The Fall of Elfen High (IC, Closed)

[Nationstatelandsville]

Old Night on the winds, the portents of darkness. There was a hellish cry as the shadow made its way across the bright morning sun, a warning to those below.

Then the cry was replaced by one all the more horrid, and the shade fell from the sky; a mighty hawk, as tall as an elephant with a wingspan as wide as three, tumbled from the air, green blood spilling out from its slashed throat. Its rider, a pale suggestion of a ghoul which sent the average angelic child to bet with nightmares in their heart, lay slumped over with a blade of ice buried deep between his shoulder blades. Their killer was already down on the ground by the time they crashed, disappearing with a poof!.

The lochagos of the Assisi Band watched as the Thunderbird's shattered corpse finally settled on the thin black film of oil which even then coated the Wastes. He was clad in leather armor, dark brown, with the insignia of his Band stitched into the chest; two hands laid over top of each other, the center of their palms pierced. The soldier raised his helm and his eyes turned to the sun - wherever he went, always it was there.

"Sir," one of his subordinates said from behind him, "We expect another strike in an hour. Shall I prepare the turrets or do you wish to divert them again?"

The lochagos said nothing. His mind was elsewhere, in the pitch black of a calmer night, silent in her arms.

"Sir?"

The angel blinked and turned back to the boy behind him. He was so young. Well, the lochagos was young too - he was only here for political reasons. In an effort to mend their relations with Heaven, Raphael had sold him to Uriel; sent him back home to the land he'd fled from. And there was nothing Crowley could do this time.

"Divert them," he said in an authoritative tone, "We don't want to give away our position."

Crowley. Yes, Crowley would have known what to do - he always did. Why didn't they send him instead? Aziraphale needed his help.

Then the world began to fall apart.

The Graveyard made a shaking noise as the skies split open, revealing a bright red glow. The Earth in the distance cracked open, destructive flames moving everywhere, heading toward this moon. The school's pillars started to fall apart and crack, making a horrific noise as they did.

Crowley looked back at D. His face was...peaceful. He was calm at last. His eyes looked focused, determined...but calm. "Run." he ordered. "Run right now, the way we came. I'll be along."

The statues started to crack and break, the names shattering with them.

Crowley knew the names by heart. And it was time to move forward and let that be in the past.

Crowley needed Aziraphale's help.

The angel grabbed the wizard, the angel, the Devil, whichever, by the shoulder.

"I'm coming with you," he said, "I won't leave you behind. I don't trust you not to hurt yourself."

"Right," D sighed, rolling his eyes under his armor, "Fuck you guys."

He rocketed forward, crashing into Set, hoping to knock the god to his ass.

Lewis, who was by now standing on top of one Crowley's statues and swinging a broken chair-leg wildly at Karna, whooped.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Oberon felt the kick hit him as he just looked at Alastor in annoyance. "I'm genetically related to Aleister Crowley. My balls are made of stronger stuff." he said with a sigh, like speaking to a child who had missed an important lesson.

This is when Alastor found a knife made of dark energy stuck in his foot.

"It was supposed to be a symbolic gesture, genius. It matters little to me whether or not your balls, or his for that matter, can hold my foot." Alastor stated, before waving his hand. "Now farewell, Faery King." He said, before disappearing through the wall, through a portal there that quickly closed down. It, however, did not lead back to the World Tree. Rather, it lead back to the battlefield, to a point somewhere in mid-air.

From there, he looked down at the dark ship, still bathed in his power. Thrusting his hand down, he forced the formerly Fae artifact deeper and deeper into the void.

Oberon broke loose, bursting out of the ship and flying toward Alastor like a rocket.

[Astrolinium]

Caspian flew black, his nose crunching in a sickening way, blood spurting from it. He shouted as he landed, twisting his right leg in a bad direction. Staggering to his feet, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and held it over his nose.

He limped towards Set and said, "Fuck you, fuck your mother, and fuck the fucking horse you rode in on."

And then he pulled out his gun and shot the god as the world fell apart around them.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre the falcon cannot here the falconer, though Caspian. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

[Constaniana]

Scott Jackson saw this beast of iron and metal utterly wreck his ship. "Dear Lord." he muttered, his eyes worried as his ship began burning before him. "Parachutes, ladies and gents!" he barked. "This is an emergency. Stay calm and escape the best you can!"

