Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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.

When she walked downstairs, she felt the temperature just drop. It went down now to 10 degrees C, and she stood in a damp and darkened hallway, lit only by torches (fire on wood) on the wall. There were paintings around her everywhere, paintings of what seemed like...Azazel. She knew his face, of course. Everyone did, at this point.

Hundreds of those paintings lined the walls, all just seeming to stare at her. It was a rather creepy effect. If she glanced up, she'd see more paintings of his face on the ceiling.

There was a door at the other end of the room.

[Individuality-ness]

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.

When she walked downstairs, she felt the temperature just drop. It went down now to 10 degrees C, and she stood in a damp and darkened hallway, lit only by torches (fire on wood) on the wall. There were paintings around her everywhere, paintings of what seemed like...Azazel. She knew his face, of course. Everyone did, at this point.

Hundreds of those paintings lined the walls, all just seeming to stare at her. It was a rather creepy effect. If she glanced up, she'd see more paintings of his face on the ceiling.

There was a door at the other end of the room.

"Lead me Lord," she whispered to herself. The effect of Azazel staring at her from all of the walls and from the ceiling was unnerving.

She took a torch from the wall, and walked toward the door on the other side, trying not to shiver against the cold and using the fire to try and keep her hands warm. As she walked towards the door, she kept her eyes fixed on it, refusing to look at the paintings all around her. If she looked, she feared that the paintings would come to life and try to steal her away. She knew Azazel was dead, but still...

When she arrived at the door, she tried to open it, but her hands at that point were so cold that they shook. It took her a few minutes to finally get a grip on the door's handle, and the cold was so terrible that it felt like her hands were going to stick on.

She finally opened the door, and used the light from the torch to see what was inside.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Hilde and her bitch walked into the empty schoolhouse, seeing tidy and neat desks...and also seeing something quite odd and fucked up. Statues everywhere. Statues of demons and humans, frozen in place, sitting at their desks and working, or standing at the blackboards and teaching, or sweeping the floor, or jacking off in the restroom...all completely frozen in place. Hilde and William would be in a Physics classroom, having entered through an opened window, looking at the bizarre scene.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

When she walked downstairs, she felt the temperature just drop. It went down now to 10 degrees C, and she stood in a damp and darkened hallway, lit only by torches (fire on wood) on the wall. There were paintings around her everywhere, paintings of what seemed like...Azazel. She knew his face, of course. Everyone did, at this point.

Hundreds of those paintings lined the walls, all just seeming to stare at her. It was a rather creepy effect. If she glanced up, she'd see more paintings of his face on the ceiling.

There was a door at the other end of the room.

"Lead me Lord," she whispered to herself. The effect of Azazel staring at her from all of the walls and from the ceiling was unnerving.

She took a torch from the wall, and walked toward the door on the other side, trying not to shiver against the cold and using the fire to try and keep her hands warm. As she walked towards the door, she kept her eyes fixed on it, refusing to look at the paintings all around her. If she looked, she feared that the paintings would come to life and try to steal her away. She knew Azazel was dead, but still...

When she arrived at the door, she tried to open it, but her hands at that point were so cold that they shook. It took her a few minutes to finally get a grip on the door's handle, and the cold was so terrible that it felt like her hands were going to stick on.

She finally opened the door, and used the light from the torch to see what was inside.

When she opened the door, she'd undoubtedly enter - but as she turned around, she'd see that it looked as though every picture's eyes had followed her and was looking straight at her. But then the door shut of its own will, even if she fought to keep it open.

Let's set the scene now. This is a bathroom, a fairly large one, but one all the same.

A giant smashed crucifix on the ground, next to the toilet. The sink was running, but running out a pool of blood. The shower was off, but the bathtub was full of blood mixed with water.

Behind her, she heard a rocking sound, then a sudden shake, then the door swung open again...revealing another hallway, this one completely and entirely blank and pure white. Now there were three doors. One door said "Calm". One door said "Peace". One door said "Freedom." Each of these were written in some gibberish script, but Divia understood them all instinctively.

