The Departure of the Lords
The Last Words of Darkness
The air in the chamber had changed.
Not heavier.
Not lighter.
But complete.
The notebook—once trembling with hunger—now lay still, its pages filled with truths the world was never meant to hold. Eighteen voices had written across it. Eighteen ideologies now intertwined within a single, living doctrine.
The council sat in silence for a moment that stretched beyond time.
Then, one by one, they rose.
Final Reflections
Voldemort:
"They will read this thinking they can stop what we began. They cannot. The seed is planted."
All for One:
"Let the world resist. Let it rally its heroes. It only ensures the system will survive—because we already wrote the rules."
Orochimaru:
"So many will crave power now. Most will fail. But a few... a few will become something beautifully monstrous."
Aizen:
"This book is more than guidance. It is prophecy. And prophecy, when believed, becomes reality."
Big Mom:
"Ha! I hope some kid reads this and tears their kingdom to pieces. Let the next generation of villains BURN."
Giovanni:
"This is an investment. Let them make mistakes. We'll profit either way."
White Diamond:
"It is elegant. A flawless construction. It will echo."
Amara:
"This book is the silence between breaths. The void between thoughts. It will outlive hope itself."
Byakuran:
"It's like a candy with a poison center. Sweet. Addictive. Irresistible. Deadly."
Vlad Masters:
"And it will smile at them as it devours their will. Perfect."
Dr. Klipse:
"Let this be a virus in their logic. Let them see the math of villainy—and collapse beneath it."
The Professor:
"An artifact of forgotten knowledge... reborn. Let it be feared. Let it be studied."
Chaor:
"This is a war cry on paper. Anyone who reads it joins the battlefield—whether they want to or not."
Zenoheld:
"It is built to last. My only regret... is not having more time to see what it becomes."
Takuto:
"This book will win wars without being opened. It will be a whisper in every decision made in fear."
Paradox:
"It's already been read. It always was. It always will be. Time has folded around it."
Kronos:
"This is not a book. This is inevitability."
King Sombra:
"Hope dies now. And something darker takes its place. Something permanent."
And then...
Eighteen Portals Opened.
They did not tear through space.
They unfolded, like long-closed memories reopening.
Each villain turned to their portal—worlds awaited them. Thrones, empires, legacies, and rebellions all trembling in their absence.
One by one, they stepped through.
Some with laughter.
Some with silence.
All with purpose.
When the last portal closed, the notebook shut itself.
But it did not vanish.
It remained—on the table, untouched, eternal.
Waiting for the next hand to open it.
Waiting for you.
Final Lines of the Chapter:
"They have spoken."
"Now, the world will listen."
"And somewhere, a new villain is about to rise."