Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Alice climbed out of the bus, and sighed. "Hey, fuck you," she replied. "I've had a rough night. This is the least of my worries."

She wiped off her clothes, though she wasn't very thorough. "Now, where am I? Who are you?"

Lana looked up suddenly and pushed her hands to her sides angrily, looking up at the girl with an expression that plainly said 'fuck you' in return. "Oh you've had a rough night, excuse me." She rolled her eyes. "You tell me where I am, because I can't tell anymore."

"You're in an alternate dimension, one where the Fae were once powerful, before they were chased out by something or another. I'm your host for the evening, call me Mr. Gecko. I shall be your tour guide throughout this world as you give it a search - there may still be life here, though not as we know it, Jim. Also, do refrain from swearing. Any questions?" asked the lizard.

Lana looked up suddenly and pushed her hands to her sides angrily, looking up at the girl with an expression that plainly said 'fuck you' in return. "Oh you've had a rough night, excuse me." She rolled her eyes. "You tell me where I am, because I can't tell anymore."

Alice was a drunk pyrotechnic from a magic school in Ireland.

Promptly becoming enraged by this disrespect, she stomped over to Lana and slapped her across the face. "Listen here, fuck-face; I'm a prestigious member of Faerie University. Now you shut that cock hole and tell me where I am, or I'll boil the liquid in your eyes."

"And you swore more." Mr. Gecko sighed.

With a pop, a giant rhino appeared in front of them. But this rhino...well, it had a horn. But it resembled a vastly different and throbbing horn. It growled, turning to them and getting ready to charge. It was a literal fuck face.

"Words have a lot of power here." the lizard noted. "You should probably try to kill that."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Fucking shit." Crowley grunted. "Look, just get your mother in here." he barked over the communicators. "Something's going wrong, I don't have enough human blood for this. That's not what I expected, one and a half should be more than enough, but - look, just get her here. I need her here right now, I need someone I can somewhat trust."

His hair was falling out of his skull, his face ageing ever so slightly, his body growing thinner as magical discharge burned off calories. He was not in the best of shape. He took a breath, working on regrowing his formerly good eye.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"Fucking shit." Crowley grunted. "Look, just get your mother in here." he barked over the communicators. "Something's going wrong, I don't have enough human blood for this. That's not what I expected, one and a half should be more than enough, but - look, just get her here. I need her here right now, I need someone I can somewhat trust."

His hair was falling out of his skull, his face ageing ever so slightly, his body growing thinner as magical discharge burned off calories. He was not in the best of shape. He took a breath, working on regrowing his formerly good eye.

Through magic - or just D's volume being obnoxiously loud - Megan heard this.

"And you need me why?" she said, "I don't have time for your shit right now, Aleister! You always need someone else to bail your ass out! Fixban, Minh, Lewis, now me? Take of yourself! I can't build my life around you."

"Can I-" D said.

"No," Megan growled.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Fucking shit." Crowley grunted. "Look, just get your mother in here." he barked over the communicators. "Something's going wrong, I don't have enough human blood for this. That's not what I expected, one and a half should be more than enough, but - look, just get her here. I need her here right now, I need someone I can somewhat trust."

His hair was falling out of his skull, his face ageing ever so slightly, his body growing thinner as magical discharge burned off calories. He was not in the best of shape. He took a breath, working on regrowing his formerly good eye.

Through magic - or just D's volume being obnoxiously loud - Megan heard this.

"And you need me why?" she said, "I don't have time for your shit right now, Aleister! You always need someone else to bail your ass out! Fixban, Minh, Lewis, now me? Take of yourself! I can't build my life around you."

"Can I-" D said.

"No," Megan growled.

"It's Calliel and Aziraphale." Crowley said, coughing up a bit of blood. "Fine, whatever, I can't care less what you feel about me - but right now, if I die, they also die. And so does Richard, Calliel's son. Four in a row, excellent work."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Through magic - or just D's volume being obnoxiously loud - Megan heard this.

"And you need me why?" she said, "I don't have time for your shit right now, Aleister! You always need someone else to bail your ass out! Fixban, Minh, Lewis, now me? Take of yourself! I can't build my life around you."