[Individuality-ness]

"Lead me Lord," she whispered to herself. The effect of Azazel staring at her from all of the walls and from the ceiling was unnerving.

She took a torch from the wall, and walked toward the door on the other side, trying not to shiver against the cold and using the fire to try and keep her hands warm. As she walked towards the door, she kept her eyes fixed on it, refusing to look at the paintings all around her. If she looked, she feared that the paintings would come to life and try to steal her away. She knew Azazel was dead, but still...

When she arrived at the door, she tried to open it, but her hands at that point were so cold that they shook. It took her a few minutes to finally get a grip on the door's handle, and the cold was so terrible that it felt like her hands were going to stick on.

She finally opened the door, and used the light from the torch to see what was inside.

When she opened the door, she'd undoubtedly enter - but as she turned around, she'd see that it looked as though every picture's eyes had followed her and was looking straight at her. But then the door shut of its own will, even if she fought to keep it open.

Let's set the scene now. This is a bathroom, a fairly large one, but one all the same.

A giant smashed crucifix on the ground, next to the toilet. The sink was running, but running out a pool of blood. The shower was off, but the bathtub was full of blood mixed with water.

Behind her, she heard a rocking sound, then a sudden shake, then the door swung open again...revealing another hallway, this one completely and entirely blank and pure white. Now there were three doors. One door said "Calm". One door said "Peace". One door said "Freedom." Each of these were written in some gibberish script, but Divia understood them all instinctively.

This place seems haunted. Or cursed by God, for some unknown reason.

Divia's eyes stared at this scene in horror, unable to think or comprehend the meaning of the blood poring out of the sink, the blood in the bathtub. It reminded her of Moses turning the river Nile into blood as the first of the ten plagues.

What could have done something like this? The images that she could come up with were terrible, and she banished it from her mind.

The sound of rocking, the shaking, and then the opening of the door... into yet another room. One that was unfamiliar, different from the room that she had left. Perhaps the room was on a dais, or perhaps it was magic.

She walked into the next room, a hallway of white, with three different doors. It seemed pure white to her, but who knows? Perhaps there was once blood running down from the walls, and it was washed away, only to leave traces difficult to see with the naked eye. But she wasn't thinking anymore, she had been dazed by the sudden purity of white after the horror scene she had just witnessed.

As if by instinct, she walked up to the door marked "Calm", and opened it.

[Swith Witherward]

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.

Fen followed Emi although her brow furrowed at the thought of Devia going off on her own.

"Should we follow her? It'd be a shame if she were eaten. I mean, other than Henry, she's the only one who might know this place. She did get him out of that bind back there and OHHHH... look at all the untended alcohol!"

She peered over Emi's shoulder. Although her knives were drawn, she wasn't expecting too much fuss. It was better to follow her friend's lead however.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"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.

Fen followed Emi although her brow furrowed at the thought of Devia going off on her own.

"Should we follow her? It'd be a shame if she were eaten. I mean, other than Henry, she's the only one who might know this place. She did get him out of that bind back there and OHHHH... look at all the untended alcohol!"

She peered over Emi's shoulder. Although her knives were drawn, she wasn't expecting too much fuss. It was better to follow her friend's lead however.

The pub was remarkably clean, if devoid of all life. There were many bottles of drink on the bartender's table, as well as tables around the pub, and on the back wall of the room. Lots of it.

Demons drank very strong alcohol. It put Russian vodka to shame. The goal of a demon drink was to get smashingly drunk, and their biology made it tough for them to get drunk anyway. So very small amounts of demon drink could intoxicate a human.

Have fun.

[Agritum]

Hilde and her bitch walked into the empty schoolhouse, seeing tidy and neat desks...and also seeing something quite odd and fucked up. Statues everywhere. Statues of demons and humans, frozen in place, sitting at their desks and working, or standing at the blackboards and teaching, or sweeping the floor, or jacking off in the restroom...all completely frozen in place. Hilde and William would be in a Physics classroom, having entered through an opened window, looking at the bizarre scene.

