Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nude East Ireland]

"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.


"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.

Alice sighed. "You're useless," she mumbled, stepping in-between Lana and the fuck-face rhino.

Quickly, she amassed two great balls of fire, and blasted them both at the fuck-face rhino.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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?"

"A few deserted areas in Gondar." Henry explained. "Gondar is a province of Hell, one where an ancient Ethiopian colony had settled down in their second lives - there was even a brief human warlord there. But Azazel reclaimed the province for his empire three centuries ago, though he was never able to fully halt the Ethiopian influences. Ethiopia, as you may know, is the oldest Christian nation of Earth and those influences quite helped shape the culture and beliefs of Gondar. After the War ten years ago, Gondar seceded from Azazel's empire and became independent - but now some towns in the rural areas are rapidly losing their inhabitants, which is not good at all, and is alarming some demons in Heavensgate as well."

This may have stirred some memories in Divia - the angels were concerned and upset about the demon immigrants from Gondar trying to enter Heavensgate, which neighboured that province. The Gondarian demons often did odd jobs and lived in the slums, but many of them were indeed Christian, even if they followed an odd sort of Christianity. Her own father may have been from this region, even.

[Individuality-ness]

"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?"

"A few deserted areas in Gondar." Henry explained. "Gondar is a province of Hell, one where an ancient Ethiopian colony had settled down in their second lives - there was even a brief human warlord there. But Azazel reclaimed the province for his empire three centuries ago, though he was never able to fully halt the Ethiopian influences. Ethiopia, as you may know, is the oldest Christian nation of Earth and those influences quite helped shape the culture and beliefs of Gondar. After the War ten years ago, Gondar seceded from Azazel's empire and became independent - but now some towns in the rural areas are rapidly losing their inhabitants, which is not good at all, and is alarming some demons in Heavensgate as well."

This may have stirred some memories in Divia - the angels were concerned and upset about the demon immigrants from Gondar trying to enter Heavensgate, which neighboured that province. The Gondarian demons often did odd jobs and lived in the slums, but many of them were indeed Christian, even if they followed an odd sort of Christianity. Her own father may have been from this region, even.

"Oh, is that were the huge immigration debate here is coming from? Why are the towns in Gondar losing their residents though? That sounds rather unusual." She had remembered people here talking about the rise of demon immigration; while they were Christian, the angels there were not pleased, simply because the immigrants were demons and whatnot.

There was probably a holding pen somewhere full of immigrants from Gondar, akin to the camps set up by Australia in the real world in order to keep them in immigration limbo while the government was trying to find a way to not allow them into the country.

"Does this happen to be related to the Fae, by any chance?"

[Swith Witherward]

Fen watched the angels grow smaller as Henry drove the truck away. She was - impressed really wasn't the word she was looking for, but she felt that, none the less.

She sat back and fiddled with two blades she'd found in the collection and kept an ear on Divia and Henry's conversation, but also on Hilde and William. What did he do at the school all day long? What did anyone do there?

Divia's question drew her full attention a moment later and she turned to listen.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"A few deserted areas in Gondar." Henry explained. "Gondar is a province of Hell, one where an ancient Ethiopian colony had settled down in their second lives - there was even a brief human warlord there. But Azazel reclaimed the province for his empire three centuries ago, though he was never able to fully halt the Ethiopian influences. Ethiopia, as you may know, is the oldest Christian nation of Earth and those influences quite helped shape the culture and beliefs of Gondar. After the War ten years ago, Gondar seceded from Azazel's empire and became independent - but now some towns in the rural areas are rapidly losing their inhabitants, which is not good at all, and is alarming some demons in Heavensgate as well."

This may have stirred some memories in Divia - the angels were concerned and upset about the demon immigrants from Gondar trying to enter Heavensgate, which neighboured that province. The Gondarian demons often did odd jobs and lived in the slums, but many of them were indeed Christian, even if they followed an odd sort of Christianity. Her own father may have been from this region, even.

"Oh, is that were the huge immigration debate here is coming from? Why are the towns in Gondar losing their residents though? That sounds rather unusual." She had remembered people here talking about the rise of demon immigration; while they were Christian, the angels there were not pleased, simply because the immigrants were demons and whatnot.

There was probably a holding pen somewhere full of immigrants from Gondar, akin to the camps set up by Australia in the real world in order to keep them in immigration limbo while the government was trying to find a way to not allow them into the country.

