Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Individuality-ness]

"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?"

"Azazel."

What person would NOT know this demon's face? Every single student in Heavensgate (and probably the whole world), starting from 2020, had learned of this demon, tyrannical ruler of Hell. Everyone knew that he was taken down and killed in Dis, everyone knew that this demon was dead.

How was he there in the flesh, speaking to her? How would he know her name, as the two have never met? How was this not an illusion, a trap? How could this be real?

The mind reels, spins, and tries to comprehend through the shock. But there was no answer there.

The most tyrannical ruler of the modern day, deceased for all they knew, sitting across the table from her, speaking to her, in the flesh, referring to her by name. How?

Divia stared. This was not possible, her mind said.

"You should not be alive."

[Agritum]

"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?"

"Hmm, I'd have to take a...sample from one of these statues, to do such a survey. I guess I can try to." Hilde replied, before grabbing a chair and preparing to smash it against one of the demon statues, planning to get one of its fragments for said surveying purposes. Just before she was about to break the statue into pieces, Hilde heard Brazeneck addressing her.

"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.

"Oh, Mister Brazeneck! I heard a thing or two about you. I guess that I'll have the privilege of meeting one of the world's leading experts on the field of magics, I guess? And anyways, yes, I do happen to be said politician. Granted, I don't really like that term, given that I don't want to have my reputation suffer from being compared to the ones of the thieves and human-haters that flood the parliament. I am here to aid a small group of Elfen High students in carrying out some research in this area of Hell, personally. And you, mister?"

[Esternial]

"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.

Completely oblivious of what Fen had just been doing, instead staring at the ceiling for longer than a sober person could possibly pull off.

Satisfied with watching the ceiling, Emi turned around and gazed at her companion with glassy eyes. Fen looked rather tasty. Not her blood, mind you. Emi had made sure to ingest enough blood to still her thirst for that, at least, but her human part also had needs.

"Well, hello, hot stuff." She whispered seductively as she approached, having apparently regained control of the majority of her motor functions, but nobody knew how long this momentary lapse of pseudo-sobriety would last.

[Swith Witherward]

Completely oblivious of what Fen had just been doing, instead staring at the ceiling for longer than a sober person could possibly pull off.

Satisfied with watching the ceiling, Emi turned around and gazed at her companion with glassy eyes. Fen looked rather tasty. Not her blood, mind you. Emi had made sure to ingest enough blood to still her thirst for that, at least, but her human part also had needs.

"Well, hello, hot stuff." She whispered seductively as she approached, having apparently regained control of the majority of her motor functions, but nobody knew how long this momentary lapse of pseudo-sobriety would last.

Oh that look. Fen had seen it before. The expression in the eyes, the tell-tale movements of the head and mouth, and the purr. The Polynesian pursed her lips.

"Emi, I like you, but not that way."

Fen sighed and lowered her bundle. She did like Emi as a person, and the vampire was an intriguing individual, but Fen had baggage in the form of her own experiences that wouldn't make even a brief romp work. Rejection was something Fen understood, having been on the receiving end of it far too often, and she knew how painful it could be. "You're very attractive. I'm not some silly, inexperienced virgin, but I have an aversion to being touched. And, well, I don't swing that way. Not even curious about it. It makes me uncomfortable for that reason."

Fen bit her bottom lip and wondered if Anne Rice had ever considered writing Reasoning with a Drunk Vampire. She'd defend Emi. She'd respect her no matter what. She just wouldn't go to bed with her.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

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?"

"Azazel."

What person would NOT know this demon's face? Every single student in Heavensgate (and probably the whole world), starting from 2020, had learned of this demon, tyrannical ruler of Hell. Everyone knew that he was taken down and killed in Dis, everyone knew that this demon was dead.

How was he there in the flesh, speaking to her? How would he know her name, as the two have never met? How was this not an illusion, a trap? How could this be real?

The mind reels, spins, and tries to comprehend through the shock. But there was no answer there.

The most tyrannical ruler of the modern day, deceased for all they knew, sitting across the table from her, speaking to her, in the flesh, referring to her by name. How?

Divia stared. This was not possible, her mind said.

"You should not be alive."

"Difficult to be dead, when I'm inside everyone with tainted blood." Azazel noted calmly, sipping his tea. "And you know of the taint I speak of, Divia. You've worried about it often, and flee when questioned about it. The taint of the demon. I'm merely the logical conclusion of that culture. You are tainted. You know that, right? You've always known that." Azazel sipped his tea again.