"Hmmh. Seems like these people and hellspawn were apparently petrified, either through magic, alchemy or a bizzarre natural phenomenon. That, or we are dealing with the works of a particularly skilled sculptor, though I don't really lean on that theory. In the case of the former theory being correct, I think that we should be wary of our surroundings: the person or thing which caused the petrification could still be around, and as much as I'd like to admire your physique in a sculptural form, William, I'd still prefer if you continued to be composed of flesh and bone." Hilde said, glancing around the room.

[Constaniana]

"Hmmh. Seems like these people and hellspawn were apparently petrified, either through magic, alchemy or a bizzarre natural phenomenon. That, or we are dealing with the works of a particularly skilled sculptor, though I don't really lean on that theory. In the case of the former theory being correct, I think that we should be wary of our surroundings: the person or thing which caused the petrification could still be around, and as much as I'd like to admire your physique in a sculptural form, William, I'd still prefer if you continued to be composed of flesh and bone." Hilde said, glancing around the room.

"You can admire my physique any time you want, toots," Sir Nilark replied, winking at the German. He got more serious after that, walking around the room and looking at the desks. "You're good at alchemy, aren't you? Would there be some way for you to check the area to see if alchemy was recently used, like how detectives take fingerprints and DNA samples from crime scenes?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"The school is fine." Brazeneck said. "The Taoiseach, however-"

Then, a shadow fell over them as a tall (six foot three inch) Irish man swooped into the room. And it really did feel like a swoop. He gave a thin smile. "Hello." he said quietly.

"Mr. Taoiseach, sir?" Brazeneck said with mild surprise. "I didn't know you'd meet us in person."

"Yes, I was rather hoping against that myself...but I'd like to comment, my friends, that something has occurred. You see, what has occurred is that some bloody cunts have acted like bloody cunts and my fucking summer home down in Hell is now gone. Now why the fuck did that happen?"

"Not entirely sure, sir, but-"

"Not sure, eh? Not sure? I'll just have to kill all of you then, won't I?! That's a joke, by the way, not a very nice one, a nasty one, which masks a lot of very negative feelings about this fucking school." growled out the other man. He may not have been actually joking. The Taoiseach was a dangerous individual.

"Not exactly funny, sir." commented Brazeneck calmly, being also a dangerous individual.

"I'm an elected official of the people. Clearly they decided it was funny. Now, I need you to find what the hell happened to it. Go down to Hell and give it a look-around for me."

"With all due respect, sir, it'll take time and we have other things to-"

"Nmfp."

"What?"

"Nmfp. N-M-F-P. Not My Fucking Problem. Get on that shit."

Francois saluted. "Yes, sir, of course we will."

He leaned close to Henry. "Don't worry, the boy and I will take care of this. Yuk it up with the Taoiseach for a little while, and we'll find out whether shit hit the fan or not."

"No, no." Brazeneck shook his head, then hissed. "You aren't fucking leaving me with him." Then he turned to the Taoiseach. "Now, anyway, me and the boys will just get going then..."

Brazeneck grabbed Francois and Eamon, and the three of them found themselves standing outside a demon church in Gandar. They could also see a schoolhouse and a pub from their current location.

[Nude East Ireland]

Francois saluted. "Yes, sir, of course we will."

He leaned close to Henry. "Don't worry, the boy and I will take care of this. Yuk it up with the Taoiseach for a little while, and we'll find out whether shit hit the fan or not."

"No, no." Brazeneck shook his head, then hissed. "You aren't fucking leaving me with him." Then he turned to the Taoiseach. "Now, anyway, me and the boys will just get going then..."

Brazeneck grabbed Francois and Eamon, and the three of them found themselves standing outside a demon church in Gandar. They could also see a schoolhouse and a pub from their current location.

"Let's go to the pub," Eamon said immediately. Francois hit him in the face.

"Fucking shit," the Frenchman muttered. "Alright, let's split up to cover more ground; lad, you and Henry head to the school and investigate there. I'll head into this demon church and see if anyone knows about the Taoiseach's summer home. Sound good to everyone?"

[Esternial]

Fen followed Emi although her brow furrowed at the thought of Devia going off on her own.

