Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Zarkenis Ultima]

When the music sounded, the Ciels were affected almost immediately. Celes felt drawn to it, the beautiful music filling her ears and impeling her towards the door, but there was also something in it that made her head ache for some reason, and this pain made her more conscious of her actions. However, she was still drawn towards the door. Ciel, however, gave in more easily, and began moving towards it without a word. She only gave one step or two, however, because Anti-Minh soon cancelled the music.

After that, Celes simply stood by, a little confused, wondering why her head had hurt. Ciel simply stopped walking, blinked, and turned to her.

"What happened?" She asked. Celes looked at her a bit puzzled, but then shook her head and pulled her in for a quick hug. "Nothing. Don't worry. We should just go along, the glass is gone." She said. The two then did just that and followed the group, listening to Azazel and then seeing the video and the door. They didn't think it was such a good idea to slash at the veins, but they said nothing.

Alastor, meanwhile, joined Yuzuki in her endeavor.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"...I need a fucking drink," Megan sighed, "Got any good pubs 'round 'ere, limey?"

Needless to say, Megan's words had hit Ivy like a brick to the face.

"...I'm sorry, Megan." she cried, putting her face in her hands. "Just...god. I...but...do you really mean that? I'm not...no, of course not...you're...no..." she mumbled incoherently, tears streaming down her face. Because that was all she did. She was too weak to do anything useful and she was selfish and Megan was right. Thoughts flashing through her mind, she tripped over her own words for a few seconds, trying to speak, and then fell silent for a few moments.

Then she pointed towards the door.

"Calliel," she demanded weakly, breaking the silence, "make her leave. I honestly don't fucking care about whatever complaint you have or anything. Just get her fucking out of here. Please."

"Yeah, no," Megan said, "Until I'm sure Oliver fucking Twist over there isn't a demon, I'm not going anywhere."

Megan promptly threw a cup of holy water (read: mouthwash she'd borrowed from the Vatican) in the doctor's face and tore off her cross necklace, waving it in his face by the chain.

"The power of Christ compels you!" she said in her best priest voice.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Then the EH group hit the door.

This is when something fun happened.

First of all, a hole smashed through the wall next to them as the ship started to break under pressure.

Then the ship shook and exploded out of Hell, hovering ominously over...Yep. London. Because I'm a prick.

An entire side wall was ripped open, enabling some of them to see the city underneath them. A shield flew out over the city like a dome, sealing it down from escape or teleportation.

Azazel and a few thousand demons inside the ship fell down toward London's ground, landing softly despite everything and despite the slowly breaking ship above them. Azazel sighed. "Crowley has been being an annoyance, hasn't he?" he chuckled. "No matter. The plan will work." Then he pulled a blue sapphire out of his pocket and planted it down into the ground.

Then the ground ripped in half and London was dragged into Hell.

In Dys, people suddenly noticed British architecture sitting right next to Hell's. The British would be quite surprised. Then the terror of thousands of demons attacking them and a war all around them would rapidly set in.

Azazel looked around the new city with a smile, walking slowly toward Buckingham Palace.

It was now 8:15 PM.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Then the EH group hit the door.

This is when something fun happened.

First of all, a hole smashed through the wall next to them as the ship started to break under pressure.

Then the ship shook and exploded out of Hell, hovering ominously over...Yep. London. Because I'm a prick.

An entire side wall was ripped open, enabling some of them to see the city underneath them. A shield flew out over the city like a dome, sealing it down from escape or teleportation.

Azazel and a few thousand demons inside the ship fell down toward London's ground, landing softly despite everything and despite the slowly breaking ship above them. Azazel sighed. "Crowley has been being an annoyance, hasn't he?" he chuckled. "No matter. The plan will work." Then he pulled a blue sapphire out of his pocket and planted it down into the ground.

Then the ground ripped in half and London was dragged into Hell.

In Dys, people suddenly noticed British architecture sitting right next to Hell's. The British would be quite surprised. Then the terror of thousands of demons attacking them and a war all around them would rapidly set in.

Azazel looked around the new city with a smile, walking slowly toward Buckingham Palace.

It was now 8:15 PM.

D's jaw hit the floor.

"HAL!" he snapped.