"Bloody brilliant tea." He noted. "Try some, it'll calm your nerves a bit. No sense in rattling them. Should keep yourself composed, not showing weakness, because weakness is a sin. Your hair's a bit messy, but you do have a comb for that." he observed.

[Esternial]

Completely oblivious of what Fen had just been doing, instead staring at the ceiling for longer than a sober person could possibly pull off.

Satisfied with watching the ceiling, Emi turned around and gazed at her companion with glassy eyes. Fen looked rather tasty. Not her blood, mind you. Emi had made sure to ingest enough blood to still her thirst for that, at least, but her human part also had needs.

"Well, hello, hot stuff." She whispered seductively as she approached, having apparently regained control of the majority of her motor functions, but nobody knew how long this momentary lapse of pseudo-sobriety would last.

Oh that look. Fen had seen it before. The expression in the eyes, the tell-tale movements of the head and mouth, and the purr. The Polynesian pursed her lips.

"Emi, I like you, but not that way."

Fen sighed and lowered her bundle. She did like Emi as a person, and the vampire was an intriguing individual, but Fen had baggage in the form of her own experiences that wouldn't make even a brief romp work. Rejection was something Fen understood, having been on the receiving end of it far too often, and she knew how painful it could be. "You're very attractive. I'm not some silly, inexperienced virgin, but I have an aversion to being touched. And, well, I don't swing that way. Not even curious about it. It makes me uncomfortable for that reason."

Fen bit her bottom lip and wondered if Anne Rice had ever considered writing Reasoning with a Drunk Vampire. She'd defend Emi. She'd respect her no matter what. She just wouldn't go to bed with her.

Emi cast a drunken gaze onto Fen. Though the Polynesian girl did her best to explain her position without offending her, the drunk vampire hadn't really heard any of it. The entire time she stared and listened, though none of the words really registered inside her mind.

When Fen finished, Emi nodded, turned around and fell down, unconscious.

[Constaniana]

"Bloody hell, woman, we're not trying to kill these people," William said with alarm. "Can't we just chisel a bit off of one of the statue's skin? I can fix that without a problem; I doubt I can bring someone back when they're smashed to pieces." But given how Hilde felt about demons Sir Nilark reckoned she might not be too concerned about that problem. "After all, making the demons angry at us for killing one of them might lead to them murdering the humans here once we leave."

[Nude East Ireland]

"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.

"Oh, Mister Brazeneck! I heard a thing or two about you. I guess that I'll have the privilege of meeting one of the world's leading experts on the field of magics, I guess? And anyways, yes, I do happen to be said politician. Granted, I don't really like that term, given that I don't want to have my reputation suffer from being compared to the ones of the thieves and human-haters that flood the parliament. I am here to aid a small group of Elfen High students in carrying out some research in this area of Hell, personally. And you, mister?"

"We're on important, government-type business," Eamon replied. "But I suppose we could help each other. What type of research are you carrying out?"

---

Francois left for the church, and slowly opened the door. He stepped inside and looked around.

[Swith Witherward]

Emi cast a drunken gaze onto Fen. Though the Polynesian girl did her best to explain her position without offending her, the drunk vampire hadn't really heard any of it. The entire time she stared and listened, though none of the words really registered inside her mind.

When Fen finished, Emi nodded, turned around and fell down, unconscious.

Fen watched the little dust clouds settle back down around Emi's body. She doubted there was anything she could do for her other than make her comfortable, and being on her stomach at least meant she wouldn't choke on her own puke, if it came to that. She had nothing to cover her with. She checked her pulse, assumed it was normal and set the bottle-laden jacket close to her.

"I'll haul you back to the truck after I check for video equipment, alright?" she asked the unconscious vampire. "And then we'll get you loaded up with strong coffee and maybe something to eat."

Fairly certain that Emi would regenerate (because she hadn't be staked, naturally, and still had her head - oh Fen, you uneducated creature!), the Polynesian began exploring. If she could spot a camera, chances were good that there was a back office with recording equipment in it.

[Individuality-ness]

"Azazel."

What person would NOT know this demon's face? Every single student in Heavensgate (and probably the whole world), starting from 2020, had learned of this demon, tyrannical ruler of Hell. Everyone knew that he was taken down and killed in Dis, everyone knew that this demon was dead.

How was he there in the flesh, speaking to her? How would he know her name, as the two have never met? How was this not an illusion, a trap? How could this be real?

