"If that is what you want so be it!" Seraphim yells as a crimson aura shrouds her body, "Yes it was me! ME! I did all of this!" Seraphim holds out of arms, her face of bewilderment mixed with amusement shows greatly in her cynical smile. Her silver breastplate and pauldrons broken and chipped, her clothing under her armour lay heavily burnt and tattered, barely hiding any skin from the rain. "I stopped Dia! Banished her to the darkest corner! So I deserve this place! I will be the next to be Apotheosis! Humanity deserves to be all Apotheosized!"
The hundreds of cloaked figures float around Seraphim, each holding a unique weapon, ranging from a simple Sword all the way to a simple Metal Chain. The most prominent one holds a simple staff with a large white orb glowing with the colours of the rainbow adorn atop the staff.
"So be it! Strike me down for I will be remembered as the one who brought the old Gods and old Goddesses to their knees!" Seraphim yells as thunder and lightning clash with rain and wind. "Smite me and the thousands shall uproar in rage! I SAVED US ALL!" Seraphim yells as the formless light starts to form in her hand, "I am the saviour. You are the tyrants." Seraphim mocks with a smouldering tone and an equal smouldering look as a Whitewood bow forms in his hand with a golden string.
The figure with the staff raises their hand, "You are cast from the isles of this Dimension! You have brought needless violence and retribution against us lead by falsifications!" The figure's voice echoes in the wind, her feminine tone deep and filled with authority. Around Seraphim forms a great vortex of wind and rain and lighting.
Seraphim aims her bow at the figure with the staff, "No! I lead humanity to greater heights than you ever deemed us lesser to be worth!" Seraphim pulls the bowstring back, a large golden arrow of light forms in between her fingers as she pulls back. "Retribution for your hubris is needed! We are Humanity! We need no Gods and Goddesses!" Seraphim lets go of the string sending the arrowhead at the hooded figure.
The vortex of wind, rain and lightning sent down a giant light of gold colliding with the arrow. In a brief moment nothing but silence, but like snap, a large surge of howling wind like a vacuum consumes the place with a bright implosion of golden light bursting.
Seraphim opens her eyes as she observes the complete darkness she meditates in. "How long?" She asks.
Echoing footsteps approach closer to her. "In this dimension, it has been a thousand years." Seraphim slowly turns her head around to see a fully grown Valkyrie. Long Black Hair, reaching her waist, and teal blue eyes, she wears a very ancient looking dress, with a golden breastplate and a golden snake armlet on her left bicep and a silk ribbon on her right bicep, silk covers most of her body, except for her belly, thighs and arms, oddly she wears no footwear.
Seraphim clenches her hands, "So I stayed in stasis for over a thousand years?" Seraphim asks gritting her teeth.
"More or less." Valkyrie seats herself beside Seraphim. "You were right about us not being in Hyper Dimension."
Seraphim opens her hand, a crimson aura begins to reveal itself, "So the process is beginning again?"
"It appears so."
The two sit in silence. Seraphim sighs, "How much time passed in Hyperdimension?"
"Why don't we go and see."
Seraphim turns her head towards Valkyrie, "You mean you have enough power?"
Valkyrie laughs, "No but I manage to do some scouting, we are on a small island, across the sea there's a grand portal, it requires two great powers to activate." Valkyrie says.
Standing up, the two look at each other, "So, you back to your formal self."
"My power is back to its old self, mortal."
Seraphim laughs, "This is why I hate you deities, so self-righteous." Kneeling down she places her left hand on her chest, muttering words in a language long forgotten, even by those who hold world's knowledge. "Spirits -o ancients; on- nin i rod plural rodyn; an i anand -o beleg baur na- hi." Seraphim mutters. A large surge of crimson light forms around her, "So begins the requiem."
"Stop being dramatic."
"No." Seraphim puffs her cheeks childishly just before the light explodes, creating a large burst of crimson light lighting up the entire ruins. The clattering of stones and the collapsing of pillars mend with the hissing and raging wind expelling from the explosion.
"You could have warned me."
"Where the fun in that?" Seraphim's voice says in a lower, more mature tone. "Now, let us finish this."
White Heart holds onto a dying Purple Heart who has violet crystals protruding out of her. White Heart herself has a small amount of the crystals protruding out of her, the most prominent one sticks out of her right abdomen, a large-ish crimson crystal, worst of all, she has a few fragments protruding out of her right cheek and neck.