"HOLY ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK," HAL replied in even, Stephen Hawking-esque tones.

"HAL!" D cried.

"I JUST ORGASMED AND I AM A COMPUTER," HAL raved.

"HAL!" D roared.

"YES, MAS-TER FRANKLIN?" HAL questioned.

"Why don't I have one of those?" D demanded.

"WHAT DO WE DO?" HAL asked.

"Call the Queen," D said, "Don't argue with me, you've calculated the exact weight of the universe, you can hack a fucking phone. Tell her to activate the Polarbeard defenses."

"...SHE HAS THOSE?"

"Maybe. I don't know. Try it. And call Dai when you're done, we need to talk."

[Ende]

Needless to say, Megan's words had hit Ivy like a brick to the face.

"...I'm sorry, Megan." she cried, putting her face in her hands. "Just...god. I...but...do you really mean that? I'm not...no, of course not...you're...no..." she mumbled incoherently, tears streaming down her face. Because that was all she did. She was too weak to do anything useful and she was selfish and Megan was right. Thoughts flashing through her mind, she tripped over her own words for a few seconds, trying to speak, and then fell silent for a few moments.

Then she pointed towards the door.

"Calliel," she demanded weakly, breaking the silence, "make her leave. I honestly don't fucking care about whatever complaint you have or anything. Just get her fucking out of here. Please."

"Yeah, no," Megan said, "Until I'm sure Oliver fucking Twist over there isn't a demon, I'm not going anywhere."

Megan promptly threw a cup of holy water (read: mouthwash she'd borrowed from the Vatican) in the doctor's face and tore off her cross necklace, waving it in his face by the chain.

"The power of Christ compels you!" she said in her best priest voice.

Ivy facepalmed, and let out a long sigh.

"Demons don't actually have a weakness to crucifixes, Megan. That's just a stupid human myth they picked up due to - "

And then Dys happened. It was as instant as it was completely and utterly horrifying. Before she could finish her sentence, the room suddenly fell dim in a single instant - it was like an eclipse. There was still some light - plenty, in fact - but there was something incredibly large. Above them. Blocking out the light. Suddenly, a glimmering blue shield descended from the sky, a patchwork of magical barriers and boundaries. Ivy trailed off midsentence, staring blankly at the descending wall of magic.

Then, the demons started to fall. Leaping out of the bed and rushing to the window, Ivy threw it open and stared. Hundreds of them. They weren't even wearing parachutes - magical descent, evidently. Azazel's work, most likely. She stared as they dropped, falling from the sky like thousands of giant drops of rain. One landed with a thud, crashing into the street, cracking the hardened cement, and then she stared in shock as it bisected a nearby hapless pedestrian with an enormous rusty axe - the pedestrian fell in a stream of blood, organs falling to the ground, staining the white cement of the sidewalk with blood.

And then - mass teleportation. She could tell. An average person couldn't always tell when teleportation happened - but she could. It was hard to perceive. Everything would blur for an instant - and that was really the only sign. She continued to stare out of the window, onlooking their new location - it was Dys. It was fucking Dys. How? That was...a ridiculous display of power. An entire city. Moved to Hell itself. Surely Azazel wasn't that powerful. Heavensgate would have been destroyed thousands of years ago if he had this much power at his disposal - then again, he had the Fae behind him, or Leviathan, or, well, something above the gods. Even Yahweh couldn't save them from - that was heretical - who the fuck cared? Even her and Calliel's God couldn't save th-

She suddenly found herself clinging to Megan.

"I take it all fucking back! I take it all back! Every fucking bit! Please don't leave! I'm sorry!" she pleaded desperately, gripping Megan's hands tightly and staring up at her with begging eyes.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Yeah, no," Megan said, "Until I'm sure Oliver fucking Twist over there isn't a demon, I'm not going anywhere."

Megan promptly threw a cup of holy water (read: mouthwash she'd borrowed from the Vatican) in the doctor's face and tore off her cross necklace, waving it in his face by the chain.

"The power of Christ compels you!" she said in her best priest voice.

Ivy facepalmed, and let out a long sigh.