"Can I-" D said.

"No," Megan growled.

"It's Calliel and Aziraphale." Crowley said, coughing up a bit of blood. "Fine, whatever, I can't care less what you feel about me - but right now, if I die, they also die. And so does Richard, Calliel's son. Four in a row, excellent work."

Megan growled.

"I am going to kill you, Aleister Crowley!" she howled.

---

A man in a purple suit, coupled with a purple vest and black suspenders, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired) motorbike.

A rock smacked into the side of his head.

An Irishwoman in a flurry of rage, coupled with a love quadrangle and a slight buzz, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired, if it had the balls) motorbike.

---

The wall next to Crowley exploded violently as an empty motorbike crashed through it, Megan following not long behind and chucking the helmet at Crowley's head.

"What?!" she snapped.

[Swith Witherward]

Fen listened to the others chat as she read over the pamphlet Hilde had presented to her. Her expression might have been a response to William's description of Montezuma's Revenge, but it was more likely that it was aimed towards the wording on the paper in her hands. The Polynesian set the pamphlet on the table and finished her beer. Fen realized she was too easy going to put much stock in what was supreme and what wasn't.

She pulled out of her musings in time to hear Hilde ask about guns, and Henry's response. Demons have trucks? Well, she supposed they'd need to get around somehow.

"Henry, would you have blades? I'm afraid I've never fired a gun in my life. Two knives would be good." She held out her hands to indicate a proper (and probably not legal in some countries) length. "And perhaps something to keep them in? A sheath?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"It's Calliel and Aziraphale." Crowley said, coughing up a bit of blood. "Fine, whatever, I can't care less what you feel about me - but right now, if I die, they also die. And so does Richard, Calliel's son. Four in a row, excellent work."

Megan growled.

"I am going to kill you, Aleister Crowley!" she howled.

---

A man in a purple suit, coupled with a purple vest and black suspenders, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired) motorbike.

A rock smacked into the side of his head.

An Irishwoman in a flurry of rage, coupled with a love quadrangle and a slight buzz, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired, if it had the balls) motorbike.

---

The wall next to Crowley exploded violently as an empty motorbike crashed through it, Megan following not long behind and chucking the helmet at Crowley's head.

"What?!" she snapped.

The helmet exploded from the energy surrounding Crowley, who now seemed to be glowing like a bloody Super Saiyan. "Grab my hand." Crowley barked. "Don't bullshit around the bush here - grab my hand or everyone here is going to-" Fire erupted from Calliel's mouth and shot into the air. "die. Now, here's what'll happen. I'm going to drain some blood from you through skin to skin contact. I'll also use some magical energy. Something else that will happen is that you may link mentally with the two angels, see into their heads, see what's there. I'll erect a barrier so they don't see into yours, and neither will I." He coughed. "Now, grab my hand. Hurry."

[Esternial]

Hilde, who had just finished her own mug, proceeded to grab the one which had been brought by by Henry, and take a deep sip from it, not even waiting for the foam to fizzle out. "Shouldn't we buy some guns before trying anything serious in Hell, hellspawn? While I am confident in our magical skills, it is always wise to pack some firepower with us, especially if we have to travel in the open." Hilde said, continuing to drink.

The demon nodded. "I've bought some guns, don't worry." he said. "It's in my truck. I parked it outside the train station." he explained. "I was prepared for any eventuality."

"I'm good..." Emilie said in response to the suggestion that she might need guns. Instead, she relied on her own sword and abilities as a trained ninja to protect herself.

"...for now." She wasn't too cocky to presume there was no possibility that she'd face unfavourable odds, so perhaps accepting a firearm wouldn't be such a bad idea. As good a last resort as any. Still, she decided to leave the guns to those that really needed them.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan growled.

"I am going to kill you, Aleister Crowley!" she howled.

---

A man in a purple suit, coupled with a purple vest and black suspenders, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired) motorbike.

A rock smacked into the side of his head.

An Irishwoman in a flurry of rage, coupled with a love quadrangle and a slight buzz, sped down the streets of Paisley on a (gravity-impaired, if it had the balls) motorbike.