From the burning spaceship, several Fae fell out, magical parachutes guiding them toward safety either on Elfen High or the World Tree. Not Scott though. Grimly, he stayed on the ship, turning the wreckage around. A magic tentacle whipped out and grabbed William's mecha arm, freezing him in place.

"Alright, old girl." Scott said softly to the ship. "Lights out for us."

The ship made a groaning noise as it flamed, but Scott gave a sad smile. "No, I'm not running. A captain goes down with his ship." He spoke aloud, confidentally. "Metal monster!" he told William. "You can escape your metal armour, and you can burn alongside me. I am Captain Scott Jackson, and I am initiating the self-destruct sequence. Goodbye and may you burn painfully."

The ship erupted in a supernova of flaming death, William's mecha caught within the explosion. Screams of sorrow and pain were heard from various members of the Fae Captain's ship as they floated to safety. William himself could either escape, or he could be severely wounded or killed in his mecha.

"Cheating sack of scum," William growled as he became aware that his mecha was disabled. He rolled his eyes as the Fae captain wished for the Yorkshireman to burn alongside him, "Ha! Good joke there. Goodbye, Captain Jackson, and may your sacrifice be meaningless," With that, the president sliced his cabin open with Excalibur and leaped out, positioning his body to fall quicker so as to outrun the flames. Fire itself was no problem to deal with, and it was unlikely his skin would even be burned, but he didn't want to have to faff about with expelling possible radiation or some other bothersome thing.

Sir Nilark saw some Fae crewmembers floating down, and angled himself towards them. He wanted something to break his fall, and an elvish neck seemed like a good target for his falling feet. The knight grinned viciously as he landed on the first Fae, easily tearing through the parachute and hearing the crunch of neck and shoulder bones being pulverized by angry Tyke boots. He plummeted down on the corpse until the last moment, when he jumped off to avoid getting more splattered by it. Landing on the ground near the World Tree, Sir Nilark commenced blasting at nearby Fae with his offensive magic.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Oberon broke loose, bursting out of the ship and flying toward Alastor like a rocket.

"Fuck, you're persistent." Alastor said, before waving his hand.

A massive portal appeared in front of him, letting through an enormous possessed Fae starship with a hole in its hull, going at full speed on collision course with the Faery King and firing all of its weapons straight at him as well.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Old Night on the winds, the portents of darkness. There was a hellish cry as the shadow made its way across the bright morning sun, a warning to those below.

Then the cry was replaced by one all the more horrid, and the shade fell from the sky; a mighty hawk, as tall as an elephant with a wingspan as wide as three, tumbled from the air, green blood spilling out from its slashed throat. Its rider, a pale suggestion of a ghoul which sent the average angelic child to bet with nightmares in their heart, lay slumped over with a blade of ice buried deep between his shoulder blades. Their killer was already down on the ground by the time they crashed, disappearing with a poof!.

The lochagos of the Assisi Band watched as the Thunderbird's shattered corpse finally settled on the thin black film of oil which even then coated the Wastes. He was clad in leather armor, dark brown, with the insignia of his Band stitched into the chest; two hands laid over top of each other, the center of their palms pierced. The soldier raised his helm and his eyes turned to the sun - wherever he went, always it was there.

"Sir," one of his subordinates said from behind him, "We expect another strike in an hour. Shall I prepare the turrets or do you wish to divert them again?"

The lochagos said nothing. His mind was elsewhere, in the pitch black of a calmer night, silent in her arms.

"Sir?"

The angel blinked and turned back to the boy behind him. He was so young. Well, the lochagos was young too - he was only here for political reasons. In an effort to mend their relations with Heaven, Raphael had sold him to Uriel; sent him back home to the land he'd fled from. And there was nothing Crowley could do this time.

"Divert them," he said in an authoritative tone, "We don't want to give away our position."

Crowley. Yes, Crowley would have known what to do - he always did. Why didn't they send him instead? Aziraphale needed his help.

Then the world began to fall apart.

The Graveyard made a shaking noise as the skies split open, revealing a bright red glow. The Earth in the distance cracked open, destructive flames moving everywhere, heading toward this moon. The school's pillars started to fall apart and crack, making a horrific noise as they did.