"Demons don't actually have a weakness to crucifixes, Megan. That's just a stupid human myth they picked up due to - "

And then Dys happened. It was as instant as it was completely and utterly horrifying. Before she could finish her sentence, the room suddenly fell dim in a single instant - it was like an eclipse. There was still some light - plenty, in fact - but there was something incredibly large. Above them. Blocking out the light. Suddenly, a glimmering blue shield descended from the sky, a patchwork of magical barriers and boundaries. Ivy trailed off midsentence, staring blankly at the descending wall of magic.

Then, the demons started to fall. Leaping out of the bed and rushing to the window, Ivy threw it open and stared. Hundreds of them. They weren't even wearing parachutes - magical descent, evidently. Azazel's work, most likely. She stared as they dropped, falling from the sky like thousands of giant drops of rain. One landed with a thud, crashing into the street, cracking the hardened cement, and then she stared in shock as it bisected a nearby hapless pedestrian with an enormous rusty axe - the pedestrian fell in a stream of blood, organs falling to the ground, staining the white cement of the sidewalk with blood.

And then - mass teleportation. She could tell. An average person couldn't always tell when teleportation happened - but she could. It was hard to perceive. Everything would blur for an instant - and that was really the only sign. She continued to stare out of the window, onlooking their new location - it was Dys. It was fucking Dys. How? That was...a ridiculous display of power. An entire city. Moved to Hell itself. Surely Azazel wasn't that powerful. Heavensgate would have been destroyed thousands of years ago if he had this much power at his disposal - then again, he had the Fae behind him, or Leviathan, or, well, something above the gods. Even Yahweh couldn't save them from - that was heretical - who the fuck cared? Even her and Calliel's God couldn't save th-

She suddenly found herself clinging to Megan.

"I take it all fucking back! I take it all back! Every fucking bit! Please don't leave! I'm sorry!" she pleaded desperately, gripping Megan's hands tightly and staring up at her with begging eyes.

There was a dramatic gun cock.

Megan's gun didn't cock. She made it cock anyways.

"You're going to birth this baby immediately," she said to the demon in a terrible calm, "or you'll never return to the other orphans again. Understood?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Jamie pouted at the wall, then rejoined the others.

"Toko, Alex, Christopher, Kathryn, and I will go through one door." She announced. "The rest of you go through the other. See you on the other side."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Calliel turned to Megan hopelessly. "I should go for the battle but..." he changed his mind very quickly and suddenly. A normal angel would take a long time to make such a choice. Calliel did not. "No. I shall stay." he declared, placing a hand on Ivy's stomach. "Now...push!" he yelled fiercely, shooting some magic through to try and make this quicker and faster.

He was worried. He was downright terrified of what might happen from this. But change was a good thing. Change was not what he had believed it originally to be, something to be avoided at all possible costs.

But change could be a beautiful thing. This is what had woken him up now, what had broken his emotional block. He could keep himself calm, stable. He had no idea what was going on, but recently he had learned the world was a chaotic and more dangerous place than he had previously dreamed. In this world, after everyone panics, there’s always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe. And could Calliel do that right now?

He had seen a video from Crowley involving a very creative female juggler. He could juggle this problem. He was certain of it. He would keep everyone safe and sound. Ivy would survive, he would survive and the child would be happy, healthy and moral. Despite everything, Calliel was an optimist. He hoped that this would go well.

Calliel did forget that juggling balls (of all kinds) was an easier task than juggling chainsaws. Although of course when the juggler misses the first chainsaw it is only the start of his problems. Some more would be along very shortly.

He took a breath to calm his own nerves. "Ivy, I love you. Now PUSH!"

[Nationstatelandsville]

Then the EH group hit the door.

This is when something fun happened.

First of all, a hole smashed through the wall next to them as the ship started to break under pressure.

Then the ship shook and exploded out of Hell, hovering ominously over...Yep. London. Because I'm a prick.

An entire side wall was ripped open, enabling some of them to see the city underneath them. A shield flew out over the city like a dome, sealing it down from escape or teleportation.

Azazel and a few thousand demons inside the ship fell down toward London's ground, landing softly despite everything and despite the slowly breaking ship above them. Azazel sighed. "Crowley has been being an annoyance, hasn't he?" he chuckled. "No matter. The plan will work." Then he pulled a blue sapphire out of his pocket and planted it down into the ground.