"Should we follow her? It'd be a shame if she were eaten. I mean, other than Henry, she's the only one who might know this place. She did get him out of that bind back there and OHHHH... look at all the untended alcohol!"

She peered over Emi's shoulder. Although her knives were drawn, she wasn't expecting too much fuss. It was better to follow her friend's lead however.

The pub was remarkably clean, if devoid of all life. There were many bottles of drink on the bartender's table, as well as tables around the pub, and on the back wall of the room. Lots of it.

Demons drank very strong alcohol. It put Russian vodka to shame. The goal of a demon drink was to get smashingly drunk, and their biology made it tough for them to get drunk anyway. So very small amounts of demon drink could intoxicate a human.

Have fun.

Oh, and she did.

Strutting around like she owned the place, which she kinda did since nobody was around, Emi browsed through the selection of booze until she found a bottle that appeared to fit her taste. None of it was familiar to her, but she would give it a shot, nonetheless.

Downing the shot, the alcohol seemed to take effect almost instantly.

"WOa."

Her vision blurred for a moment before returning to normal, her body trying to deal with the heavy dose of alcohol. It was similar to absinthe (which is a vile concoction on its own, I can tell you that), but even worse. Her being so used to downing drinks all the time, Emi was able to stomach the liquid, but her concern went out to Fen.

"You'd best not drink this stuff pure, love." She muttered, looking up at Fen.

Cheeks flushed red and a twinkle in her eyes, she was in truth blind - drunk.

[Nude East Ireland]

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.

Alice grabbed Lana and blasted them both over the fuck-face rhino using her fire abilities (imagine Iron Man). When they landed, she dropped Lana and proceeded to throw more waves of fire at the beast.

"Just die, you fuck-face!" she screamed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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

Alice grabbed Lana and blasted them both over the fuck-face rhino using her fire abilities (imagine Iron Man). When they landed, she dropped Lana and proceeded to throw more waves of fire at the beast.

"Just die, you fuck-face!" she screamed.

The horn got larger and larger - and then exploded, spraying some odd and highly familiar smelling white stuff all over them. The rhino was very firmly dead though, and the corpse disappeared.

It also dropped coins on the ground, and Alice felt herself suddenly glow with white light, with a message below her saying "Alice gained 350 EXP! Alice is Lv. 2!" Alice also realised that the rhino had dropped a bottle of whiskey on the ground. If she grabbed it, she'd see a text box appear in real life saying "This is a bottle of fine Bourbon. It will help you get through the shit that is bound to occur."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

When she opened the door, she'd undoubtedly enter - but as she turned around, she'd see that it looked as though every picture's eyes had followed her and was looking straight at her. But then the door shut of its own will, even if she fought to keep it open.

Let's set the scene now. This is a bathroom, a fairly large one, but one all the same.

A giant smashed crucifix on the ground, next to the toilet. The sink was running, but running out a pool of blood. The shower was off, but the bathtub was full of blood mixed with water.

Behind her, she heard a rocking sound, then a sudden shake, then the door swung open again...revealing another hallway, this one completely and entirely blank and pure white. Now there were three doors. One door said "Calm". One door said "Peace". One door said "Freedom." Each of these were written in some gibberish script, but Divia understood them all instinctively.

This place seems haunted. Or cursed by God, for some unknown reason.

Divia's eyes stared at this scene in horror, unable to think or comprehend the meaning of the blood poring out of the sink, the blood in the bathtub. It reminded her of Moses turning the river Nile into blood as the first of the ten plagues.

What could have done something like this? The images that she could come up with were terrible, and she banished it from her mind.

The sound of rocking, the shaking, and then the opening of the door... into yet another room. One that was unfamiliar, different from the room that she had left. Perhaps the room was on a dais, or perhaps it was magic.

She walked into the next room, a hallway of white, with three different doors. It seemed pure white to her, but who knows? Perhaps there was once blood running down from the walls, and it was washed away, only to leave traces difficult to see with the naked eye. But she wasn't thinking anymore, she had been dazed by the sudden purity of white after the horror scene she had just witnessed.

