Tales of Symphonia, Idiot seraphim tres.
((A/N: Hiya everyone, and welcome to yet another part of the Idiot seraphim series! This is most likely the final part, m'kay? I know how much you love me, but it's got to end some day. Though that day is not today! That day is still a few weeks away! Now, enjoy!))
Chapter one.
One night, in Mithos's laboratory in Vinheim, the terror began. Mithos completed the masterpiece he had been working on for three years.
"It's alive! Aliiiive!" he chanted, and lights flashed menacingly in the background. "Ah, those darn disco lights…" Mithos turned back and pulled the plug on his high-tech party gear. Meanwhile, about twenty feet away, a mechanical dome opened, revealing a woman with long, green hair. She appeared to be somewhere in her early twenties. The woman stirred and opened her eyes.
"Martel! You're back! You have a body again!" Mithos called cheerfully. The woman known as Martel sat up and stared blankly at her hands.
"I have… a body?" she repeated.
"Yes! I finally created the perfect vessel for you!" Mithos smiled excitedly.
"Four thousand years… Four thousand years, I've been waiting to do this…" Martel got to her feet and walked towards her younger brother. Mithos, who was expecting a grateful hug from his sister, opened his arms. Then he got slapped in his face.
"Man, that felt good! Four thousand years, I've been waiting to give you a good spanking!" Martel hissed.
"Eep! Why?"
"First, you misinterpret my dying wish, turning you into some crazed dictator. Then you refuse to let me die in peace, and tie my exsphere to the tree that is supplying the world with mana. Next, you split the world into two, kill thousands of innocent people, manipulate the entire population, and you drag poor Yuan and Kratos into it too! Four thousand years, I've been waiting. Watching. Unable to do anything. And damn, it was boring!" Martel shrieked.
"Looks like someone got out of the wrong side of her hyper electronic cocoon this morning." Mithos mumbled. Martel slapped him again.
"So this is where you live now? I suppose you're compensating for something then?" Martel and Mithos were wandering the large corridors of Vinheim the second.
"Why do people keep saying that?"
"Oooh, where does this door go?" Martel pointed to a random door. Just one of many hundreds of doors in that corridor.
"Huh? That would be the-" Mithos began, but Martel had already pulled the door open. Immediately, both Kratos and Yuan came falling into the hallway with a bang.
"Broomcloset." Mithos finished.
"My ribs…" Yuan grunted, sitting up and looking around to see who had had the nerve to interrupt him and Kratos. Then he stared straight into the face of his fiancée. "Martel! Uh… This isn't what it looks like!" he called, before promptly fainting.
"Yuan!" Kratos quickly caught him, but then noticed the look on Martel's face, and dropped him again.
"Yuan… Kratos… broomcloset…" Martel muttered, turning red with anger.
"You've been watching for four thousand years, but you didn't know Kratos and Yuan were a couple?" Mithos asked, slightly amused. He got slapped by Martel again.
"You know how hard it is to keep an eye on all of you! Besides, you were the one always getting into trouble!"
Yuan slowly awoke. He was feeling strangely lightheaded. He opened his eyes and looked to his right, where he saw Kratos.
"Heh. Hey Kratos, I had the strangest dream. I dreamt Martel had come back to murder us…" Yuan laughed. The idea was preposterous.
"Uh… Yuan… Look down. Or uh... up." Kratos said slowly, pointing up. Yuan did so.
"Oh my god, we're hanging upsidedown over a pot of boiling water." Yuan shrieked, flailing helplessly. Indeed, both guys were hanging by their ankles, over a large black pot.
"Yuan, calm down. You were always a wimp." Came Martel's voice. Yuan looked around and saw upside down Martel standing next to a smirking upside down Mithos.
"Dammit Mithos, what did you do? How did you do it? And whyyyy!" Yuan called, shaking his fist.
"Why? Are you not happy to see me, Yuan dear?" Martel asked suspiciously.
"I… Uh…" Yuan looked down, which was up for him, and saw the boiling water. "Yes, ofcourse I did!"
"If you really wanna know, I used Tabatha as a prototype to create a another automated doll. More sophisticated, detailed, and like the real Martel. Plus, it had Martel's exact mana signature." Mithos explained.
"Stop bragging Mithos, nobody cares." Martel snapped. Yuan suddenly remembered why he liked Martel in the first place.
((I want to apologise to all the Martel fans again. I'm sorry!))
