"Demonic Purpose?" Haki mused. "…or Demonic Intent? Which one should we use?"
The silhouette behind him placed his hands on Haki's shoulders. Leaning into one of his ears, he frantically replied, "Of course we name it Demonic Intent."
"What is this…? Demonic Intent?" Haki asked. He could not lie; he couldn't hide his excitement because if what he was seeing was true, it would mean that one of the constructs of his mind, which he had always been delusional about, had really come to life. He never intended or even knew this situation would happen. He didn't even know how. All he wanted to do was reach a peak state of mind—or peak state of delusion—so he could merge all the versions of himself using Instinct as base. But all of a sudden, his thoughts seemed to go out of his control—that is, if you consider that Hell is not the same as Haki.
"It could be that your relentless focus over the years created some sort of quantum resonation with a concept only you are familiar with. A concept of self," Acca didn't look up from his book; he kept documenting and calculating results of Causality.
"I felt it." Instinct stirred within him.
"What exactly did you feel at that moment?" Haki—no, Acca—was curious as to what Instinct would tell him.
"It's hard to describe. It was a feeling. From the moment Hell took over the front seat, it felt like he had crossed a boundary of sorts. I couldn't even fight back for the authority, like… it was his birthright. A rule, a strict order… A LAW."
WAAA!!!
POP.
A blood vessel in Haki's brain popped. He had entered another one of those epiphanies…
The large Octahedral device above his head maintained the shell of Whiteholification.
Haki had an idea. He felt around his body, and it was as if he had grown a new limb—that limb being Hell Dave, of course. As he actively controlled this state of existence, he understood more and more why the Q-Basic console classified this entity as a Demon.
He could see the world, but not in the way normal humans could. He saw everything as an interpretation of his own consciousness. One of the things that attracted his attention the most was the Octahedral device above his head. He looked up, but what he saw wasn't vision. He saw rejection.
He found similarities between himself and that construct's effect—Whiteholification.
Hell wondered, "What could be drawing my attention towards this part of the world, this part of myself?… How do I interpret this part of the world as an extension of my being?"
"What is my being? Who am I?"
Haki had already defined a portion of himself, Hell Dave to be specific. Even if he was more than just Hell Dave, he was more "Hell Dave" now than at any other point in his 350 years of life…
"Demonic…" What does it mean to be a demon? To be a demon at its core means:
Opposition to order. Defiance of natural law. The embodiment of anti-being. A demon doesn't just do evil—it negates, reverses, and rejects what "should" be. It's an anomaly, and Haki had turned one into his will.
In Whiteholification, where gravity pulls, Whiteholification repels—a force so violently unnatural.
Where black holes consume, a white hole vomits existence, refusing to obey even thermodynamic causality. Thermodynamic causality is the rule that time only flows one way—from past to future—because of entropy, and Haki's Whiteholification clearly rips this law apart.
It's not just strange—it breaks the script. Time can't enter. Matter can't touch. Meaning can't remain.
It just… repels. It negates. It reverses. It rejects. What. Should. Be.
WAAAA!!!!
"A White Hole is a Demon."
Hell Dave felt it strongly, a pull. He didn't know where to, but he felt it was the right way to go. His ethereal self, which was already receding back into Haki, emerged again. This time around, his figure became even clearer, ever so slightly.
He looked at the device above. He felt a strange pull towards it, a strange attraction, and felt it was just an extension of himself, and vice versa. He looked around and wondered… what else was an extension of himself? Could the whole world be an extension of himself?
"ARGGH!! I don't get it anymore." Hell Dave wasn't particularly good at philosophy; someone had to step up to explain it to him.
"To answer your question, you need to look at the fundamental building blocks of nature. Start with observing an atom."
Acca was reading something from his book as he replied to Hell.
He actually knew the answer already but felt it was better to let Hell comprehend it himself. Why else would it be called comprehension if someone else helped you understand it?
Haki activated his yocto-optic eyes. He wasn't sure if Hell would be able to use them through his own vision.
Hell took autonomy over himself and submerged into Haki's body.
Haki's worries were unfounded—Hell could clearly see through his vision.
Atoms were everywhere in the air, but he needed something more… grounded.
He placed his finger on the ground (see what I did there? 😏) and picked up a speck of dust.
He focused his vision on this speck and zoomed in.
He found it.
The atom.
Protons. Neutrons. Electrons orbiting like planets cursed to never touch their sun.
He could go deeper—into quarks, into fields, into the tremble of vacuum fluctuations—but he stopped there.
Anything beyond this would just be noise, because he already felt it.
This wasn't just matter. This was a show of defiance.
[The electron didn't want to be close.]
[The nucleus didn't want to let go.]
[The whole structure held together by forces that were more like laws of hate than unity.]
[Everything here,] Hell whispered, [wants to run.]
[Yet it stays. But not out of peace—out of tension.]
He felt it.
A demonic truth. A demonic LAW!
Hell's mode of speech seemed to have changed, but Haki didn't realize it. Probably because he was Hell, and vice versa.
"You finally got it. An atom is not peaceful. It is violently stable. A machine of resistance," Acca smiled as he raised his glasses up his nose bridge. "It does not collapse. It does not unify. It repels, binds, restricts."
"An atom is Demonic." Both Hell and Acca said at the same time.
FLICKK!
Acca seemed to have his form flicker for a bit, but it died down after some time. Even his wings, which were usually a large open book connected ethereally with his spine, finally connected. Literally. The spine of the book and his spine were now connected.
At that moment, Acca rushed to Instinct and hugged him tightly. A bright light then shone and they fused together.
"Why did you manifest, INCA?" Haki was surprised at Acca's frantic behavior. He suddenly remembered his state of mind before, and the reason he even opened his mini time chamber in the first place.
INCA took up Acca's book and started writing things down like mad. He needed to understand what had happened to Acca from another person's perspective, so he fused with Instinct to experience his "memories" for himself.
Haki looked away after some time. "Typical Acca behavior…"
And that—that was Whiteholification.
Meanwhile, Hell was consolidating his understanding for the time being. They couldn't just continue studying this state of being forever. They had a mission they came here to complete.
Hell had understood the state of the world in relation to himself, or at least the material world—It was Demonhood.
[To expel without care.]
[To contain without consent.]
[To exist in violent equilibrium.]
Hell stood up slowly. He enlarged his form at will, an ability he had just discovered.
His eyes glowed dimly with comprehension as he looked towards the Octahedral Device above.
"This world isn't made of matter... It's made of denial."
Hell smiled maniacally. He got it. He understood the full extent of his new state of being. He was spirit. He was will. He was {INTENT}, and this world was his to control.
He raised his hands towards the device and said a single word:
"Come."
(To be continued...)