"As I have been your beginning. So shall I be... Your end."
Aesera plummets within herself, Rin's mind, and the everlasting essence of Chaos within. No light is in the place. Aesera stands in the middle of complete darkness, not even able to see her hands when she puts it as close to her face as possible. It's just a dark, silent world in here. She had come this far, and she had to end it. Aesera began to walk, blind and unknowning. Deeper into the darkness of Rin's soul - No. Her very creation. Her existence. It almost seemed like hours of this dreadful silence, only the sound of her own breath echoed through this dark labyrinth. It seemed like an endless hallway rather then a maze. Aesera could go in any direction, but like always, through the torso, towards the heart. Straight. She walked and walked, her footsteps heavy and almost scrapping against whatever material the floor was made of.
"There is no one left to save you."
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3P5n35V3wQMAesera begins to run. Not knowning why, she just runs. Deeper and deeper into this lonely, isolated part of existence. A soul could never be this dark, this... Filthy. There was only black and corruption at every corner. Aesera stops in her tracks. There's a weird sound from above. As if something was crashing down from the skies. If a soul had a sky, that is. Aesera looked up, into the darkness above. And there, a scarlet, shining light plummeting down at Aesera. It's size dictates that it would crush her before she could flee. But this is creation, existence! This is where Rin began. And where Chaos would end. Aesera grits her teeth, bending her arms low and forming the lance once more. But the instant it appears, it shatters apart, as if it was never allowed to enter. However, red energy begins to swirl around Aesera's hands and arms. The energy just like the one the lance was made of. They emit out of her palms like flames, and circle her fists like swirling water. Aesera tilts her head up, slamming her feet down to even the balance as the searing, meteror-like object heads towards her.
"Come!" She shouts, as the fireball of destruction reaches it's destination. Aesera raises her hands up high, right as the meteror hits. She's basically carrying a giant, molten ball. It burns and scorches her palms, the heat wanting to roast her alive. Red tentacles begin to form around the meteror, Aesera screams in pain, falling to her knees as the rock crushes her and ruptures the earth beneath her feet. Fear clouds her mind, but her will pushing on from within her heart. Even as she begins to sink bellow the cracking earth, she shouts and pushes with her strength and might, red energy flaring all across her body. The meteror begins to budge in the other direction, as Aesera shouts and puts her all into it. Rage begins to push against the fear in her mind, and she begins to punch the molten rock. As she punches and punches, her bones begin to crack. Her muscles begin to melt, and she can feel her very soul being burnt into ashes. But this will not stop her. Red energy flows into her body, right as her left arm just breaks apart and shatters like glass. With one last battlecry, Aesera punches the burning rock.
The meteror cracks and bursts into black flames, tentacles and green skulls. They float in the air for just a second, before they implode on themselves.
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"What do you want, Aesera? You have already failed at living once. You are a fool." A deep, rumbling voice says. Chaos.
Aesera lies on the floor, her arm terribly burnt and her body immobile, but still conscious. Rin falls to her knees in front of her, the darkness from her eyes fading away. Chaos has been banished. Aesera shuts her eyes and puts her mind to rest. She has done enough, anymore and only death will await her.
"What do you want, Aesera? You have already failed at living once. But you are my greatest creation." A loud, charismatic voice is heard. Azeri.
"I know you never wanted to do this. Your life was doing alright just the way it was. None of you wanted to do this. Hell, none of you wanted to even be our embodiments. And yet, with that thought, that is what makes you human. The key to salvation is humanity. That is what the Gods never had. As I have said before, I will say it again. All of you will one day, rise above us. And when we sleep till the dawn of the next recreation, the embodiments will be Gods. Mortal Gods. The very contradiction that prevents a paradox. And you, Aesera, you have what the others do not have. An unbreakable will."