The mind reels, spins, and tries to comprehend through the shock. But there was no answer there.

The most tyrannical ruler of the modern day, deceased for all they knew, sitting across the table from her, speaking to her, in the flesh, referring to her by name. How?

Divia stared. This was not possible, her mind said.

"You should not be alive."

"Difficult to be dead, when I'm inside everyone with tainted blood." Azazel noted calmly, sipping his tea. "And you know of the taint I speak of, Divia. You've worried about it often, and flee when questioned about it. The taint of the demon. I'm merely the logical conclusion of that culture. You are tainted. You know that, right? You've always known that." Azazel sipped his tea again.

"Bloody brilliant tea." He noted. "Try some, it'll calm your nerves a bit. No sense in rattling them. Should keep yourself composed, not showing weakness, because weakness is a sin. Your hair's a bit messy, but you do have a comb for that." he observed.

If nightmares could take shape, this would be it. In Divia's mind, she believed—no, she knew—that Azazel was God. And He hated her, because she was unworthy. Judgment Day has begun, and she has learned that she was not good enough. The Calvinists were right.

Because Azazel/God told her to, she quickly took out a brush and brushed her hair with rapid strokes. The faster she went, the more messier it got, and the faster she went, trying to still all of the flyaways and get it to calm down. She must succeed, she must. Cleanliness and neatness was godliness, after all, and isn't that what all angels are supposed to do?

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Emi cast a drunken gaze onto Fen. Though the Polynesian girl did her best to explain her position without offending her, the drunk vampire hadn't really heard any of it. The entire time she stared and listened, though none of the words really registered inside her mind.

When Fen finished, Emi nodded, turned around and fell down, unconscious.

Fen watched the little dust clouds settle back down around Emi's body. She doubted there was anything she could do for her other than make her comfortable, and being on her stomach at least meant she wouldn't choke on her own puke, if it came to that. She had nothing to cover her with. She checked her pulse, assumed it was normal and set the bottle-laden jacket close to her.

"I'll haul you back to the truck after I check for video equipment, alright?" she asked the unconscious vampire. "And then we'll get you loaded up with strong coffee and maybe something to eat."

Fairly certain that Emi would regenerate (because she hadn't be staked, naturally, and still had her head - oh Fen, you uneducated creature!), the Polynesian began exploring. If she could spot a camera, chances were good that there was a back office with recording equipment in it.

"She tried to drink some demon beer?" Henry asked, clucking his tongue. "Dangerous stuff, especially for a human." He noted. "Found anything?"

Fen would feel something vibrating below her. If she looked down, she'd see a tile that looked just slightly different from the rest, being paler. She nay be able to pull it out of the ground.

[Swith Witherward]

"She tried to drink some demon beer?" Henry asked, clucking his tongue. "Dangerous stuff, especially for a human." He noted. "Found anything?"

Fen would feel something vibrating below her. If she looked down, she'd see a tile that looked just slightly different from the rest, being paler. She nay be able to pull it out of the ground.

"She did indeed. I suppose William's warning didn't take root?"

Fen sincerely hoped the demon wouldn't judge her for pilfering bottles. She hadn't realized he was there. Then again, she could make it up to him by offering a drink once all was said and done. She looked at the ground, just a little ashamed to have stolen from his fellow beings (well, no, just a little ashamed at possibly being caught stealing) and noticed the odd-colored tile.

"Eh?" she murmured and squatted down to examine it more closely. Perhaps it lead to some sort of tunnel or room? Well, it had to lead to something or it wouldn't have been in the post above, she thought as she broke the fourth wall. Her writer was obviously suffering from a bit of sleep deprivation.

She tried to wrap her fingernails around it and cursed as one snapped. Next, she tried a knife edge. That seemed to do the trick. She glanced at Henry and then carefully pulled the tile up.

[Vesperis]

"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."

And Lana sat, on the ground, legs crossed like a schoolgirl. A rhino had caught on fire, and now was exploded. If she didn't know any better, she would think that the Fae were worse troll a than the school. But nobody out-trolls the school. She yanked her hoodie over her face and made a noise halfway between a scream and a groan before pulling it back. She walked over to the girl, Alice, and her lizard, staring the little green fucker straight in the face.

"I keep forgetting that I don't have a choice, yes? I suppose if Miss Jades goes well I have to follow." She gestured at her now red headed teacher.