---

The wall next to Crowley exploded violently as an empty motorbike crashed through it, Megan following not long behind and chucking the helmet at Crowley's head.

"What?!" she snapped.

The helmet exploded from the energy surrounding Crowley, who now seemed to be glowing like a bloody Super Saiyan. "Grab my hand." Crowley barked. "Don't bullshit around the bush here - grab my hand or everyone here is going to-" Fire erupted from Calliel's mouth and shot into the air. "die. Now, here's what'll happen. I'm going to drain some blood from you through skin to skin contact. I'll also use some magical energy. Something else that will happen is that you may link mentally with the two angels, see into their heads, see what's there. I'll erect a barrier so they don't see into yours, and neither will I." He coughed. "Now, grab my hand. Hurry."

Megan glared.

"This better be worth it, Aleister," she said, "because if I die, I am going to make Death my bitch and haunt your ass."

She took his hand.

[Individuality-ness]

"Mexican water? Why would that cause you to surrender or whatnot?"

Note to self: do not visit Mexico, ever.

Where is Mexico anyways?

This is what happens when you're terrible at geography in general.

"Because it makes tu neccesitas ir al baño a whole bloody lot, and I'd be more worried about not dying than winning a bet. If you're ever in Mexico, don't drink the water. Not one drop. Just bring it in in bottles from the US or whatever country you left from to visit México," Sir Nilark explained.

"Good to know." Divia took the drink that Henry gave her and sipped, listening to everyone else talk.

(This is not because I haven't really read the preceding conversation, nope.)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The helmet exploded from the energy surrounding Crowley, who now seemed to be glowing like a bloody Super Saiyan. "Grab my hand." Crowley barked. "Don't bullshit around the bush here - grab my hand or everyone here is going to-" Fire erupted from Calliel's mouth and shot into the air. "die. Now, here's what'll happen. I'm going to drain some blood from you through skin to skin contact. I'll also use some magical energy. Something else that will happen is that you may link mentally with the two angels, see into their heads, see what's there. I'll erect a barrier so they don't see into yours, and neither will I." He coughed. "Now, grab my hand. Hurry."

Megan glared.

"This better be worth it, Aleister," she said, "because if I die, I am going to make Death my bitch and haunt your ass."

She took his hand.

Crowley glanced back at her, gave a shrug - and then bright green light exploded out of his body, colouring the entire room in a painful green tinge that hurt to look at. "Brace yourself. This will get interesting..." murmured Crowley.

If Megan were now to look down at her arm, she'd notice that grey steel wires were now creeping up it, emerging from Crowley's own hand, which was thick, shiny and silver-covered. If she tried to rip her hand off his grip, she'd just break the bones in her arm. "Stay steady." Crowley ordered her, as she felt her arm start to go numb.

Crowley took a few breaths. "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out." he ordered. "Focus on a memory, a happy memory, something. Just try to imagine that. Imagine that, put yourself there, I swear to you that I will not look."

---

The scene before Megan would fade as she was led to the appropriate memory. Nat, describe this memory.

And it is my turn to be a sadist.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan glared.

"This better be worth it, Aleister," she said, "because if I die, I am going to make Death my bitch and haunt your ass."

She took his hand.

Crowley glanced back at her, gave a shrug - and then bright green light exploded out of his body, colouring the entire room in a painful green tinge that hurt to look at. "Brace yourself. This will get interesting..." murmured Crowley.

If Megan were now to look down at her arm, she'd notice that grey steel wires were now creeping up it, emerging from Crowley's own hand, which was thick, shiny and silver-covered. If she tried to rip her hand off his grip, she'd just break the bones in her arm. "Stay steady." Crowley ordered her, as she felt her arm start to go numb.

Crowley took a few breaths. "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out." he ordered. "Focus on a memory, a happy memory, something. Just try to imagine that. Imagine that, put yourself there, I swear to you that I will not look."

---

The scene before Megan would fade as she was led to the appropriate memory. Nat, describe this memory.

And it is my turn to be a sadist.