Aesera's body begins to shine blue, runic lines begin to trail up her body, making strange symbols in a language unknown. Around her, a circle made of words is formed, and six lances - The ones Aesera could always make, lie in key points of the circles, floating, pointing towards Aesera. A red halo begins to form atop Aesera's head, glowing in spectacular light and power. Aesera's body limply begins to stand, runes cover her entire body, and she opens her mouth, breathing for the first time in this newfound power. This is the power. The power of an angel. Eight tentacles burst out from her black, before fading away and coming back as lines of pure light, forming some sort of shoulder plate on Aesera, before wings sprout from her back. But these wings do not have feathers like one would think an angel would have. These wings were just light. Red light. From the shoulder plate, forms a golden hood which covers Aesera's face. Now, only one lance remains, slowly forming into a sword. It is a plain sword, the blade is purely red, long and tipped with gold, the hilt is a dark blue, with a gem embeded inside. The gem is a shade of gold too. Although it looks plain, it has more power then Aesera's previous lances.
"Your power is that of a savior. And your blade is Auriel, The Sword of Hope."
The power suddenly implodes on Aesera, forcing her onto the ground. She coughs out blood and clutches her chest, right as a black, worm-like object pushes itself out of her throat, forming insect-legs and crawling up to Rin, and melts beside her.
(Aesera is unable to fight now.)
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Sakuya turns from Nazrin's fight. The curves in these arn't going to be able to give her any space. And with Rin down... Sakuya winks at Newan, before disappearing. There, in the place of Sakuya, was Newan. Nazrin blinks a couple of times. Surely this could'nt... The lazers were reaching at Newan at an incredible speed now. The precious seconds Nazrin took to figure out what happened would cost her. She could'nt stop the spellcard fast enough. But Newan was more alert then ever. His blade shot out from his gloves hand, and with a flew wide slashes, blocked the lazers. As they turn, they notice Sakuya standing beside Youmu, pulling her collar.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8uJZ2NLy4Q"Hello, half-ghost. We meet again." Sakuya throws her towards Newan, who catches her right as his blade deactivates. Sakuya takes this moment to teleport behind Newan, leaving a flash of... Poker cards. With one swift lunge, she stabs Newan with a knife in his back. As Youmu drops to the floor, Newan slumps on Sakuya, his eyes beginning to close. Sakuya puts a finger on Newan's lips as he struggles to say something before he falls into his slumber.
"Shush. Time for you to die." Sakuya pulls another knife from nothing at all, and spins it in front of Newan's closing eyes. "Hmm. Let's paint the floor scarlet." Sakuya raises the knife up high, and brings it down. It connects, piercing Newan's torso cleanly through. The knife then begins to vibrate in Newan's chest, before every vein in his body is cut. Sakuya pulls out the knife, licking the blood from it's steel. "Mmm, just like the Mistress wanted." She drops Newan on the floor, and ignores Nazrin. She's too weak to be a match for her. Looking at Youmu, who has Roukanken out.
"My my, so eager to kill the one who tormented you quite some time ago?" Sakuya grins, and Youmu is silent. They clash, Youmu delivering the first strike as she charges at Sakuya, who blocks the Roukanken with a knife in each hand. She thrusts her arms forward, sending Youmu back. Sakuya runs forward, three knives appearing in each hand. She throws them, flying straight for Youmu's vitals. Youmu jumps back and flies up, Myon following right behind her. As she brings Roukanken to herself, Sakuya appears in a flash, her knives gritting against the katana, steel grinding. Youmu pushes forward, spinning and kicking Sakuya's arm as she launches herself away from Sakuya. Her blade begins to collect pink, pedal-shaped energy. Sakuya lands on the ground, throwing more knives as they fly towards Youmu.
Youmu does a flip in the air, effectively stopping her movement as her feet touch the floor. With a slash, a green, curved wave fires out from Roukanken, repelling the knives and going straight for Sakuya. Sakuya just grins, and jumps up, only to be met with another green wave. However, Sakuya is more then prepared. Time slows around Sakuya, the green wave almost reaching her throat as Sakuya lowers herself. With the wave out, she flies towards Youmu, wielding more knives. The two meet, steel singing in their hands as the long katana and the devilish knives meet. The two of them push against each other, their weapons grinding once more, before they jump back. Youmu is the first to initiate, her blade glowing pink as she swings, firing around eight arrow-shaped, pink beams directly at Sakuya, who dodges each of them perfectly. The beams however, curve and come at Sakuya from behind. Sakuya turns, and Youmu flies up into the sky, her blade now glowing green.