[Agritum]

"Bloody hell, woman, we're not trying to kill these people," William said with alarm. "Can't we just chisel a bit off of one of the statue's skin? I can fix that without a problem; I doubt I can bring someone back when they're smashed to pieces." But given how Hilde felt about demons Sir Nilark reckoned she might not be too concerned about that problem. "After all, making the demons angry at us for killing one of them might lead to them murdering the humans here once we leave."

Hilde threw the chair against William, before adjusting her cap and addressing Eamon.

"Oh, Mister Brazeneck! I heard a thing or two about you. I guess that I'll have the privilege of meeting one of the world's leading experts on the field of magics, I guess? And anyways, yes, I do happen to be said politician. Granted, I don't really like that term, given that I don't want to have my reputation suffer from being compared to the ones of the thieves and human-haters that flood the parliament. I am here to aid a small group of Elfen High students in carrying out some research in this area of Hell, personally. And you, mister?"

"We're on important, government-type business," Eamon replied. "But I suppose we could help each other. What type of research are you carrying out?"

---

Francois left for the church, and slowly opened the door. He stepped inside and looked around.

"We are trying to discover the exact nature of the petrification spell or alchemical bound that was put on these hapless citizens and the hellspawn around them. I was just about to remove a sample from one of the hellspawn statues before you and Mr Brazeneck arrived, Sir. Care to help me in doing that, then?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Difficult to be dead, when I'm inside everyone with tainted blood." Azazel noted calmly, sipping his tea. "And you know of the taint I speak of, Divia. You've worried about it often, and flee when questioned about it. The taint of the demon. I'm merely the logical conclusion of that culture. You are tainted. You know that, right? You've always known that." Azazel sipped his tea again.

"Bloody brilliant tea." He noted. "Try some, it'll calm your nerves a bit. No sense in rattling them. Should keep yourself composed, not showing weakness, because weakness is a sin. Your hair's a bit messy, but you do have a comb for that." he observed.

If nightmares could take shape, this would be it. In Divia's mind, she believed—no, she knew—that Azazel was God. And He hated her, because she was unworthy. Judgment Day has begun, and she has learned that she was not good enough. The Calvinists were right.

Because Azazel/God told her to, she quickly took out a brush and brushed her hair with rapid strokes. The faster she went, the more messier it got, and the faster she went, trying to still all of the flyaways and get it to calm down. She must succeed, she must. Cleanliness and neatness was godliness, after all, and isn't that what all angels are supposed to do?

Azazel just raised an eyebrow. "Quite obvious, after all, that you are indeed flawed-" Then the image would find itself fading away and ripping apart, so that Divia would see demons attacking and invading Heavensgate, the invasion of ten years ago. She may remember it to some extent as a child. But now she saw it from the perspective of a demon, attacking, rampaging, killing.

The image faded back to Azazel calmly sipping tea and watching her fix her hair.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"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."

"I'm afraid I can't." the other man apologised. "I'm just a memory, I should not be here. I'm rapidly fading as it is. But you're a memory as well. Not real, just conjured up from what Megan knows. So I'm going to change scenes to the other person in this scenario..."

---

Megan would snap back into reality briefly, before being yanked back into the dreamstate.

---

She awoke now, laying on a mattress on the ground. If she felt her stomach, she'd feel an extremely familiar sensation, one she had felt twice already. If she looked into a nearby mirror, she wouldn't even recognise herself - right now there was a pale and dark haired woman in the glass, not her own self. She was in a different memory, a memory of the other person in the dreamstate...

The door opened, and a handsome young man walked in, giving her a tight smile. "Hello, Leah." he said, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking exhausted. "I set up the defences around the village. Hopefully it'll be kept safe for the rest of the month. How are you doing?" he asked, with a meaningful glance at her stomach. "Are you OK?"

The voice was quite caring and considerate, the face was youthful and largely unworried, the eyes were innocent and calm - but the man was unrecognisable. Aleister Crowley.

[Individuality-ness]

If nightmares could take shape, this would be it. In Divia's mind, she believed—no, she knew—that Azazel was God. And He hated her, because she was unworthy. Judgment Day has begun, and she has learned that she was not good enough. The Calvinists were right.

Because Azazel/God told her to, she quickly took out a brush and brushed her hair with rapid strokes. The faster she went, the more messier it got, and the faster she went, trying to still all of the flyaways and get it to calm down. She must succeed, she must. Cleanliness and neatness was godliness, after all, and isn't that what all angels are supposed to do?

