Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke turned to Miranda, looking a bit embarrassed. "Can you step out for a bit, please?" he asked, pushing her out before she could say anything. Daisuke took a few deep breaths and then turned back to D, taking the revolver out of his hand and emptying it.

"Well, I suppose I ought to thank you. This was my first date. It's difficult to set the standards lower after this." the man snarked, putting away the now unloaded gun. "Alright. You want something. D- when is the last time you actually slept?" he asked, changing tunes when he took a better look at his friend.

"What month is it?" D inquired, downing the entire mug of coffee at once. He leaped off the desk and removed another container of coffee, pouring it into the machine and placing the glass pot back inside. He then removed a stale loaf of bread, molding, and ate it in three quick, ravenous bites.

"And since when do you date?" he demanded, mouth full, before swallowing, "Dating is for stupid people. I mean, you're rich, couldn't you just buy a prostitute? Or, hell, given how rich you are, all the prostitutes? Dating seems needlessly difficult."

Daisuke facepalmed. "If I were just looking for sex, I'd wheel my body into Yuzuki's room for a few seconds. No, I was- never mind. D, you need to rest and relax, alright? I don't care how brilliant you are. You need to calm yourself down and just rest." he said, taking the coffee away from him, as well as the machine.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"What month is it?" D inquired, downing the entire mug of coffee at once. He leaped off the desk and removed another container of coffee, pouring it into the machine and placing the glass pot back inside. He then removed a stale loaf of bread, molding, and ate it in three quick, ravenous bites.

"And since when do you date?" he demanded, mouth full, before swallowing, "Dating is for stupid people. I mean, you're rich, couldn't you just buy a prostitute? Or, hell, given how rich you are, all the prostitutes? Dating seems needlessly difficult."

Daisuke facepalmed. "If I were just looking for sex, I'd wheel my body into Yuzuki's room for a few seconds. No, I was- never mind. D, you need to rest and relax, alright? I don't care how brilliant you are. You need to calm yourself down and just rest." he said, taking the coffee away from him, as well as the machine.

D frowned and removed a second machine, plugging it in and repeating the process of filling it.

"I did not ask you down here to babysit me," he spat, "I already have enough people trying to do that, thank you. Now! Look at that wall."

He stabbed a finger at the sequence.

"What does that mean?" he demanded.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke facepalmed. "If I were just looking for sex, I'd wheel my body into Yuzuki's room for a few seconds. No, I was- never mind. D, you need to rest and relax, alright? I don't care how brilliant you are. You need to calm yourself down and just rest." he said, taking the coffee away from him, as well as the machine.

D frowned and removed a second machine, plugging it in and repeating the process of filling it.

"I did not ask you down here to babysit me," he spat, "I already have enough people trying to do that, thank you. Now! Look at that wall."

He stabbed a finger at the sequence.

"What does that mean?" he demanded.

Daisuke stood in between D and the wall. "And why didn't you just draw the thing?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "D- I will look at the wall and I will help you. But you've gone too far, you really have. You need your rest, alright? You may be brilliant- and I'll admit you're probably smarter than me. But you are not well at all. Franklin- tell me the truth. Why don't you sleep?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

D frowned and removed a second machine, plugging it in and repeating the process of filling it.

"I did not ask you down here to babysit me," he spat, "I already have enough people trying to do that, thank you. Now! Look at that wall."

He stabbed a finger at the sequence.

"What does that mean?" he demanded.

Daisuke stood in between D and the wall. "And why didn't you just draw the thing?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "D- I will look at the wall and I will help you. But you've gone too far, you really have. You need your rest, alright? You may be brilliant- and I'll admit you're probably smarter than me. But you are not well at all. Franklin- tell me the truth. Why don't you sleep?"

"I sleep enough," D replied, "Those who lounge about and rest are merely biding their time until death. We all die, we all have a very short time here. Why should I waste it sleeping when I could be working? No artist sleeps, Dai. It gets in the way."

He ripped his coffee from the machine and took a massive gulp straight from the pot.

"That," D explained, "is a genetic sequence. A cluster of one is representative of cytosine, a cluster of three is adenine. You can figure it out from there, I'm sure. This specific genetic sequence is, by all means, utterly impossible in the fact that is completely mundane. So, what mechanism could possibly cause this genetic sequence to change into something entirely different and, simultaneously, have an instant effect on the source organism? Don't bother answering, I already know - it's, obviously, magic. But magic is a mere alteration of energy; the real question is, where is the energy coming from, how is it getting there, and, perhaps more pertinently, how can we cut it off?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke stood in between D and the wall. "And why didn't you just draw the thing?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "D- I will look at the wall and I will help you. But you've gone too far, you really have. You need your rest, alright? You may be brilliant- and I'll admit you're probably smarter than me. But you are not well at all. Franklin- tell me the truth. Why don't you sleep?"