"Does this happen to be related to the Fae, by any chance?"

"Probably." Henry said. "Ten years ago, most of Moscow vanished, leaving Russia rather a mess. Crowley firmly proved that the Fae were behind that. Why wouldn't they also be behind this?" he asked as they drove along, now in the demon slum areas of Heavensgate, where angel (and some human) guards patrolled with firearms, and fences and chain-wire separated the demons from the road. They glanced out at them through the holes in the fences, many of them wearing ragged clothing and smoking.

They left Heavensgate five minutes thereafter, as Henry stepped on the gas to make sure they didn't get suddenly robbed or hijacked regardless. He stopped the truck when they were a kilometre away from the city, offered everyone some Parle-G crackers or Ritz, and then started back again while they all munched on the food items. "The Fae fought here once before, in Hell. Many times. During the Orc Empire, during the Great Fae War...quite a lot, really."

[Individuality-ness]

"Oh, is that were the huge immigration debate here is coming from? Why are the towns in Gondar losing their residents though? That sounds rather unusual." She had remembered people here talking about the rise of demon immigration; while they were Christian, the angels there were not pleased, simply because the immigrants were demons and whatnot.

There was probably a holding pen somewhere full of immigrants from Gondar, akin to the camps set up by Australia in the real world in order to keep them in immigration limbo while the government was trying to find a way to not allow them into the country.

"Does this happen to be related to the Fae, by any chance?"

"Probably." Henry said. "Ten years ago, most of Moscow vanished, leaving Russia rather a mess. Crowley firmly proved that the Fae were behind that. Why wouldn't they also be behind this?" he asked as they drove along, now in the demon slum areas of Heavensgate, where angel (and some human) guards patrolled with firearms, and fences and chain-wire separated the demons from the road. They glanced out at them through the holes in the fences, many of them wearing ragged clothing and smoking.

They left Heavensgate five minutes thereafter, as Henry stepped on the gas to make sure they didn't get suddenly robbed or hijacked regardless. He stopped the truck when they were a kilometre away from the city, offered everyone some Parle-G crackers or Ritz, and then started back again while they all munched on the food items. "The Fae fought here once before, in Hell. Many times. During the Orc Empire, during the Great Fae War...quite a lot, really."

"What did they do, during the Great Fae War in Hell?" Divia inquired, nibbling on her Ritz crackers and trying to not leave any crumbs. When a crumb did fall (as they inevitably will), Divia would take out a mini-vacuum and vacuum them up and away.

This is not an attempt to learn more about EH history. Nope.

[Nationstatelandsville]

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?"

"NO I DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME, YOU SHEEP-FUCKING, QUEEN-OGLING, CROMWELL-LOVING, PROTESTANT TEA-SIPPING ENGLISH T-W-A-T CUNT!" she roared.

Megan had given birth to two children, fought in the biggest war in human history, and had been stabbed in the chest by an enraged demon until she died.

This was the worst pain she had ever felt.

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.

Despite whatever twisted expectations Uriel had, Megan kept running, because of course she did.

This was about when she bumped into her grandfather - a tall, stalwart man with a grim look in his eyes and a jaw that would make Matt Smith cry.

"DADDO!" she wailed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Probably." Henry said. "Ten years ago, most of Moscow vanished, leaving Russia rather a mess. Crowley firmly proved that the Fae were behind that. Why wouldn't they also be behind this?" he asked as they drove along, now in the demon slum areas of Heavensgate, where angel (and some human) guards patrolled with firearms, and fences and chain-wire separated the demons from the road. They glanced out at them through the holes in the fences, many of them wearing ragged clothing and smoking.

They left Heavensgate five minutes thereafter, as Henry stepped on the gas to make sure they didn't get suddenly robbed or hijacked regardless. He stopped the truck when they were a kilometre away from the city, offered everyone some Parle-G crackers or Ritz, and then started back again while they all munched on the food items. "The Fae fought here once before, in Hell. Many times. During the Orc Empire, during the Great Fae War...quite a lot, really."

"What did they do, during the Great Fae War in Hell?" Divia inquired, nibbling on her Ritz crackers and trying to not leave any crumbs. When a crumb did fall (as they inevitably will), Divia would take out a mini-vacuum and vacuum them up and away.

This is not an attempt to learn more about EH history. Nope.