Crowley looked back at D. His face was...peaceful. He was calm at last. His eyes looked focused, determined...but calm. "Run." he ordered. "Run right now, the way we came. I'll be along."

The statues started to crack and break, the names shattering with them.

Crowley knew the names by heart. And it was time to move forward and let that be in the past.

Crowley needed Aziraphale's help.

The angel grabbed the wizard, the angel, the Devil, whichever, by the shoulder.

"I'm coming with you," he said, "I won't leave you behind. I don't trust you not to hurt yourself."

"Right," D sighed, rolling his eyes under his armor, "Fuck you guys."

He rocketed forward, crashing into Set, hoping to knock the god to his ass.

Lewis, who was by now standing on top of one Crowley's statues and swinging a broken chair-leg wildly at Karna, whooped.

Karna grabbed the chair leg, nodding at Lewis. "Time to get the fuck out of this Graveyard. Here's the plan. You run away, and I'll follow you. At the very last minute, you kick me back into this void and I will die. Otherwise, I will continue to pursue you until one of us does die." A pause. "Unless you do want an actual fight. I can go either way, frankly."

Set was knocked on his ass due to D's rocket, but then was also hit by Caspian's gun. The god was shot in the head, before slowly getting up. "No." he snarled. "Fuck. You. I will not die here, at the hands of fucking humans." He charged at D, grabbing the boy by the head...but then collapsed down, coughing as blood gushed in a blue mist from his skull.

Kronos looked quite exhausted. "Fuck this." he muttered, lifting himself slowly in the air, flying off to make his escape from the collapsing universe...but no. He was heading right toward the blue sun now.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale. "Old mate." he said with a politeness and calmness that the former angel hardly recognised. "I need you to keep Kronos from reaching that sphere. I have an idea."

[Agritum]

Gwen slashed down at the incoming ice daggers, cutting them away from her. Before she could launch another attack on Udovin, the Queen noticed that the silly coffin man was apparently handling him all alone, by himself. Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, as she slowed down her channeling of Excalibur's magical energy, letting her body rest for some precious seconds.

She was panting, cold swear descending from the top of her head, her hairbun now an unruly mess. After noticing that, Gwen promptly undid it, letting her shoulder-long blonde hair fall down. It gently fluttered in the winds of battle.

Grace wandered next to her Queen, panting more than her. Gwen glanced in the eyes of her subject. She nodded, approvingly. "Good willpower and enough fear-lessness, Dame Grace. Consider yourself one step closer to your next promotion."

"I understand." Grace replied, struggling to come up with a small smile. Gwen perceived her difficulty, giving her a knowing look. After doing so, she glanced at the flying mass of reptilian scales she was riding on.

"Damien, this old man who just came out from a coffin needs some help. Can you try and burn Rurik?"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Scott Jackson saw this beast of iron and metal utterly wreck his ship. "Dear Lord." he muttered, his eyes worried as his ship began burning before him. "Parachutes, ladies and gents!" he barked. "This is an emergency. Stay calm and escape the best you can!"

From the burning spaceship, several Fae fell out, magical parachutes guiding them toward safety either on Elfen High or the World Tree. Not Scott though. Grimly, he stayed on the ship, turning the wreckage around. A magic tentacle whipped out and grabbed William's mecha arm, freezing him in place.

"Alright, old girl." Scott said softly to the ship. "Lights out for us."

The ship made a groaning noise as it flamed, but Scott gave a sad smile. "No, I'm not running. A captain goes down with his ship." He spoke aloud, confidentally. "Metal monster!" he told William. "You can escape your metal armour, and you can burn alongside me. I am Captain Scott Jackson, and I am initiating the self-destruct sequence. Goodbye and may you burn painfully."

The ship erupted in a supernova of flaming death, William's mecha caught within the explosion. Screams of sorrow and pain were heard from various members of the Fae Captain's ship as they floated to safety. William himself could either escape, or he could be severely wounded or killed in his mecha.

"Cheating sack of scum," William growled as he became aware that his mecha was disabled. He rolled his eyes as the Fae captain wished for the Yorkshireman to burn alongside him, "Ha! Good joke there. Goodbye, Captain Jackson, and may your sacrifice be meaningless," With that, the president sliced his cabin open with Excalibur and leaped out, positioning his body to fall quicker so as to outrun the flames. Fire itself was no problem to deal with, and it was unlikely his skin would even be burned, but he didn't want to have to faff about with expelling possible radiation or some other bothersome thing.

