Elfen High 2: Gotterdammerung

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"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.

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?"

Crowley's eyes changed, becoming harder and tougher. "Why the fuck." he said slowly. "Are you in this memory? You should not be here, Megan. This is not where you should be, this is an important memory for me. This is right before everything went wrong." That last line was much more quiet. He then raised his voice. "Now, I'm going to rip you right out of here, you understand? Your part in this surgery, as far as I'm concerned, has ended. I'll try to do it myself from here, regardless of whether we die. But your role has ended. Don't dare speak of this to anyone."

Of course, things can't go forever right, as Megan would notice that her (or Leah's) right arm was becoming steel.

[Individuality-ness]

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.

---

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

"You heathen," Divia spat out in anger. "How dare you refer to His Greatness? You're Hellspawn, demon. You are unworthy of speaking His name, not with what you have done."

She clung onto the premise of moral superiority, for it was the one thing she had over this demon, the ex-ruler of Hell. Knowing that she was better than Azazel was good, and he made her even more angry just by existing.

"You are a worthless specimen. I hope that He had your soul salted and burned into the ground!" Divia screamed.

---

Out in the real world, Divia was becoming more and more mad, or so it seemed. She screamed into empty air, and her eyes were blazing with life. Her anger was so great that the chair that she was sitting on shook.

[Nationstatelandsville]

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?"

Crowley's eyes changed, becoming harder and tougher. "Why the fuck." he said slowly. "Are you in this memory? You should not be here, Megan. This is not where you should be, this is an important memory for me. This is right before everything went wrong." That last line was much more quiet. He then raised his voice. "Now, I'm going to rip you right out of here, you understand? Your part in this surgery, as far as I'm concerned, has ended. I'll try to do it myself from here, regardless of whether we die. But your role has ended. Don't dare speak of this to anyone."

Of course, things can't go forever right, as Megan would notice that her (or Leah's) right arm was becoming steel.

Megan widened eyes and pursed her lips, gesturing at her arm.

In case that wasn't explicit enough, she screamed.

"END THIS NOW!" she demanded, "So, help me God, Crowley - I have children! Do you want them orphaned?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley's eyes changed, becoming harder and tougher. "Why the fuck." he said slowly. "Are you in this memory? You should not be here, Megan. This is not where you should be, this is an important memory for me. This is right before everything went wrong." That last line was much more quiet. He then raised his voice. "Now, I'm going to rip you right out of here, you understand? Your part in this surgery, as far as I'm concerned, has ended. I'll try to do it myself from here, regardless of whether we die. But your role has ended. Don't dare speak of this to anyone."

Of course, things can't go forever right, as Megan would notice that her (or Leah's) right arm was becoming steel.

Megan widened eyes and pursed her lips, gesturing at her arm.

In case that wasn't explicit enough, she screamed.

"END THIS NOW!" she demanded, "So, help me God, Crowley - I have children! Do you want them orphaned?"

"I agree." Crowley said curtly, grabbing Megan's other hand and blinking.

Nothing happened.

Crowley blinked again, this time muttering "Jelo jelo, jeldi jelo..." under his breath, a magic spell to help the process.

Nothing. If the situation wasn't so serious, this would be very funny in a way.

Crowley's face turned very pale. "Oh holy fuck. I don't think I'm in control anymore. Someone else is - we can't bloody leave. And this is not a good memory to be in right now. Oh fuck." he muttered again, just sitting down and placing his head in hands.

[Esternial]

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."

Emi, still rather queasy from the whole ordeal, simply nodded and took point, cautiously descending down the hole with her torch lit; hopefully it wasn't too cramped down there.

[Nude East Ireland]

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.

---

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

"You heathen," Divia spat out in anger. "How dare you refer to His Greatness? You're Hellspawn, demon. You are unworthy of speaking His name, not with what you have done."

She clung onto the premise of moral superiority, for it was the one thing she had over this demon, the ex-ruler of Hell. Knowing that she was better than Azazel was good, and he made her even more angry just by existing.

"You are a worthless specimen. I hope that He had your soul salted and burned into the ground!" Divia screamed.

---

Out in the real world, Divia was becoming more and more mad, or so it seemed. She screamed into empty air, and her eyes were blazing with life. Her anger was so great that the chair that she was sitting on shook.

"Hey!" Francois yelled, as he ran over to her. "You're from Elfen High, right? Hey, are you alright?"

He slapped Divia for good measure.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Azazel merely laughed as Divia snapped out of the dreamstate. "Try to fight your nature all you want, you'll fail in the end." he chuckled. Then Divia woke up, seeing Francois. The two angels were gone, having disappeared.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"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.

"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?"