"I sleep enough," D replied, "Those who lounge about and rest are merely biding their time until death. We all die, we all have a very short time here. Why should I waste it sleeping when I could be working? No artist sleeps, Dai. It gets in the way."

He ripped his coffee from the machine and took a massive gulp straight from the pot.

"That," D explained, "is a genetic sequence. A cluster of one is representative of cytosine, a cluster of three is adenine. You can figure it out from there, I'm sure. This specific genetic sequence is, by all means, utterly impossible in the fact that is completely mundane. So, what mechanism could possibly cause this genetic sequence to change into something entirely different and, simultaneously, have an instant effect on the source organism? Don't bother answering, I already know - it's, obviously, magic. But magic is a mere alteration of energy; the real question is, where is the energy coming from, how is it getting there, and, perhaps more pertinently, how can we cut it off?"

Daisuke rubbed his eyes. Despite this being a robot body, it made him feel better. "Alright. Alright- first off, whose genetic structure is this? Or what's? Where did you find this from?" he asked, taking a seat. Mentally, he resigned himself to Miranda breaking up with him.

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"I'm a combat medic with a lightsaber." Alexander Horn mentioned to the Brazilian girl as they walked down the hallway toward Yuzuki's bedroom. "Don't even pretend you don't want to fuck me."

[Constaniana]

"I fear I may succumb to this school before I grow accustomed to it. Speaking of... 'dinosaurs', I assume you mean the really, really big lizard things that are said to have lived before us? I did not see any, but I'm certain I saw giant reptiles." Takao said, shuddering at the thought.

He didn't usually have an issue with the things he saw in life, but EH had managed to simply confuse the fuck out of him. And I'm carrying a mystical sword. Truly a strange place, he rationalized to himself. Speaking of, he tapped the hilt of his sword, still unable to fully accept that it was there, and he must use it else he fail the Emperor.

"Well, sort of, yes. Though there were giant reptilian creatures that existed along with the dinosaurs, but weren't actually classified as dinosaurs themselves, mostly ones that flew or swam in the sea. And there were plenty of mammal-like reptiles that existed millions of years before dinosaurs, though most people seem to not know about them. But you' would probably be better off asking a biology teacher than me, although I don't think we have a respectable biology teacher here," said William, wondering who the biology teacher actually was. There had once been a class on the reproductive side of biology, but the knight didn't think it had been on since the teacher had become queen of the school's rabbit population.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"I sleep enough," D replied, "Those who lounge about and rest are merely biding their time until death. We all die, we all have a very short time here. Why should I waste it sleeping when I could be working? No artist sleeps, Dai. It gets in the way."

He ripped his coffee from the machine and took a massive gulp straight from the pot.

"That," D explained, "is a genetic sequence. A cluster of one is representative of cytosine, a cluster of three is adenine. You can figure it out from there, I'm sure. This specific genetic sequence is, by all means, utterly impossible in the fact that is completely mundane. So, what mechanism could possibly cause this genetic sequence to change into something entirely different and, simultaneously, have an instant effect on the source organism? Don't bother answering, I already know - it's, obviously, magic. But magic is a mere alteration of energy; the real question is, where is the energy coming from, how is it getting there, and, perhaps more pertinently, how can we cut it off?"

Daisuke rubbed his eyes. Despite this being a robot body, it made him feel better. "Alright. Alright- first off, whose genetic structure is this? Or what's? Where did you find this from?" he asked, taking a seat. Mentally, he resigned himself to Miranda breaking up with him.

"This is the genetic structure of Subject: Ro," D replied, removing four packets of paper, filled with lengthy genetic sequences, from his desk, "I am of the opinion that, perhaps, whatever mechanism causes the massive shift in Ro's genetics is related to these sequences from ten years ago."

He handed one of the packets, marked "Subject: Ri" to Daisuke.

"You will recall that," he said, "by studying the genetic sequences of Thor and Calliel, we were able to find similarities inherent in the divine species of which Calliel was a half-breed. We were also able to find these rather unmistakeable characteristics in Richard's DNA and, from that, gleaned the fact that Richard was... well, you remember. We further compared that to Subject: Cr and derived the conclusions we derived which we can't really discuss, due to security concerns. I believe that the same magical mechanism which allowed for Richard to mix human and divine DNA in order to create angels and Subject: Cr has been redesigned so as to cause a spontaneous change between two separate genetic sequences in Subject: Ro. However, I don't have any idea how Richard produced the angels, which brings me to my next point - we need a wizard to figure that out. Or a god, but I don't want to get them involved and get them thinking about weaponizing their DNA. In other words, we need to tell Crowley about our research."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke rubbed his eyes. Despite this being a robot body, it made him feel better. "Alright. Alright- first off, whose genetic structure is this? Or what's? Where did you find this from?" he asked, taking a seat. Mentally, he resigned himself to Miranda breaking up with him.