Sir Nilark saw some Fae crewmembers floating down, and angled himself towards them. He wanted something to break his fall, and an elvish neck seemed like a good target for his falling feet. The knight grinned viciously as he landed on the first Fae, easily tearing through the parachute and hearing the crunch of neck and shoulder bones being pulverized by angry Tyke boots. He plummeted down on the corpse until the last moment, when he jumped off to avoid getting more splattered by it. Landing on the ground near the World Tree, Sir Nilark commenced blasting at nearby Fae with his offensive magic.

Oberon broke loose, bursting out of the ship and flying toward Alastor like a rocket.

"Fuck, you're persistent." Alastor said, before waving his hand.

A massive portal appeared in front of him, letting through an enormous possessed Fae starship with a hole in its hull, going at full speed on collision course with the Faery King and firing all of its weapons straight at him as well.

This is when Oberon decided to dodge suddenly to the side, slamming instead in front of William near the World Tree. He grabbed the Englishman, using him as a shield against the massive blasts the spaceship was firing.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Karna grabbed the chair leg, nodding at Lewis. "Time to get the fuck out of this Graveyard. Here's the plan. You run away, and I'll follow you. At the very last minute, you kick me back into this void and I will die. Otherwise, I will continue to pursue you until one of us does die." A pause. "Unless you do want an actual fight. I can go either way, frankly."

Lewis shrugged, "Ye' know, I would, but I've got to find my wife and explain some things to her."

Lewis sighed and silently mouthed the words "Kids". Being a father of nine, Karna likely understood the feeling all too well.

With that, Lewis leaped straight over Karna's head and raced down the hallway, as per the demigod's instructions.

Set was knocked on his ass due to D's rocket, but then was also hit by Caspian's gun. The god was shot in the head, before slowly getting up. "No." he snarled. "Fuck. You. I will not die here, at the hands of fucking humans." He charged at D, grabbing the boy by the head...but then collapsed down, coughing as blood gushed in a blue mist from his skull.

"Yeah, take that, asshole!" D said, kicking Set in the groin. He then immediately swore in a few different languages and raced off after his father.

Even he knew that pissing off gods was stupid.

Kronos looked quite exhausted. "Fuck this." he muttered, lifting himself slowly in the air, flying off to make his escape from the collapsing universe...but no. He was heading right toward the blue sun now.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale. "Old mate." he said with a politeness and calmness that the former angel hardly recognised. "I need you to keep Kronos from reaching that sphere. I have an idea."

"Don't get yourself killed," Aziraphale said with a nod, "Finding a replacement would be difficult."

The once-angel turned his head towards his compatriots, "Gopher!"

The cameraman nodded and tapped Harker, who was now furiously shouting at his own shadow, on the shoulder. As Harker turned, Gopher punched him in the nose, knocking the B-list TV host out cold in an instant.

"I wasn't going to die without doing that," Gopher said. He then pulled a key fob from Harker's inner suit pocket and pressed a small black button; there was a terrific roar as the armored truck which the three had ridden into the tunnel tore its way down the hall - not on wheels, but on four rockets extending out of the side. Aziraphale allowed the slightest bit of a grin as he jumped into the driver's seat.

"I'm going to stay here with Howard," Gopher said, "Contractual obligation."

"I need someone to man the gun, then," Aziraphale said. He glanced at the Elfen Highers around him, "Well?"

Gwen slashed down at the incoming ice daggers, cutting them away from her. Before she could launch another attack on Udovin, the Queen noticed that the silly coffin man was apparently handling him all alone, by himself. Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, as she slowed down her channeling of Excalibur's magical energy, letting her body rest for some precious seconds.

She was panting, cold swear descending from the top of her head, her hairbun now an unruly mess. After noticing that, Gwen promptly undid it, letting her shoulder-long blonde hair fall down. It gently fluttered in the winds of battle.

Grace wandered next to her Queen, panting more than her. Gwen glanced in the eyes of her subject. She nodded, approvingly. "Good willpower and enough fear-lessness, Dame Grace. Consider yourself one step closer to your next promotion."