"Sure." Brazeneck shrugged. "Just take some off, see what's happened." he said. "Do you have any protective clothing, like gloves? Might be good to put those on, just in case."

[Individuality-ness]

Azazel merely laughed as Divia snapped out of the dreamstate. "Try to fight your nature all you want, you'll fail in the end." he chuckled. Then Divia woke up, seeing Francois. The two angels were gone, having disappeared.

And then she woke up.

Except that she hadn't realized that the vision had ended, so she ended up screaming into Francois's face.

"I hope God burned your soul in deeper Hell!"

[Agritum]

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



"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?"

"Sure." Brazeneck shrugged. "Just take some off, see what's happened." he said. "Do you have any protective clothing, like gloves? Might be good to put those on, just in case."

"In fact, I do have gloves." Hilde replied, pointing to her black leather ones. She promptly took the piece of rock from William's hands, and began to examine it. "As expected, there are traces of spent magic, most likely used to achieve said petrification. But that was kinda obvious. Instead, I am trying to discover the exact origin of said spell, including the caster..."

Hilde continued examining the rock, trying to find an answer to her questions. Her intelligence kicked in for that.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Megan widened eyes and pursed her lips, gesturing at her arm.

In case that wasn't explicit enough, she screamed.

"END THIS NOW!" she demanded, "So, help me God, Crowley - I have children! Do you want them orphaned?"

"I agree." Crowley said curtly, grabbing Megan's other hand and blinking.

Nothing happened.

Crowley blinked again, this time muttering "Jelo jelo, jeldi jelo..." under his breath, a magic spell to help the process.

Nothing. If the situation wasn't so serious, this would be very funny in a way.

Crowley's face turned very pale. "Oh holy fuck. I don't think I'm in control anymore. Someone else is - we can't bloody leave. And this is not a good memory to be in right now. Oh fuck." he muttered again, just sitting down and placing his head in hands.

Megan sighed loudly and threw an arm around Crowley's shoulder.

"Well, if we die," she said, "at least we die together. By which I mean that I'm taking you down with me, you insufferable cunt."

She frowned, "And I am sorry. I... I get the feeling I know what's about to happen."

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"Sure." Brazeneck shrugged. "Just take some off, see what's happened." he said. "Do you have any protective clothing, like gloves? Might be good to put those on, just in case."

"In fact, I do have gloves." Hilde replied, pointing to her black leather ones. She promptly took the piece of rock from William's hands, and began to examine it. "As expected, there are traces of spent magic, most likely used to achieve said petrification. But that was kinda obvious. Instead, I am trying to discover the exact origin of said spell, including the caster..."

Hilde continued examining the rock, trying to find an answer to her questions. Her intelligence kicked in for that.

The rock wasn't actually formed by a magic spell.

It was a bit more sinister than that, actually. Hilde would see there was a sort of bacteria, an organism that was changing these people to stone. They were still perfectly alive, but this bacteria covering them had frozen them into rock.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"I agree." Crowley said curtly, grabbing Megan's other hand and blinking.

Nothing happened.

Crowley blinked again, this time muttering "Jelo jelo, jeldi jelo..." under his breath, a magic spell to help the process.

Nothing. If the situation wasn't so serious, this would be very funny in a way.

Crowley's face turned very pale. "Oh holy fuck. I don't think I'm in control anymore. Someone else is - we can't bloody leave. And this is not a good memory to be in right now. Oh fuck." he muttered again, just sitting down and placing his head in hands.

Megan sighed loudly and threw an arm around Crowley's shoulder.

"Well, if we die," she said, "at least we die together. By which I mean that I'm taking you down with me, you insufferable cunt."

She frowned, "And I am sorry. I... I get the feeling I know what's about to happen."

"So do I." said Crowley simply and calmly. "I've relived this moment every day for a very long time. Longer than you can even comprehend." Outside the hut, angels smashed into the ground, leaving craters and flame. Out of the fire they would walk out, physically perfect and imposing. Crowley took a deep breath, walking outside. "Alright." Then he blinked. "That's it. That's my plan. Alright, this will be very interesting...Megan, do you trust me?" he asked, turning suddenly to her. "Because right now, I'm going to need your full trust. Our lives very much depend on it. So think about that, pause...and then agree that you trust me, otherwise we'll all die."

Then Crowley started removing his shirt and pants, as well as throwing off his undergarments. "Take off your clothes." he ordered. "I'm going to do something really stupid."

[Agritum]

"In fact, I do have gloves." Hilde replied, pointing to her black leather ones. She promptly took the piece of rock from William's hands, and began to examine it. "As expected, there are traces of spent magic, most likely used to achieve said petrification. But that was kinda obvious. Instead, I am trying to discover the exact origin of said spell, including the caster..."