Azazel just raised an eyebrow. "Quite obvious, after all, that you are indeed flawed-" Then the image would find itself fading away and ripping apart, so that Divia would see demons attacking and invading Heavensgate, the invasion of ten years ago. She may remember it to some extent as a child. But now she saw it from the perspective of a demon, attacking, rampaging, killing.

The image faded back to Azazel calmly sipping tea and watching her fix her hair.

One moment, she was sitting in a chair, brushing her hair like mad.

The next moment, she was in Heavensgate. In her hands was a torch full of fire… and she was setting a building on fire.

The moment that the building caught on fire, she felt a sense of pride. The back of her head knew that this was wrong, but the demon's mind that she was inhabiting cared little for other people's property.

She watched as it burned, the fire getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke getting darker and darker. Then she heard a scream, crying out for help, someone, please.

In the window was a young lady, screaming. In her arms was a young child. "Help!"

The demon grew angry, he threw the torch full of fire at the window, and it hit the child in the face, setting the child's clothes on fire. The young woman began to scream, dropping the child out the window.

The child fell to the ground, fire streaming from its clothes. When it hit the ground with a sickening thud, the demon felt a surge of joy. The demon had killed the child, and this was good.

Divia reeled back in horror at the emotion, and suddenly she was back into the room, having fallen backwards onto the floor. The task of brushig her hair forgotten, she scrambled up from the ground and ran torwards the door.

"No! No, no, no! Let me out, let me out, let me out!" Divia screamed.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"She tried to drink some demon beer?" Henry asked, clucking his tongue. "Dangerous stuff, especially for a human." He noted. "Found anything?"

Fen would feel something vibrating below her. If she looked down, she'd see a tile that looked just slightly different from the rest, being paler. She nay be able to pull it out of the ground.

"She did indeed. I suppose William's warning didn't take root?"

Fen sincerely hoped the demon wouldn't judge her for pilfering bottles. She hadn't realized he was there. Then again, she could make it up to him by offering a drink once all was said and done. She looked at the ground, just a little ashamed to have stolen from his fellow beings (well, no, just a little ashamed at possibly being caught stealing) and noticed the odd-colored tile.

"Eh?" she murmured and squatted down to examine it more closely. Perhaps it lead to some sort of tunnel or room? Well, it had to lead to something or it wouldn't have been in the post above, she thought as she broke the fourth wall. Her writer was obviously suffering from a bit of sleep deprivation.

She tried to wrap her fingernails around it and cursed as one snapped. Next, she tried a knife edge. That seemed to do the trick. She glanced at Henry and then carefully pulled the tile up.

Henry didn't seem to particularly care that Fen had been stealing. Instead, he watched her pull the tile up. For a minute, nothing happened. Then, two feet away from her, a small hole simply opened up in the ground. She and Emi would be able to fit through it, but Henry was too big to do so. It was unsure where the hole led to - it was quite dark.

Henry reached into his backpack and pulled out two torches. "Turn them on to navigate in the dark." he instructed Fen. "Now, let me check something first..." He took out a pencil and dropped it in the hole. A few seconds later, they heard it fall to the ground, so the distance wasn't too deep and they would not die if they went in.

Henry frowned. "Should I awaken the Walloon? She is intoxicated, but I can use some magic to somewhat relieve that effect. I can't accompany you down there, my size is too big. But she could be of aid if you need it. I will provide you with a mobile phone in order to maintain communications. Just search around, see what you can find."

[Swith Witherward]

Henry didn't seem to particularly care that Fen had been stealing. Instead, he watched her pull the tile up. For a minute, nothing happened. Then, two feet away from her, a small hole simply opened up in the ground. She and Emi would be able to fit through it, but Henry was too big to do so. It was unsure where the hole led to - it was quite dark.

Henry reached into his backpack and pulled out two torches. "Turn them on to navigate in the dark." he instructed Fen. "Now, let me check something first..." He took out a pencil and dropped it in the hole. A few seconds later, they heard it fall to the ground, so the distance wasn't too deep and they would not die if they went in.

Henry frowned. "Should I awaken the Walloon? She is intoxicated, but I can use some magic to somewhat relieve that effect. I can't accompany you down there, my size is too big. But she could be of aid if you need it. I will provide you with a mobile phone in order to maintain communications. Just search around, see what you can find."