As Sakuya dodges the pink beams over and over, Youmu slashes once more, making many green curves flying at Sakuya. She notices, a knife appearing in each hand as she dashes through, grazing and grazing. The two meet after the onslaught, and their steel sing once more. They exchange blows, and go their seperate ways, Youmu crashing on the ground as a large gash on her arm forms. Sakuya lands on her feet, but not without an injury. A cut running up her arm beginning from her backhand.
Youmu and Sakuya look at each other, Sakuya's eyes filled with rage, while Youmu just stands here, waiting. Myon floats beside her as the Roukanken glows pink once more. Sakuya rushes forward as Youmu pulls out the Hakurouken, and brings them both down, making two long green curved waves that head for Sakuya. She jumps up, just to see hundreds of blue bullets firing straight up from the point of impact. As she grazes and grazes, Youmu runs forward, bringing Hakurouken down. It misses just by an inch as Sakuya moves, but Youmu still has the Roukanken, and she uses it. Another green curve fires out, hitting Sakuya's shoulder and pushing her down. As she slams into the ground, Youmu stands beside her, silent. Rhiseza runs over to Youmu, looking at the struggling Sakuya. Why is she weak now?
Sakuya begins to fidget on the floor, shivering and clawing at her eyes, as if trying to rip them out. Rhiseza looks over Youmu's shoulder, looking at Sakuya. Her eyes are pure black, her knives are shaking in her fingers. Instinctively, Rhiseza bends down, looking at Sakuya. Her eyes rapidly blink, before they stop. Staring blindly into Rhiseza's eyes in a deep gaze, the black arms on Rhiseza glow in their black light. The chains on her body attempt to pry themselves from her body and touch Sakuya. And, without hesitation, they do. As one of the chains touch Sakuya's arm, she begins to glow. Glow in the light of darkness.
Rhiseza stands alone in a dark, isolated room. Two blades, one shorter then the other, are stuck into the ground beside her. This triggers a memory. They're Youmu's blades. The Roukanken and Hakurouken. Rhiseza looks at them, before grabbing each one of them with her b- Wait... Her black arms are gone! So are the chains. Rhiseza looks around her. Only darkness at every side. She strides on and on, but each time she looks back, she always sees the blades. As if they were following her. Or she wasn't walking at all. Rhiseza begins to run, but still she makes no progress. The blades are still behind her, and she possibly had never covered any distance at all. Where... was she anyway?
Rhiseza walked back to the blades, her hand harmlessly floating above the hilt of the longer Roukanken. And, after moments of thinking, she grabs it. Nothing. Not even a sound. She grabs the hilt of the other. Nothing. However, as she begins to pull the blades out of the ground, voices begin to seep from the cracks the blades have made. Voices that penetrated her mind. Voices that will forever haunt her. Vision began to enter her head, clouding her vision. The last thing she saw was the swords vanish....
There she is, alone, lying on the floor. Sakuya, her puffy grey hair covering her face, her hands desperately grab and tug on a man's arm. The man's hair is totally grey, including his beard and mustache. Rhiseza walks closer to Sakuya, looking at her. She's much smaller, and her hair is shorter... And then, Sakuya's voice floods the room.
"I wanted to follow in father's footsteps and be a magician just like him... I was happy... But then that day just had to come. A sparkling, full moon, awoken by the sound of gunshots..."
There, the child-Sakuya stands beside her almost dead father, clutching a knife close to herself, crying. Her father lies there, silent and with a large gash wound on his chest. Slowly, a door is slammed open and another man begins to walk in. His skin is grey, his eyes are hollow and his fingers are claws. As he groans, he walks steadily to the child-Sakuya. Rhiseza stands there, holdiing the two blades of Youmu, silent, fearing that if she did anything, things would not go as planned. The child-Sakuya begins to waver Her hands begin to shake, as the ghoul begins to approach her. Rhiseza takes action. She runs at the ghoul, bringing the Roukanken down, slicing it in half. But the ghoul doesn't get hit. The blade goes silently through it's body like a ghost. She turns to the young Sakuya, who doesn't seem to see her, still shivering in fear as the Ghoul reaches out...