"I understand." Grace replied, struggling to come up with a small smile. Gwen perceived her difficulty, giving her a knowing look. After doing so, she glanced at the flying mass of reptilian scales she was riding on.

"Damien, this old man who just came out from a coffin needs some help. Can you try and burn Rurik?"

Rurik looked up at Damien and giggled, "Sounds fun. Let's do it!"

With that, he coated his fists in massive blocks of ice and charged at the dragon-man.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel and Celes, naturally, figured that listening to Crowley was a good idea, if only because he was the one who had apparently built all this and had just set off its destruction. Thankfully, their great speed meant that they were getting away from that place rather quickly.

Meanwhile, a good length behind them, in the graveyard, a hand shot out from under the ground and pulled the rest of its corresponding body out from beneath the floor, breaking it as well in the process. Most notable was the fact that, a few seconds before any of this occured, several gunshots came from beneath the ground, weakening it not far from where Aziraphale's machine was.

Eventually Frederick finished pulling himself out and immediately climbed up on the truck, taking the gunner's seat, regardless of how unnecessary it was when he already had firepower wherever he went.

"I don't know what this is, but I don't care. I'm tagging along." He said casually.

[Nude East Ireland]

Gwen slashed down at the incoming ice daggers, cutting them away from her. Before she could launch another attack on Udovin, the Queen noticed that the silly coffin man was apparently handling him all alone, by himself. Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, as she slowed down her channeling of Excalibur's magical energy, letting her body rest for some precious seconds.

She was panting, cold swear descending from the top of her head, her hairbun now an unruly mess. After noticing that, Gwen promptly undid it, letting her shoulder-long blonde hair fall down. It gently fluttered in the winds of battle.

Grace wandered next to her Queen, panting more than her. Gwen glanced in the eyes of her subject. She nodded, approvingly. "Good willpower and enough fear-lessness, Dame Grace. Consider yourself one step closer to your next promotion."

"I understand." Grace replied, struggling to come up with a small smile. Gwen perceived her difficulty, giving her a knowing look. After doing so, she glanced at the flying mass of reptilian scales she was riding on.

"Damien, this old man who just came out from a coffin needs some help. Can you try and burn Rurik?"

"Yes, of course," Damien replied. He turned to the charging mass that was Udovin, only to see Sir Charles Groundbreaker tackle the man onto the ground from the side. The noble ape lifted Udovin over his head with all but two of his arms and tossed him several feet away.

"No," Sir Charles Groundbreaker said, "I can handle this brigand alone. His doom is upon us and I will be the one to bring it in full."

As he said this, he cracked all of his knuckles. "I do not need sword nor gun. I only need my strength and my will to end this chaotic force."

[Constaniana]

"Fuck, you're persistent." Alastor said, before waving his hand.

A massive portal appeared in front of him, letting through an enormous possessed Fae starship with a hole in its hull, going at full speed on collision course with the Faery King and firing all of its weapons straight at him as well.

This is when Oberon decided to dodge suddenly to the side, slamming instead in front of William near the World Tree. He grabbed the Englishman, using him as a shield against the massive blasts the spaceship was firing.

The knight rolled to the ground, pinning Oberon underneath him before yanking at the Fae's arms as if he was Beowulf fighting Grendel. William broke out of the grapple and moved back a few paces, drawing Excalibur and using it to conjure armour on his body. Every fibre of his being tingled in fury at the sight of the sovereign of the evil race that had killed his family. He quickly slashed his sword at Oberon, grinning viciously as he darted around, easily dodging the spaceship's blasts with his monstrous combat reflexes.

"So you're the arch-faggot in charge of the pointy-eared cockmongers? Congratu-feckin-lations! I'm going to take you out to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Pain and order up some violent quiche!" The Yorkshireman snarled, adding the number of lasers flying at Oberon with his radiant blasts. A smile came to his face, and he laughed harshly, "This will be fun. It's been ages since last regicide!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Karna grabbed the chair leg, nodding at Lewis. "Time to get the fuck out of this Graveyard. Here's the plan. You run away, and I'll follow you. At the very last minute, you kick me back into this void and I will die. Otherwise, I will continue to pursue you until one of us does die." A pause. "Unless you do want an actual fight. I can go either way, frankly."

Lewis shrugged, "Ye' know, I would, but I've got to find my wife and explain some things to her."

