First you kill the Pope. Then you realize that that Pope was actually a marionette made of balsa wood being controlled by the real Pope, who is inexplicably fifty feet tall. So, logically, you kill the fifty foot tall Pope. Then you take an elevator to the pearly gates so you can kick in the doors of heaven, find the Pope you just killed, and then re-kill him so that you can murder the living incarnations of the Father, Son, and Holy spirit.
This is the plot to the true ending of Blasphemous.
1 Corinthians 1:18 (NKJV) -
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
...I wrote a fanfic about how oblivious Zestial can be once...
I may implemented it here. Zestial cares for her, but in his mind, she is just a friend (summons the whole fandom) who he cares for and will do ANYTHING for... He also helps her with her territory, as well as raising her daughters. He also snuggles with her a lot.... Adoption business is a together business. He collects the boys, Carmilla gets the girls. Lol.
Here is something short to explain further in more detail...
How far can foolishness go?
Carmilla and Zestial were snuggling together like usual. Their bodies are pressed together as close as they can be. Zestial has leaned his head over her neck, her fur feeling like a nice comforting pillow. Zestial's cold body provided Carmilla, calmness in return. A peaceful time indeed... Carmilla turned a bit, so their faces were a few mm away. She grinned lovingly as she touched his nose with her own.
Carmilla: Zestial... I... I... love you. OwO
Zestial: I love you as well dear. OowoO
Zestial smiled like a fool he is. He is so happy that the person he cherished most in the world loves him. His closest ally, his partner in this hellish city, his favourite person in this whole world.
His FRIEND.
Tough, he is confused sometimes.... Why does she keep nuzzling herself against him like that? Rolling herself around the floor when he passes by... Those nose touches as well... She likes to wrap her tail around his while they walk as well. Must be nothing. Not like a queen like her can ever love him.... The fool he is.
— The moon is so bright, Odasaku! It feels like I can touch her!
As the port ships set off on their journey, Dazai tried to reach out to the moon. Odasaku thought this was child's play, though unusual for Dazai, but suitable for him. He always supported him in his foolishness, because why not? It's much better than killing or torturing someone
And here is a speed paint and a small animatic at the end, very cute as it turned out for me🥺
“Our world is not divided
by race, color, gender or religion.
Our world is divided into
wise people and fools.
And fools divide themselves
by race, color, gender, or religion.”
Mohamad Safa (Human Rights Activist
and United Nations Representative).