Elfen High 2: Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

Unfortunately for Izanazazel, missiles don't give much of a shit who you are.

Nor does antimatter.

So it probably hurt when two missiles full of antihydrogen smashed into his chest.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

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."

I rolled my eyes. Rather painfully. Pretty sure I tore up the inside of at least one eyelid. "Yeah, whatever, totally shocking plot twist." I said in a tone that would kill any sort of humour. "Can we skip to the part where you die? Also, Michael, if you'd take your eyes off of Azazel's beautiful face, I could use some healing." I pointed at my tits. "And the return of my manhood."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"I THINK I AM IN LOVE," HAL laughed.

"...This is not possible," D said, "It's just... not."

"I HAVE AN A.I. BONER," HAL said.

"...Oh," D replied, "Uh, anyways, stay here and control the armor. I have some stuff I need to discuss with a certain janitor."

"SPOILER ALERT: HE'S THE BUNNY SEX-ED TEACHER," HAL snarked.

"I never should have installed that FWA chip in you," D sighed. He grabbed a stack of papers and his coffee, walking away from the robot's controls as he returned to where Richard had last been.

"Richard," he said as he rounded the corner, "we need to talk. I know you can hear me, wherever you are."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"...Well that was... Amusing." Alastor said, narrowing his eyes, quite obviously not amused, something within his mind turning off and making him apathetic to the whole deal, likely to protect his IQ or whatever.

Either way, what did happen was that he fired his bolt and charged another.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Michael put a hand on Jamie's boobs, changing him back into a guy now, surprisingly not squeezing them or any such (he was gay) and just stared at his "adversary".

Who had leaped away from the first anti-matter missile and was hit in the chest by the second one. He did not flinch or wince, as that would require shits to give.

No, instead he split off into three forms, Izanagi, Natsu and Kyoko, managing to dodge Alastor's arrow attack as well.

Plans to kill the Royal Family seemed forgotten in favour of Natsu's gleeful chant of "Why is the rum gone?"

Michael sat down for a bit. "This is my adversary? The one who killed and genocided millions? The one feeding on the despair and pain of my people?" He stared at the ground. "Worst. Fucking. Final. Boss. Ever."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Michael put a hand on Jamie's boobs, changing him back into a guy now, surprisingly not squeezing them or any such (he was gay) and just stared at his "adversary".

Who had leaped away from the first anti-matter missile and was hit in the chest by the second one. He did not flinch or wince, as that would require shits to give.

No, instead he split off into three forms, Izanagi, Natsu and Kyoko, managing to dodge Alastor's arrow attack as well.

Plans to kill the Royal Family seemed forgotten in favour of Natsu's gleeful chant of "Why is the rum gone?"

Michael sat down for a bit. "This is my adversary? The one who killed and genocided millions? The one feeding on the despair and pain of my people?" He stared at the ground. "Worst. Fucking. Final. Boss. Ever."

HAL (via the robot) looked around, giggled a bit, and then exploded.

Well, sort of. They were just rockets, based on the jetpack design.

With a mighty roar, rocket fire burst from the robot's feet and it hurtled into the air like a missile. It did a little turn and flew straight at Natsu, arms stretched out like a hug.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I THINK I AM IN LOVE," HAL laughed.

"...This is not possible," D said, "It's just... not."

"I HAVE AN A.I. BONER," HAL said.

"...Oh," D replied, "Uh, anyways, stay here and control the armor. I have some stuff I need to discuss with a certain janitor."

"SPOILER ALERT: HE'S THE BUNNY SEX-ED TEACHER," HAL snarked.

"I never should have installed that FWA chip in you," D sighed. He grabbed a stack of papers and his coffee, walking away from the robot's controls as he returned to where Richard had last been.

"Richard," he said as he rounded the corner, "we need to talk. I know you can hear me, wherever you are."

Richard, in the men's restroom, was cleaning up the rather dirty floor. He looked up at D and sighed. "Alright lad. What do you need from me?"

His asshole clenched in mild anticipation, sensing it would be ripped a new one.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"I THINK I AM IN LOVE," HAL laughed.