"God help me."
"Sorry, but God's away right now."
Rhiseza looked up towards the voice, but saw nothing. Nothing at all. She turned to the child-Sakuya, stop stood there, astonished by whatever vision her eye was able to capture. She looked around, nothing. Even the old man's prone body had vanished. Only Sakuya stood there, gazing blindly to the skies above. And then, Rhiseza did the most foolish thing in her life. Bringing Roukanken down, she slashed Sakuya in half. Lightning began to rupture out from the large gash, engulfing Rhiseza. With the light now surrounding her, she managed to look at herself. Her limbs were black, and tentacles were wrapped around them.
"How?! How could you see the illusion through! You are the partner of Youmu... You should not be able to..." The lightning spiraled out of control, pushing Rhiseza further and further up. The voice began to soften as she ascended at great speeds. "How?! HOW?!"
Rhiseza falls to her knees, Youmu gripping on her shoulder, shaking her. Sakuya lies in front of them, smiling. Chaos has been banished.
(Since I gave you da pawah before you used your CC, let it be so.)
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Flandre cracks her hands, standing still, her stone gaze directed at Vante. As she swung her head to the side, her eyes just dripped with venom, that killing instinct. Her target is set. Flandre jumps up, calling for L?vateinn once more, but through the fire and the flames which it once had, all it was surrounded with now was pure, abysmal darkness. Flandre flew directly straight at Vante, her monstrous mouth wide open, her red eyes filled with battle hunger. Flandre charged straight, but was blocked as the Scythe came back, spinning around her. With one, long swing with L?vateinn, Vante's scythe was sent plummeting into the ground, where it promptly make a crack and jammed itself in.
Vante turned to his Scythe, still wielding his twin sticks. The scythe seems to be fading away now, slowly, but surely. Flandre takes this chance to attack, swooping down and swinging L?vateinn. The black flames twirl around Vante, who tries to block L?vateinn with his twin sticks. Why he would do that, who knows, but it was his only hope. He could'nt move, being surrounded by these flames and a bloodthirsty, corrupted vampire grinning in front of him. With a huge weapon.
"I ask! Why? Why are you doing this?"
The Corrupted Flandre halts her assault, but her grip on L?vateinn does not relent. She tilts her head up and looks towards the sky.
"You will never know, Mortal. You will never understand... Only through death and corruption will your race learn!"
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhSxqZy0IGE Flandre spins around once more, reigniting the black flames and swinging L?vateinn at Vante, who expertly blocks the giant blade-wand with his two sticks. It's unbelievable that they could still retain their strength and endurance even against this weapon of mass destruction. Vante, begins to push Flandre back, using the strength of his armor to his advantage, Vante manages to just be a wall, slowly moving back, resisting the black flames. He is the only one who is protected by magical damage due to his armor. Strong physical attacks can skill penetrate the armor, as shown in his earlier fight with Meira.
With two swift strikes, Vante forces Flandre's grip on L?vateinn to falter just for a moment, allowing space to step in and hold down L?vateinn as much as possible. If it managed to get a clean hit on his chest or face, it would be all over. Vante releases his grip on one of the sticks, before his hand grabs down on L?vateinn, pushing it further with his strength. He was never this strong, even with the armor and powers granted to him. Why was he able to hold off this being of destruction? Vante's mouth opened, panting. The black flames scorched his hands, but that only made his grip tighter.
"Tell me! Why do you want everything dead and gone?!" Vante begins to grit his teeth from the pain. The armor over his hands begins to glow black from the immense heat. "You corrupt countless people! You murder everything in your path! What do you want to achieve?!"
