Roro: And the Last Bookkeeper of Hell
Episodes 4.1
Roro has to find a guy named Rara. That's why Roro came to the real human world. A region full of roads and skyscrapers with deep purple rays. The sky was dark, never touched by the moon or the stars. It's terrible if Roro stays here for long. However, the mission of finding a Rara must be fulfilled. For the safety of his people. In order to make people aware that intelligence can never rival gods, what else is God Almighty. They seem capable, but man forgets that body and soul are created by the hand of God.
That was how Roro felt when he looked at the group of cheering teenagers observing an abomination. The rain falls more and more, but the night will not be replaced by morning, afternoon, or afternoon.
Let him see how long they have enjoyed this horrible act. Torturing fellow humans in turn. Hit each other. Kick each other. Throw all sorts of things around. Roro was curious, how he reacted when challenged to hold the book of hell for as long as possible.
Hmm, good idea. Seringai rising did not reduce the beauty of Roro who was youthful and meek. Cunning. The term was still not enough to interpret his expression. After all, he must get a figure named Rara as fast as he can. Rara who Roro met might not be one of the candidates for the category of 'book holder of hell named 'Rara'.
From the height of the carcass pile, Roro jerked his feet hard. Let their attention be provoked, then Roro down to clutch the book of hell which is shrouded in a torrent of water.
"Who are you?" However, the man in the black jacket was immediately detained by a girl.
"Lo that ancient teacher, right?" smile slanting. "The one who teaches by the village technique.the grandmother of Roro."
"Rubber." Although his voice was soft, sly gazes and smiles accompanied his footsteps. "I'm sorry. I should have changed the old teaching system to modern like most teachers."
"Indeed it should be, basic g*block."
"Rubber." The girl's words back invite water ripples in her bead. "So as an apology, do you all want to burn this book?"
"Well, are you sure you want to burn that book?" asked the man in the jacket followed by the cynical laughter of all the teenagers.
"Yes." Yeah." The more cloudy the green color in the iris, the rain is increasingly heavy and painful. "Just take this form of letting go of my habit of using the ancient teaching system."
"Gue wants to see dong!"
"Open the book, woi."
Continues to.... Keep approaching. No more smiles on Roro's red lips. Touch the surface of the book. Everyone must touch the book of hell.
"The seed can't be opened."
"Ah, time? Here we open together." They are counting down. Three.... Two....
And the inner Roro says: one.
The rain stopped suddenly. The book emits the same light, but now he lives. The light will devour their souls. Hot Eve wants to bandage their bodies until the ashes remain. Teenagers screamed drop a book. Free, the effect is alive. Light and heat have created tongues of fire that burn man. Some were writhing, swearing at Roro, even screaming like possessed people.
"Such is your voice." Never expect Roro to smile with his breath or put on a face as fragile as the suffering of a selfless human being. He was reluctant to smile, and his eyes were cold again. More and more water ripples in the Roro emerald iris. Instantly the rain came carrying sharp drops that were able to tear his body.
"There's no Rara here." Then, Roro took the book of hell and passed by ignoring the corpses of underage sinners. They deserve it. After all, bullying with random human objects is the most evil action.
The idea of Roro.