"...This is not possible," D said, "It's just... not."

"I HAVE AN A.I. BONER," HAL said.

"...Oh," D replied, "Uh, anyways, stay here and control the armor. I have some stuff I need to discuss with a certain janitor."

"SPOILER ALERT: HE'S THE BUNNY SEX-ED TEACHER," HAL snarked.

"I never should have installed that FWA chip in you," D sighed. He grabbed a stack of papers and his coffee, walking away from the robot's controls as he returned to where Richard had last been.

"Richard," he said as he rounded the corner, "we need to talk. I know you can hear me, wherever you are."

Richard, in the men's restroom, was cleaning up the rather dirty floor. He looked up at D and sighed. "Alright lad. What do you need from me?"

His asshole clenched in mild anticipation, sensing it would be ripped a new one.

D held up the papers to Richard's face.

In total, there were four separate packets - one labelled "Subject: Ri", another "Subject: Ca", the third "Subject: Th", and the final "Subject: Cr". Below them was a sequence of six symbols - "G", "A", "T", "C", "P", and "?".

"DNA - or whatever the hell it is - tests," he said, "I know. He should know, too. Now is your last chance before it's too late."

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

"Thank you."

I turned to Izanagi. "Alright, boy, enough games then." Without another word I drew my revolver and snapped off six shots. Quickly, without even checking to see if the shots hit, I loaded in six more.

Three, rather visibly, were painted black.

[Constaniana]

Meanwhile, unaware of the Indian unleashing insanity upon the rest of the EH crew, Eldliam and Daniel had begun walking through the spaceship looking for Crowley after the others had teleported away.

"You know, Eldliam does sound pretty dumbass, just saying," Daniel remarked as the two teenagers searched for Elfen High's Headmaster.

"Says the bloke who spent the last seven years of his life calling himself Dunefiend?..." Eldliam replied dryly, barging through a closet door to see if Crowley was being held in there. He wasn't. However, there was some watermelons lying there, which Daniel took and put in his pocket without hesitation before walking back into the hallway. Once he was back out there he stood still for a few moments, smelling the air before sprinting down the hallway suddenly. Kicking another door open, because spaceship doors suck, Daniel found the room where Crowley was. It wasn't hard, given the massive musk of centuries of accumulated sex, drugs and kittens that radiated from Crowley.

"Well, that was fun. Time to get out of here, I guess," Daniel said, cutting the ropes that were tying Crowley to a wooden chair. Seriously, whoever was in charge of making sure Crowley didn't escape deserved the Worst Employee of the Month award.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Michael put a hand on Jamie's boobs, changing him back into a guy now, surprisingly not squeezing them or any such (he was gay) and just stared at his "adversary".

Who had leaped away from the first anti-matter missile and was hit in the chest by the second one. He did not flinch or wince, as that would require shits to give.

No, instead he split off into three forms, Izanagi, Natsu and Kyoko, managing to dodge Alastor's arrow attack as well.

Plans to kill the Royal Family seemed forgotten in favour of Natsu's gleeful chant of "Why is the rum gone?"

Michael sat down for a bit. "This is my adversary? The one who killed and genocided millions? The one feeding on the despair and pain of my people?" He stared at the ground. "Worst. Fucking. Final. Boss. Ever."

Alastor hugged Michael.

"I know that feel, bro." He said, patting the archangel's back. "That bastard ruled my people, sacrificed millions of them, and then it turns out he's that stupid... Monkey man." He complained.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Hey, you know what else is hilarious?

The war happening about four feet away from all the hijinks.

"Fuck!" one member of the bear infantry cried as a demon tore his leg off with his bare hands.

The response? Another infantryman tore the demon's head off with his bear hands.

"Goddamn it," the first bear cried, grabbing his stump, "Kill me! oh, fuck, just end it!"

"No," the other infantryman said stubbornly, "we are bears. We do not give in. We rip off giving in's balls and smash them into its bitch face."

"I don't want to be a bear!" the first cried.