"This is the genetic structure of Subject: Ro," D replied, removing four packets of paper, filled with lengthy genetic sequences, from his desk, "I am of the opinion that, perhaps, whatever mechanism causes the massive shift in Ro's genetics is related to these sequences from ten years ago."

He handed one of the packets, marked "Subject: Ri" to Daisuke.

"You will recall that," he said, "by studying the genetic sequences of Thor and Calliel, we were able to find similarities inherent in the divine species of which Calliel was a half-breed. We were also able to find these rather unmistakeable characteristics in Richard's DNA and, from that, gleaned the fact that Richard was... well, you remember. We further compared that to Subject: Cr and derived the conclusions we derived which we can't really discuss, due to security concerns. I believe that the same magical mechanism which allowed for Richard to mix human and divine DNA in order to create angels and Subject: Cr has been redesigned so as to cause a spontaneous change between two separate genetic sequences in Subject: Ro. However, I don't have any idea how Richard produced the angels, which brings me to my next point - we need a wizard to figure that out. Or a god, but I don't want to get them involved and get them thinking about weaponizing their DNA. In other words, we need to tell Crowley about our research."

Daisuke looked at D seriously. "Are you certain about this? You know how his mood has been lately? Do you really want to tell him this right now? Anything could happen."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"This is the genetic structure of Subject: Ro," D replied, removing four packets of paper, filled with lengthy genetic sequences, from his desk, "I am of the opinion that, perhaps, whatever mechanism causes the massive shift in Ro's genetics is related to these sequences from ten years ago."

He handed one of the packets, marked "Subject: Ri" to Daisuke.

"You will recall that," he said, "by studying the genetic sequences of Thor and Calliel, we were able to find similarities inherent in the divine species of which Calliel was a half-breed. We were also able to find these rather unmistakeable characteristics in Richard's DNA and, from that, gleaned the fact that Richard was... well, you remember. We further compared that to Subject: Cr and derived the conclusions we derived which we can't really discuss, due to security concerns. I believe that the same magical mechanism which allowed for Richard to mix human and divine DNA in order to create angels and Subject: Cr has been redesigned so as to cause a spontaneous change between two separate genetic sequences in Subject: Ro. However, I don't have any idea how Richard produced the angels, which brings me to my next point - we need a wizard to figure that out. Or a god, but I don't want to get them involved and get them thinking about weaponizing their DNA. In other words, we need to tell Crowley about our research."

Daisuke looked at D seriously. "Are you certain about this? You know how his mood has been lately? Do you really want to tell him this right now? Anything could happen."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MOOD CROWLEY IS IN!" D cried, spilling coffee over his desk. He slammed the pot back into the machine, cracking it, and smashing his fist into the wood.

"There's no better time," he said, "because there is no time. We need to work on this now or the consequences will be unspeakable."

He turned around to face Daisuke, but could not bring himself to meet his eyes.

"Are you willing to gamble with a life, Daisuke?" he demanded.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke looked at D seriously. "Are you certain about this? You know how his mood has been lately? Do you really want to tell him this right now? Anything could happen."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MOOD CROWLEY IS IN!" D cried, spilling coffee over his desk. He slammed the pot back into the machine, cracking it, and smashing his fist into the wood.

"There's no better time," he said, "because there is no time. We need to work on this now or the consequences will be unspeakable."

He turned around to face Daisuke, but could not bring himself to meet his eyes.

"Are you willing to gamble with a life, Daisuke?" he demanded.

Daisuke sighed. "Of course not, though people have seemed quite content to gamble with my own." he said, his robotic face looking quite tired. "Alright. Crowley is currently in Berlin, New Hampshire. There are several other people there with him. Including Alastor, the Colonel and a man I have not met before. Are you going to reveal the truth in front of them as well?" he asked.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MOOD CROWLEY IS IN!" D cried, spilling coffee over his desk. He slammed the pot back into the machine, cracking it, and smashing his fist into the wood.

"There's no better time," he said, "because there is no time. We need to work on this now or the consequences will be unspeakable."

He turned around to face Daisuke, but could not bring himself to meet his eyes.

"Are you willing to gamble with a life, Daisuke?" he demanded.