Then the ground ripped in half and London was dragged into Hell.

In Dys, people suddenly noticed British architecture sitting right next to Hell's. The British would be quite surprised. Then the terror of thousands of demons attacking them and a war all around them would rapidly set in.

Azazel looked around the new city with a smile, walking slowly toward Buckingham Palace.

It was now 8:15 PM.

"So..." anti-Minh said, somewhat awkwardly, "We're all gonna' die. Who wants to fuck?"

[Rupudska]

Yuzuki rolled her eyes. "We're not gonna die, and maybe later, it took forever to get this samurai suit on. And forever is time I really don't have to spend screwing right now."

[Ende]

Calliel turned to Megan hopelessly. "I should go for the battle but..." he changed his mind very quickly and suddenly. A normal angel would take a long time to make such a choice. Calliel did not. "No. I shall stay." he declared, placing a hand on Ivy's stomach. "Now...push!" he yelled fiercely, shooting some magic through to try and make this quicker and faster.

He was worried. He was downright terrified of what might happen from this. But change was a good thing. Change was not what he had believed it originally to be, something to be avoided at all possible costs.

But change could be a beautiful thing. This is what had woken him up now, what had broken his emotional block. He could keep himself calm, stable. He had no idea what was going on, but recently he had learned the world was a chaotic and more dangerous place than he had previously dreamed. In this world, after everyone panics, there’s always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe. And could Calliel do that right now?

He had seen a video from Crowley involving a very creative female juggler. He could juggle this problem. He was certain of it. He would keep everyone safe and sound. Ivy would survive, he would survive and the child would be happy, healthy and moral. Despite everything, Calliel was an optimist. He hoped that this would go well.

Calliel did forget that juggling balls (of all kinds) was an easier task than juggling chainsaws. Although of course when the juggler misses the first chainsaw it is only the start of his problems. Some more would be along very shortly.

He took a breath to calm his own nerves. "Ivy, I love you. Now PUSH!"

"Wait!" she screamed shrilly, violently pushing him away, breathing heavily.

"No! Wait! Stop! You can't do that! You can't rush this! STOP!" she gasped, suddenly convulsing in pain, as he continued. She knew this was a bad idea. You couldn't rush things like this. Magic didn't belong in something like this. It would have been better to do it naturally and they had no idea how magic would affect this and Calliel was being stupid and reckless and this was a terrible idea and oh god it burned. It felt like Heaven. It shouldn't have felt like that.

She convulsed in pain for a few moments, her back burning, her nails digging red slits into her hands, and then it started to subside. She didn't want to push - no, she couldn't, this was a bad idea, they couldn't rush this, Calliel didn't know what he was doing, she didn't know what she was doing, it was all supposed to just happen naturally and it wasn't supposed to hurt this much (or maybe it was - this was her first time) and she didn't want to push, but she was terrified of what would happen if she didn't. Clenching her teeth, she tried to push.

"Calliel!" she screamed in pain, convulsing violently, "You shouldn't have - oh, god, it burns! It fucking - you shouldn't - why - " she gasped incoherently, closing her eyes. She continued to push, though, because, really, holding it in was a bad idea and it was happening and there was nothing she could do to stop it and, oh, god, nobody had told her it would hurt this much. Her worries about being surrounded by demons, being in the midst of Hell, Richard's game - they all vanished. They weren't important right now. They were the senseless concerns of an idiot girl - they didn't belong in this moment. She was exhausted - it felt like it had been days since she had slept, it very well could have, she was sore everywhere and exhausted and everything hurt and she wanted to curl up and die and -

"No." she thought suddenly, through the pain, almost out of nowhere. "I can handle this. I'm not a pathetic damsel in distress that needs to be saved every time something unpleasant comes my way. I've handled worse. I fucking died, for god's sake. I'm stronger than this. I...I'm fine. I can handle this and just stay calm and don't lose control and you're fine and it's all going to be okay." she thought to herself, reassuring herself and trying to remain calm. It was a brief moment of stability and she didn't really believe it - Megan was right, she couldn't do - no, that was a lie, she was wrong -

Ivy pushed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Jamie pouted at the wall, then rejoined the others.