"Someone's got to," his comrade insisted. With a mighty growl, the second bear hefted the injured onto his shoulders, supporting him on his hind paws. He bolted across the battlefield, leaping over slobbering zombies and screaming demons, dodging bullets and swords, his mind clear and full of purpose.

As the Pani camps appeared on the horizon, the second bear allowed himself the beginnings of a smile. He'd saved an ally, a fellow bear. As far he was concerned, he was a hero.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop, and an explosive threw shrapnel into his right hip. He grunted and stumbled, but remained resolute. With a good deal of effort, he continued to limp towards the camp, heaving. Panting. Struggling.

But, no, he wouldn't give up. He was a bear. A soldier. His only job, only use, was to win. And, goddamn it, if he had to lose a leg or even die to do it, he'd lose two.

After a few moments, however, he tripped and slammed his face into the dirt. He looked up hopelessly. His limbs weren't just on fire, they had melted. He couldn't breath. His heart was beating faster than light. He was dead.

A soft light washed over him.

"My Patriarch," he murmured, "tell me... tell me we are victorious..."

He closed his eyes tight and waited for it to go black.

After five minutes, he opened them to find himself in the infirmary.

"Wizards," he spat.

"Play nice," demanded Forestburner, acting High General of the Fifth and Seventh Legions, "We've lost too many to die for a stupid bitch grunt to give it, too."

The infantryman snorted and turned away from Forestburner. The General sighed heavily and looked about. This battle hadn't gone as he would have liked at all. He collected himself and strolled out into the camps, where a group of fresh soldiers waited. They were, despite themselves, cowering.

"This won't do," Forestburner murmured to himself, "This won't do at all."

He sighed heavily and advanced to the front of the crowd, grabbing a rather large rock and slamming it into the ground. It cracked into four pieces and made a rather loud noise, getting the bears' attention.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" he snapped, "Have you lost your balls?! THIS IS WAR! You've lived your whole lives for this! Is it not what you wanted to be, hm? Too hard? Too scary?"

"Let us be, boss," one of the bolder soldiers requested.

Smack.

"This is bullshit!" he roared, "We're here to fight!"

"We can't win," another voice cried, "It's hopeless. We can't even kill them."

Forestburner grimaced thoughtfully.

"Maybe we can't," he replied, "Maybe we've lost. But we're not here to sit down and lose, are we? We're here to win. Even if it doesn't work, what other option is there? Running? You think you can run from them? You think you can surrender? They do not have a SINGLE fiber of mercy in their bodies! We either die fighting or die losing."

A murmur.

"I sent a letter to the Council," Forestburner lied, "I asked them for reinforcements last week. Do you know how they replied?

Dys is not a priority.

Dys is not a priority. Dys is not a priority. If Dys is not, what is? Dys is an unyielding foe. An indescribable evil. They will never, ever cease. They will never, ever stop. They will not rest until all of our world is theirs. Not until all of our world has been engulfed by hellfire. If we leave Dys today, Dys will find us. They will return when we are weakest, they will return when we expect it, and they will return to crush us. They will not flee. They know no weakness. No fear. No pity. I assure you, my brothers, if we leave today and live, we will not survive tomorrow. Nor will our children. We die today so that no one else has to tomorrow.

They also say, Leave Elfen High to burn. Shall we leave Elfen High to burn?"

Another murmur.

"My friends, many have died today," Forestburner continued, "We have lost three of our greatest heroes in this war. Our Lord Slotheater died in an attempt to end Dys. Shall we let Dys live and Slotheater fade?"

"No," was the halfhearted answer.

"My friends," Forestburner said, "Our first king Polarbeard - our founder, our hero, our greatest representative - died. For what?"

"Lewis Jameson," was the interested answer.

"And shall we let Jameson go unavenged and Polarbeard fade?" Forestburner demanded.

"No!" was the response.

"My friends!" Forestburner shouted, "Our new king Lewis Jameson - he who Polarbeard died for - is himself fallen! For what?!"

"Elfen High!"

"What?!"

"Elfen High!"

"WHAT?!"

"ELFEN HIGH?!"

"Shall we let Elfen High burn?! Shall we let Lewis Jameson fade?!"