Flandre's monstrous mouth snaps open, leaking black acid as she forces herself to pull L?vateinn up. With a battlecry, she pushes Vante over and pulls L?vateinn from his grasp. Flandre jumps up into the sky, shouting and screaming in that low, growling voice. The crystals on her wings burst into black flames, and so do her arms. She stares back at Vante, with a look of pure venom. She opens her mouth and roars, sounding like a thousand screams and howls. Just like how she "competed" with Mystia earlier. Flandre shakes her head violently, before growling, pulling L?vateinn closer to herself.
"Mortal! You can never comprehend our intentions!"
Flandre shouts, throwing L?vateinn straight at Vante. Vante jumps in, reducing the space between Flandre and Himself. Putting his arms up, he slams Flandre down to the ground, using gravity to his advantage as his entire body pushes the vampire into the rubble. As she lands on the ground, you do so too, now standing right above her. As you look down, Flandre begins to smile. Suddenly, Vante clutches his chest, falling to his knees right above Flandre. His armor begins to crack, pieces begin to fall off him his torso and shoulders.
"You may be an embodiment. But your chosen partners were never needed to fight us! To fight Chaos! They are a boon, and a bane, to us. Not even we know why the Children had to give you allies from Gensokyo. We can easily corrupt them all. And if we kill them, the embodiments die too."
That's right.
Why were each and every one of you paired up with a specific Gensokyan? What was it's purpose? If they were not ment to fight Chaos, what were they ment to do? Why were they even here?
So many questions, but so few answers. And every answer brings about new questions.
The stone idol drops out of a crack in your armor, landing beside Flandre. She doesn't seem to notice it as she grins wider and begins to laugh. "Listen, boy. Submit to us, and we will spare you of this misery. This plight. I promise that you will live a peaceful life under our rule."
Vante droops his head down, blood beginning to leak from a sudden emergence of a large slash in his chest. As he tilts his head to the right slightly, he notices Mystia. Lying on the floor, injured god knows when. Maybe during the fight. Blue crystals are impaled directly in her chest, about seven of them all in the same area.
Knowledge is what you seek, my creation. I was never the wisest of the four, or the most... respectable. I am Vuen, lastborn of God. And I will give you the knowledge... Of our plans.Vante shivers, before colapsing on Flandre, who shouts for her final time. "Mortal! H-"
Vante stands alongside a white piece of armor. His own armor, walking and looking at Vante as they strolled deeper into the darkness of Flandre's soul. "You, my friend, are the most lucky of the others. You don't have to be put to the task of saving Flandre from Corruption. Hell, I'll do it for you." The armor grabs Vante's shoulder and shakes him slightly. "All of you want to know, why your partners have been useless so far. And let me tell you this. They are not useless. They were not chosen to help you fight Chaos, but chosen to defeat something that awoke Chaos from it's peaceful slumber. Chaos was never evil! It was what made every mortal different. Their personalities, their likings, their favourites, they sins, and their kindness. Everything that differs from person to person is Chaos. Without Chaos, there would be no Life. And without Life, no Chaos."
The armor seems to sigh as it continues on. "The universe is split into three parts. The Creation, which is where all of this expanding galaxies are. The Astral/Elemental Plane, a completely different dimension where all of us rule and live. And the last part, The Evolution. That is where Chaos resides. It has a ruler, a kind hearted man of great power, rivaling God himself. But, a fraction of Chaos were rebelling against them, and they somehow managed to seal the ruler of Chaos, and gain his powers, now having conquered the entire dimension of Chaos, is proceeding to corrupt The Creation. Once done, they shall come to us."
"Gensokyo was made as a sacred land for one certain being to exist. The Dragon God. His name is Imagination. As he is what gives every human the power of creativity and thought. Yukari and the first Hakurei never knew that creating the barrier would trigger Chaos' invasion to accelerate a billion times faster. That was their first mistake. Their second mistake was sealing every "evil" youkai within Makai. By doing this, they sealed the unfortunate protectorates of Gensokyo, effectively leaving the border almost defenseless. If the border breaks and Imagination dies, Chaos can freely corrupt every mortal on Earth, before the entire universe."