As if by instinct, she walked up to the door marked "Calm", and opened it.

Once she opened the door, she'd walk into a room with the two female angels from earlier, both still physically and stoically perfect, looking at her with condescension. The room was all blank and white other than one black chair in the centre.

"Have a seat." one of the angels invited her.

[Nude East Ireland]

Alice grabbed Lana and blasted them both over the fuck-face rhino using her fire abilities (imagine Iron Man). When they landed, she dropped Lana and proceeded to throw more waves of fire at the beast.

"Just die, you fuck-face!" she screamed.

The horn got larger and larger - and then exploded, spraying some odd and highly familiar smelling white stuff all over them. The rhino was very firmly dead though, and the corpse disappeared.

It also dropped coins on the ground, and Alice felt herself suddenly glow with white light, with a message below her saying "Alice gained 350 EXP! Alice is Lv. 2!" Alice also realised that the rhino had dropped a bottle of whiskey on the ground. If she grabbed it, she'd see a text box appear in real life saying "This is a bottle of fine Bourbon. It will help you get through the shit that is bound to occur."

Alice grabbed the Bourbon, and sighed. "This... fuck this bullshit."

She sighed, opening the bottle and taking a swig of the liquid inside. "So, what happens now? Do I have to go dungeon-crawling for the hidden sword of flaming magic bullshit, and use that to defeat the evil dragon lord? I hate video games so much."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The horn got larger and larger - and then exploded, spraying some odd and highly familiar smelling white stuff all over them. The rhino was very firmly dead though, and the corpse disappeared.

It also dropped coins on the ground, and Alice felt herself suddenly glow with white light, with a message below her saying "Alice gained 350 EXP! Alice is Lv. 2!" Alice also realised that the rhino had dropped a bottle of whiskey on the ground. If she grabbed it, she'd see a text box appear in real life saying "This is a bottle of fine Bourbon. It will help you get through the shit that is bound to occur."

Alice grabbed the Bourbon, and sighed. "This... fuck this bullshit."

She sighed, opening the bottle and taking a swig of the liquid inside. "So, what happens now? Do I have to go dungeon-crawling for the hidden sword of flaming magic bullshit, and use that to defeat the evil dragon lord? I hate video games so much."

"That appears to be so!" the lizard said cheerfully.

Alice would notice that there were now stairs in front of her (that had not been there two minutes ago), leading into what appeared to be a dungeon.

[Nude East Ireland]

Alice grabbed the Bourbon, and sighed. "This... fuck this bullshit."

She sighed, opening the bottle and taking a swig of the liquid inside. "So, what happens now? Do I have to go dungeon-crawling for the hidden sword of flaming magic bullshit, and use that to defeat the evil dragon lord? I hate video games so much."

"That appears to be so!" the lizard said cheerfully.

Alice would notice that there were now stairs in front of her (that had not been there two minutes ago), leading into what appeared to be a dungeon.

Alice grabbed the lizard with her free hand, and squeezed slightly. "Who are you again? I seem to have forgotten. And be very detailed."

[Individuality-ness]

This place seems haunted. Or cursed by God, for some unknown reason.

Divia's eyes stared at this scene in horror, unable to think or comprehend the meaning of the blood poring out of the sink, the blood in the bathtub. It reminded her of Moses turning the river Nile into blood as the first of the ten plagues.

What could have done something like this? The images that she could come up with were terrible, and she banished it from her mind.

The sound of rocking, the shaking, and then the opening of the door... into yet another room. One that was unfamiliar, different from the room that she had left. Perhaps the room was on a dais, or perhaps it was magic.

She walked into the next room, a hallway of white, with three different doors. It seemed pure white to her, but who knows? Perhaps there was once blood running down from the walls, and it was washed away, only to leave traces difficult to see with the naked eye. But she wasn't thinking anymore, she had been dazed by the sudden purity of white after the horror scene she had just witnessed.

As if by instinct, she walked up to the door marked "Calm", and opened it.