A little girl, no older than twelve, sat on a hill overlooking a farm in Ireland, on a rare sunny day. She was not your average Irish girl - her skin was brown as potato skin, her eyes dark as the night, and her hair black as pitch, curls tumbling down to her shoulders.

She looked up at the sun and scowled something terrible.

"I only need one arm to rip your testicles off, Crowley," said young Megan.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley glanced back at her, gave a shrug - and then bright green light exploded out of his body, colouring the entire room in a painful green tinge that hurt to look at. "Brace yourself. This will get interesting..." murmured Crowley.

If Megan were now to look down at her arm, she'd notice that grey steel wires were now creeping up it, emerging from Crowley's own hand, which was thick, shiny and silver-covered. If she tried to rip her hand off his grip, she'd just break the bones in her arm. "Stay steady." Crowley ordered her, as she felt her arm start to go numb.

Crowley took a few breaths. "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out." he ordered. "Focus on a memory, a happy memory, something. Just try to imagine that. Imagine that, put yourself there, I swear to you that I will not look."

---

The scene before Megan would fade as she was led to the appropriate memory. Nat, describe this memory.

And it is my turn to be a sadist.

A little girl, no older than twelve, sat on a hill overlooking a farm in Ireland, on a rare sunny day. She was not your average Irish girl - her skin was brown as potato skin, her eyes dark as the night, and her hair black as pitch, curls tumbling down to her shoulders.

She looked up at the sun and scowled something terrible.

"I only need one arm to rip your testicles off, Crowley," said young Megan.

This is, of course, when she noticed that there were still wires creeping up her arm, tying themselves around it and fusing together. Her hand became solid, cold metallic silver and steel, shaking uncontrollably.

"Just focus," she was vaguely aware of Crowley's voice saying from somewhere. "It's in your head, it's all in your head. It's your head, your world, just try to recollect every last detail of that memory. Don't slip, don't try to think forward - just try and put yourself in that moment and-"

"Hello." said a tall, black man, interrupting Crowley's voice, which had grown increasingly muffled and no longer audible. He sat down next to young Megan. "I am very glad to see you today, young Megan." he gave a cheerful smile as the silver wire dug further into her veins, now creeping up to her shoulder.

[Nationstatelandsville]

A little girl, no older than twelve, sat on a hill overlooking a farm in Ireland, on a rare sunny day. She was not your average Irish girl - her skin was brown as potato skin, her eyes dark as the night, and her hair black as pitch, curls tumbling down to her shoulders.

She looked up at the sun and scowled something terrible.

"I only need one arm to rip your testicles off, Crowley," said young Megan.

This is, of course, when she noticed that there were still wires creeping up her arm, tying themselves around it and fusing together. Her hand became solid, cold metallic silver and steel, shaking uncontrollably.

"Just focus," she was vaguely aware of Crowley's voice saying from somewhere. "It's in your head, it's all in your head. It's your head, your world, just try to recollect every last detail of that memory. Don't slip, don't try to think forward - just try and put yourself in that moment and-"

"Hello." said a tall, black man, interrupting Crowley's voice, which had grown increasingly muffled and no longer audible. He sat down next to young Megan. "I am very glad to see you today, young Megan." he gave a cheerful smile as the silver wire dug further into her veins, now creeping up to her shoulder.

"You're a creepy motherfucker, mister," young Megan replied, almost happily.

Kids. What are you going to do with them?

"Now," she said, jumping to her feet, "why are you on Daddo's farm? Are you the new hand? 'Cause you look like too much of an English puss to work for a livin'."

She smiled a toothy grin, which was lacking in several teeth.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

This is, of course, when she noticed that there were still wires creeping up her arm, tying themselves around it and fusing together. Her hand became solid, cold metallic silver and steel, shaking uncontrollably.

"Just focus," she was vaguely aware of Crowley's voice saying from somewhere. "It's in your head, it's all in your head. It's your head, your world, just try to recollect every last detail of that memory. Don't slip, don't try to think forward - just try and put yourself in that moment and-"

"Hello." said a tall, black man, interrupting Crowley's voice, which had grown increasingly muffled and no longer audible. He sat down next to young Megan. "I am very glad to see you today, young Megan." he gave a cheerful smile as the silver wire dug further into her veins, now creeping up to her shoulder.

