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Nationstatelandsville wrote:In all of the many, many, many, infinitely many universes in our little sector of existence, there is a single constant; whenever there is a Lewis Jameson, he must ruin the moment for a young lesbian couple.
This has manifested itself in many strange ways through time and space. For example, in one particular universe, Lewis was wandering through ancient China, searching for the Emperor's son whom he had been hired (with alcohol) to kill, when he stopped to take a rest at a local inn. He went up the stairs and towards the rooms, but entered the wrong one, and barged in on two Chinese lesbians named Yoko and Uni about to kiss. They were executed immediately, because this particular universe was an ancient Chinese Buddhist theocracy with severely conservative laws, but, conversely, jetpacks and robots with katanas, which are technically Japanese. Elsewhere, Lewis was a frog who found his daughter going far beyond friendship with her best friend on his lily pad. In another, more popular universe, Lewis, a teacher at Elfen High on his first day, when he interrupted a certain bisexual hybrid creature thing making the moves on her victim. This thing had weird blood and robot parts, though, so that was OK, he guessed. She was also a rapist, but, at Elfen High, that wasn't exactly surprising.
This universe's Lewis filled his duty by barging into Sarina and Rayne's room, his breath (and blood) wreaking of whiskey and his face red with tears. He had been drinking again.
"I'm so alone!" he bemoaned, collapsing on the ground without noticing the other occupants of the room.
Ende wrote:Ivy stared for a few moments, unbeliving eyes staring at the events that unfolded.
And then she heard her child cry. It was alive. She had...Richard had...
She looked off into space for a few moments, and then she burst into tears, clutching Calliel to her.
"It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay. It's...it's all okay. God, Calliel...it's okay. For once...it's all okay." she choked, burying her head in his chest, crying tears of...relief? She was exhausted, bruised, and broken...but it was all okay. It was going to be okay. She and Calliel could...their child was alive. It was almost impossible for her to believe, really. Just a few moments before, she had been on the verge of...oh, god, she wouldn't have really done that, would she? No, that...tha - it didn't matter. She hadn't done it. Everything would be okay.
Drawing slowly away from Calliel, she shakily took a few steps over to her child, and tenderly lifted him up, cradling it in her arms. She paused for a moment, staring down, and then she smiled. She felt genuinely at peace, for the first time in...she couldn't even remember. It had been almost two years. Two hellish years. After everything - Heaven, Hell, and everything in between - and, for once, it was all okay.
And she would be fine.
She looked down at her child for a moment. He was crying vigorously, his red face wailing. Pressing a soothing finger to his lips, she cradled him gently in her arms, rocking him peacefully back and forth. After a few moments, the crying subsided, and Ivy smiled faintly, breathing a silent sigh of relief. Gently, she laid the sleeping child on her bed, and then stood. She looked down at him for a few moments, enjoying the quiet, and then she looked back up at Calliel.
"I...I think I'll name him Richard." she said quietly, beaming up at Calliel. "Is that okay?"
Calliel smiled a perfect smile - of course he did.
"Ivy...of course it is. I don't care. As long as you're happy. And...Ivy, I just want you to know...I said this on our wedding day, but I'll say it again. I am with you. I will carry you through it all. I won't leave you, I will catch you every time. I promise you that no matter what happens, you won't be alone." he said, hugging her deeply. "I love you, Ivy Green. I am here and so are you."
"Actually, Calliel...it's Ivy Michaelson now." she replied, grinning slightly, wiping tears from her tearstreaked face.
And then she kissed him, throwing her arms around his neck.
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"So...it's all worked out?" said Calliel, pacing back and forth, hands clasped together, the wind tussling his blond hair.
He looked slightly unsure of what was going on, really. Ivy had told him that they were getting a real house, and...it was confusing to him. Humans were still so confusing. It had been just a few days since the war had ended, and it had all happened so quickly.
