It's simple, really.

You don't need silly explanations or twisted lines of reasoning in order to prove something is real. You know with your heart. Humans are quite terrible at understanding the heart, wouldn't you agree? They know that they feel something and, yet, they don't know what that is. It's almost like love itself. You have a primal desire, but once you accept it, your mind and heart can work in tandem, but... Some people deny that love, don't they. Why? For what reason?

Magic is the same way. Everyone has a desire to see, feel, know magic. Haven't you ever wondered why, sometimes, you speak to a witch or a demon or just something unexplainable and then waive it off as a silly delusion or fantasy? Your heart wants to believe in the magic, but your rational mind tells you that it's made up and not real. You confuse yourself by coming up with more and more crazy explanations. And, as a result, you suffer. You go crazy. It's sad, the way that humans try to deny magic. So, you need to be shown a demon before you can accept that he exists? You need to be shown a god before he exists? Then why do so many of you believe in God?

Take Maria, for example. She believes in magic because her heart wants to and she accepts that. It's merely second nature to her. She knows that the friends she plays with are magical and nurtures it in her heart. She has progressed past normal humans and can even perform acts of magic as MARIA, the Witch of Origins. She created some of her most beloved friends and acquaintances and, as a natural result, she can be happy. Even though she can't see him, she believes that the Holy Spirit is her father. It's her own dream.

How can a cruel witch like me be so philosophical? Because you need to know something in order to best make use of it. Magic is stronger on those who believe. It is a double-edged sword. Magic will help you accept yourself and your heart, but it will also let bad things in. So this is a warning. I -am- Rosatrice, the Witch of Gold. And I am, as expected, a cruel witch. But unlike other witches, like Beatrice, the Golden or Evatrice, I think it's important for someone to know the full meaning of what exactly I am doing. That cruel, cruel dragging down into the very depths of dreams. So far sunken that it can only be called a nightmare. Dreams can be corrupted. That is my purpose. But, of course, to do that, I will water the seeds of dreams and magic in your heart. So maybe we can even get along if you know when to stop.

Beatrice believes in love and, yet, doesn't understand it. She is conflicted because she doesn't know what that sweet taste is. And yet, she does know what a dream is. But Beatrice is caught up in her own dreams and fails to see the dreams of others. Her killing is done with love and passion, but she quickly chases that away with self-neglect and worry. She has so many magical acquaintances, but she rarely sees them as friends. In that sense, why is she even a witch? Well, I suppose the image of a witch is a heartless monster who kills for fun. And while that -is- true, it's only more fun while we toy with our prey.

Evatrice kills out of a sense of euphoria. She enjoys watching people suffer by playing with them. Humans are her toys and magical beings are her slaves. She doesn't see any heart in anyone, not even herself. But because of that, her happiness is short-lived and quickly replaced by boredom. Not even all the cake in the world can make her happy. Evatrice is empty inside. There is no bliss or joy in her cold heart because she refuses to see the dreams of other people. She claims to fulfill them but, in actuality, she cuts the stem before it's matured. But even so, she fulfills that image of cruelty even better than Beatrice.

However, both of these witches have bested me before. But I am patient. I know that allowing someone a sweet victory boosts their morale and, through that,
MORE DREAMS CAN BE CREATED AND FALL INTO NIGHTMARES.
Because I developed this mentality, I was able to separate myself from the miserable existence that spawned me. How many times can one person's dreams be denied before they shut out their heart? Now, my former vessel only has one dream left. Her "beloved" daughter. But it's too late! She abandoned her hopes and dreams and was filled with insecurities and the longer she abandons those feelings and the more that self-hatred, regret, anger, depression, grief, and insecurities grow, the more it is relinquished to me and I am able to pass down those discarded dreams to those who will take proper care of them! I want your nightmares. They are sweet honey. I want you to be in a nightmare. To trap you in that sweet honey. To me, there is no greater joy than to see that final hope dashes and to see you fall into the hell of your nightmares, never to return. Like oblivion, you won't ever come back.

Whatever happens, if you are lacking in dreams, you are lacking in happiness. Beatrice once said that the single element is love. Love spawns hopes and dreams and happiness. It is the seed that grows and shapes a person. I can help you grow that seed, but I am like a drug and too much will end in your destruction. There is no reason to be afraid, though. If you have enough common sense, I won't be able to touch you. If you deny me, I can't hurt you. But can you really deny me? Denying me is denying your dreams themselves. As long as there's one tiny hope left in you, I will use it.

On the ninth twilight, the witch shall revive, and none shall be left alive.

Will you reach that ninth twilight? That ninth twilight is your nightmares.

On the tenth twilight, at journey's end, you shall attain to the power of the Golden Land's treasures, once and for the last time.

The tenth twilight is unattainable. In order to reach it, you must get past the ninth twilight. And to do that, you must wake up from your nightmares. But can you really manage that..? I want to see you try.
I WANT TO SEE YOU STRUGGLE MORE AND MORE. Because the more you try,
THE MORE YOU HOPE.
And that's just counter-productive. Do you understand my trap yet?

There is just one person who's been able to best me. It's really quite annoying. That former vessel of mine who refuses to accept that she is the very embodiment of the thing she is trying so hard to deny. Because 'she' is devoid of hopes and dreams, I cannot touch her. Because the only thing left that she cares about is that daughter of hers, I can't worm my way into her heart. That love is too pure, any witch other than MARIA can't touch it. But because I can't beat that woman, I will share with you the reasons that she is hypocritical.

The Black Witch, ROSA, is recognised in the witch world even if she doesn't realise it. The power of her words has the ability to break hearts. She has brutally slain magical entities by her own hand and refuses to acknowledge it. Why is it that someone so devoid of love can interact with magical beings? It's because she -is- one. She claims that it's all delusions. Fantasies. But she is one herself. Do you know how ROSA became a witch? MARIA, the Witch of Origins, created her. MARIA wanted another magical friend, to make her mother happy. She had no idea that it would turn out like this... But if you create something out of the darkness left in someone's heart, it is inevitable. Chiester 556, Sakutarou, Beatrice II, these are all lights she snuffed out. Instead of nurturing your dreams like me, ROSA will crush them. Ironic, hm? This weapon of mine has two purposes. One is as a scepter to hone magical power. The other is to crush dreams completely and utterly. It is a weapon of both mine and ROSA's. But she doesn't know that and brutally crushes dreams with her own hands and words. ROSA will deny you your dreams. She doesn't even realise her own power of resurrection! Isn't that sad? To have memories of past lives and not accept them? Beatrice can revive people with her endless magic, but it doesn't matter how ROSA dies. She will always come back. I suppose I'm lucky. It must be a part of the vessel for I, too, will always come back... As long as there are dreams in this world, I will always exist.

You might wonder why I'm telling you all of this. Why I'm filling you with the knowledge of who I am and why I exist. You must be thinking that if you know my weakness or, rather, the source of my power, then you have nothing to worry about.

BUT THEN, DON'T YOU REALISE IT? YOU'VE ALREADY ACCEPTED THAT HOPE.

IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE!

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