"You're a creepy motherfucker, mister," young Megan replied, almost happily.

Kids. What are you going to do with them?

"Now," she said, jumping to her feet, "why are you on Daddo's farm? Are you the new hand? 'Cause you look like too much of an English puss to work for a livin'."

She smiled a toothy grin, which was lacking in several teeth.

"No, you are correct. I am not the new hand. I'm a man of God, actually." he explained. "It does appear that you have something on your arm..."

The metal was beginning to heat up and turn red hot-

---

Megan would briefly snap back into the real world, where Crowley had his own hand on her arm, sending flame into it, his head now nearly bald. He gave a grunt as an inferno raged around them in the real world -

---

Back to the memory. The metal cooled down again, beginning to expand and grow. The black man sat down on a bench that had just appeared. This was a dream, after all. Lots of things could happen. "Please, do have a seat. I need to talk to you." he invited.

---

Megan was back in the real world, where the entire lab seemed like it was on fire, and she was still clamped to Aleister Crowley, who was currently poking Aziraphale's head with his scalpel. "What's going in your head?" he demanded. "What is happening there? Let me explain the current situation - you're going to exist now in two worlds, the world of the dream and the world of reality. On occasion, you'll black out in either one, and your other self will recieve the update, so to speak. So right now, a very confused Irish girl in your dream world just saw a British asshole send fire into her arm, while you just received the update of the dreamworld. Understand at all?"

He paused. "Let me explain. Two yous existing at once - and on occasion, you will update one another with what is happening over there. Then you need to update me, verbally."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan was back in the real world, where the entire lab seemed like it was on fire, and she was still clamped to Aleister Crowley, who was currently poking Aziraphale's head with his scalpel. "What's going in your head?" he demanded. "What is happening there? Let me explain the current situation - you're going to exist now in two worlds, the world of the dream and the world of reality. On occasion, you'll black out in either one, and your other self will recieve the update, so to speak. So right now, a very confused Irish girl in your dream world just saw a British asshole send fire into her arm, while you just received the update of the dreamworld. Understand at all?"

He paused. "Let me explain. Two yous existing at once - and on occasion, you will update one another with what is happening over there. Then you need to update me, verbally."

"HOW ABOUT I UPDATE YOU BY STABBING YOU IN THE COCK WITH A LETTER OPENER?!" Megan howled, "WE CAN DO IT IN FUCKING MORSE CODE!"

She struggled to break Crowley's grip and, from there, break Crowley's nose, but found herself rather incapable.

"Black-Guy-Who-Is-Clearly-Uriel is trying to fuck me on a bench or some shit, while spouting some Jehovah's Witness bullshit," she growled between grit teeth, "Are you letting a dream pedophile in my head, Crowley?"

Back to the memory. The metal cooled down again, beginning to expand and grow. The black man sat down on a bench that had just appeared. This was a dream, after all. Lots of things could happen. "Please, do have a seat. I need to talk to you." he invited.

Young Megan stared at the black man with wild eyes.

"No!" she shouted, "No! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

Like any child who had just received third degree burns from an evangelical home invader, she broke into tears and ran back towards the farm, where her grandfather would be waiting.

With a blunderbuss. He was a farmer.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Because it makes tu neccesitas ir al baño a whole bloody lot, and I'd be more worried about not dying than winning a bet. If you're ever in Mexico, don't drink the water. Not one drop. Just bring it in in bottles from the US or whatever country you left from to visit México," Sir Nilark explained.

"Good to know." Divia took the drink that Henry gave her and sipped, listening to everyone else talk.

(This is not because I haven't really read the preceding conversation, nope.)

Henry stood up. "Alright then. Let's head out to my truck."

And they left the pub, went back up the stairs and sat down in Henry's truck, which was designed in the British fashion, as Heavensgate drove on the left. It was a large truck, with space to fit each of them, and all the weaponry in the back (he allowed them to check to make sure everything fit their expectations, which it would).