"Toko, Alex, Christopher, Kathryn, and I will go through one door." She announced. "The rest of you go through the other. See you on the other side."

Toko glanced at the gaping hole in the side of the ship, showing the Dys-London mixture below them and the demons running around and slaughtering civilians. He sighed. "Very well then." he said, staying professional for now and keeping his emotions out of this. Besides, this was more or less commonplace in Nigeria.

Alex blew the door open and walked through, glancing around briefly. He opened a second door and then stared for a moment. "Tabarnak." he breathed out softly.

A demon (pretend it is one) hung in the air, suspended and held by wires. The six year old demon glanced with one eye toward the crowd, a nearly electronic voice echoing throughout the small chamber. "Please...make it stop..." he crackled out in a voice interrupted by occasional static.

Behind them, the doors locked.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Michael blasted into existence next to Yuzuki and anti-Minh's group. "So, that clearly did not work out." he deadpanned. "Now..." he gestured to the blue pulsing towers. "It is now 8:30. We have three and a half hours before this city entirely dies. Those towers keep growing despite our best efforts, and now more of them are. I suggest that a few of us try to go after Azazel, a few stay on the spaceship and find Crowley and the rest destroy the towers. Understood?"

[Rupudska]

Michael blasted into existence next to Yuzuki and anti-Minh's group. "So, that clearly did not work out." he deadpanned. "Now..." he gestured to the blue pulsing towers. "It is now 8:30. We have three and a half hours before this city entirely dies. Those towers keep growing despite our best efforts, and now more of them are. I suggest that a few of us try to go after Azazel, a few stay on the spaceship and find Crowley and the rest destroy the towers. Understood?"

Yuzuki raised her hand. "I volunteer to help shove things in Azazel until he stops moving, breathing, and doing other things generally associated with being alive."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

When Michael appeared next to the group and spoke, Ciel and Celes looked at each other, thoughtful, wondering what their next move would be, which group they should go with. Time was running out, that much was certain, and all of the choices were dangerous, but then, danger was ever-present, and more so now that they were fighting for the future of all of their world, fighting to prevent apocalypse.

So, after thinking for a while, they finally made a choice. The two looked at Michael and spoke.

"We will help bring down the towers." They said in unison. Because I wanted to use that cliche at some point.

Alastor, on the other hand, needed much less thought to make a decision.

"I will go take down Azazel. Never liked him, still do not." He stated.

[Nationstatelandsville]

When Michael appeared next to the group and spoke, Ciel and Celes looked at each other, thoughtful, wondering what their next move would be, which group they should go with. Time was running out, that much was certain, and all of the choices were dangerous, but then, danger was ever-present, and more so now that they were fighting for the future of all of their world, fighting to prevent apocalypse.

So, after thinking for a while, they finally made a choice. The two looked at Michael and spoke.

"We will help bring down the towers." They said in unison. Because I wanted to use that cliche at some point.

Alastor, on the other hand, needed much less thought to make a decision.

"I will go take down Azazel. Never liked him, still do not." He stated.

"I'll shoot things," anti-Minh volunteered.

He never specified.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

James hesitated.

I didn't.

Shoving my cowardly counterpart's mind aside, I raised the rifle and fired a single shot straight at the demon child's head. It was the only sane option - Too many times do people try and fail to save the being trapped as a living computer. More pain, more death, more suffering. While I would have enjoyed seeing the fools attempt and fail, my own safety and the mission at hand were more important.

The bullet tore into the child's head through the right eye, tumbling for a second within the skin before detonating. The explosion cut off any scream the child may have made from the pain of having a bullet rip into it, and the results bathed all of us in bright red blood.

It also caused the ship to go out of control, including falling towards the ground.

I booked it out of the room before anyone could react. It was hard to keep my balance as the gigantic craft fell apart around me, and I ended up losing my rifle, but eventually I made it to a new hole in the side of the ship, aimed directly at the Palace.

I took a second to survey the environment. You're crazy, Snow. James muttered, as I set myself and waited for the distance to close.

Says the one who was running around as a bitch. I snapped back, before leaping from the side of the ship.