"Oh, killed. Got killed as well. Stole off people, converted them into slaves. Would smash up entire cities or regions. But...it was such a long time ago that the legend and fact have mixed together. Who knows what is which? Even those who fought in it hardly remember."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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?"

"NO I DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME, YOU SHEEP-FUCKING, QUEEN-OGLING, CROMWELL-LOVING, PROTESTANT TEA-SIPPING ENGLISH T-W-A-T CUNT!" she roared.

Megan had given birth to two children, fought in the biggest war in human history, and had been stabbed in the chest by an enraged demon until she died.

This was the worst pain she had ever felt.

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.

Despite whatever twisted expectations Uriel had, Megan kept running, because of course she did.

This was about when she bumped into her grandfather - a tall, stalwart man with a grim look in his eyes and a jaw that would make Matt Smith cry.

"DADDO!" she wailed.

"I've generally been rather irreligious myself." Crowley noted, the only part of that sentence he had an issue with. "Alright, here we go-"

---

Young Megan would find herself hit by the memories of her older self in the other world, while the black individual nodded, jumping over - and I do mean jumping - the fence. "Hello there." the man said. "I would really like to speak with your daughter, sir."

[Nationstatelandsville]

"NO I DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME, YOU SHEEP-FUCKING, QUEEN-OGLING, CROMWELL-LOVING, PROTESTANT TEA-SIPPING ENGLISH T-W-A-T CUNT!" she roared.

Megan had given birth to two children, fought in the biggest war in human history, and had been stabbed in the chest by an enraged demon until she died.

This was the worst pain she had ever felt.


Despite whatever twisted expectations Uriel had, Megan kept running, because of course she did.

This was about when she bumped into her grandfather - a tall, stalwart man with a grim look in his eyes and a jaw that would make Matt Smith cry.

"DADDO!" she wailed.

"I've generally been rather irreligious myself." Crowley noted, the only part of that sentence he had an issue with. "Alright, here we go-"

---

Young Megan would find herself hit by the memories of her older self in the other world, while the black individual nodded, jumping over - and I do mean jumping - the fence. "Hello there." the man said. "I would really like to speak with your daughter, sir."

Daddo looked down at Megan.

Then up at Uriel.

Then down at Megan again.

And then he punched Uriel in the face while screaming racial slurs in Gaelic.

"In retrospect," Megan deadpanned, "Daddo may have influenced my later taste in men."

Then, given that all of this was happening in her mind and thus she had no moral scruples, Megan ran like hell.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I've generally been rather irreligious myself." Crowley noted, the only part of that sentence he had an issue with. "Alright, here we go-"

---

Young Megan would find herself hit by the memories of her older self in the other world, while the black individual nodded, jumping over - and I do mean jumping - the fence. "Hello there." the man said. "I would really like to speak with your daughter, sir."

Daddo looked down at Megan.

Then up at Uriel.

Then down at Megan again.

And then he punched Uriel in the face while screaming racial slurs in Gaelic.

"In retrospect," Megan deadpanned, "Daddo may have influenced my later taste in men."

Then, given that all of this was happening in her mind and thus she had no moral scruples, Megan ran like hell.

The man blinked, completely unaffected by the punch. "Sir..." the voice now sounded almost exasperated. "I'm trying to help, but-"

Now there was the sound of thunder heard inside the farm, as entire walls fell down, with the black man opening his eyes wider. "Ah...he's coming now. Uriel's coming now. That is not good." he turned to Megan and the grandfather. "You two. Come with me, now, or my brother will get you - and that is not something you will want."

[Nationstatelandsville]

Daddo looked down at Megan.

Then up at Uriel.

Then down at Megan again.

And then he punched Uriel in the face while screaming racial slurs in Gaelic.

"In retrospect," Megan deadpanned, "Daddo may have influenced my later taste in men."

Then, given that all of this was happening in her mind and thus she had no moral scruples, Megan ran like hell.

The man blinked, completely unaffected by the punch. "Sir..." the voice now sounded almost exasperated. "I'm trying to help, but-"

Now there was the sound of thunder heard inside the farm, as entire walls fell down, with the black man opening his eyes wider. "Ah...he's coming now. Uriel's coming now. That is not good." he turned to Megan and the grandfather. "You two. Come with me, now, or my brother will get you - and that is not something you will want."

Daddo froze.