Daisuke sighed. "Of course not, though people have seemed quite content to gamble with my own." he said, his robotic face looking quite tired. "Alright. Crowley is currently in Berlin, New Hampshire. There are several other people there with him. Including Alastor, the Colonel and a man I have not met before. Are you going to reveal the truth in front of them as well?" he asked.

"No," D said, "but, unless the audio in my cameras no longer works correctly, there are two Crowleys now. Where is the second?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke sighed. "Of course not, though people have seemed quite content to gamble with my own." he said, his robotic face looking quite tired. "Alright. Crowley is currently in Berlin, New Hampshire. There are several other people there with him. Including Alastor, the Colonel and a man I have not met before. Are you going to reveal the truth in front of them as well?" he asked.

"No," D said, "but, unless the audio in my cameras no longer works correctly, there are two Crowleys now. Where is the second?"

Daisuke checked the audio as well. "I believe the second Crowley is...well, having an adventure. And I think I know where."

---

"MY LEGS! MY LEGS!" came the roar of a demon laying on the floor in a pub in Hell.

"Calm the fuck down, Crowley!" barked the bartender. "Or I'll hold you liable for the damages, I have a degree in law!"

Aleister Crowley chugged down another beer, grabbed an approaching demon and slammed his face onto the wine glass. "Sure, sure, mate. I'll pay up in a bit. Ferdinand, will you please deal with the bartender?" Crowley asked. He then followed up in German- because German was a funny sort of language they both knew- and said "beat the shithead silly, will you?"

Crowley threw the demon off to the side. "Now, I apologise for this, but I really just wanted a few free drinks and a bit of fun." he gave a grin. "In any case, anyone willing to give a few free drinks?"

"I'll buy a few." said Daisuke as he and D walked into the pub. "Hello, Aleister."

Crowley stared at them. "And just who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

"No," D said, "but, unless the audio in my cameras no longer works correctly, there are two Crowleys now. Where is the second?"

Daisuke checked the audio as well. "I believe the second Crowley is...well, having an adventure. And I think I know where."

---

"MY LEGS! MY LEGS!" came the roar of a demon laying on the floor in a pub in Hell.

"Calm the fuck down, Crowley!" barked the bartender. "Or I'll hold you liable for the damages, I have a degree in law!"

Aleister Crowley chugged down another beer, grabbed an approaching demon and slammed his face onto the wine glass. "Sure, sure, mate. I'll pay up in a bit. Ferdinand, will you please deal with the bartender?" Crowley asked. He then followed up in German- because German was a funny sort of language they both knew- and said "beat the shithead silly, will you?"

Crowley threw the demon off to the side. "Now, I apologise for this, but I really just wanted a few free drinks and a bit of fun." he gave a grin. "In any case, anyone willing to give a few free drinks?"

"I'll buy a few." said Daisuke as he and D walked into the pub. "Hello, Aleister."

Crowley stared at them. "And just who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

"Mr. Crowley," D said, deciding to skip the usual line of "Lewis Jameson's son, who the fuck are you?" - he doubted it would have the same effect in this Crowley's native universe as it did in his, "you are a smart man, yes? Do you have any interest in robotics? Genetics? Computer science? Weapons technology? All of these things are improved when you mix human ingenuity and technology with supernatural magic and control. Magitech, some people call it - I call it Taka-Jameson. I'm Jameson, he's Taka. You can call me D. We're the richest men in the world and the heads of one of the most successful corporations there has ever been in the history of our universe. We are also students of Elfen High."

He pulled up a bar stool and sat down.

"We want your help."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Daisuke checked the audio as well. "I believe the second Crowley is...well, having an adventure. And I think I know where."

---

"MY LEGS! MY LEGS!" came the roar of a demon laying on the floor in a pub in Hell.

"Calm the fuck down, Crowley!" barked the bartender. "Or I'll hold you liable for the damages, I have a degree in law!"

Aleister Crowley chugged down another beer, grabbed an approaching demon and slammed his face onto the wine glass. "Sure, sure, mate. I'll pay up in a bit. Ferdinand, will you please deal with the bartender?" Crowley asked. He then followed up in German- because German was a funny sort of language they both knew- and said "beat the shithead silly, will you?"

Crowley threw the demon off to the side. "Now, I apologise for this, but I really just wanted a few free drinks and a bit of fun." he gave a grin. "In any case, anyone willing to give a few free drinks?"

"I'll buy a few." said Daisuke as he and D walked into the pub. "Hello, Aleister."