He started up the truck and they started to drive out of the city. "Any questions about Hell as we go along?" Henry asked. For music, he turned on the radio, and got "Don't Fear the Reaper".

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Megan was back in the real world, where the entire lab seemed like it was on fire, and she was still clamped to Aleister Crowley, who was currently poking Aziraphale's head with his scalpel. "What's going in your head?" he demanded. "What is happening there? Let me explain the current situation - you're going to exist now in two worlds, the world of the dream and the world of reality. On occasion, you'll black out in either one, and your other self will recieve the update, so to speak. So right now, a very confused Irish girl in your dream world just saw a British asshole send fire into her arm, while you just received the update of the dreamworld. Understand at all?"

He paused. "Let me explain. Two yous existing at once - and on occasion, you will update one another with what is happening over there. Then you need to update me, verbally."

"HOW ABOUT I UPDATE YOU BY STABBING YOU IN THE COCK WITH A LETTER OPENER?!" Megan howled, "WE CAN DO IT IN FUCKING MORSE CODE!"

She struggled to break Crowley's grip and, from there, break Crowley's nose, but found herself rather incapable.

"Black-Guy-Who-Is-Clearly-Uriel is trying to fuck me on a bench or some shit, while spouting some Jehovah's Witness bullshit," she growled between grit teeth, "Are you letting a dream pedophile in my head, Crowley?"

Back to the memory. The metal cooled down again, beginning to expand and grow. The black man sat down on a bench that had just appeared. This was a dream, after all. Lots of things could happen. "Please, do have a seat. I need to talk to you." he invited.

Young Megan stared at the black man with wild eyes.

"No!" she shouted, "No! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

Like any child who had just received third degree burns from an evangelical home invader, she broke into tears and ran back towards the farm, where her grandfather would be waiting.

With a blunderbuss. He was a farmer.

Crowley glanced at Megan. "Look, I can understand if you're upset, but you need to stay calm, alright? Panicking will not help anyone. I had a speculation that Uriel may end up there, and obviously the worst came to pass. When you entered the dream state, did you say or do anything that would alert him? Did you mention my name at all?"

---

Uriel began to slowly follow after Megan - but then stopped outside the farm's fence, and merely waited.

Megan's arm would hurt. It was now a severe, tear causing pain, the feeling that something was being very tightly held and squeezed. It started heating again as well.

[Individuality-ness]

"Good to know." Divia took the drink that Henry gave her and sipped, listening to everyone else talk.

(This is not because I haven't really read the preceding conversation, nope.)

Henry stood up. "Alright then. Let's head out to my truck."

And they left the pub, went back up the stairs and sat down in Henry's truck, which was designed in the British fashion, as Heavensgate drove on the left. It was a large truck, with space to fit each of them, and all the weaponry in the back (he allowed them to check to make sure everything fit their expectations, which it would).

He started up the truck and they started to drive out of the city. "Any questions about Hell as we go along?" Henry asked. For music, he turned on the radio, and got "Don't Fear the Reaper".

"Don't Fear the Reaper"? Really?

But back to the plot.

"Where exactly in Hell are we heading to? I'm aware that some places in Hell are... less God-fearing... than others." Divia looked outside of Heavensgate, eyes wide open, ready to hide if she saw anyone that she knew. Or just angels in general.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Henry stood up. "Alright then. Let's head out to my truck."

And they left the pub, went back up the stairs and sat down in Henry's truck, which was designed in the British fashion, as Heavensgate drove on the left. It was a large truck, with space to fit each of them, and all the weaponry in the back (he allowed them to check to make sure everything fit their expectations, which it would).

He started up the truck and they started to drive out of the city. "Any questions about Hell as we go along?" Henry asked. For music, he turned on the radio, and got "Don't Fear the Reaper".

"Don't Fear the Reaper"? Really?

But back to the plot.

"Where exactly in Hell are we heading to? I'm aware that some places in Hell are... less God-fearing... than others." Divia looked outside of Heavensgate, eyes wide open, ready to hide if she saw anyone that she knew. Or just angels in general.