"You motherfuckin' English," he muttered, "Always callin' up the wrath o' God. If I get fucked up the arse with a heavenly lightning bolt o' damnation for this, I am going to fuck you up the arse with your own bloody face. You'll be so perfectly circular that I could use you as a wheel on my tractor, rolling down the gigantic mound of shit that you've gotten us into. Fuckin' pillars of salt and such."

Daddo grabbed Megan and dragged her back into the farmhouse, still muttering under his breath about the English.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The man blinked, completely unaffected by the punch. "Sir..." the voice now sounded almost exasperated. "I'm trying to help, but-"

Now there was the sound of thunder heard inside the farm, as entire walls fell down, with the black man opening his eyes wider. "Ah...he's coming now. Uriel's coming now. That is not good." he turned to Megan and the grandfather. "You two. Come with me, now, or my brother will get you - and that is not something you will want."

Daddo froze.

"You motherfuckin' English," he muttered, "Always callin' up the wrath o' God. If I get fucked up the arse with a heavenly lightning bolt o' damnation for this, I am going to fuck you up the arse with your own bloody face. You'll be so perfectly circular that I could use you as a wheel on my tractor, rolling down the gigantic mound of shit that you've gotten us into. Fuckin' pillars of salt and such."

Daddo grabbed Megan and dragged her back into the farmhouse, still muttering under his breath about the English.

"You're making a mistak-"

This is when Megan's arm came into contact with her grandfather's face, and wires shot out of it - promptly attaching themselves to the older man's eyes.

There, the wires shifted and solidified, transforming themselves into spider-like silver creatures and ripping open the man's eyeballs, crawling inside the goo that remained. And Megan had an extremely, extremely good view of this all happening.

It would be likely rather painful for Daddo to experience as well, especially when the silver wires began spreading out of his bleeding, goo-leaking eye sockets and spreading throughout the rest of his face.

[Constaniana]

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.

"If you mean go driving around Hell trying to stop Fae genocide plots, then no," William replied. "Though I did visit Hell earlier this year, since the band needed another chaperone for their trip and I got double the usual overtime payment for it. Then demon terrorists attacked and their leader tried putting myself and Gay Eric in some Freudian crazyland with innuendos everywhere you looked. Oh, and there was some old spaceship that Gay Eric woke up," He paused here, knowing he was beginning to ramble a bit. "But yeah, more of my time at the school is usually spent teaching the cooking classes or clearing out the student dormitories because that eejit Pakistani git can't control the laser raccoons he summons or some weird creature slinks through the pipes from the school's basement. But that gets boring after a while, since most of the students can defend for themselves and what I do at the school doesn't affect the world much at all."

[Individuality-ness]

"What did they do, during the Great Fae War in Hell?" Divia inquired, nibbling on her Ritz crackers and trying to not leave any crumbs. When a crumb did fall (as they inevitably will), Divia would take out a mini-vacuum and vacuum them up and away.

This is not an attempt to learn more about EH history. Nope.

"Oh, killed. Got killed as well. Stole off people, converted them into slaves. Would smash up entire cities or regions. But...it was such a long time ago that the legend and fact have mixed together. Who knows what is which? Even those who fought in it hardly remember."

"And we're now preparing for the Great Fae War, part deux," said Divia, finishing the cracker and absentmindedly taking out yet another lint roller from her bag to sweep up additional invisible crumbs. "Or at least that's what it seems like."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Henry and the rest entered into a small demon town, void of any inhabitants. It was extremely warm out, with temperatures at 30 degrees C. The houses were built of brick mostly, and were surprisingly stable and well kept, like a normal American home. Not like the poor, backwards demon huts that many of them would know from propaganda, whether it be angel or human.

There were several places to explore here - there was a nearby church, a schoolhouse, and a pub. Henry shrugged. "Alright, who wants to search where? Look for any clues as to where they disappeared to, or if there's anyone left. Something."

[Individuality-ness]

Henry and the rest entered into a small demon town, void of any inhabitants. It was extremely warm out, with temperatures at 30 degrees C. The houses were built of brick mostly, and were surprisingly stable and well kept, like a normal American home. Not like the poor, backwards demon huts that many of them would know from propaganda, whether it be angel or human.

There were several places to explore here - there was a nearby church, a schoolhouse, and a pub. Henry shrugged. "Alright, who wants to search where? Look for any clues as to where they disappeared to, or if there's anyone left. Something."

