Bungo Stray Dogs - Volume 8 Chapter 4 Part 11

He was the loneliest being in the world. His eyes moved until he saw another lonely being: Demonic Beast Guivre.
Chuuya fell forward, then continued accelerating. He flew toward the demonic beast’s chest as if it were drawing him in, piercing its outer gravity
—its outer armor—before reaching the turbid stream of time inside it. Waves of raging darkness immediately washed over his body, practically tearing it apart.
Arahabaki howled.
A black hole began to form between his arms almost in an embrace. It spun and increased in size while swallowing the muddy stream, then produced a massive ring of light.
Gargantuan forces led to one annihilation after another. Storms of intense heat, empty space, and time ravaged Chuuya’s environs.
He watched as his consciousness was on the verge of fading. Through opening the Gate, his body was already in Arahabaki’s control. All he could do was observe the battle. But even then, amid this unfathomable clash between a god and a demon, his consciousness was merely a faint glimmer about to disappear.
The darkness cried.
It sounded as if someone were weeping—the sobs of the loneliest person in the world.
The voice was almost drowned out by the black torrent of hatred. But as Arahabaki’s glowing aureole devoured Guivre’s energy, Chuuya was finally able to hear it.
Make it end. That was what the voice said.
This monster is the voice of my emotions. Why create someone who wasn’t supposed to be born in the first place? With a question that had no answer eating away at me, I came to resent my existence. Being an assassin was the only way I felt alive. I am a pathetic, pitiful soul.
Make this end, my dear brother. With your own two hands. Put an end to this lonely soul—the soul of a man who couldn’t trust the world or its people like you do.
I know, Chuuya answered as he gradually faded out of consciousness. You couldn’t stand the loneliness. That’s why you came to Japan. But that’s not a bad thing. You rolled the dice and lost. It was a stroke of bad luck, and you rolled a one. But the pips came out different when I rolled. I was blessed with wonderful friends. That’s all. I could have been in your situation, and you could have been in mine.
Besides, what you have isn’t just hatred. You don’t actually despise the world. That’s why you showed me that memory. You taught me how to defeat Guivre. I’m right, aren’t I, Verlaine?
Chuuya thought he saw someone’s light twinkling like at star in the depths of the dark storm.
His Gate opened even wider. The spinning black hole grew even bigger.
The aureole was now so large that it overwhelmed space itself.
Behind Chuuya, a black gravity control rod appeared in midair on either side of him. It was the beast Arahabaki’s tail—a manifestation of the black flaming divine beast.
This time, however, it sprouted from Chuuya’s back like a pair of wings. “Uwoooooooooh!!”
Chuuya yelled while raising his hands into the air, and the swirling black hole instantly expanded in response. Its aureole shone like a supernova, splitting the beast’s torso in twain from within.
The flattened, rotating black hole and its glittering aureole dwarfed the beast, filling Yokohama’s night sky with a blinding light.
“So that’s Arahabaki’s—that’s Chuuya’s true form,” Dazai muttered feverishly as he stared up from the surface.
A pair of hands reaching to the sky. The horizontal ring of light above them illuminating the ground. The fiery black wings on his back. Chuuya’s face, eyes closed.
This was the god of destruction’s incarnation. The black divine beast.
Guivre began crumbling to pieces as it was drawn into the light. Positive infinity and negative infinity seemed to be canceling each other out. The behemoth was disintegrating, its flesh turning into fine powder that gently floated toward the aureole’s center.
Since the flow of time slows down in areas of high gravity, the beast’s demise looked painfully sluggish but graceful.
It no longer roared. The beast merely opened its mouth and fell silent, perhaps accepting its fate, before standing perfectly still.
The aureole around its torso swallowed the beast’s chest and waist, then its arms and legs, and then finally its head.
It didn’t make a single noise.

Its annihilation was tranquil, like the end of a terribly quiet night under the moonlight.
And before long, the aureole’s lifespan came to an end as well. The rotating black hole released heat waves as it broke down; the heat intensified as the hole shrunk until eventually it became a giant glowing sphere full of intensely hot rays of light. The black hole was releasing electromagnetic waves while it disappeared.
This second sun that lit up the sky eventually vanished, quietly and delicately. After limply floating in the air for a few seconds, the wings on Chuuya’s back vanished, and he slowly began to fall.
Until Dazai caught him.
Dazai’s ability to nullify skills activated the moment he touched Chuuya. The self-contradicting skill, which was supporting the energy of the singularity, started to retrogress, weakening the singularity’s output. It wasn’t long before it returned to its normal state, and the Gate closed. The crimson runes covering Chuuya’s entire body slithered away. Eventually, even the gravitational field vanished as well, returning everything to still silence.
“Sleep well, Chuuya.” Dazai faintly smiled at him. “I forgot to bring a pen with me, so I won’t draw on your face this time. You’re welcome.”