【Vocaloid Original】Delusion Chapel【Miku V4x feat. Gumi English】

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-theodore-escape-an-abusive-home This video has flashing lights and quick moving graphics. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANOTHER ONE. Third song in the series BAYBEE. I... tried better for this one. Uh. Hopefully it's good? I got AviUTL to work!! Turns out I needed to download something. ANYWAYS THE WRITING also credit to R.Anakova for the translations thank you thank you thank you ___________________________________________________________________________ “Is this your home?” “Yes, it is! And it’ll be your new home, as well!” The princess stared at the tall devil, unsure of what to say. The circular main room of the chapel caused their voices to echo with potence, and despite his quiet voice that barely raised over a growl, it seemed to dwarf her own meek tones. She wrung her hair, and looked down at her feet. “What do you mean?” “Well, did you not read the contract? You’ll be staying here,” “I didn’t read that in there…” “See, look… the fine print,” He tutted, the contract appearing in his hands once more. Words that were previously seemingly invisible reappeared in blood red ink. He pointed at them. “Here it says this, ‘Give up your soul, identity, life, to Mephistopheles.’ And thus you are now a member of my Chapel of Miracles. I can make this place to look like whatever you want it to be… Perhaps a castle, like your old home?” “That’d be an insult to my parents,” Camellia spat back, and he chuckled. “Maybe so, but you still miss it,” He responded with his own hidden venom. “Is it wrong to indulge? Here, let me just-” And with a snap of his fingers the scenery changed. She was standing in the halls of her old home. She felt tears welling up in her eyes again. “I don’t want to be here. You promised me that you’d bring my family back to life, I’ll just go back to them-” “Ah, once again, not part of the contract, darling. They’ve forgotten about you, since you did promise your identity. Now, do you have more reason to say? You have nothing out there now. You have no one to remember you, no one to care about you,” He waltzes around as he walks, his dress shoes tapping against the marble floor. “You really only belong here now, don’t you?” “I-I… I suppose you’re right… If they really don’t remember me, if I went back… They’d just be confused.” “Correct, my dear. But I’m not hearing a yes or no.” “...” “Ah… Silence. Maybe you should sleep on it, the answer will come to you in the morning. I’ll be waiting.” Camellia nods before being shown to a room by another cult member, who looked on her with pity. It was obvious to anyone that she was yet another poor unfortunate soul pulled into the cult by a wish that could only be granted through loss. It was endless waiting. She slept day through night, only ever leaving the room to go to dinner. The dinners were lavish and not unlike her own home, but they felt empty. Things tasted like clay, everyone seemed to be suffering, despite the fact there were many people under Mephistopheles’ care. She hardly talked to them, as there was… something off. Many of them were as quiet as she was, and some were well taken care of, others weren’t. No one was happy in the Chapel of Miracles. One night, Mephistopheles waited at the table, tapping his fork against the mahogany. He stared at the place Camellia would usually sit. Nothing. No one. His smile was unwavering, but the tapping soon turned to digging as he stabbed the fork into the table, all of his cultists looking at him with terror. Scraping, scratching, unending. His eye twitched and he got up, walking up the seemingly infinite stairs to her room. He knocked on the door sweetly. “Dear Camellia, it’s dinner. We are having your favorite, marbled steak and cake!” No response. Another wrap. “I do so hope you aren’t ignoring me!” No response yet again. He opened the door to discover the bed sheets, tied so they would make a rope out the window. He rushed to look out, never thinking in a million years she would try to escape. But she did. And he was furious. “So that’s how it’ll be. Maybe I’ll have to play the long game…” Looking into the mirror poised by the bed, he grinned as his form began to crack, changing. “Let us see how you deal with this.” Lyrics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1hPzSfOtxFJMiKYlZJUM3x5bo6R6seeAMW52rr2Acq-4/edit?usp=sharing Instrumental/VPR: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/14lzvnQpPqpzmSE4r3IV0ackzNn52COCe?usp=sharing Discord Server:https://discord.gg/xCpqTg25F2 Lore document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tgZA5MLQCO9xWn5HQF9B5WbwOxySc7NznihXGKGc4Go/edit?usp=sharing Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5iY33OrPi4AjJeAgjtwceO?si=60U7xUdyR0Sn_CgR4QR9Bg