"NO!"

"WHAT SHALL WE DO?!"

"WE SHALL FIGHT!"

"FOR?!"

"FOR ELFEN HIGH AND LEWIS JAMESON!"

"FOR ELFEN HIGH AND LEWIS JAMESON!"

"FOR ELFEN HIGH AND LEWIS JAMESON!"

"GO! FOR ELFEN HIGH AND LEWIS JAMESON!"

There was a roar and the bears charged. Forestburner smiled to himself.

"Don't fuck this up, Crowley," he laughed to himself.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Down below, next to one of the pulsing towers, two figures stood, wearing black, with blazing red hair fluttering in the infernal winds. They were holding hands and looking at each other as in the background chaos reigned.

"Ready for this?" Celes asked. After a moment's hesitation, Ciel nodded. Then Celes leaned in and kissed her.

"I don't want to regret not doing this if anything goes wrong." She said after having pulled away. "Now, let's go."

And then, they both began to sang. They sang the loudest notes they could manage, putting all of their effort in it. Around them, the earth began to rumble and rupture, and some of the weaker buildings began to fall apart. They used their power to direct all of this sound-powered destruction towards the towers around them, in hopes that they could bring them down.

[Rupudska]

Yuzuki decided now was time to Touhou the everloving shit out of the Izanagis. Nothing could last forever against an unending barrage of magic bullets, and that's what the Izanagis now found themselves facing. Yuzuki started shooting out thousands upon thousands of pinball-sized magic bullets towards the three, from an area of magic just in front of her.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Michael and Alastor hugged each other in a totally not gay way, weeping and touching each other's dicks in a comforting way, but they let go of each other when they saw something else.

The robot went through the Izanagis, and so did the blast.

This is because they weren't actually real, as it turned out. The Fae were just very good at illusions. The Izanagis disappeared.

Instead, they heard Azazel's laughter echoing through the hallway and the entire mansion. Michael, now more at full strength and relieved his enemy was not a former Elfen High consoler, hilarious though it would be, looked around cautiously. He's here somewhere, just...invisible. I can sense he's using a sound trick to deflect his position from us.

Then the Palace's wall behind them blew into a million pieces, revealing a horde of very angry demons charging toward them. And these were actually real ones.

It was now 9:00 PM.

[Nationstatelandsville]

The robot went through the Izanagis, and so did the blast.

This is because they weren't actually real, as it turned out. The Fae were just very good at illusions. The Izanagis disappeared.

Instead, they heard Azazel's laughter echoing through the hallway and the entire mansion. Michael, now more at full strength and relieved his enemy was not a former Elfen High consoler, hilarious though it would be, looked around cautiously. He's here somewhere, just...invisible. I can sense he's using a sound trick to deflect his position from us.

Then the Palace's wall behind them blew into a million pieces, revealing a horde of very angry demons charging toward them. And these were actually real ones.

It was now 9:00 PM.

"FUCK THIS," HAL growled.

You know what's cool about technology? Infrared vision. It's kind of hard to fool those - it takes a mastery of physics and spatial understanding, but, more importantly, it takes the power to fake a physical object.

It was time to see whether the Fae adhered to the law of conservation.

HAL activated his infrared vision and flew over the army, searching the castle for an Azazel-shaped body to snap in two.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

After... Well, after that, Alastor decided that he should probably go back to fighting, so that's what he did. He charged a powerful black bolt in his left armored hand and then fired it at one of the demons in the middle of the horde, except this time, after hitting its mark, the bolt would send more black lightning to those around, essentially creating a chain lightning effect. But with black magic instead of actual lightning.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Richard, in the men's restroom, was cleaning up the rather dirty floor. He looked up at D and sighed. "Alright lad. What do you need from me?"

His asshole clenched in mild anticipation, sensing it would be ripped a new one.

D held up the papers to Richard's face.

In total, there were four separate packets - one labelled "Subject: Ri", another "Subject: Ca", the third "Subject: Th", and the final "Subject: Cr". Below them was a sequence of six symbols - "G", "A", "T", "C", "P", and "?".