Once she opened the door, she'd walk into a room with the two female angels from earlier, both still physically and stoically perfect, looking at her with condescension. The room was all blank and white other than one black chair in the centre.

"Have a seat." one of the angels invited her.

Fear. Sudden, overwhelming, and with a tight grip. Heart racing, hard breathing, Divia was terrified.

All of the curses would not be enough to express her fear, but of course this girl disn't know of any.

"A… a seat?" Divia finally gasped. She was still in awe of the angelic perfection, and yet the look they gave her…

"Am… am I… am I…" She could not bear to say the word "trouble".

Today was Judgment Day, but some part of her wondered how this could be real.

[Swith Witherward]

Oh, and she did.

Strutting around like she owned the place, which she kinda did since nobody was around, Emi browsed through the selection of booze until she found a bottle that appeared to fit her taste. None of it was familiar to her, but she would give it a shot, nonetheless.

Downing the shot, the alcohol seemed to take effect almost instantly.

"WOa."

Her vision blurred for a moment before returning to normal, her body trying to deal with the heavy dose of alcohol. It was similar to absinthe (which is a vile concoction on its own, I can tell you that), but even worse. Her being so used to downing drinks all the time, Emi was able to stomach the liquid, but her concern went out to Fen.

"You'd best not drink this stuff pure, love." She muttered, looking up at Fen.

Cheeks flushed red and a twinkle in her eyes, she was in truth blind - drunk.

"Drink it?" Fen giggled. "I'm an islander. I'm going to take bottles to sell."

It was the truth. Fen had recalled William's warning about demon alcohol. She didn't want to chance getting plastered, especially as it seemed to have hit Emi like a ton of bricks. However, it if packed that much of a punch there might just be some profit to gain. The tiny Polynesian looked sweet but deep down inside was that mischievous streak inherent to many of her people. She opened her jacket, laid it on the bar and used it as a satchel.

"Emi, should we look around for clues to what happened here?" she asked as she browsed the top shelf selection and added a few interesting choices to the mix. "How could anyone vanish without a trace? There has to be something that'll show us what was going on right up until the last moment. Do demons use cameras in their bars?"

Satisfied with her looting, the girl bundled up the goods and rejoined her companion. Emi looked rather toasty. A mental alarm bell warned Fen to be more than just a little on guard; if Emi was a vampire, her inhibitions might be down. Fen smiled at the red glow on Emi's cheeks but allowed for some space between them.

"You're schnockered, aren't you?" she grinned.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Once she opened the door, she'd walk into a room with the two female angels from earlier, both still physically and stoically perfect, looking at her with condescension. The room was all blank and white other than one black chair in the centre.

"Have a seat." one of the angels invited her.

Fear. Sudden, overwhelming, and with a tight grip. Heart racing, hard breathing, Divia was terrified.

All of the curses would not be enough to express her fear, but of course this girl disn't know of any.

"A… a seat?" Divia finally gasped. She was still in awe of the angelic perfection, and yet the look they gave her…

"Am… am I… am I…" She could not bear to say the word "trouble".

Today was Judgment Day, but some part of her wondered how this could be real.

"Yes, Divia." one said patiently, making the girl feel almost guilty. "Just have a seat. You aren't in very much trouble. Just a bit of correction."

[Individuality-ness]

Fear. Sudden, overwhelming, and with a tight grip. Heart racing, hard breathing, Divia was terrified.

All of the curses would not be enough to express her fear, but of course this girl disn't know of any.

"A… a seat?" Divia finally gasped. She was still in awe of the angelic perfection, and yet the look they gave her…

"Am… am I… am I…" She could not bear to say the word "trouble".

Today was Judgment Day, but some part of her wondered how this could be real.

"Yes, Divia." one said patiently, making the girl feel almost guilty. "Just have a seat. You aren't in very much trouble. Just a bit of correction."

"Correction?"

This sounded bad. Divia was sure that people in Heavensgate were more lenient in regards to "correcting", she was sure it won't go to the extremes that exist in Heaven (the real life one)… right?

"Correction" sounded ominous.

But she took a seat, obeying the angelic voice. She had no choice, it was compelling.