"Yes, Calliel," Ivy replied briefly, throwing a box roughly into the back of the convertible, "it's all worked out. We've got a place to live, it's nice, out in the country, the rent on it is already paid, and we can stay there. Together. Crowley's paying for it. He's...well, I still don't know what to think about Crowley." she said briefly, picking up another box, staggering under its weight. "He's still, well, Crowley, but...well, somewhere inside, he has a genuinely kind heart. Somewhere."
Calliel looked over at her. She looked beautiful. To him, at least. Her hair was a disorganized mess of green and white, blowing everywhere in the wind. She was wearing a white collared shirt with a nice red vest over it, a long red skirt trailing down her legs, and, to him, she was the most beautiful woman in the entire world.
"Come on, Calliel, we're going now." she called to him, pulling open the driver's side door. "I...we'll actually live now, Calliel. We'll live a normal life. Like normal married couples do. Can you imagine that? Normal. I can't wait. It'll be fun!" she said enthusiastically, turning the keys in the ignition.
He looked at her questioningly for a moment.
"Ivy, you've only been in school for...a year. You're still young. Don't you want to keep going to school? Isn't that what humans do?"
Ivy shuddered.
"No." she said firmly, clasping both of her hands on the wheel. "I...I'd like to learn and know more, Calliel...but I have eternity for that. We...we'll be young forever, Calliel. A million years could pass, and I wouldn't age a single day. I...I don't know geometry, or calculus, or much at all, really, but...Calliel, that's not important to me. I just want to be happy. I just want to be with you."
Calliel still looked slightly confused.
"But...Ivy, back at the hospital...Richard said that you should talk to Michael. He said that Michael had answers. Don't you want answers?"
Ivy laughed, slightly exasperated and rather amused at the same time.
"Calliel, I don't care. I honestly don't care. I don't care how you made me pregnant, or whether I'm still a virgin or not, or how everything happened, or what was going on...I just want a happy ending. With you. Come on and get in the car, would you? I'd like to unload all of this stuff before night falls, really, and we'll need to be leaving soon."
"I understand, Ivy. I just wanted to know. Just making sure."
"I don't blame you, Calliel."
Smiling, Calliel climbed into the passenger seat.
"Wait," he said, pausing bluntly, concern painted on his perfect face, "do you know how to drive?"
Ivy grinned.
"You'll find out." she said, and then she gunned the engines.
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The sky was a dark red and there was screaming. Screams of pain and occasionally of joy. And there was blood in the air.
A tired man looked down at her, his features perfect like every angel. "Who are you?" he asked her bluntly, a sword in his hand. "I do not have time to waste."
"My name is Mary, sir. Soldier under Michael's command. Ready for orders."
"You are a liar." the angel said simply. "You are a human. We would never allow a human to serve as a soldier of such caliber. And you do not know that Michael has left Heavensgate?" he asked. "Why, you are a liar. And I know of liars. You will follow me, human and liar. And we will punish you and make you repent for your sins." he replied serenely and earnestly.
And she was forced to a wall. A burning wall.
Ivy tried to pull away from the wall, which was quickly growing warmer and warmer - in fact, enough to scald in burn. The angel, of course, was much stronger, and she was unable to move a single inch a way - and the temperature increased. She could smell the back of the veil starting to smoke, and the wall pressed through the fabric of the robe, starting to scald her back. She stood there, motionless and silent, as the wall grew warmer and warmer, until it was like being pressed against metal in the middle of a desert. Imagine being set on fire, but not actually being set alight - and that would be exactly how it felt. She cringed in pain as it burnt into her, reducing almost the entire back of the robe to ashes, and tried desperately not to scream as it scorched into her back, burning and scalding her horribly.
And then the pain was simply too much - it burnt like fire, and it was hell. Anything would be better than this. She gasped, desperately trying to push away from the wall.