The landing on Buckingham Palace's roof was a rough one, and my rolling to spread out the force nearly sent me over the edge, but I managed to catch myself and get back to my feet. I drew my revolver and headed for the throne room, knowing that Azazel would likely be heading there as well. Below were the sounds of gunfire from the Royal Guard, valiantly defending their monarch to the last. Oh, if only I could participate in that carnage...

But a mission is a mission.

[Constaniana]

Michael blasted into existence next to Yuzuki and anti-Minh's group. "So, that clearly did not work out." he deadpanned. "Now..." he gestured to the blue pulsing towers. "It is now 8:30. We have three and a half hours before this city entirely dies. Those towers keep growing despite our best efforts, and now more of them are. I suggest that a few of us try to go after Azazel, a few stay on the spaceship and find Crowley and the rest destroy the towers. Understood?"

"I guess I'll go help find Crowley," offered Eldliam, and Daniel nodded as well.

"Yeah, it'd be best to get the uber invincible wizard out since he tends to he good at this whole 'saving the world' deal," the shapeshifter commented.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Azazel walked through the mansion calmly and slowly, enjoyment vibrating off him. This was it, really. A chance to bring down a common symbol of humanity, or the closest one they had. They were really quite a divided species, really, despite their claims otherwise. They were much more divided than demons were, since most demons recognised him as a Sovereign.

This Royal Family held no power any longer, it appeared, and ruled only a small fraction of humanity. But they were known for a greater distance than that. He couldn't get them all, to his sorrow, a Prince Harry was on vacation in Mauritius engaging in activities that would make an succubus wince.

He looked in annoyance as some dandruff fell off his head. Fucking hell, you just could not get good shampoo in Hell. That was one of the great nusicances of this place, even if it were a minor one overall. Still though, when the demons ravaged Earth, he could get his hands on some of their shampoo too...After all, he would be the ultimate ruler.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

Azazel brandished his sword upwards, chuckling to himself.

Then two things would occur here. One was Snowflame bursting in and making a dynamic entry.

The second was Michael, Alastor and Yuzuki teleporting behind Azazel, the archangel looking visibly tired now. "Time's up, Azazel." he said, looking around.

Azazel chuckled. "No." he said quietly. "It has really only just begun."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Azazel walked through the mansion calmly and slowly, enjoyment vibrating off him. This was it, really. A chance to bring down a common symbol of humanity, or the closest one they had. They were really quite a divided species, really, despite their claims otherwise. They were much more divided than demons were, since most demons recognised him as a Sovereign.

This Royal Family held no power any longer, it appeared, and ruled only a small fraction of humanity. But they were known for a greater distance than that. He couldn't get them all, to his sorrow, a Prince Harry was on vacation in Mauritius engaging in activities that would make an succubus wince.

He looked in annoyance as some dandruff fell off his head. Fucking hell, you just could not get good shampoo in Hell. That was one of the great nusicances of this place, even if it were a minor one overall. Still though, when the demons ravaged Earth, he could get his hands on some of their shampoo too...After all, he would be the ultimate ruler.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

Azazel brandished his sword upwards, chuckling to himself.

Then two things would occur here. One was Snowflame bursting in and making a dynamic entry.

The second was Michael, Alastor and Yuzuki teleporting behind Azazel, the archangel looking visibly tired now. "Time's up, Azazel." he said, looking around.

Azazel chuckled. "No." he said quietly. "It has really only just begun."

Anti-Minh blinked.

"Well, fuck," he sighed.

He then started shooting the walls of the ship, because stupid.

---

Suddenly, the earth (well, hell) shook a bit.

"They do work," D's voice thundered, which is the only time it had ever thundered in several months of life. It wasn't natural, of course - his voice was magnified and broadcast for a very large range by a special voice-box inside the robot.

And what a robot it was. All based on Dai's designs, of course, but with a few improvements.

Namely, two large missiles strapped to the back that Azazel (or, rather, his ship) was already well acquainted with. A blinking gray box about six inches on each side had been added, each with a light that blinked red for a few seconds before the demon lord heard a soft click and the light turned a solid green.