Who knew that the demons here actually lived in houses? She had been taught for years that demons were backwards peoples, living in huts, akin to what people think of when they think "African domicile". Where did this brick come from?

Obviously, because she's Divia, she wandered her way towards the church. She was quite curious to see what would a church in Hell look like. She was also half expecting pentagrams, goats heads, pig heads, and S&M gear just hanging on the walls, thanks to Heavensgate propaganda. What else was she supposed to expect, clean neat pews with Bibles every two feet and a modest crucifix hanging on the wall?

[Constaniana]

When the group finally arrived in the town and began splitting up to explore William's first thought was to go explore in the pub, but he then reckoned he had probably already had enough to drink for now. His body's superior endurance stat made it more difficult for him to actually get drunk, so it wasn't the fact that he didn't want to be tipsy in a fight, and more the principle of the matter. Besides, he had already given the spiel about demonic alcohol being terrible. Seeing as Divia had headed off to the church, and Henry would be fairly likely to follow her, the knight decided to visit the schoolhouse and look around there.

[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.

"If you mean go driving around Hell trying to stop Fae genocide plots, then no," William replied. "Though I did visit Hell earlier this year, since the band needed another chaperone for their trip and I got double the usual overtime payment for it. Then demon terrorists attacked and their leader tried putting myself and Gay Eric in some Freudian crazyland with innuendos everywhere you looked. Oh, and there was some old spaceship that Gay Eric woke up," He paused here, knowing he was beginning to ramble a bit. "But yeah, more of my time at the school is usually spent teaching the cooking classes or clearing out the student dormitories because that eejit Pakistani git can't control the laser raccoons he summons or some weird creature slinks through the pipes from the school's basement. But that gets boring after a while, since most of the students can defend for themselves and what I do at the school doesn't affect the world much at all."

"I understand, William. That said, what is the quality of the education like? Did it improve while I was absent? From what I can remember, not everyone really went to class, and the classes themselves were few and tended not to be quite...orderly. If I recall well, some students even got killed while participating in them."

Hilde hopped off the track, glancing around the town. She didn't expect a demon town in Hell to have such nice houses, most likely humans had built them and then the hellspawn had moved in. She decided to follow William in the schoolhouse, mostly out of desire of not getting ambushed by one of the town's denizens.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Henry and the rest entered into a small demon town, void of any inhabitants. It was extremely warm out, with temperatures at 30 degrees C. The houses were built of brick mostly, and were surprisingly stable and well kept, like a normal American home. Not like the poor, backwards demon huts that many of them would know from propaganda, whether it be angel or human.

There were several places to explore here - there was a nearby church, a schoolhouse, and a pub. Henry shrugged. "Alright, who wants to search where? Look for any clues as to where they disappeared to, or if there's anyone left. Something."

Who knew that the demons here actually lived in houses? She had been taught for years that demons were backwards peoples, living in huts, akin to what people think of when they think "African domicile". Where did this brick come from?

Obviously, because she's Divia, she wandered her way towards the church. She was quite curious to see what would a church in Hell look like. She was also half expecting pentagrams, goats heads, pig heads, and S&M gear just hanging on the walls, thanks to Heavensgate propaganda. What else was she supposed to expect, clean neat pews with Bibles every two feet and a modest crucifix hanging on the wall?

There were clean neat pews with Bibles every two feet and a modest crucifix hanging on the wall.

Well, that's a lie. There weren't clean neat pews. They were smashed up and destroyed, with the Bibles scattered everywhere, and the crucifix having fallen down to the ground where it broke. There had been an obvious and evident struggle here. There were stairs on the other end of the room that led downstairs somewhere.

[Individuality-ness]

Who knew that the demons here actually lived in houses? She had been taught for years that demons were backwards peoples, living in huts, akin to what people think of when they think "African domicile". Where did this brick come from?

Obviously, because she's Divia, she wandered her way towards the church. She was quite curious to see what would a church in Hell look like. She was also half expecting pentagrams, goats heads, pig heads, and S&M gear just hanging on the walls, thanks to Heavensgate propaganda. What else was she supposed to expect, clean neat pews with Bibles every two feet and a modest crucifix hanging on the wall?

There were clean neat pews with Bibles every two feet and a modest crucifix hanging on the wall.