Hilde continued examining the rock, trying to find an answer to her questions. Her intelligence kicked in for that.

The rock wasn't actually formed by a magic spell.

It was a bit more sinister than that, actually. Hilde would see there was a sort of bacteria, an organism that was changing these people to stone. They were still perfectly alive, but this bacteria covering them had frozen them into rock.

"Let me correct myself, sir. The magic traces actually don't come from a spell but from a...lifeform. While I did think that the petrification could have also been due to a natural ability of a particular being rather than being a spell I didn't expect to discover that, apparently, such petrification has been carried out by...bacteria."

Hilde promptly dropped the piece of rock down, promptly kicking it away. "We should get out of this place ASAP, unless we want to suffer the same fate as the humans and hellspawn petrified in this room! And take provisions to quarantine the whole town: this thing could easily reproduce and cause an outbreak in the surroundings.

[Nude East Ireland]

Azazel merely laughed as Divia snapped out of the dreamstate. "Try to fight your nature all you want, you'll fail in the end." he chuckled. Then Divia woke up, seeing Francois. The two angels were gone, having disappeared.

And then she woke up.

Except that she hadn't realized that the vision had ended, so she ended up screaming into Francois's face.

"I hope God burned your soul in deeper Hell!"

Fracois stood silent. "Well... alright then," he replied. He sighed.

"Are you alright? Were you hallucinating or something?"

[Individuality-ness]

And then she woke up.

Except that she hadn't realized that the vision had ended, so she ended up screaming into Francois's face.

"I hope God burned your soul in deeper Hell!"

Fracois stood silent. "Well... alright then," he replied. He sighed.

"Are you alright? Were you hallucinating or something?"

She blinked, and finally she noticed Francois was standing there, in place of where Azazel was.

"Oh no, I'm sorry!" Divia cried out, face contorted with horror "I did not mean to curse you, you are an innocent, not some demon Hellspawn."

[Nude East Ireland]

Fracois stood silent. "Well... alright then," he replied. He sighed.

"Are you alright? Were you hallucinating or something?"

She blinked, and finally she noticed Francois was standing there, in place of where Azazel was.

"Oh no, I'm sorry!" Divia cried out, face contorted with horror "I did not mean to curse you, you are an innocent, not some demon Hellspawn."

"I'm not a Hellspawn? Oh fuck, my whole life is a lie!"

Francois laughed for a bit. "Sorry, I'm joking. I'm Francois Dubois, and I'm a member of the faculty at Faerie University. You're from Elfen High, right? What are you doing here?"

[Individuality-ness]

She blinked, and finally she noticed Francois was standing there, in place of where Azazel was.

"Oh no, I'm sorry!" Divia cried out, face contorted with horror "I did not mean to curse you, you are an innocent, not some demon Hellspawn."

"I'm not a Hellspawn? Oh fuck, my whole life is a lie!"

Francois laughed for a bit. "Sorry, I'm joking. I'm Francois Dubois, and I'm a member of the faculty at Faerie University. You're from Elfen High, right? What are you doing here?"

Divia blanched. Another demon here to torment her?

Then she heard Francois laugh, and state that it was a joke. She relaxed a little. Then he asked her why she was here, and her mind blanked. She had no idea why she was here of all places.

"I... I don't know. Why am I here?"

[Nude East Ireland]

The rock wasn't actually formed by a magic spell.

It was a bit more sinister than that, actually. Hilde would see there was a sort of bacteria, an organism that was changing these people to stone. They were still perfectly alive, but this bacteria covering them had frozen them into rock.

"Let me correct myself, sir. The magic traces actually don't come from a spell but from a...lifeform. While I did think that the petrification could have also been due to a natural ability of a particular being rather than being a spell I didn't expect to discover that, apparently, such petrification has been carried out by...bacteria."

Hilde promptly dropped the piece of rock down, promptly kicking it away. "We should get out of this place ASAP, unless we want to suffer the same fate as the humans and hellspawn petrified in this room! And take provisions to quarantine the whole town: this thing could easily reproduce and cause an outbreak in the surroundings.

Eamon pulled a gun from his jacket. "Well, shit. This is bad. We should get to Francois before something happens."

A creature? A dangerous creature? Fuck. This day was just getting worse and worse.

[Swith Witherward]

Emi, still rather queasy from the whole ordeal, simply nodded and took point, cautiously descending down the hole with her torch lit; hopefully it wasn't too cramped down there.

Fen knelt at the edge, flicked the torch on and aimed it down the hole to give Emi some light. She'd have to wait for the Walloon to get to the bottom before squeezing down after her.