"DNA - or whatever the hell it is - tests," he said, "I know. He should know, too. Now is your last chance before it's too late."

Richard looked at the papers, taking it from D's grasp. "I see..." he noted. "You've been doing your research, it appears. But what makes you feel I should tell him? The past centuries have been fine as it is, D. Allow me the favour of being a guardian and a cleaner. That is what should be- is- my current goal." he told the nearly soulless human/Jameson hybrid.

Meanwhile, unaware of the Indian unleashing insanity upon the rest of the EH crew, Eldliam and Daniel had begun walking through the spaceship looking for Crowley after the others had teleported away.

"You know, Eldliam does sound pretty dumbass, just saying," Daniel remarked as the two teenagers searched for Elfen High's Headmaster.

"Says the bloke who spent the last seven years of his life calling himself Dunefiend?..." Eldliam replied dryly, barging through a closet door to see if Crowley was being held in there. He wasn't. However, there was some watermelons lying there, which Daniel took and put in his pocket without hesitation before walking back into the hallway. Once he was back out there he stood still for a few moments, smelling the air before sprinting down the hallway suddenly. Kicking another door open, because spaceship doors suck, Daniel found the room where Crowley was. It wasn't hard, given the massive musk of centuries of accumulated sex, drugs and kittens that radiated from Crowley.

"Well, that was fun. Time to get out of here, I guess," Daniel said, cutting the ropes that were tying Crowley to a wooden chair. Seriously, whoever was in charge of making sure Crowley didn't escape deserved the Worst Employee of the Month award.

Crowley was tied to a chair right now, but this did not seem to bother him. He nodded gratefully as he was cut from the chair, flexing his fingers as he got out. "It was nearly a relief to be in that thing." he admitted. "I finally got to sit down for a while. Nice work getting me out of there." his voice was a bit terse and frank, since he appeared to be focusing and concentrating. "Now, I'm holding this ship together right now through spit and prayers after the demon child Azazel had tied up was killed. Get ready for landing- it'll be a bumpy ride-"

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" a voice cried out over the ship's loudspeakers as the thing started to break apart even more, the floor underneath Crowley collapsing and the wizard responding by magnetising himself to the ceiling. Gunfire rang throughout the ship. "Today's entertainment is brought to you by Random Acts Of Violence!" Eleven demon soldiers charged into the room, yelling loudly and holding their guns- then Crowley glared at them, making their dicks explode. All four of their dicks for each one of them. Then he lifted them telepathically in the air and started to squeeze their hearts, popping those as well.

"I don't have the time for this shit." he growled. He turned to Ediliam and Daniel. "Go get the others before this ship completely blows. I'm going to do one quick teleport with us all in one place- Azazel must die."

"Some would share the same opinion of you, Crowley my boy!" the voice in the loudspeakers said.

"Listen. I do not know who you are, or what you want. But I will find you, and I will kill you." Crowley spoke, his eyes closed. One could see the wizard vibrating in near rage. "Now- you know what? Fuck this."

Then the ship exploded, Crowley using magic to pull the EHers toward him and start landing down toward the ground. He looked out at London Dys, his eyes wide open. "Azazel will die." he spoke softly as they hovered down toward the ground of the city, a fireball in one hand. He remembered when they had last levitated out of a breaking aircraft toward Hell...ah, Atlantis. What a fiasco. But Azazel, like Zacheriahl, would get what he deserved.

Crowley would make sure of it.

---

Random Acts Of Violence guy, as known as Greed in some circles, nodded in appreciation. "Well, some interesting things were learned today about Crowley...I suspect Azazel will have a hell of a time." Greed leaned back in his armchair a long, long distance from the violence. Why get involved in a lost fight? Besides, he had his own plans for much later.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

I turned to face the oncoming hordes, sheathing my sword and holstering my revolver. It took only a second to come up with an... Not exactly perfect, but still effective strategy. "Yuzuki, Iron Man Ripoff, stay in the back and use your vast arsenals to pound these bastards from long range. Alastor, you're with me, we'll be mixing it up old-school. Michael, while you're more than welcome to kill shit, you'd be most effective protecting the rest of us as well, particularly by shielding Alastor and I from accidental friendly fire."