Well, that's a lie. There weren't clean neat pews. They were smashed up and destroyed, with the Bibles scattered everywhere, and the crucifix having fallen down to the ground where it broke. There had been an obvious and evident struggle here. There were stairs on the other end of the room that led downstairs somewhere.

Her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the destruction inside of the church. Something must have happened here, for as far as she knew, no good Christian would have wrecked a church this badly.

She bent down on the floor, looking at the scraps on the floor. Something inside urged her to clean this place up, but she suppressed this instinct, focusing on what looked like a torn Bible.

"They will walk with me, dressed in—" said one scrap. "— some of John's disciples and a certain Jew —" said another. "— strike the water —" "— turn into blood —" "— I am the Lord —" "— to see the apostles and elders about this question —"

These people had torn up pages of the Holy Scriptures and left it there on the floor.

Divia picked up one scrap from the floor.

"Lead me, Lord, in your righteousness because of my enemies— make your way straight before me."

Lead me, Lord, she thought to herself, and began to walk towards the other end of the room. Without thinking, she went down the stairs, in the belief that He would help keep her safe. The wreckage up above was too much.

[Constaniana]

"The quality of education at Elfen High?" William wondered how blunt to be about answering that question. "There is none, for the most part. I at least try to actually teaching the cooking ones. I don't usually have kids mucking around in my class, since I can mention things like having an ancient magical nuke hanging from my waist that I'm very good at using. There were less students dying at the school since Crowley stopped the gladiator fights and started having proper self-defence courses, which people actually had to go to, but we certainly lost a good amount in that bloody Thule invasion."

He stopped and looked around at the houses, sighing a little. "A shame what happened here. It seems like this was a nice little town."

[Esternial]

Henry and the rest entered into a small demon town, void of any inhabitants. It was extremely warm out, with temperatures at 30 degrees C. The houses were built of brick mostly, and were surprisingly stable and well kept, like a normal American home. Not like the poor, backwards demon huts that many of them would know from propaganda, whether it be angel or human.

There were several places to explore here - there was a nearby church, a schoolhouse, and a pub. Henry shrugged. "Alright, who wants to search where? Look for any clues as to where they disappeared to, or if there's anyone left. Something."

"Pub" Emi said abruptly, walking towards the building. She looked back and winked at Fen before going inside. Though she had never seen a pub in Hell before, she did hold high hopes for their liquor. Hell not being the most cheerful place around, many might find their solace in pretty damned good booze.

Though her taste for beer was refined, her preference towards liquor has been guided more by price tags rather than sheer quality, keeping a can of soda or energy drink nearby to dilute cheap vodka whenever she got her hands on a bottle.

"Right, what's up in this joint?" She said out loud as she entered, drawing her sword and holding the other side, and the sharp blade, with her bare hand. Should an ambush lie waiting for her, she'd be a mere muscle twist away from defending herself with both blood and steel.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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.

Alice sighed. "You're useless," she mumbled, stepping in-between Lana and the fuck-face rhino.

Quickly, she amassed two great balls of fire, and blasted them both at the fuck-face rhino.

Said rhino hit the two great warm balls, and did not die - instead, its horn merely grew larger as it kept charging.

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Daddo froze.

"You motherfuckin' English," he muttered, "Always callin' up the wrath o' God. If I get fucked up the arse with a heavenly lightning bolt o' damnation for this, I am going to fuck you up the arse with your own bloody face. You'll be so perfectly circular that I could use you as a wheel on my tractor, rolling down the gigantic mound of shit that you've gotten us into. Fuckin' pillars of salt and such."

Daddo grabbed Megan and dragged her back into the farmhouse, still muttering under his breath about the English.

"You're making a mistak-"

This is when Megan's arm came into contact with her grandfather's face, and wires shot out of it - promptly attaching themselves to the older man's eyes.

There, the wires shifted and solidified, transforming themselves into spider-like silver creatures and ripping open the man's eyeballs, crawling inside the goo that remained. And Megan had an extremely, extremely good view of this all happening.

It would be likely rather painful for Daddo to experience as well, especially when the silver wires began spreading out of his bleeding, goo-leaking eye sockets and spreading throughout the rest of his face.

Megan shrieked, because she was a child.

Daddo, on the other hand, had fought in several wars. (Most of them by himself, and without anyone else knowing.) He wasn't going to take shit from an English cunt's cutesy robot bullshit.

"Shit on a fuckin' biscuit," he remarked with mild displeasure, "English twat, fix my face."