Almost at the same time, in one of the rooms of the Matou residence belonging to Shinji Matou.
Darkness enveloped the room, lit only by moonlight streaming through the window, revealing the typical decor of a teenage boy's bedroom.
On the bed, Shinji Matou slept soundly under a warm blanket.
His blue hair was slightly messy, while his breathing remained steady and calm.
For a moment, the night felt peaceful.
But gradually, Shinji's eyebrows furrowed faintly.
He sensed something strange.
His breathing suddenly felt heavy, as if something was pressing on his chest, accompanied by a thin sensation of pain around his neck.
His instincts immediately reacted.
His eyelids slowly opened, still blurred by lingering sleepiness. It took a few seconds before his awareness fully returned.
"Huh—?!"
The moment his vision focused, Shinji's body tensed up.
Someone was sitting on top of him.
Sakura.
Or at least, that's what it looked like to him.
The purple-haired girl sat lightly on his stomach, looking down with a gentle smile that somehow felt deeply unsettling.
In both of her hands were thin silk threads wrapped tightly around Shinji's neck.
The threads looked soft and delicate. Precisely because of that, the sensation of being strangled by them felt even more horrifying.
"Ara~ Nii-san," she said softly, her voice low and sweet. "You're awake?"
The threads tightened slightly.
Shinji instinctively raised both hands, grabbing the girl's wrists.
"Gh—kgh...!"
His breathing grew more strained.
"Actually…" the figure continued, tilting her head slightly. "It would've been much better if you stayed asleep."
She let out a small laugh.
Soft. Sweet.
And precisely because of that, even more disturbing.
"That way," she whispered gently, "you could sleep longer. Forever, perhaps~"
"Sa—Sakura…?! What are you doing?!"
Shinji's voice came out hoarse between his struggling breaths.
He tried to thrash and break free, but it was useless. His body felt heavy, his neck hurt more and more, and his head began to throb from lack of oxygen.
Meanwhile, the Sakura-like figure—or more accurately Kama in disguise—only looked down at him with a faint smile.
Her expression was too calm.
Too pleased.
As if she were playing with a toy that had just caught her interest.
"Hm?" she murmured softly. "How strange."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You still have enough strength to talk?"
The threads tightened again.
Not enough to kill instantly.
Just enough to make Shinji slowly panic and realize that whatever was sitting on him was clearly not Sakura.
"You… are… not… Sa… kura…"
Shinji's words came out broken, squeezed out between fading breaths.
"Ufufu~"
A soft laugh slipped from the girl's lips again.
"How impressive," Kama said lightly. "You managed to realize it."
She tilted her head, looking at him as if observing a small insect that was still moving.
"Unfortunately…" she continued softly, her voice still gentle. "Knowing the truth won't change anything."
The silk thread around Shinji's neck tightened again—this time without pause, without play, without fake mercy.
Shinji's eyes widened instantly.
His body instinctively struggled. Both hands grabbed Kama's wrists, trying to loosen the tightening bind around his throat.
But it was useless.
The force was too strong, too stable, and too deliberate.
"Gh—kh...!"
His legs kicked wildly on the bed, causing the blanket to fall to the floor. His breathing became fragmented, his face slowly turning red before losing color.
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, while his vision grew increasingly blurred.
Above him, Kama only watched with a calm expression.
Almost bored.
"To be honest," she said gently, still wearing Sakura's face. "I don't particularly like you."
She smiled faintly, almost sweetly.
"And you're quite troublesome for Sakura."
One final pull followed.
Stronger than before.
Shinji's body tensed one last time, as if resisting for a final moment, before slowly losing all strength.
His hands slipped from Kama's wrists.
Falling limp onto the bed.
His legs stopped moving.
The room returned to silence.
Only Kama's steady breathing remained, contrasting with the motionless body beneath her.
She looked at Shinji for a few seconds to confirm it was truly over, then slowly loosened the silk thread.
"Well," she murmured lightly. "Now the matter is settled."
Kama stepped down from Shinji's body with a smooth, graceful motion.
She casually adjusted Sakura's school uniform skirt, as if she had just finished a trivial task not worth further thought.