As they were driving and Henry was about to answer, they were stopped. Two physically perfect, but conservatively dressed, female angels (both black) stopped Henry's truck. "Do you have a license for that?" one melodiously demanded. It was simple to tell why Divia would be envious of them and try to be like them...but they were off, in a way. They were too methodical in their movements. And didn't blink. Though Henry looked monstrous, he acted much more normal than the angels did.

"Yes, as a matter of fact-" they opened the truck door and pulled the demon out. "Unauthorised driving? We would never allow a demon a permit." Not malice in the voice. Just frank fact. "We'll take you to a holding facility now."

"With all due respect, I really must be going, and you can't be wasting my time-" Henry explained, but then one of the angels threw a punch at him to knock him out and speed along justice.

Henry intercepted the punch and held it there. "I need to go." he said in plain Latin. "Allow me that privilege."

A perfectly formed but sceptical eyebrow rose. "Really now? Can we have a testimony from a citizen of Heavensgate?"

Henry turned to Divia expectantly.

[Individuality-ness]

"Don't Fear the Reaper"? Really?

But back to the plot.

"Where exactly in Hell are we heading to? I'm aware that some places in Hell are... less God-fearing... than others." Divia looked outside of Heavensgate, eyes wide open, ready to hide if she saw anyone that she knew. Or just angels in general.

As they were driving and Henry was about to answer, they were stopped. Two physically perfect, but conservatively dressed, female angels (both black) stopped Henry's truck. "Do you have a license for that?" one melodiously demanded. It was simple to tell why Divia would be envious of them and try to be like them...but they were off, in a way. They were too methodical in their movements. And didn't blink. Though Henry looked monstrous, he acted much more normal than the angels did.

"Yes, as a matter of fact-" they opened the truck door and pulled the demon out. "Unauthorised driving? We would never allow a demon a permit." Not malice in the voice. Just frank fact. "We'll take you to a holding facility now."

"With all due respect, I really must be going, and you can't be wasting my time-" Henry explained, but then one of the angels threw a punch at him to knock him out and speed along justice.

Henry intercepted the punch and held it there. "I need to go." he said in plain Latin. "Allow me that privilege."

A perfectly formed but sceptical eyebrow rose. "Really now? Can we have a testimony from a citizen of Heavensgate?"

Henry turned to Divia expectantly.

Divia froze.

If Divia spoke on behalf of Henry, these angels would probably go back and tell everyone in the angel sector on how the daughter of the Patils was running around with demons and hellspawn. Her father would be very disappointed in her, and it would serve as further "evidence" that to be born from a demon is to be one. It would "prove" that you can't beat the demon out of a demon-spawn, and it would further alienate her from everyone else in Heavensgate.

But if she didn't, then the cities would keep disappearing. And everyone in Elfen High would probably hate her, possibly even more than the angels in Heavensgate (if there was such a thing).

And then there was the Fae. Which sounded bad. Really, really, really bad.

"Sum civis." She pointed at Henry. "Est amicus. Debete relinquerenos."

[Vesperis]

Lana looked up suddenly and pushed her hands to her sides angrily, looking up at the girl with an expression that plainly said 'fuck you' in return. "Oh you've had a rough night, excuse me." She rolled her eyes. "You tell me where I am, because I can't tell anymore."

"You're in an alternate dimension, one where the Fae were once powerful, before they were chased out by something or another. I'm your host for the evening, call me Mr. Gecko. I shall be your tour guide throughout this world as you give it a search - there may still be life here, though not as we know it, Jim. Also, do refrain from swearing. Any questions?" asked the lizard.

Alice was a drunk pyrotechnic from a magic school in Ireland.

Promptly becoming enraged by this disrespect, she stomped over to Lana and slapped her across the face. "Listen here, fuck-face; I'm a prestigious member of Faerie University. Now you shut that cock hole and tell me where I am, or I'll boil the liquid in your eyes."

"And you swore more." Mr. Gecko sighed.

With a pop, a giant rhino appeared in front of them. But this rhino...well, it had a horn. But it resembled a vastly different and throbbing horn. It growled, turning to them and getting ready to charge. It was a literal fuck face.