Lewis sighed and silently mouthed the words "Kids". Being a father of nine, Karna likely understood the feeling all too well.

With that, Lewis leaped straight over Karna's head and raced down the hallway, as per the demigod's instructions.

Karna followed after, moving quite close to Lewis, to make it easier for the man to kick him back into the void as he neared the door back into the real world.

Set was knocked on his ass due to D's rocket, but then was also hit by Caspian's gun. The god was shot in the head, before slowly getting up. "No." he snarled. "Fuck. You. I will not die here, at the hands of fucking humans." He charged at D, grabbing the boy by the head...but then collapsed down, coughing as blood gushed in a blue mist from his skull.

"Yeah, take that, asshole!" D said, kicking Set in the groin. He then immediately swore in a few different languages and raced off after his father.

Even he knew that pissing off gods was stupid.

Set roared in fury, staggering after D. "I will not die. I will not die. I will not die. I will not die I will not die Iwillnotdie iwillnotdieiwillnotdie..." he gibbered madly, singlemindedly in pursuit after D.

In his mindless rage, and because we're nearing the end and may as well have some fun, Set transformed into a monstrous oxen, sheer fury in his eyes as he charged after D.

[Astrolinium]

Caspian shot eight more blasts at Set.

[Nationstatelandsville]

There was a tremor In the fabric of spacetime; under normal circumstances, this would not be noticeable to any but the most potent of magical powers.

These were not normal circumstances.

The ground and the air and causality itself shook around the atoms and the souls of those gathered around the World Tree. Megan swore violently, phased momentarily out of existence, spent a week as a grain of sand on a distant shore, then popped back into existence where she had begun panting heavily and sweating profusely.

"Holy fuck," she muttered under her breath, "holy fuck."

"I don't know where my spleen is," the Dwarven Lewis groaned, clutching his stomach and grimacing.

"I just came," the old Lewis added with a sniffle. He casually placed a bullet in the skull of a Fae fifty feet off and glanced back at the World Tree with disinterest, then at Oberon and William. "Should we-"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was an abrupt burst of heat as a gash in the universe appeared behind them. From within came a dark and booming laugh, followed by the sound of a million million marching soldiers.

And then, appearing in a circle around the World Tree, the android army entered the fray. From within the black heart of the void of Purgatory and, more immediately, the tear, swaggered the Android Leader. His armor shone new with a recent cleaning, but the cracks and exposed flesh (black and bruised) betrayed his recent battle. He wore a fresh new red cape, which billowed satisfactorily with the wind. He glanced passingly at the World Tree, then at Oberon, and then at Michael.

He raised his hand into the air, then pointed it at Oberon.

"Kill him!" he ordered. And then the robotic soldiers turned from the tree towards the King of the Fae and opened fire. Caught in the crossfire, the two Lewises fell flat on the ground; Megan swore once more and tumbled away, firing sporadically at the androids, to no avail.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley placed a hand on the ground, which was now starting to slowly melt away. "Just one more time." he muttered to himself. "I just need to do this all one more time." He closed his eyes, focusing on the world (or what was left of it), seeking out sources of energy, focusing on the souls in the sphere above him.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes once again. "No. What. The. Fuck."

---

Michael, fighting alongside Megan on the World Tree and questioning his otherwise quite solidly gay sexuality as he watched the sheer glee with which she killed Fae, suddenly paused in his tracks. "No." he said. "There's no fucking way-"

A howling shriek was heard as a man walked slowly into the area. His face was covered in a gas mask. In his left hand, he carried a handgun. In his right, a sword. On his back was a backpack...but there were tubes coming out of the backpack, connecting to the man's body. They were difficult tubes to see, but certainly there. They also connected up to the gas mask he wore.

Michael looked absolutely astonished. "The fuck are you doing here?"

The man did not answer. He swung his sword instead, slicing off the head of a nearby Fae. "Helping." came the short response through a distorted voice.

---

Crowley could not bother with this newest arrival despite his intense curiosity. "No time." he muttered, closing his eyes again and crossing his legs. "No fucking time at all..."

Breathe in, breathe out. He mentally connected with the souls above him...This was going to be a one shot thing if it worked.

Oh, did he not just want more time right now...