"Whoever sparked the revolution for Chaos is the one controlling all of this. And your partners are key to stopping it. My siblings have suspicions on who it could be, but we have no confirmed evidence, so you have to find out on your own. Because us Gods, cannot touch Chaos, as Azeri has explained to Aesera." Just then, the armor seems to fade. It looks at it's slowing turning non-existent hands and sigh.
"Looks like my time in here is running out. Don't worry about Flandre or yourself or Mystia. I've healed you all at the cost of your Chaotic connection." The armor turns away. "Oh yes, and this excess energy from the connection... It should take effect soon after you wake." Vante, who had been silent for the whole encounter, opened his mouth, only being about to say one sentence.
"Thanks, Vuen." The armor seems to brighten up.
"Don't mention it, Vante. Now go, go and make us proud."
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Mokou and Cirno, glaring at each other, standing still and silent. Mokou's wounds were beginning to heal, and Cirno just stood there, waiting. Waiting.
"Immortal. Oh how long it as been to taste the flesh of one."
Mokou brushes her shoulder. "Psh. Like ya' can just try."
Cirno throws her head back, laughing heartily. "Immortal! You will make a great game today. Come, let us play..."
Cirno held her hand up, laughing and laughing as a sphere of ice began to form. "Denizens of Ice! Come to me!" From the ground, water began to leak up, forming small puddles on the floor. The sphere of Ice in Cirno's hand slowly began to widen too. The puddles froze over in a matter of seconds once they were in Cirno's gaze. Bulky rocks from the ground begin to rupture out, swirling around Cirno as they freeze, forming rising, black, crystalized beings. Tentacles cover their backs, and they have the same heads as the first few Chaotic Spawns that the others have seen before. Cirno laughs and laughs, the sphere in her hand finally taking form.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EK2Gi5_C8wYIt has a long hilt, and a thick, rectangular head. A hammer. But not just any hammer. The earth around her seems to erupt more, burning hot magna spewing out slowly. As the magna reaches about a step of Cirno, it begins to turn blue, and cold. Very cold. The magma floats up and connects itself to the hammer, as many spikes of ice burst from the hammer, making it look more like a rectangular mace. Cirno's wings beat as her body begins to float. The Icy, Chaotic spawns rush themselves towards Mokou, only to be punched, kicked, and melted as Mokou began to walk, grinning as her body ignites with rejuvenated flames.
Cirno's ice wings flap and emit cold air, being visible in this red sky. Mokou's own, phoenix wings of eternal flames, beat on their own rhythm. Cirno and Mokou glare at each other, for the final time, and they charge. Mokou does a swift jump up, throwing her entire body with her right arm outstretched. Cirno pulls back her left arm, and in range, lets it fly forward. Their moves connect, their fists clashing against each other as Fire and Ice wrap around each other, each threatening to burn the other. Cirno jumps back, slamming her fists together as she throws up the hammer. Mokou rushes in, her entire body in blazing flames. Cirno effectively blocks around four punches before the hammer slams down in between the duo. Cirno kicks the hammer right as it lands, sending it flying at Mokou.
It whizzes through the air, cutting through the still-floating rocks, slicing the air as cold, frozen over air takes it's place. Mokou turns and runs, the hammer just rushing towards her, ignoring the apparent factors of gravity and physics. After a distance, Mokou spins around, her hand blazing with fires redder then even the sun. As her hand touches the hammer's hilt, she forces her fingers around it, catching it in mid-air. The frost and flame mingle around each other in a deadly dance, before each strikes out at the other, lunging with their fiery and cold tongues. Mokou jerks violently as the hammer vibrates, the cold air seeming to devour her flames. Ice begins to form on her backhand, and finally, Mokou releases her grip, forcing her hand shut from the burning sensation. It's cold. In a burst of flames, the ice melts, and Mokou looks up at Cirno, who has the hammer in hand now. The frozen angel smirks, spinning the hammer in her hands.
"If you can't even hold Cryurion, what do you hope to achieve with battling me?"
"So you named your little toy? How old are you?"