Crowley stared at them. "And just who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

"Mr. Crowley," D said, deciding to skip the usual line of "Lewis Jameson's son, who the fuck are you?" - he doubted it would have the same effect in this Crowley's native universe as it did in his, "you are a smart man, yes? Do you have any interest in robotics? Genetics? Computer science? Weapons technology? All of these things are improved when you mix human ingenuity and technology with supernatural magic and control. Magitech, some people call it - I call it Taka-Jameson. I'm Jameson, he's Taka. You can call me D. We're the richest men in the world and the heads of one of the most successful corporations there has ever been in the history of our universe. We are also students of Elfen High."

He pulled up a bar stool and sat down.

"We want your help."

Crowley looked bored. "So, am I getting my drink or not?"

"Yes, you'll get your damn drink." Daisuke sighed.

"Any relation to Lewis Jameson?" Crowley asked D suspiciously.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Mr. Crowley," D said, deciding to skip the usual line of "Lewis Jameson's son, who the fuck are you?" - he doubted it would have the same effect in this Crowley's native universe as it did in his, "you are a smart man, yes? Do you have any interest in robotics? Genetics? Computer science? Weapons technology? All of these things are improved when you mix human ingenuity and technology with supernatural magic and control. Magitech, some people call it - I call it Taka-Jameson. I'm Jameson, he's Taka. You can call me D. We're the richest men in the world and the heads of one of the most successful corporations there has ever been in the history of our universe. We are also students of Elfen High."

He pulled up a bar stool and sat down.

"We want your help."

Crowley looked bored. "So, am I getting my drink or not?"

"Yes, you'll get your damn drink." Daisuke sighed.

"Any relation to Lewis Jameson?" Crowley asked D suspiciously.

D gave a winning, and utterly bullshit, smile.

"All humans are related, Mr. Crowley," D replied, "which brings us to the matter at hand. Relations. Genetics. All very simple subject matter for someone as intelligent as you. But how does one explain the utter and total rewrite of an organism's genetics, to the extent that the organism itself is rewritten? Magic, of course, but what magic?"

D leaned forward, for effect.

"Mr. Crowley," he said, "what if I told you this magic made the gods themselves?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley looked bored. "So, am I getting my drink or not?"

"Yes, you'll get your damn drink." Daisuke sighed.

"Any relation to Lewis Jameson?" Crowley asked D suspiciously.

D gave a winning, and utterly bullshit, smile.

"All humans are related, Mr. Crowley," D replied, "which brings us to the matter at hand. Relations. Genetics. All very simple subject matter for someone as intelligent as you. But how does one explain the utter and total rewrite of an organism's genetics, to the extent that the organism itself is rewritten? Magic, of course, but what magic?"

D leaned forward, for effect.

"Mr. Crowley," he said, "what if I told you this magic made the gods themselves?"

"Really?" Crowley gasped in mock amazement. "Fascinating. So, are you looking into this for your own scientific interest, or is there an actual bloody point to the story? Get to the part that matters. If you came to me, you want me to give some information or help or there's some world that needs saving, otherwise you'd print this story at Cambridge. So, why are you here?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

D gave a winning, and utterly bullshit, smile.

"All humans are related, Mr. Crowley," D replied, "which brings us to the matter at hand. Relations. Genetics. All very simple subject matter for someone as intelligent as you. But how does one explain the utter and total rewrite of an organism's genetics, to the extent that the organism itself is rewritten? Magic, of course, but what magic?"

D leaned forward, for effect.

"Mr. Crowley," he said, "what if I told you this magic made the gods themselves?"

"Really?" Crowley gasped in mock amazement. "Fascinating. So, are you looking into this for your own scientific interest, or is there an actual bloody point to the story? Get to the part that matters. If you came to me, you want me to give some information or help or there's some world that needs saving, otherwise you'd print this story at Cambridge. So, why are you here?"

"In your world," D said, "it is my understanding, there was a war in Heaven. In ours, there was a war in Hell. A very, very large one that ended with the death of the demon warlord Azazel and the utter destruction of his empire. In the lead-up to this surprisingly short war, Azazel stole a small child and experimented on her. He created a monster and hid it in her genetic code, so well, in fact, that I can't find it. But the monster is still there.

I believe that Azazel used the same methods to create this monster as Yahweh, Jehovah, whatever you call him, did to create the angels. I've studied Yahweh's invention before and, well, frankly, I don't understand any of it. But Daisuke and I are no wizards - you are. We've come to you so you can help us figure out how this monster was made and how to remove it from this girl, before someone like, say, Uriel blunders upon her and uses the secrets she holds to become God. Surely, even your world feared Uriel."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Really?" Crowley gasped in mock amazement. "Fascinating. So, are you looking into this for your own scientific interest, or is there an actual bloody point to the story? Get to the part that matters. If you came to me, you want me to give some information or help or there's some world that needs saving, otherwise you'd print this story at Cambridge. So, why are you here?"