Fen accepted a torch and gathered up her bundle but she was a bit confused by the word "Walloon". She withheld the question, however. The hardest realization was that she'd be crawling into an unknown space without the demon there as a guide. Everything she's assumed about hell was wrong, and that was dangerous when traveling in unfamiliar territory.

"The phone would be appreciated, thanks. I'd like Emi to be a bit more sober, please. She's my friend but she's not much help when she's plastered. And, um - any tips? Anything I need to know once we're down there?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Henry didn't seem to particularly care that Fen had been stealing. Instead, he watched her pull the tile up. For a minute, nothing happened. Then, two feet away from her, a small hole simply opened up in the ground. She and Emi would be able to fit through it, but Henry was too big to do so. It was unsure where the hole led to - it was quite dark.

Henry reached into his backpack and pulled out two torches. "Turn them on to navigate in the dark." he instructed Fen. "Now, let me check something first..." He took out a pencil and dropped it in the hole. A few seconds later, they heard it fall to the ground, so the distance wasn't too deep and they would not die if they went in.

Henry frowned. "Should I awaken the Walloon? She is intoxicated, but I can use some magic to somewhat relieve that effect. I can't accompany you down there, my size is too big. But she could be of aid if you need it. I will provide you with a mobile phone in order to maintain communications. Just search around, see what you can find."

Fen accepted a torch and gathered up her bundle but she was a bit confused by the word "Walloon". She withheld the question, however. The hardest realization was that she'd be crawling into an unknown space without the demon there as a guide. Everything she's assumed about hell was wrong, and that was dangerous when traveling in unfamiliar territory.

"The phone would be appreciated, thanks. I'd like Emi to be a bit more sober, please. She's my friend but she's not much help when she's plastered. And, um - any tips? Anything I need to know once we're down there?"

Henry proceeded to pick Emi up like she was a baby and spanked her four times. Magic energy burst from his hand as he did so, and alcohol spewed from Emi's mouth to the floor. She'd also wake up now. Henry picked up a nearby napkin for her to wipe her mouth with, setting her back on the ground.

He frowned. "What advice? Well, just keep an eye open. Keep your hands on your phone and your light. Stay together. Don't do anything too rash, and run back here and call me at the slightest sign of danger."

[Esternial]

Fen accepted a torch and gathered up her bundle but she was a bit confused by the word "Walloon". She withheld the question, however. The hardest realization was that she'd be crawling into an unknown space without the demon there as a guide. Everything she's assumed about hell was wrong, and that was dangerous when traveling in unfamiliar territory.

"The phone would be appreciated, thanks. I'd like Emi to be a bit more sober, please. She's my friend but she's not much help when she's plastered. And, um - any tips? Anything I need to know once we're down there?"

Henry proceeded to pick Emi up like she was a baby and spanked her four times. Magic energy burst from his hand as he did so, and alcohol spewed from Emi's mouth to the floor. She'd also wake up now. Henry picked up a nearby napkin for her to wipe her mouth with, setting her back on the ground.

He frowned. "What advice? Well, just keep an eye open. Keep your hands on your phone and your light. Stay together. Don't do anything too rash, and run back here and call me at the slightest sign of danger."

After a bout of violent projective vomiting, Emi woke up and gave Henry a look of gratitude as she took the napkin. She was well aware as to how Henry alleviated her drunken state, mainly a deduction from the pain.

Thanks to Henry's cure, Emi's blood alcohol level was now within acceptable parameters, which meant she could henceforth operate mind and body completely.

"So I guess we have to go down there?" Emi remarked, pointing at the hole, immediately raising another subject in order to disregard what little she remembered from her drunken episode.

[Nationstatelandsville]

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."

"I'm afraid I can't." the other man apologised. "I'm just a memory, I should not be here. I'm rapidly fading as it is. But you're a memory as well. Not real, just conjured up from what Megan knows. So I'm going to change scenes to the other person in this scenario..."

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Megan would snap back into reality briefly, before being yanked back into the dreamstate.

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She awoke now, laying on a mattress on the ground. If she felt her stomach, she'd feel an extremely familiar sensation, one she had felt twice already. If she looked into a nearby mirror, she wouldn't even recognise herself - right now there was a pale and dark haired woman in the glass, not her own self. She was in a different memory, a memory of the other person in the dreamstate...