Before leaving, she glanced back once more at the unmoving body on the bed.
Her smile remained soft.
Sweet.
Almost affectionate.
"Good night, Nii-san~"
The voice fell gently, like a whisper before sleep.
The next moment, her body slowly faded. Starting from the tips of her hair, down to her shoulders, then dissolving entirely into pale pink mana particles.
The shimmering fragments sparkled softly, resembling sakura petals drifting in the night wind.
They floated for a moment in the air of the room, slowly swirling before disappearing one by one.
***
Elsewhere, in the dark underground room of the Matou residence, the entire space was now engulfed in blue flames.
The fire flowed calmly, like something alive burning without chaos, yet leaving nothing behind that could survive.
In the center of the room, Kama stood calmly. Her own body was wrapped in gentle blue flames, flowing from both her hands like currents obedient to her will.
Around her, Crest Worms scattered across the floor and walls, writhing in their final attempts to survive.
But one by one, they were consumed by the blue fire without resistance.
The sound of crackling flames filled the room.
In front of her, Zouken stood in the same state, trapped within flames that slowly eroded his existence.
There were no long screams or meaningful resistance—only an ending arriving slowly, inevitably.
Kama looked at him calmly.
"This one is also finished," she said softly, her smile returning—light, almost polite. "Good night to you as well, Ojii-san~"
She bowed slightly, like offering a courteous farewell.
Then she turned away.
Her form began dissolving into pink mana particles, soft like falling cherry blossoms in the burning air.
One by one, the fragments drifted, blending with the blue flames of the underground room, until they finally vanished.
Kama left the space behind, still burning in silence, marking the end of something that had long rotted too deeply.
***
Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the Matou residence, Kama could be seen dancing casually, spinning lightly while humming cheerfully as if nothing had happened.
Kama's presence in three different locations at once was not without reason.
As an Anganga, she fundamentally did not possess a single fixed existence like ordinary beings. She was not simply duplicating herself, nor creating bunrei or projections.
What was happening was far more fundamental.
Kama was not truly "making copies" of herself.
She was dispersing her existence as a form of corrupted consciousness of love and desire, attaching herself to points where such emotions existed.
Because of that, every manifestation of Kama was still Kama— not separate individuals, but one consciousness reflected across many places simultaneously.
However, in her current state, not in Beast III/Lapse form, this ability still had limits.
She could maintain only dozens of simultaneous existence points, each fully conscious yet still connected to a single main will.
And throughout the Matou residence… even beyond it… Kama was "present" in more places than anyone could realize.
After all, love, desire, and human distortion existed everywhere.
And for Kama… she only needed to gently "touch" it to become real there.
Click.
The sound of a door opening echoed softly in the silent night.
Sakura Matou stood at the doorway, her face pale, but her eyes still sharp, trying to understand the strange figure standing in her courtyard.
"Who… are you?"
Kama's dancing slowly stopped.
A gentle smile appeared on her face, thin and calm—like moonlight that seems beautiful precisely because it hides its coldness.
She turned slowly, then looked at Sakura with full attention, as if she had been waiting for this moment all along.
Behind Sakura, mana particles began to distort.
Dark violet light condensed slowly, forming the shape of a tall woman with an oppressive, sharp aura.
Rider (Medusa) appeared without a sound.
Her gaze was cold and alert. The spiked chains in her hands moved slightly—not to attack, but as a warning that she was ready to act at any moment.
Kama simply pointed at herself and let out a soft laugh, light and casual, as if joking with an old friend.
"Me?" she said gently. "Of course… you yourself."
Her head tilted slightly.
"Why don't you recognize it?"
Silence filled the air for a moment.
Then Rider stepped half a step forward.
A faint killing intent spread from her body.
"That's a lie."
Her voice was low and cold, without the slightest hesitation.
"A being like you could never share anything with Sakura."
Her chains tightened slightly.
"So stop playing with words… and state your purpose for being here."
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Author's note:
You wanted to see Kama kill Shinji, didn't you? Whether you asked for it or not… I was going to show it anyway 😎
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