I set myself, ready to charge. "Any objections?"

[Nationstatelandsville]

I turned to face the oncoming hordes, sheathing my sword and holstering my revolver. It took only a second to come up with an... Not exactly perfect, but still effective strategy. "Yuzuki, Iron Man Ripoff, stay in the back and use your vast arsenals to pound these bastards from long range. Alastor, you're with me, we'll be mixing it up old-school. Michael, while you're more than welcome to kill shit, you'd be most effective protecting the rest of us as well, particularly by shielding Alastor and I from accidental friendly fire."

I set myself, ready to charge. "Any objections?"

"UH, YES," HAL replied, "MY 'VAST ARSENALS' ARE PRETTY MUCH USED UP. DO YOU THINK I CAN JUST RANDOMLY SPAWN A GATLING GUN?"

Suddenly, his right hand fell off and a rather large Gatling gun sprouted from his wrist.

"OK, BAD EXAMPLE," he admitted.

D held up the papers to Richard's face.

In total, there were four separate packets - one labelled "Subject: Ri", another "Subject: Ca", the third "Subject: Th", and the final "Subject: Cr". Below them was a sequence of six symbols - "G", "A", "T", "C", "P", and "?".

"DNA - or whatever the hell it is - tests," he said, "I know. He should know, too. Now is your last chance before it's too late."

Richard looked at the papers, taking it from D's grasp. "I see..." he noted. "You've been doing your research, it appears. But what makes you feel I should tell him? The past centuries have been fine as it is, D. Allow me the favour of being a guardian and a cleaner. That is what should be- is- my current goal." he told the nearly soulless human/Jameson hybrid.

"You've always been a cleaner, haven't you?" D spat, somehow conveying the utmost of hatred yet retaining his cold monotone, "You've made quite a few messes in your life, but you've always been there to clean them up afterwards, so it's OK, isn't it? You can sleep soundly at night - if you even sleep - knowing you mopped up the stains, picked up the trash, and hid away the corpses, can't you? This is all just another mess. You'll clean it up when it's done and everyone will love you. Look at Richard. The benevolent, caring, helpful janitor. Never, ever done anything wrong.

This is all your fault. My father - a good man - is dead because of you and your fuck-ups. And now you're here to clean up the centuries-old mess, huh? Throw around a prophecy or two and it'll all be OK, yeah? No one can blame you. You cleaned it up.

Well, you can't now. I've been observing you, Richard. Your health is deteriorating. Your power is weakening. You're dying. You have... oh, about three hours now? Three hours to clean up, Richard. Three hours to be a man."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

HAL would see Azazel's body moving rapidly out of the palace, toward Elfen High. Semi-important thing to note, I suppose.

Michael shrugged toward Jamie. "Very well." he said, allowing things to change hands of command while he looked around the battlefield in a contemplative way. There were some doubts as to whether he was really thinking too much about this particular battle at all.

---

Richard raised an eyebrow. Oh, he had actually been shaken by what the boy knew. Both D knew he had been surprised and he himself knew he had been surprised. But he sighed. "What do you expect me to do, then?" he demanded. "What do you expect me to say? You said yourself that my power is weakening, you cannot expect me to fight."

[Nationstatelandsville]

HAL would see Azazel's body moving rapidly out of the palace, toward Elfen High. Semi-important thing to note, I suppose.

Michael shrugged toward Jamie. "Very well." he said, allowing things to change hands of command while he looked around the battlefield in a contemplative way. There were some doubts as to whether he was really thinking too much about this particular battle at all.

"SO, THE DEMON GUY WHO CLEARLY HAS THE SMALLEST DICK EVER IS RUNNING AWAY," HAL said, "SPECIFICALLY, TOWARDS ELFEN HIGH. THAT MAY BE IMPORTANT."

He flew towards Azazel, traveling at the speed of awesome.