The door opened, and a handsome young man walked in, giving her a tight smile. "Hello, Leah." he said, sitting down in a nearby chair and looking exhausted. "I set up the defences around the village. Hopefully it'll be kept safe for the rest of the month. How are you doing?" he asked, with a meaningful glance at her stomach. "Are you OK?"

The voice was quite caring and considerate, the face was youthful and largely unworried, the eyes were innocent and calm - but the man was unrecognisable. Aleister Crowley.

Megan then vomited in her mouth.

After a moment, she decided her point would get across better if she vomited in Crowley's face, which she did.

"FIX ME, YOU HOGWARTS PORN PARODY!" she howled, at both past and present Crowleys.

She froze, her pale skin turning paler for a moment, as something clicked in her head. Hesitantly, she stood up and touched a hand to her stomach.

"Oh my God," she said, "this is your child. Crowley, I-"

She soured again, "Who the fuck let you procreate?"

[Swith Witherward]

Henry proceeded to pick Emi up like she was a baby and spanked her four times. Magic energy burst from his hand as he did so, and alcohol spewed from Emi's mouth to the floor. She'd also wake up now. Henry picked up a nearby napkin for her to wipe her mouth with, setting her back on the ground.

He frowned. "What advice? Well, just keep an eye open. Keep your hands on your phone and your light. Stay together. Don't do anything too rash, and run back here and call me at the slightest sign of danger."

After a bout of violent projective vomiting, Emi woke up and gave Henry a look of gratitude as she took the napkin. She was well aware as to how Henry alleviated her drunken state, mainly a deduction from the pain.

Thanks to Henry's cure, Emi's blood alcohol level was now within acceptable parameters, which meant she could henceforth operate mind and body completely.

"So I guess we have to go down there?" Emi remarked, pointing at the hole, immediately raising another subject in order to disregard what little she remembered from her drunken episode.

Fen firmly avowed to never get drunk enough to require Henry's magical touch. The small whistling sound of his hand rending air as he swatted Emi's round bottom was frightening enough, but the fountain of stomach contents cemented the whole thing for her. She supposed it was better than slapping her face to expel things from the other end. It certainly put a dampener on her curiosity regarding bedroom frolics with his species.

"Yeeah," she breathed in answer to Emi's question, "Feel better now? We're going down the hole."

She handed the extra torch to Emi and nodded to the demon. "Thanks for curing her, Henry."

[Constaniana]

The chair was easily caught by Sir Nilark, who calmly set it down on the floor.

"I've survived much more dangerous things than flying chairs, darling," He replied. "You know what, I'll go ahead and get the sample bit for you." William took out the Adamantite dagger he had received ten years ago from Dwarven High's Pierre and began trying to chisel a small hunk of one of the demon statue's skin off.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Azazel just raised an eyebrow. "Quite obvious, after all, that you are indeed flawed-" Then the image would find itself fading away and ripping apart, so that Divia would see demons attacking and invading Heavensgate, the invasion of ten years ago. She may remember it to some extent as a child. But now she saw it from the perspective of a demon, attacking, rampaging, killing.

The image faded back to Azazel calmly sipping tea and watching her fix her hair.

One moment, she was sitting in a chair, brushing her hair like mad.

The next moment, she was in Heavensgate. In her hands was a torch full of fire… and she was setting a building on fire.

The moment that the building caught on fire, she felt a sense of pride. The back of her head knew that this was wrong, but the demon's mind that she was inhabiting cared little for other people's property.

She watched as it burned, the fire getting bigger and bigger, and the smoke getting darker and darker. Then she heard a scream, crying out for help, someone, please.

In the window was a young lady, screaming. In her arms was a young child. "Help!"

The demon grew angry, he threw the torch full of fire at the window, and it hit the child in the face, setting the child's clothes on fire. The young woman began to scream, dropping the child out the window.

The child fell to the ground, fire streaming from its clothes. When it hit the ground with a sickening thud, the demon felt a surge of joy. The demon had killed the child, and this was good.

Divia reeled back in horror at the emotion, and suddenly she was back into the room, having fallen backwards onto the floor. The task of brushig her hair forgotten, she scrambled up from the ground and ran torwards the door.

"No! No, no, no! Let me out, let me out, let me out!" Divia screamed.

This is where Francois, NEI's character, would stumble upon the scene and see the two black female angels standing over Divia, who was strapped into a chair and screaming at what appeared to be thin air. He may recognise her as some Elfen High student. He should do something about that.

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Azazel merely sipped his tea. "Why not ask your God for help?" he suggested lazily.