---

Oberon was hit by the radiant blast while his face looked largely unbothered by this. Quite the opposite - he had a savage look of delight at this challenge. "Oh, yes. This is very much worth my while." he laughed. He moved forward. "You think you can kill me, boy?" asked the man in his highly posh Southern voice, contrasting with William's own Northern one. "This is where you will fall, I'm afraid."

---

Caspian shot eight more blasts at Set.

This is when Set took the shots directly in the face, and collapsed to the ground. He was still and unmoving.

[Astrolinium]

Caspian went and violently kicksd Set in the head for good measure.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Oberon was hit by the radiant blast while his face looked largely unbothered by this. Quite the opposite - he had a savage look of delight at this challenge. "Oh, yes. This is very much worth my while." he laughed. He moved forward. "You think you can kill me, boy?" asked the man in his highly posh Southern voice, contrasting with William's own Northern one. "This is where you will fall, I'm afraid."

There was a tap on Oberon's shoulder.

"Big fan," the Android Leader hissed before burying his fist in the King of the Fae's face. He teleported away quick as he came, materializing behind Michael. He flicked his wrist and a blade whipped out, which he pointed at the angel's throat.

"You are now obsolete," he growled, "I suggest you leave."

[Constaniana]

Sir William gave a defiant, scornful laugh at Oberon. In the wake of the android leader's punch he continued smiting the Fae with his white magic.

"Aye, you should be afraid, twat. But you're the one who's falling here. I have sturdy feet and I'm stubborn as hell. And I know I can kill you, geezer. I'm a graduate of Elfen High, and the only things my degree qualifies me to do are punch out Cthulhu and type 60 words per minute," the Yorkshireman thundered.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Caspian went and violently kicksd Set in the head for good measure.

Set grabbed Caspian's leg, very nearly dead but not yet. He pulled hard. A cracking and snapping sound was heard.

Oberon was hit by the radiant blast while his face looked largely unbothered by this. Quite the opposite - he had a savage look of delight at this challenge. "Oh, yes. This is very much worth my while." he laughed. He moved forward. "You think you can kill me, boy?" asked the man in his highly posh Southern voice, contrasting with William's own Northern one. "This is where you will fall, I'm afraid."

There was a tap on Oberon's shoulder.

"Big fan," the Android Leader hissed before burying his fist in the King of the Fae's face. He teleported away quick as he came, materializing behind Michael. He flicked his wrist and a blade whipped out, which he pointed at the angel's throat.

"You are now obsolete," he growled, "I suggest you leave."

Oberon looked quite shocked by the sudden punch to the face, not helped by how William's white magic kept striking and bothering him as well. "Fuck off." he growled, hands now on William's head, squeezing in to smash his skull.

Michael, on the other hand, looked at the Android Leader with annoyance. "Look here, you little faggot twat, I truly don't have the time for this. Care to provide some explanations for me before I go anywhere?"

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Ciel had been flying around the battlefield, fighting off any Fae that by some miracle managed to slip past the turrets that made up Lyra's defence matrix. So far it had not been very difficult, thankfully, and so she continued battling against the Faery soldiers when she noticed Oberon putting his hands around William's head as if to crush it. She knew that William was hard to crack, but she also knew that this was not good at all.

"Shit shit shit." She muttered to herself as she used her armor's power to fly up to the warriors and land next to the Englishman. "Let him go, you cheating piece of shit!" She said, holding out both of her hands towards Oberon, laser beams coming out from them

At around the same time, suddenly, Alastor slammed into the ground next to William, opposite to the girl that was blasting at the Faery King. The Demon Lord, too, held out a hand, and from it burst forth the raw power of black lightning, headed straight towards Oberon. "Leave the boy alone, Oberon." The warlord growled. "He may be a horny bastard with a head harder than rock who happens to be going through a period of emotional unstability after realizing that cricket probably died along with his world, but he's still my student, and you will back the fuck off." The demon stated.

"I can feel the love." Ciel remarked.

[Astrolinium]

Caspian went and violently kicksd Set in the head for good measure.

Set grabbed Caspian's leg, very nearly dead but not yet. He pulled hard. A cracking and snapping sound was heard.

A sharp gasp escaped Caspian's throat, and his face contorted into an expression of pain. Not letting his determination falter, however, he wrenched his sword from Set's body and then swung it at the moribund deity's neck.

