Lenny’s soul floated in the endless expanse of the void, a place beyond existence itself. It was neither cold nor hot; it was simply *nothingness*. Yet, he was painfully awake, aware of every second that stretched into eternity. His body was gone—he had destroyed it. His once mighty soul, now a pale shadow of what it used to be, drifted aimlessly, slowly eroding away like sand in the wind.
The emptiness swallowed him whole, and he could feel it gnawing at him, piece by piece, reducing his soul to fragnts. The achievents, the battles, the victories, all of it, gone. He had sacrificed everything to stop Lucifer. The power of the Satan system, which had been his weapon, was lost to him. In his defiance, he had denied the Morningstar the chance to consu his soul, ensuring that Lucifer would never regain his full strength. But the cost had been heavy. Now, Lenny was alone. Empty. He was, in all senses, *dead*.
Ti had no aning here. He drifted for what felt like eons, his consciousness fading in and out like the flickering fla of a dying candle. His mories were his only company, but they were not kind. So were twisted into nightmares—haunting visions of past mistakes and terrors too great for any mortal mind to bear. But Lenny? He was more of a spectator now, watching these mories as if they belonged to soone else, too hollow to feel fear, too tired to care.
And yet, amidst the chaos of his fading mind, there was a strange comfort, a song that resonated with him. It was soft, almost like a lullaby, and it was all that kept him tethered to what little was left of himself. The lody stirred sothing deep within him—a long-forgotten mory. It was the sa song Lilith, his true mother, had once whispered to him when he was still in her womb. Her voice, gentle and sad, flowed through the void, reaching his tattered soul like the embrace of an old friend. In that mont, Lenny rembered who he truly was, not just the warrior he had beco, but the child who had been abandoned, the son of darkness and light.
But even the song was not enough to stop the inevitable. His soul was shrinking, unraveling thread by thread. His legs were already gone, dissolved into the nothingness, and now, only his upper torso and head remained, flickering weakly in the vast void. He was on the brink of oblivion, teetering on the edge of non-existence.
Just as he was about to fade completely, the void trembled. A light appeared in the distance—a small speck at first, but it grew, impossibly large, filling the emptiness with its presence. Lenny, barely conscious, squinted at the approaching light. It was colossal, a towering *wheel* that spun slowly through the darkness. Half of it radiated a blinding light, pure and unyielding, while the other half was a deep, impenetrable darkness. This was no ordinary vision. It was the *Wheel of Death and Rebirth*.
The wheel lood over him, its sheer size breathtaking, like a cosmic force that had existed since the beginning of ti. As it spun, arcs of energy crackled from the light and darkness, intertwining like the eternal dance of life and death. Its power was absolute, and it reached for Lenny with an undeniable pull, like gravity itself.
As the wheel drew closer, Lenny could feel its imnse power pulling him in, sucking his soul into its core. He had no strength to resist. His eyes fluttered, heavy with exhaustion, and he barely registered the vast wheel’s intricate patterns as they spun before him. Light and shadow wove together like threads of fate, and he felt himself being drawn into the very heart of it.
With one final breath, Lenny closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. The last thing he saw before darkness overtook him was the blazing light of the wheel as it enveloped him entirely. For a brief mont, he felt the warmth of rebirth on his soul, and then, everything faded as his consciousness slipped into slumber.
The void fell silent once again, but sowhere, deep in the fabric of the cosmos, the wheel continued to turn, and Lenny’s story was far from over....
.............
The next ti Lenny opened his eyes, everything was shrouded in fog. His vision was blurry, and his body felt heavy, weak, and vulnerable, as though it wasn’t his own. He tried to move but his limbs wouldn’t respond, and waves of exhaustion pulled him in and out of sleep. But even through the haze of his consciousness, he could hear them—voices. Faint at first, like whispers drifting in the mist. There were n and won speaking, their tones filled with warmth and joy. Words swam into his awareness.
"Congratulations to the couple," one voice said softly.
"Look how beautiful he is!" another chid in, full of affection.
Lenny’s thoughts were muddled, struggling to piece together what was happening. He couldn’t see clearly, his mind slipping between reality and an overwhelming sense of confusion. Yet, amidst the fog, a flicker of instinct stirred within him. Sothing deep, primal—familiar. With an effort that felt like it was pulling from the very core of his being, he summoned power from inside himself, just as he had done countless tis before.
Suddenly, his vision snapped into focus. The fog cleared, and he was staring up at a woman cradling him gently in her arms. She was feeding him, offering her breast, and he could feel the warm milk flowing into him. His body... it was small. Tiny, even. He realized with a jolt that he was a baby. His heart pounded in confusion. The woman gazed down at him with soft, loving eyes, and beside her stood a man—a figure that sent a surge of panic through Lenny’s core.
The man had a long scar that ran down one side of his face, crossing over his eye, which was permanently blind. Lenny’s breath hitched. His pulse quickened with a sharp stab of disbelief. He knew that face. He knew that scar. It was luca, his own son, standing right there.
Panic seized him. The realization hit like a tidal wave—he had been reincarnated. Not only was he reborn, but he had co back as *his own son’s child. The woman feeding him breast milk, the one holding him so gently, was Allison—his daughter-in-law, And also his woman in another ti line before he took back ti.
His mind scread in shock, but his infant body was too weak to respond, to move, or to speak.
Lenny had faced death, the void, the wheel of rebirth, but never in all his encounters with fate had he imagined this—a twisted, ironic destiny. He had beco the son of Luca, the very son he had killed with his own hands.
Fate was really ssing with him...
(Author’s note: The End of Another Volu)
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