Richard raised an eyebrow. Oh, he had actually been shaken by what the boy knew. Both D knew he had been surprised and he himself knew he had been surprised. But he sighed. "What do you expect me to do, then?" he demanded. "What do you expect me to say? You said yourself that my power is weakening, you cannot expect me to fight."

"I expect you to save his life," D replied, "Answer his questions. For centuries, for centuries, he's wondered. If you truly love him, you will tell him."

D frowned.

"No," he said, "I changed my mind. This... this is a war. He's not ready yet. He'd... make a mistake.

But leave a message for him. When the time comes, I'll give it to him."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm not actually going to describe the process of labour to you. Look, seriously speaking, I grew up in Indian slums, I have been shot a few times over, I have had a heart attack, I have watched best friends die before my eyes. A woman giving birth is the single most horrific thing I have ever seen in my life.

Calliel was incredibly terrified by this whole event, though the doctors and Megan seemed to have a grasp of the situation at hand. Of course, with the first angel baby in centuries and one that was being born after a good dosing of magic (which had previously been proven to not be overly healthy in early child development) led to complications. To deal with these, they had moved to Elfen High's infirmary bay, in an attempt to use the school's magic to help them. So like fighting fire with a thermonuclear warhead.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" one British doctor cried, trying to rip one of the internal organs off him*.

"Stick through it." another doctor snapped. He tried feverishly to remember the Hippocratic Oath now. "I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick." he recited mentally to himself, though Ivy's human-ness was arguable right now.

"We'll have the baby out soon, Mrs. Michaelson!" the doctor tried to say. "Don't worry, just keep pushing!"

Calliel, for his part, sat outside quietly and waited. He was not sure what to do now, but an Indian man had pulled him out of the room and gave him a cigar out of pity. It was a dark moment for the angel. Could he defend Ivy? Could he protect her?

This is when Azazel, Demon King, turned visible and smashed through the window, standing now just outside the infirmary bay and right next to a very surprised Calliel, who was nearly thrilled by the Demon King's appearance.**
*It had bitten him, you see.
**Azazel was less scary than childbirth.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm not actually going to describe the process of labour to you. Look, seriously speaking, I grew up in Indian slums, I have been shot a few times over, I have had a heart attack, I have watched best friends die before my eyes. A woman giving birth is the single most horrific thing I have ever seen in my life.

Calliel was incredibly terrified by this whole event, though the doctors and Megan seemed to have a grasp of the situation at hand. Of course, with the first angel baby in centuries and one that was being born after a good dosing of magic (which had previously been proven to not be overly healthy in early child development) led to complications. To deal with these, they had moved to Elfen High's infirmary bay, in an attempt to use the school's magic to help them. So like fighting fire with a thermonuclear warhead.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" one British doctor cried, trying to rip one of the internal organs off him*.

"Stick through it." another doctor snapped. He tried feverishly to remember the Hippocratic Oath now. "I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick." he recited mentally to himself, though Ivy's human-ness was arguable right now.

"We'll have the baby out soon, Mrs. Michaelson!" the doctor tried to say. "Don't worry, just keep pushing!"

Calliel, for his part, sat outside quietly and waited. He was not sure what to do now, but an Indian man had pulled him out of the room and gave him a cigar out of pity. It was a dark moment for the angel. Could he defend Ivy? Could he protect her?

This is when Azazel, Demon King, turned visible and smashed through the window, standing now just outside the infirmary bay and right next to a very surprised Calliel, who was nearly thrilled by the Demon King's appearance.**
*It had bitten him, you see.
**Azazel was less scary than childbirth.

"NOT AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!" Megan howled, opening fire on Azazel.

Behind the demon, a shadow flitted by. He suddenly felt another life form in the room, but in an instant, it was gone.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Alastor fired another black chainbolt at the oncoming enemy horde while listening to Jamie's plan. He didn't really see anything wrong with it, and the ace had already accepted the plan as good enough, so he decided to just roll with it.

"Alright. We will do that, then." He said with a shrug, and then leaped forward into the fray, slamming his sword into the first unfortunate opponent he could stab, pumping its body with black magic that then branched out and started affecting all enemies that were standing (Or whatever) nearby.