Even after receiving that punch from Aesera, nothing happened. Newan never did move, let alone flinch. He stayed there, his unyielding eyes telling a tale of a soul fighting for survival. Fighting with itself. Aesera sighed, and walked out of the room. This was as much as she could do. There was nothing else left to try...
The rain of swords fell from the skies, barraging each of the two within Newan's mind. Himself, and Himself. With such ferocity that even the Gates Of Babylon would be ashamed. Standing there, with eyes of steel, was the man. Wielding his unearthly, spectral blade of radiance. Gritting his teeth as he faced his adversary. A little boy - His past. That part who he locked deep away within himself, never wanting for it to reopen once more.
There stands the little boy. Battered to the bone, but still unbroken. His body had rejected him. Rejected everything about him, locked him in a dark, lonely room. He never falters, never stops, his eyes - Eyes of incredible determination. One alike to the mans', but even much so, thrice as sharp, hard as steel.
They clash, iron against iron, clanging their metallic, yet spectral swords together in an endless dance to the death. Nothing hampered them. And nothing will.
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Nanaya was silent, looking into Nazrin's teary, pleading eyes. She wanted the old Newan back, instead of this silent pile of crap. It was late, and Nanaya was out of energy. She had died back then, and was brought back.
It took a big toll on her body.
Nazrin cried, sobbing to herself, knowing that something happened to him. But what exactly? Was he injured somewhere in the mind when Yumeko attacked him? Was that psychological warfare that just killed his mentality?
Nanaya stepted forward, turning her head to face Nazrin.
"This will be a cliche." A blunt statement, one like all the others Nanaya had made. And mustering everything she has inside of her, she used it all.
With a simple lift of Newan's chin, staring into his unbound eyes. Cold, desolate, like any no-man's land would be. She would never see this anymore, and she would never want to see it forevermore.
Until Nevermore.
Nanaya kissed Newan, pressing her lips against his, her eyes wide open, scorching through his icy barrier to his soul - A relentless, torrent of water extingishing the forbidden flame. And deep inside, Katelin smiled. Just like Xera, Newan had broke down.
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Newan never flinched at Nanaya's sudden kiss, just stoning away, his breathing shallow and weak. Deep inside of him, the battle continued. The slashing, the stabbing. The killing. Finally, the two warriors had reached their limits, facing each other in arm's length, unable to raise their weapons once more. But they would never stop, never relinquish this chance to escape, or banish the other.
A lone woman walked between the berserked warriors in No man's land. With skin of Ice, illuminating the wonders of the astral plane, covered in bones of a Dragon. There stood, Xera SoulReaver. Thirdborn of God. Along with her, finally in full view, was another woman. One that both of the Newans' flinched upon noticing. Katelin Elntila SoulReaver. Firstborn of God.
With Crystals almost everywhere, covering her body like some sort of armor, a jagged scalemail to be exact. She strode peacefully, humming to herself in No man's land. With three pairs of wings, an Angels, a Dragons, and one of pure hatred and Destruction - Satan's. Her fingers and feet were claws, much like those of Chaos you had fought in Gensokyo, but pure white and covered in Crystal. Her beautiful, lock black hair, held in place between a helmet, also made out of Crystal, resembling a Dragon's head. A long tail curls up on the ground, energy sprouting from the numerous larger crystals.
She grabs the Man, and lifts him up, staring into his now distraught face. Xera looks down at the little boy.
"You never want to face your fear. Your regret. Your past. Like her. Chill the fuck out and grow a pair. You're a man. A man that Nanaya loves so dearly."
Xera pats the boy's head, ruffling his hair.
"You've done well, holding out on your own." She smiles sweetly, but her voice is as serious as Aesera. "However, engaging with your warden was a bad choice."
Katelin gives the man one tight slap, and just the wind from it, makes the dark space echo out in fear.
"Listen. You'll break. All mortals do. But always remember, mortals will learn, evolve and grow. Fear is nothing! The past was nothing. The future is in your hands." Katelin throws the man to the floor and shoves him with her foot. Hard.
"But there will be no future if mortals are like you." Katelin then turns her slightly angry expression into one of sorrow. "And there will be no love." She turns, and walks away.
Xera pulls the man the the boy closer together, still smiling. "If the three of us are one, for better or worse, we'll have to be one. No fights, nothing. The both of you have to just wake up. Get over yourselves."
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The sun rises. It's dawn. Everyone is awake, gathered together at the huge living room. Silent, waiting for a conversation to start. They were determined, yet fearful. And all sorts. The absence of Ranna also contributed to their worries.
And they were about to have more.
An email was sent, yet again.
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Sender: C
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Hello, embodiment. Great job of repelling us. But we will return, deadlier then ever. We can never truely die.
Today, at 9:30pm, girls named Hirenko, Maribel and Renko will be killed. The police will claim it as a Freak Accident. It shall be at Kyoto University.
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Along with one, more "friendly" email. In the form of a gap popping up beside Kanako.
"Hello~!" Yukari says.
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(Mira can move on her own. Aesera can only will the lance to become One or split into two(sharp ends). You should type out more on the NIGHT before going on with the MORNING with a nice linebreak.)