Cirno makes an annoyed tsh, her free hand turning into a fist rather quickly after. She throws Cryurion into the skies once more, thrusting one hand forward, before a small of ice forms in it. Cirno throws the ball at Mokou. The immortal begins to glide towards Cirno, her flaming wings beating, scorching waves of fire emit from them, dashing forward and melting all the ice in the way. The ball, however, does not melt. As a single drop of water forms on the ball, it shatters into a wall of frozen icicles. Mokou is caught unaware, stopping her movement before making a sharp ascent. Cirno waves her hand, and the Icicles follow her. Mokou and the icicles accelerate fairly quickly, higher and higher into the skies they go, until they are surposedly out of view of Cirno. Just then, Mokou spins, her wings twirling around her body.
"I will show ya' what da' years have taught me!"
As the flames spiral around Mokou, they form a sort of lance, pointed at the tip, around Mokou's head. Her legs are supported by a huge column of fire,, before Mokou falls, letting gravity pull her to Cirno. Wings of flames burst from the sides of the makeshift lance, trailing down so fast that they actually thin down, making just a row of flame, making the lance look more like an arrow. As Mokou plummets towards Cirno, she notices that Cirno just stands there, looking at her. Laughing, Cryurion in hand.
"I'll play your
fucking game, Immortal!"
Cirno shatters Cryurion's hilt, grabbing just the hammer's head itself, as black and blue tentacles burst from the ground, covering Cirno's arms. Cryurion begins to melt with her hand, forming a big, spiked gauntlet. As Mokou pierces through the air as she comes into range, her flames, instead of weakening, grow larger, inflaming the air around her, making it spark and burn. Cirno pulls her arm back, and thrusts her body forward, breaking the sound barrier right after she jumps. The two meet in mid-air, Mokou going head-first into Cirno's makeshift gauntlet. The two collide in a massive, spark-shaped explosion of blue and red. Shockwaves echo through the battlefield, shocking those still conscious, and making the silent, unmoving Patchouli tremble.
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Mokou lies on the ground, exhausted, weak, and broken. Cirno stands beside her, grinning as her completely burnt arm begins to regenerate with help of the blue-black tentacles that emerged from the ground. She bends down, looking at the immortal's face, still having that smirk on her own.
"Death, has finally caught up to you, Immortal."
"...N-Not... Ye...t..."
A loud piercing sound is heard, before things begin to crack and shatter. A large, yellow blade penetrated Cirno's defenses, cutting cleanly through her entire midsection. The pulsating energy blade sears and melts her insides, but physical damage is only the tip of the iceberg. As the now-alive Newan pulls out his blade, gold armor begins to form on his entire right arm and shoulder. With runic words written all over the gold metal, wind begins to form around Newan, covering his yellow sword. The gems on his armor and glove turn white, and as the winds push themselves apart, his blade is now blue. Blue, with a wicked edge. It's once, straightforward, sharp tip is replaced by a scythe-like blue claw. A claw with one jagged finger. As Newan impales Cirno's back once more with the weapon, he sighs, before pulling it out. But what he pulled out was none other then Chaos. A black, swirling substance which looked much like an orb covered with Tentacles burst from Cirno's back, forming into a shape much like the Chaotic Spawns. It lacks a green skull, though. Newan sighs once more, and the Chaos melts while impaled in his blade. As Newan too, colapses on his knees, his blade turns into the straight, yellow one it once was.
(Changable blades~!)
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Hirenko stood silent in the middle of the battle, looking at the carnage just these Corrupted people from Gensokyo have wrought. Rumia stands beside her, the Antichrist blade whispering tidings of doom to all those who could come near. Hirenko gripped her blade tighter, feeling it's eldtrich energy just pulsate within her hand. Back in the clocktower of the school, time itself had stopped. The swirling vortex had broken through the spacetime continuum just like how Sakuya can. Daiyousei roared in agony as the danmaku barrage rained down upon her, and burnt her green, energy-body even as they dissipate. With a long, low growl, the vortex bursts outward, engulfing Alice, Alyssa and Daiyousei herself in a giant burst of light.