"In your world," D said, "it is my understanding, there was a war in Heaven. In ours, there was a war in Hell. A very, very large one that ended with the death of the demon warlord Azazel and the utter destruction of his empire. In the lead-up to this surprisingly short war, Azazel stole a small child and experimented on her. He created a monster and hid it in her genetic code, so well, in fact, that I can't find it. But the monster is still there.

I believe that Azazel used the same methods to create this monster as Yahweh, Jehovah, whatever you call him, did to create the angels. I've studied Yahweh's invention before and, well, frankly, I don't understand any of it. But Daisuke and I are no wizards - you are. We've come to you so you can help us figure out how this monster was made and how to remove it from this girl, before someone like, say, Uriel blunders upon her and uses the secrets she holds to become God. Surely, even your world feared Uriel."

Crowley gave a nod. "Indeed they did. Of course, this was before Uriel screwed himself when he ended up merging with Calliel but- anyway, that's a long story we don't have the time for." he said, noticing Daisuke's expression.

"So, alright then." he said, clapping his hands and getting up. "This will be fun. Take me to your lab and whatever it is."

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"In your world," D said, "it is my understanding, there was a war in Heaven. In ours, there was a war in Hell. A very, very large one that ended with the death of the demon warlord Azazel and the utter destruction of his empire. In the lead-up to this surprisingly short war, Azazel stole a small child and experimented on her. He created a monster and hid it in her genetic code, so well, in fact, that I can't find it. But the monster is still there.

I believe that Azazel used the same methods to create this monster as Yahweh, Jehovah, whatever you call him, did to create the angels. I've studied Yahweh's invention before and, well, frankly, I don't understand any of it. But Daisuke and I are no wizards - you are. We've come to you so you can help us figure out how this monster was made and how to remove it from this girl, before someone like, say, Uriel blunders upon her and uses the secrets she holds to become God. Surely, even your world feared Uriel."

Crowley gave a nod. "Indeed they did. Of course, this was before Uriel screwed himself when he ended up merging with Calliel but- anyway, that's a long story we don't have the time for." he said, noticing Daisuke's expression.

"So, alright then." he said, clapping his hands and getting up. "This will be fun. Take me to your lab and whatever it is."

"I'm coming too," Ferdinand said, snapping the bartender's neck as he did.

"What's the fun in science if you don't have a lightsaber?" he asked. As he did, he ignited his black lightsaber, and slashed through several demon bystanders. He smirked. "The Demons in this world are much weaker - and less fun - than the ones in ours, eh Crowley?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

Crowley gave a nod. "Indeed they did. Of course, this was before Uriel screwed himself when he ended up merging with Calliel but- anyway, that's a long story we don't have the time for." he said, noticing Daisuke's expression.

"So, alright then." he said, clapping his hands and getting up. "This will be fun. Take me to your lab and whatever it is."

"I'm coming too," Ferdinand said, snapping the bartender's neck as he did.

"What's the fun in science if you don't have a lightsaber?" he asked. As he did, he ignited his black lightsaber, and slashed through several demon bystanders. He smirked. "The Demons in this world are much weaker - and less fun - than the ones in ours, eh Crowley?"

D stabbed a finger at Ferdinand.

"You," he said, "are clearly a fucking psychopath and are far too dangerous to be allowed near the hundreds of sensitive, potentially world-ending devices in my lab. You could find a way to turn a fucking thermometer full of mercury into a goddamn hydrogen bomb. I would rather not have the entire world die for your shits and giggles, so go play with Laz."

What he did not disclose was that this other Crowley was clearly a fucking psychopath as well.

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"I'm coming too," Ferdinand said, snapping the bartender's neck as he did.

"What's the fun in science if you don't have a lightsaber?" he asked. As he did, he ignited his black lightsaber, and slashed through several demon bystanders. He smirked. "The Demons in this world are much weaker - and less fun - than the ones in ours, eh Crowley?"

D stabbed a finger at Ferdinand.

"You," he said, "are clearly a fucking psychopath and are far too dangerous to be allowed near the hundreds of sensitive, potentially world-ending devices in my lab. You could find a way to turn a fucking thermometer full of mercury into a goddamn hydrogen bomb. I would rather not have the entire world die for your shits and giggles, so go play with Laz."

What he did not disclose was that this other Crowley was clearly a fucking psychopath as well.

Ferdinand glared at this boy.

This fucking child.

This fucking child who stood up to the general that toppled Jehovah's greatest armies. The man who turned some Asian peasants into an army of Angel-killing warriors. The vampire son of Damien Seward, and the adopted son of Aleister Crowley. One of the last vampires who ever lived, who stood up to Jehovah and killed his mighty generals.