"Words have a lot of power here." the lizard noted. "You should probably try to kill that."

Lana, not expecting the sudden smack, faced it full on. The last time she had been smacked was well over a decade before. She still remembered the sting, and the infuriating rage that followed it. But this time it was just pain. Damn, that lady could slap a bitch. Lana made a noise close to squeaking and a drawn out 'ow' When she looked back up, there was, of course, a rhino. Her eyes widened, there was no way in hell she could fight anything like that off.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

As they were driving and Henry was about to answer, they were stopped. Two physically perfect, but conservatively dressed, female angels (both black) stopped Henry's truck. "Do you have a license for that?" one melodiously demanded. It was simple to tell why Divia would be envious of them and try to be like them...but they were off, in a way. They were too methodical in their movements. And didn't blink. Though Henry looked monstrous, he acted much more normal than the angels did.

"Yes, as a matter of fact-" they opened the truck door and pulled the demon out. "Unauthorised driving? We would never allow a demon a permit." Not malice in the voice. Just frank fact. "We'll take you to a holding facility now."

"With all due respect, I really must be going, and you can't be wasting my time-" Henry explained, but then one of the angels threw a punch at him to knock him out and speed along justice.

Henry intercepted the punch and held it there. "I need to go." he said in plain Latin. "Allow me that privilege."

A perfectly formed but sceptical eyebrow rose. "Really now? Can we have a testimony from a citizen of Heavensgate?"

Henry turned to Divia expectantly.

Divia froze.

If Divia spoke on behalf of Henry, these angels would probably go back and tell everyone in the angel sector on how the daughter of the Patils was running around with demons and hellspawn. Her father would be very disappointed in her, and it would serve as further "evidence" that to be born from a demon is to be one. It would "prove" that you can't beat the demon out of a demon-spawn, and it would further alienate her from everyone else in Heavensgate.

But if she didn't, then the cities would keep disappearing. And everyone in Elfen High would probably hate her, possibly even more than the angels in Heavensgate (if there was such a thing).

And then there was the Fae. Which sounded bad. Really, really, really bad.

"Sum civis." She pointed at Henry. "Est amicus. Debete relinquerenos."

The angels stared at her for a moment, expressionless. Then they gave a shrug in unison. "Very well." one of them said, nodding curtly to Henry. "You may leave."

The demon hopped back into his truck, proceeding to drive off immediately from the two dark-skinned angels, who watch them go with disinterested eyes.

"Nice save." the demon told Divia. "Could have been very annoying to fight our way out of that."

[Individuality-ness]

Divia froze.

If Divia spoke on behalf of Henry, these angels would probably go back and tell everyone in the angel sector on how the daughter of the Patils was running around with demons and hellspawn. Her father would be very disappointed in her, and it would serve as further "evidence" that to be born from a demon is to be one. It would "prove" that you can't beat the demon out of a demon-spawn, and it would further alienate her from everyone else in Heavensgate.

But if she didn't, then the cities would keep disappearing. And everyone in Elfen High would probably hate her, possibly even more than the angels in Heavensgate (if there was such a thing).

And then there was the Fae. Which sounded bad. Really, really, really bad.

"Sum civis." She pointed at Henry. "Est amicus. Debete relinquerenos."

The angels stared at her for a moment, expressionless. Then they gave a shrug in unison. "Very well." one of them said, nodding curtly to Henry. "You may leave."

The demon hopped back into his truck, proceeding to drive off immediately from the two dark-skinned angels, who watch them go with disinterested eyes.

"Nice save." the demon told Divia. "Could have been very annoying to fight our way out of that."

"Yes." This was true; had she said "non", it would not have ended well.

Divia looked away, choosing to not think of what people are going to think about this incident in the angel sector of Heavensgate. "Now where are we going in Hell?"

[Agritum]

Meanwhile, Hilde had been passing the whole journey in the backseat of the truck, reeting her head over William's shoulder. More than sleepy, she was simply bored out of her mind, to the point that even the dangerous, bump-filled ride in the dteppes of hell didn't have much of an effect on her.

"William, do you do this all day long, at the school?" Hilde asked, visibly bored.