Gale looked around in the darkness, avoiding the constant needles and danmaku that emerge from them. He could hear the annoying laughter from Koakuma, the crackling of her third eye. The deep breathing of a recovering Orin. Koakuma could possibly be the weakest, yet the most dangerous of the enemies that everyone fought. Along with the barrier's noise whenever Gale's light orbs hit, the shattering of nearby glass and crushing of rubble slowly began to grow. Things were happening outside. Things that he didn't know. Maybe the others had died. Maybe they lost, hell, maybe they won. Gale had to end it in a move, I mean, he had been given this power for a reason, and that would probably be to end Koakuma. Analysis.
She could pull souls out of their bodies. She can make needles and danmaku. She has an eye on her chest that gives her energy. She's impulsive and not that bright. She's also annoying and a pain in the ass. Clearly, this meant only one thing. Gale was surrounded by darkness, right? His body and his entire being was light. They could. No, scientifically, light is "stronger" then darkness. And so, it will work.
Patchouli floated around the battlefield, ruins all around her. Flandre, Cirno, Sakuya, even Rin, were down. The embodiments were stronger then expected, and their ability to remove Chaos from it's host's body was completely unexpected. It caught Chaos off guard, and then could mean the end for them. It never even began, yet. Patchouli landed on the ground, fear slowly creeping up her once-expressionless face. Chaos feared, but it knew, that eventually, it would win. Chaos could never die, Patchouli took slow steps back, her hands began to shake. The crystals on her dress began to tremble too. Fear filled her mind. Torment ran down her veins. Agony pulsed in her heart. Despair clasped her soul. Chaos was beginning to relent from it's own doing. It made Fear. It made Despair. It was the seven sins in one being. It was Evil itself. And yet...
Blood spilled over the ground. Black tentacles whose appearance almost exactly matches Chaos' own flung themselves out of the wound. The purple-haired girl looked down at her chest, feeling for a wound that could never be touched. Hirenko pulled her shadow blade out, along with a small, black orb. The crystals on Patchouli broke, split into a thousand pierces, and literally evaporated in the air. The now-clothless girl closed her eyes slowly, shutting the world away, as she fell on the ground. The orb pierced by the blade screamed and writhed in agony, before it broke into four, falling on the ground, squirming and melting.
All was silent in the field of ruin.
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Alyssa kneeled on the ground beside Alice, crying as Mira pulled gently on her shoulder, trying to comfort her with words that could never be heard. Shanghai and Hourai laid around Alice, looking as dead as their master. Daiyousei, whose features are now visible even under that teal skin, leaned back on a pile of clockwork, her right arm and torso have been impaled by lances, still sticking out of her body. Slowly, she pulled the lances out one by one, revealing Danmaku burns on her own, real skin. The lances penetrated the teal energy.
As the last lance plops on the ground, Daiyousei's wounds begin to bleed. Blood flows down, covering the teal energy with a scarlet tint.
"W-We... Cannot lose... We are Chaos..." Daiyousei turns to the horizon, looking out of the shattered glass window.
"The Experiment has left. We have failed. She cannot hold..."
Daiyousei shuts her eyes, the teal energy compacting and releasing itself in every direction, threatening to burn the two girls into ashes. As Alyssa stares at the oncoming teal wave with tears in her eyes, a lone figure rises from the rubble and clockwork. It's hand outstretched, the teal waves pass harmlessly over the being, blocking Alyssa and Alice.
"You never had a connection. So I am here to save you." The figure turns it's head, looking at the little girl. "I am the Ethereal Seeker." The teal energy fades, and the figure begins to fade into existence like the teal energy. "My embodiment was never here. Yet. It'll come in time, little girl. Treat this as my favour to you."
The being fades away, and Alyssa appears in the ruined battlefield, along with the dolls and the unconscious Alice Margatroid. A lying Vante is quite near, and Gale stands above him.
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Koakuma and Daiyousei's bodies lie parallel to each other, their breaths heavy, but steady.
Chaos is gone. But everything else is in ruins. The red sky fades back into dark blue.
The Time is 00:00.
The entire group, even the
other Gensokyans, are in front of a shrine. The Hakurei Shrine.
Welcome to Gensokyo.