This fucking child.

This fucking child.

"You. You hold yourself in the highest of positions, believing yourself to be something important. But you aren't. You're just a rich little bitch with daddy issues. You say you're one of the wealthiest men in the world? How much have you contributed to this world? Did you fight that demon king in the war? Did you take on Jehovah like I did? Did you give up every shred of your humanity just to save the last thousand or so people in your world? Have you seen entire homes - entire families and countries - burn in flames of white fire, while Angels marched to your Elfen High and try to kill your fellow students and teachers? No. You didn't. And you never will. Because you'll sit back in your fucking penthouse making other people do your work. You don't know me, you piece of trash. You don't know me or where I come from. You have no idea what I've done for my world - which, I'll remind you - is now dead."

He spat onto D's face. "Maybe when this world dies, you can talk to me. But until then, your opinion is nothing. Now take both of us to your lab, or get the fuck out of my sight."

[Nationstatelandsville]

D stabbed a finger at Ferdinand.

"You," he said, "are clearly a fucking psychopath and are far too dangerous to be allowed near the hundreds of sensitive, potentially world-ending devices in my lab. You could find a way to turn a fucking thermometer full of mercury into a goddamn hydrogen bomb. I would rather not have the entire world die for your shits and giggles, so go play with Laz."

What he did not disclose was that this other Crowley was clearly a fucking psychopath as well.

Ferdinand glared at this boy.

This fucking child.

This fucking child who stood up to the general that toppled Jehovah's greatest armies. The man who turned some Asian peasants into an army of Angel-killing warriors. The vampire son of Damien Seward, and the adopted son of Aleister Crowley. One of the last vampires who ever lived, who stood up to Jehovah and killed his mighty generals.

This fucking child.

This fucking child.

"You. You hold yourself in the highest of positions, believing yourself to be something important. But you aren't. You're just a rich little bitch with daddy issues. You say you're one of the wealthiest men in the world? How much have you contributed to this world? Did you fight that demon king in the war? Did you take on Jehovah like I did? Did you give up every shred of your humanity just to save the last thousand or so people in your world? Have you seen entire homes - entire families and countries - burn in flames of white fire, while Angels marched to your Elfen High and try to kill your fellow students and teachers? No. You didn't. And you never will. Because you'll sit back in your fucking penthouse making other people do your work. You don't know me, you piece of trash. You don't know me or where I come from. You have no idea what I've done for my world - which, I'll remind you - is now dead."

He spat onto D's face. "Maybe when this world dies, you can talk to me. But until then, your opinion is nothing. Now take both of us to your lab, or get the fuck out of my sight."

"Ferdinand?" D replied, voice even and calm, "That is your name, yes? I did not give up 'every shred' of my humanity because I am not a piece-of-shit who starts bar-fights, nor am I a pissy five-year-old who throws temper tantrums because the other kids won't let him play with their toys. You can give me your speech about your war and your death, but I've seen it all too and I don't cry over it when I don't get what I want. I neither live in a penthouse nor make people do my work. I build everything I build by hand, with a smattering of interns to hand me a screwdriver when I need to stop a nuclear reactor from melting down and destroying all of England. My name is Franklin Damien Jameson - you can look me up, I'm Lewis' son. Your father was a good man, at least here. You are a screaming child. Good day. Dai, take us away."

[Nude East Ireland]

Ferdinand glared at this boy.

This fucking child.

This fucking child who stood up to the general that toppled Jehovah's greatest armies. The man who turned some Asian peasants into an army of Angel-killing warriors. The vampire son of Damien Seward, and the adopted son of Aleister Crowley. One of the last vampires who ever lived, who stood up to Jehovah and killed his mighty generals.

This fucking child.

This fucking child.

"You. You hold yourself in the highest of positions, believing yourself to be something important. But you aren't. You're just a rich little bitch with daddy issues. You say you're one of the wealthiest men in the world? How much have you contributed to this world? Did you fight that demon king in the war? Did you take on Jehovah like I did? Did you give up every shred of your humanity just to save the last thousand or so people in your world? Have you seen entire homes - entire families and countries - burn in flames of white fire, while Angels marched to your Elfen High and try to kill your fellow students and teachers? No. You didn't. And you never will. Because you'll sit back in your fucking penthouse making other people do your work. You don't know me, you piece of trash. You don't know me or where I come from. You have no idea what I've done for my world - which, I'll remind you - is now dead."

He spat onto D's face. "Maybe when this world dies, you can talk to me. But until then, your opinion is nothing. Now take both of us to your lab, or get the fuck out of my sight."