What could she do, run? To where? God knew everything, He saw everything, and it was impossible to outrun His Righteous Justice. She must stay, to atone for her sin, the sin of existing while of demon blood.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"No, no." Brazeneck shook his head, then hissed. "You aren't fucking leaving me with him." Then he turned to the Taoiseach. "Now, anyway, me and the boys will just get going then..."

Brazeneck grabbed Francois and Eamon, and the three of them found themselves standing outside a demon church in Gandar. They could also see a schoolhouse and a pub from their current location.

"Let's go to the pub," Eamon said immediately. Francois hit him in the face.

"Fucking shit," the Frenchman muttered. "Alright, let's split up to cover more ground; lad, you and Henry head to the school and investigate there. I'll head into this demon church and see if anyone knows about the Taoiseach's summer home. Sound good to everyone?"

"Seems fair." Brazeneck said as he and Eamon went to the schoolhouse. There, they went through the same window Hilde and William had, and came to see all the statues everywhere, which would be rather creepy. They'd also see Hilde and William standing in the teacher's room. Brazeneck frowned at Hilde. "Hey, I do know you!" he pointed at her. "You're that politician in Germany! The hell you doing here?" asked the leader of Ireland's premier magic school, Faerie University.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Oh, and she did.

Strutting around like she owned the place, which she kinda did since nobody was around, Emi browsed through the selection of booze until she found a bottle that appeared to fit her taste. None of it was familiar to her, but she would give it a shot, nonetheless.

Downing the shot, the alcohol seemed to take effect almost instantly.

"WOa."

Her vision blurred for a moment before returning to normal, her body trying to deal with the heavy dose of alcohol. It was similar to absinthe (which is a vile concoction on its own, I can tell you that), but even worse. Her being so used to downing drinks all the time, Emi was able to stomach the liquid, but her concern went out to Fen.

"You'd best not drink this stuff pure, love." She muttered, looking up at Fen.

Cheeks flushed red and a twinkle in her eyes, she was in truth blind - drunk.

"Drink it?" Fen giggled. "I'm an islander. I'm going to take bottles to sell."

It was the truth. Fen had recalled William's warning about demon alcohol. She didn't want to chance getting plastered, especially as it seemed to have hit Emi like a ton of bricks. However, it if packed that much of a punch there might just be some profit to gain. The tiny Polynesian looked sweet but deep down inside was that mischievous streak inherent to many of her people. She opened her jacket, laid it on the bar and used it as a satchel.

"Emi, should we look around for clues to what happened here?" she asked as she browsed the top shelf selection and added a few interesting choices to the mix. "How could anyone vanish without a trace? There has to be something that'll show us what was going on right up until the last moment. Do demons use cameras in their bars?"

Satisfied with her looting, the girl bundled up the goods and rejoined her companion. Emi looked rather toasty. A mental alarm bell warned Fen to be more than just a little on guard; if Emi was a vampire, her inhibitions might be down. Fen smiled at the red glow on Emi's cheeks but allowed for some space between them.

"You're schnockered, aren't you?" she grinned.

There was indeed a camcorder located in the bar, hanging off the ceiling, above their heads. If one of them held up the other, they could get it.

It would be difficult considering Emi's present state, and her lack of control over her powers and inhibitions.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Yes, Divia." one said patiently, making the girl feel almost guilty. "Just have a seat. You aren't in very much trouble. Just a bit of correction."

"Correction?"

This sounded bad. Divia was sure that people in Heavensgate were more lenient in regards to "correcting", she was sure it won't go to the extremes that exist in Heaven (the real life one)… right?

"Correction" sounded ominous.

But she took a seat, obeying the angelic voice. She had no choice, it was compelling.

What could she do, run? To where? God knew everything, He saw everything, and it was impossible to outrun His Righteous Justice. She must stay, to atone for her sin, the sin of existing while of demon blood.

When Divia sat down in the chair, she'd notice the world slipping away from her...then she sat at a table, a glass of tea in front of her.

But there was another person sitting across the table from her.

Azazel smiled. "Hello, Divia. How are you?"