"My regards to Democritus," D snarked, before firing his missiles - missiles locked in on Azazel's unique heat signature.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Azazel walked through the mansion calmly and slowly, enjoyment vibrating off him. This was it, really. A chance to bring down a common symbol of humanity, or the closest one they had. They were really quite a divided species, really, despite their claims otherwise. They were much more divided than demons were, since most demons recognised him as a Sovereign.

This Royal Family held no power any longer, it appeared, and ruled only a small fraction of humanity. But they were known for a greater distance than that. He couldn't get them all, to his sorrow, a Prince Harry was on vacation in Mauritius engaging in activities that would make an succubus wince.

He looked in annoyance as some dandruff fell off his head. Fucking hell, you just could not get good shampoo in Hell. That was one of the great nusicances of this place, even if it were a minor one overall. Still though, when the demons ravaged Earth, he could get his hands on some of their shampoo too...After all, he would be the ultimate ruler.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

Azazel brandished his sword upwards, chuckling to himself.

Then two things would occur here. One was Snowflame bursting in and making a dynamic entry.

The second was Michael, Alastor and Yuzuki teleporting behind Azazel, the archangel looking visibly tired now. "Time's up, Azazel." he said, looking around.

Azazel chuckled. "No." he said quietly. "It has really only just begun."

You know how in action movies, characters make flying leaps through glass and land on their feet perfectly fine all the time? Well, newsflash kids, Daniel Craig is a lying jackass.

What really happens is you get absolutely covered in shards of glass, if you even manage to break the glass on the first try, and since all of your force is directed forwards you end up doing frontflips whether you want to or not. Then, with pain and partial blindness from holy shit there is glass in your eyes, you have to figure out how many rotations you've made and how far you are from the floor, then struggle to direct your momentum in such a way that you land on your feet. Should you accomplish that feat of physics-rape, you'll find that you either landed with all the force downward and now have no legs, or are still moving forwards and now have to roll lest you faceplant and die in the most hilarious display of ineptitude ever.

It's also really, really hard to look like a badass, regardless of whether you are or not, when you're bleeding from everywhere at once and can barely see. What is most remarkable is the fact that I managed to draw my sword in one perfect arc. "You're not going anywhere, Azz-hat." I managed to spit out, despite not really being able to see him. I still managed to keep my stance relatively stable, and the sword remained firm in my hands despite the blood.

[Rupudska]

Yuzuki drew her katana, looking Azazel dead in the eyes. "In the name of what Heaven should be - and it should be an unending orgy of sex, sports cars, booze, books and violent anime - would you like your ass thickly sliced or thinly sliced?"

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Yuzuki drew her katana, looking Azazel dead in the eyes. "In the name of what Heaven should be - and it should be an unending orgy of sex, sports cars, booze, books and violent anime - would you like your ass thickly sliced or thinly sliced?"

"I agree with the Tanuki." James chimed in, before I shoved him back into the dark corner he should be staying in.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

When he was teleported to Azazel, Alastor instantly reverted to his armored form and held his sword at the ready. He didn't really say anything, whether to Azazel, to the Tanuki, or even to Jamie as she fell through the window. He simply stood there and charged a bolt, waiting for the fight that would inevitably break out. Probably, rather. Well, possibly. Knowing the world worked the way it did (And having no idea what said way was), he wasn't really sure.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Azazel started to laugh manically. "Oh, you poor, poor, poor stupid fools." he smiled. "I'm not who you think I am. No, this goes back far, far further than you'd believe."

Then Azazel grabbed his face and ripped it off.

Izanagi stood there now. And then he sang.

"Lololololo
lololo
lololol
Lalalalah!

Trololololo
lalala

Oh-hahaha-ho
Haha-hehe-ho
Hohoho-he-ho
Hahahaha-ho

Lolololololo
Lolololololo
Lolololololo
Lololo-LOL!"

Michael stared at him. "What the fuck." he said bluntly. "This is just...what the fuck?"

Azazel/Izanagi smiled. "Let's just say I was hiding in plain sight, so I was always aware of your plans. How do you think I got Rosalind and knew where she was? Or how I engineered the EVE incident, hmm? Or how I knew exactly how to get Loki into the school, though through Laz? It has been a very, very nice game, I have to admit. It almost made me give a shit."