Epilogue: God, Forgive Me

Epilogue: God, Forgive Me

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In the vast, eternal firmament of the afterlife, Pikachu floated silently. The darkness and chaos of the mortal world seemed like a distant memory now, fading as he slowly ascended toward a dazzling light. It was a light that didn't hurt the eyes, but instead offered absolute peace, a sense of relief the little warrior hadn't felt in a long time.

Every movement brought him closer to the center of that light, where a majestic throne awaited. Above it, a shining figure, beyond human or mortal understanding. God, the source of all creation, of all good and evil, awaited him for final judgment. Pikachu felt his soul was light, but also heavy from the weight of his decisions. He knew that, although he had fought for justice and for his friends, he had also left a trail of destruction in his path.

Before the throne, Pikachu knelt, his tiny body trembling before the divine magnificence. He couldn't speak, but his heart was filled with questions, with doubts, with regrets. God's voice came through, not through words, but as an echo that resonated within Pikachu's very soul.

"Pikachu," the voice in his mind said, warm and ever-present. "You have reached the end of your journey. Now, in this place, you will be judged by your actions."

The silence that followed was deep, as if the universe itself were holding its breath. Pikachu couldn't help but feel small, insignificant before the grandeur of this divine judgment. But in his heart, there was a single request that burned brightly.

"God... forgive me," Pikachu thought with all his might, unable to say it out loud. "For all the pain I've caused, for the mistakes I've made... I didn't always know the right path. But I always fought to protect others. I never wanted to be the cause of so much suffering."

Images of his life flashed before him. The intense battles, the fallen friends, the final sacrifice for Tengen, the fight against Sukuna and Kenjaku. There were moments of bravery, but also of doubt, of fear. Pikachu had witnessed horrors, and though he had fought with all his heart, he knew that the power he had unleashed had caused both good and evil.

God, without pronouncing immediate judgment, let those images play out. The silence weighed heavy, and Pikachu felt like every second was an eternity.

—"Your acts were of sacrifice and bravery," —the voice echoed again, but this time with a softer tone—. "You fought for what you believed was right, but like all creatures, you made mistakes. You are not judged by what you did alone, but by the intentions that guided your actions. Do you regret what you did, Pikachu?"

Pikachu, without hesitation, nodded. Yes, he did. He regretted causing pain, not being able to save everyone. Not finding a way to defeat Sukuna without unleashing such destruction. But he knew that, deep down, everything he had done was out of love, out of protection, out of hope for a better world without further regrets.

"If you could go back, would you change what you did?" God asked.

Pikachu stood still for a moment, reflecting. He had fought with every fiber of his being, and though the results were not always perfect, he could not imagine not protecting his friends, not facing the evils that threatened the world. Finally, he gently shook his head. No. He wouldn't change his will to protect, nor his sacrifice for those he loved. He only wished he had found a less destructive way to do so.

The throne of light shone even brighter. The figure occupying it seemed to smile, though with no visible features, just a warm, comforting presence.

"Your heart is now pure, Pikachu," the voice declared, filling the space with infinite peace. "Forgiveness is not mine alone to give; it is something you must grant yourself. You did the best you could in a world filled with darkness. And, for that, your soul deserves to rest in peace."

An immense weight seemed to lift from Pikachu in that moment. The guilt that had haunted him for so long was fading away, like a veil falling. The light surrounding him now enveloped him completely, warm, welcoming. He no longer felt fear, nor pain, only a sense of fulfillment.

"Rest now, little warrior," God said, as a golden light surrounded Pikachu. "Your time in the mortal world is over, but your essence will live on eternally in the hearts of those you protected."

Pikachu, feeling the divine embrace, closed his eyes for the last time, not in sadness, but with a sense of satisfaction. He had fought, he had fallen, but now, finally, he had been forgiven. His journey had come to an end, but his legacy would live on beyond time.

And so, Pikachu, the little hero, ascended to a place where there were no more battles, where only eternal peace remained, having found the forgiveness he had been seeking.

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End of Epilogue.