[Constaniana]

William sniggered as Oberon tried crushing his head, only to get lasered at for his vain effort.

"You great numpty! Of all the bits on my body to attack, you go for my head?" The Yorkshireman swiftly began magically repairing the damage the Fae King was trying to inflict as he scolded him, "I have the thickest skull in the universe, just ask anyone! My cranium is built like a Challenger tank! Yours, on the other hand...I don't know. Let's find out."

With Oberon this close there seemed little point in trying to keep him at bay with Radiant Blasts, so William decided to make Excalibur very happy by using it to hopefully lop the king's neck off.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley slammed his fist down into the earth of the shattering dimension he had created.

"Time to go." he reported back to Aziraphale, a slight smile on his face. "And I am very sorry. Keep my physical body safe, just in case. But right now I need to interact with those souls, to understand them....maybe even save them. This is our world there. And I intend to protect it however I can..." he sighed, looking so very old and tired now. "

His eyes glowed as they stared into the sky above, as the sky above began to unfold. The stars in the sky began to collapse and twinkle out of the sky, despite how everyone wondered what they are, and the sky revealed nothing but blackness, creeping down immensely upon them.

It was around this time that everyone still in the pocket universe realised they should most definitely run. Wherever Crowley was now, mentally, his physical body had dropped down to the ground to be carried away to some safety.

---

Oberon was hit in the neck. He looked surprised at the blood bursting from him. "This is most unexpected." the Southern Englishman admitted.

He then pulled out a dagger and stabbed William in the crotch, which (while tougher than a normal man's, seeing as he was fucking Hilde) was still ultimately a crotch.

Then he was blasted by both Ciel and Alastor, who knocked him down onto the ground. Oberon looked downright amazed. "What the fuck is going on?" he raged. "You are fucking apes! You cannot hurt me! You cannot even think of hurting me!"

Oberon's face was barely recognisable as the one that Richard had worn, contorted into such pure rage and fury as it was.

---

Michael continued to look at the Android Leader with scepticism. "Alright, cowboy." he said in his best American accent before switching back. "Why should I go anywhere? Answer my bloody question."

[Agritum]

Crowley slammed his fist down into the earth of the shattering dimension he had created.

"Time to go." he reported back to Aziraphale, a slight smile on his face. "And I am very sorry. Keep my physical body safe, just in case. But right now I need to interact with those souls, to understand them....maybe even save them. This is our world there. And I intend to protect it however I can..." he sighed, looking so very old and tired now. "

His eyes glowed as they stared into the sky above, as the sky above began to unfold. The stars in the sky began to collapse and twinkle out of the sky, despite how everyone wondered what they are, and the sky revealed nothing but blackness, creeping down immensely upon them.

It was around this time that everyone still in the pocket universe realised they should most definitely run. Wherever Crowley was now, mentally, his physical body had dropped down to the ground to be carried away to some safety.

---

Oberon was hit in the neck. He looked surprised at the blood bursting from him. "This is most unexpected." the Southern Englishman admitted.

He then pulled out a dagger and stabbed William in the crotch, which (while tougher than a normal man's, seeing as he was fucking Hilde) was still ultimately a crotch.

Then he was blasted by both Ciel and Alastor, who knocked him down onto the ground. Oberon looked downright amazed. "What the fuck is going on?" he raged. "You are fucking apes! You cannot hurt me! You cannot even think of hurting me!"

Oberon's face was barely recognisable as the one that Richard had worn, contorted into such pure rage and fury as it was.

---

Michael continued to look at the Android Leader with scepticism. "Alright, cowboy." he said in his best American accent before switching back. "Why should I go anywhere? Answer my bloody question."

The roar of jet engines echoed in the sky.

Everyone in Oberon's immediate surroundings could have witnessed the giant silhouette of aweird plane edging towards the Fae King, rapidly starting to descend.

A voice boomed from the plane's loudspeakers. "Only me, and me alone, can kick Villiam in the nuts! You have trespassed into my territory, Fae King! Dummkopf! Schweinhund! Schicklegruber! Jude!" Hilde yelled at the top of her lungs, as the German fighter lined up towards Oberona and began firing its four .50 cal heavy machine guns, attempting a strafing run.

"BOOT IN YA FACE"