"I'll tell you the truth! I'll tell you everything!" she screamed in desperation, struggling to push away from the fiery wall behind her, as it roasted into her, at an unthinkably hot temperature now. "Please, just let me go! Stop!" she screeched, feeling agony for yet another time. "My name is Ivy, I'm from Heavensgate, I serve under Archangel Raphael, please let me go!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face, as the wall continued to burn.
"Please stop!" she sobbed, screaming in pain, writhing as the flame burnt into her.
"Please, just let me go! I'll tell you everything!" she choked, crying loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and then...
She opened her eyes. Her back was aflame - the scars lit like candles - she was...
She was in a bedroom.
In her house.
It was late at night - she could hear crickets chirping outside - Richard was sleeping next to her - and Calliel's arms were holding her close.
"Ivy." he said nervously, "what's wrong? Please tell me what is wrong. Please be okay." he begged, pain visible in his eyes. "You were screaming. Are you hurt?"
Ivy continued crying for a few moments, and then she gradually stopped, her breathing broken and punctuated with sobs.
"I...I'm fine, it was just a dream, it's okay, it's all okay, I'm fine, it's okay, it's all okay, it was just a dream." she said rapidly, breathing quickly, her body shaking. "It was just a dream."
"Ivy." said Calliel firmly, looking over her, "you're hurt."
Ivy shook her head, wiping tears away, still quivering slightly.
"No, it's okay, I'm fine, don't be worried, it was just a nightmare. That was all." she insisted shakily, a few last tinges of pain shooting through her back. Calliel stared at her for a few moments, and then he sighed.
"Ivy...I am with you. I will carry you through it all. I won't leave you. I will catch you every time. I promise you that no matter what happens, you won't be alone." he said, hugging her close to him. "I love you, Ivy. I am here and so are you."
"I know." she said quietly, closing her eyes. "And that's why I'm okay."
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"So, Calliel," said Ivy cheerfully, running a comb through her green hair, sitting across the porch table from Calliel, "there's some news I need to tell you today."
Calliel looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He loved reading newspapers. It was fascinating. Humans were fascinating. It had been a few months now, and, still, every day, they surprised him. He didn't think he'd ever quite understand them fully, but that was okay. Some things were better if you didn't understand them all the way. Like emotions. He thanked the Lord every day for those. They were...wonderful. Staring into Ivy's eyes, he looked at her for a few moments - god, he loved her. She was the world to him. And he knew that to her, he was the same.
"Yes?" he said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Well," she continued nervously, idly messing around with a piece of vine in her hands, "there are some people we'll be meeting soon, and they're kind of important to me, and I think you'll like them."
"Friends of yours?" questioned Calliel, fascinated.
"Actually...Calliel, I found my parents. After I died, they moved, and of course I didn't know. I visited our home when I came back from Heavensgate - it was the first thing I did...and they weren't there. The people who lived their said that the previous owners had died, but...well, it's a bit of a long story, but they're alive. They're still alive." she said, beaming at him, smiling brightly. "So...today, I received a call, and..."
She sighed.
"I have a lot to explain to them. It's...it's going to take a while. It's going to take a very long time." she said frankly, setting her fork down, chewing the last of the sandwich she was eating.
"I'm sure they'll understand." Calliel replied reassuringly.
"Oh, I'm sure they will." she said, rising from her chair, picking up the dishes off the table. As she walked towards the door, she paused, looking wistfully off into the sunset for a few moments.
"Calliel," she said calmly, "I love you."
Pulling his chair out, he walked over to her side, looking over the balcony with her at the falling son. The wind tousled their hair, flapping the folds of Ivy's white dress in its breath. Calliel smiled as he looked into the horizon. There was a few minutes of silence, and they both watched as the red rays of the sun set into the east, fading slowly away, sliding into night's embrace.
"I love you, Ivy Green. I am here, and so are you."
"I will carry you through it all. I won't leave you. I will catch you every time." she replied, pulling him into a close embrace.
"And I promise you that no matter what happens, you won't be alone."