"If you see something, give a shout," she said. She peered into the darkness in the hope of making out what was down there.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Emi, still rather queasy from the whole ordeal, simply nodded and took point, cautiously descending down the hole with her torch lit; hopefully it wasn't too cramped down there.

Fen knelt at the edge, flicked the torch on and aimed it down the hole to give Emi some light. She'd have to wait for the Walloon to get to the bottom before squeezing down after her.

"If you see something, give a shout," she said. She peered into the darkness in the hope of making out what was down there.

She merely saw the cold, rock floor. There was, however, another door visible at the edges. There was a room that had been dug down there, though the purpose of it was unknown. It was a room that was scarce in any furniture or material, and was merely four walls, a door and a floor. There was, however, a flash of light from behind the door, before the light flickered off.

Henry blinked. "Well...clearly that was something. Is there another party down there? Was there anyone here before I came in?" Henry had been checking a few other town buildings for life or survivors, and had been disappointed to find there were none, so he entered the pub a minute or two after Emi and Fen.

[Swith Witherward]

She merely saw the cold, rock floor. There was, however, another door visible at the edges. There was a room that had been dug down there, though the purpose of it was unknown. It was a room that was scarce in any furniture or material, and was merely four walls, a door and a floor. There was, however, a flash of light from behind the door, before the light flickered off.

Henry blinked. "Well...clearly that was something. Is there another party down there? Was there anyone here before I came in?" Henry had been checking a few other town buildings for life or survivors, and had been disappointed to find there were none, so he entered the pub a minute or two after Emi and Fen.

"Not that I'm aware of, Henry, but Emi came into the bar first," Fen replied as she squeezed though the hold and dropped down next to her.

She studied the door from that location, hesitant to approach. "Maybe it's a TV?" She'd seen only one in her entire life, a black and white model that showed Adventures of the Seaspray and The Magic Boomerang reruns around the clock. That "idiot box" flickered constantly, an alien glow that hurt her eyes. Why would anyone stare at such shit?

She looked at the floor to see if it was study and then to Emi. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to press our ears against the wood? But then what? Do you want me to open the door, or do you want to open the door and I smite anything scary with ice?"

[Constaniana]

The rock wasn't actually formed by a magic spell.

It was a bit more sinister than that, actually. Hilde would see there was a sort of bacteria, an organism that was changing these people to stone. They were still perfectly alive, but this bacteria covering them had frozen them into rock.

"Let me correct myself, sir. The magic traces actually don't come from a spell but from a...lifeform. While I did think that the petrification could have also been due to a natural ability of a particular being rather than being a spell I didn't expect to discover that, apparently, such petrification has been carried out by...bacteria."

Hilde promptly dropped the piece of rock down, promptly kicking it away. "We should get out of this place ASAP, unless we want to suffer the same fate as the humans and hellspawn petrified in this room! And take provisions to quarantine the whole town: this thing could easily reproduce and cause an outbreak in the surroundings.

"Why does this sound like a Doctor Who episode?" Said William. "So, where is Francois, then?"

[Nude East Ireland]

"I'm not a Hellspawn? Oh fuck, my whole life is a lie!"

Francois laughed for a bit. "Sorry, I'm joking. I'm Francois Dubois, and I'm a member of the faculty at Faerie University. You're from Elfen High, right? What are you doing here?"

Divia blanched. Another demon here to torment her?

Then she heard Francois laugh, and state that it was a joke. She relaxed a little. Then he asked her why she was here, and her mind blanked. She had no idea why she was here of all places.

"I... I don't know. Why am I here?"

"I have no idea," he replied. "I'm here with my friend Henry and a student - both from FU."

He sighed, and got her out of her chair. "We're investigating events that have occurred at the Taoiseach's summer home here in Hell. Fucking bureaucrats, but these kind of things have an effect on the political process. Er, I digress. We should stick together; things normally go wrong anyways, so being in a group helps when shit hits the fan."

[Individuality-ness]

Divia blanched. Another demon here to torment her?

Then she heard Francois laugh, and state that it was a joke. She relaxed a little. Then he asked her why she was here, and her mind blanked. She had no idea why she was here of all places.

"I... I don't know. Why am I here?"

"I have no idea," he replied. "I'm here with my friend Henry and a student - both from FU."

He sighed, and got her out of her chair. "We're investigating events that have occurred at the Taoiseach's summer home here in Hell. Fucking bureaucrats, but these kind of things have an effect on the political process. Er, I digress. We should stick together; things normally go wrong anyways, so being in a group helps when shit hits the fan."

"Summer home? What happened?" Divia asked as Francois released her from the chair. "And is it related to this?" she added, waiving her hand around the room that they were in.