"Ferdinand?" D replied, voice even and calm, "That is your name, yes? I did not give up 'every shred' of my humanity because I am not a piece-of-shit who starts bar-fights, nor am I a pissy five-year-old who throws temper tantrums because the other kids won't let him play with their toys. You can give me your speech about your war and your death, but I've seen it all too and I don't cry over it when I don't get what I want. I neither live in a penthouse nor make people do my work. I build everything I build by hand, with a smattering of interns to hand me a screwdriver when I need to stop a nuclear reactor from melting down and destroying all of England. My name is Franklin Damien Jameson - you can look me up, I'm Lewis' son. Your father was a good man, at least here. You are a screaming child. Good day. Dai, take us away."

Ferdinand proceeded to tackle D onto the ground and deliver several punches into his face.

"You insignificant ingrate!" he yelled. "You're an egotistical little fuck, who pretends that he carries the world on his tiny shoulders. But you don't. I smell the caffeine inside of your body."

Ferdinand smirked. "I can't wait until you crash and burn."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Ferdinand?" D replied, voice even and calm, "That is your name, yes? I did not give up 'every shred' of my humanity because I am not a piece-of-shit who starts bar-fights, nor am I a pissy five-year-old who throws temper tantrums because the other kids won't let him play with their toys. You can give me your speech about your war and your death, but I've seen it all too and I don't cry over it when I don't get what I want. I neither live in a penthouse nor make people do my work. I build everything I build by hand, with a smattering of interns to hand me a screwdriver when I need to stop a nuclear reactor from melting down and destroying all of England. My name is Franklin Damien Jameson - you can look me up, I'm Lewis' son. Your father was a good man, at least here. You are a screaming child. Good day. Dai, take us away."

Ferdinand proceeded to tackle D onto the ground and deliver several punches into his face.

"You insignificant ingrate!" he yelled. "You're an egotistical little fuck, who pretends that he carries the world on his tiny shoulders. But you don't. I smell the caffeine inside of your body."

Ferdinand smirked. "I can't wait until you crash and burn."

Daisuke gave Crowley his drink, which he gulped down. "So," the wizard asked. "You planning on doing anything about that?"

"I will always help my friends in times of need." the Taka replied. "However, D doesn't seem in danger of being permanently injured from this. And arguably, someone could stretch it out to think he needs it, so...in any case, what do you think the odds of Britain winning the Ashes this year are?"

"Pretty good, I'd say. Australia just hasn't been up to par in recent years."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Ferdinand?" D replied, voice even and calm, "That is your name, yes? I did not give up 'every shred' of my humanity because I am not a piece-of-shit who starts bar-fights, nor am I a pissy five-year-old who throws temper tantrums because the other kids won't let him play with their toys. You can give me your speech about your war and your death, but I've seen it all too and I don't cry over it when I don't get what I want. I neither live in a penthouse nor make people do my work. I build everything I build by hand, with a smattering of interns to hand me a screwdriver when I need to stop a nuclear reactor from melting down and destroying all of England. My name is Franklin Damien Jameson - you can look me up, I'm Lewis' son. Your father was a good man, at least here. You are a screaming child. Good day. Dai, take us away."

Ferdinand proceeded to tackle D onto the ground and deliver several punches into his face.

"You insignificant ingrate!" he yelled. "You're an egotistical little fuck, who pretends that he carries the world on his tiny shoulders. But you don't. I smell the caffeine inside of your body."

Ferdinand smirked. "I can't wait until you crash and burn."

D stood perfectly still while Ferdinand hit him, seeming completely indifferent.

"I am not the one who attacked an eleven-year-old because his feelings were hurt," he said simply, "nor do I smell like cheap whiskey and demon blood. I think, perhaps, it would be wise to look at yourself before you criticize others. Glass house, meet stone."

Ferdinand proceeded to tackle D onto the ground and deliver several punches into his face.

"You insignificant ingrate!" he yelled. "You're an egotistical little fuck, who pretends that he carries the world on his tiny shoulders. But you don't. I smell the caffeine inside of your body."

Ferdinand smirked. "I can't wait until you crash and burn."

Daisuke gave Crowley his drink, which he gulped down. "So," the wizard asked. "You planning on doing anything about that?"

"I will always help my friends in times of need." the Taka replied. "However, D doesn't seem in danger of being permanently injured from this. And arguably, someone could stretch it out to think he needs it, so...in any case, what do you think the odds of Britain winning the Ashes this year are?"

"Pretty good, I'd say. Australia just hasn't been up to par in recent years."

"Hey!" D said, fumbling to catch Ferdinand's wrist, "Dai! I'm being attacked by an angry drunk with a small dick. Could you help here? I still own twenty-five percent!"