Hurling Purple Heart over her shoulders she flies away from the tower, looking back she sees the area clear of everything, no crystals, not a thing. Breathing heavily White Heart begins to slowly fly back to Planeptune.
Loud clouding of stones and the sudden dust cloud White Heart looks back at the tower to see the tower collapsing in on itself. "You really are a fool." White Heart hisses as she sees all the imprisoned souls shot out of the ruins and into the sky and outer sky is known as space.
"Blanc….leave me." Purple Heart whimpers.
"Shut the hell up!" White Heart yells, "Just shut up you bitch!" White Heart barks, "I came here because I was ready to fight with you! Now I see this." White Heart sighs, "You really are an idiot, you know that." White Heart scoffs.
White Heart slowly floats towards the direction of Planeptune. "Blanc-."
"Shut. The. Hell. Up." White Heart states, "Your nation needs you, and if, IF, Dia is coming back, well we need all the help we can get." White Heart sighs, "You remember right? Please tell me you remember."
Purple Heart chuckles, "Of course I do, something like a primordial deity possession some random person and threatening the balance of Hyperdimension." Purple Heart sighs, "Do you remember the tale of the Seraph?"
"Yes, I remember the tale the True Goddess told us."
"So many names for her. True Goddess, Original Goddess."
White Heart slows down, staring at the giant crimson crystal protruding out of her grows in size, "Why did you come here?"
"We both know the secret of our origins is ambiguous, even our sister don't know which one is true." Purple Heart says, her voice almost breaking in between each word, "We are the oldest CPUs in the world, older than Vert and Noire, you remember when we were the candidates." Purple Heart sighs, "Truly we are old, to us Vert and Noire are just teens, and our candidates, toddlers."
"I wouldn't go that far." White Heart says as she begins to fly, at a faster speed. "We are old, but not that old, sure we were candidates but Noire and Vert were too." White Heart grunts as the crystals grow larger, "Still, we are older than them, as our candidates are fated to pick up the torch when our time comes." White Heart growls, "NOW LOOK AT ME, I AM GETTING ALL SAD BECAUSE OF YOU! YOU REALLY PISS ME!" White Heart yells.
"Jeez Blanny, this scene is supposed to be a serious one, this entire story is supposed to be serious and possibly end with our deaths."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" White Heart yells as she gets a sudden burst of power, "We aren't going to die! We are going to see our sisters and this fucking crystals ass shit will be cleansed of us." White Heart grits her teeth, "And that fucking other soul possessing you will be expelled too!"
"Wait, how did you-"
"BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING OUT OF CHARACTER!" White Heart yells as she flies towards Planeptune.
"Okay, Blanny calms down it's not like it's the end of the world or anything." Purple Heart laughs. Her form slowly fades, "Please get there soon, I desire pudding."
"SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"Stop yelling!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"I still avoided your question though." Purple Heart mocks, sticking out her tongue.
White Heart bops Purple Heart on the head, knocking Purple Heart out, "Finally silence."
The setting sun leaves a low orange and dark blue sky mixing together. As the sun sets, many of the people who have taken shelter around the basilicom start to light fires in some trash cans or makeshift fire pits.
On the steps of the basilicom tower, Nepgear sighs as she wipes away some sweat from her forehead. "Okay, so our rations are doing good, we have enough to feed most of Planeptune." Nepgear pulls out a clipboard, on it is a checklist, "Food, check. Power…." Nepgear looks around the small makeshift refugee camp, the medical tents have their lights shining and some wires with large light bulbs on them going through the steps of the Basilicom and medical tents. "Check. Okay, medical personnel, check. Security and organization of the camp, check." Nepgear says as she begins mumbling to herself about the other stuff on the checklist, occasionally taking glances around the settlement.
"Excuse me, miss Nepgear." Nepgear looks up from her clipboard to see Dengekiko with a hovering drone cam.
"Um, is there a problem?" Nepgear asks, fidgeting as she notices the drone cam has the light on.
"Just a few questions." Dengekiko has noticeable amounts of dust covering her, "I understand if you don't want to answer."
Nepgear looks down at her clipboard, "No it's alright." Nepgear takes a deep breath, "Ask away."
Dengekiko takes out a notepad, taking a deep breath, she begins her questions, "In light of recent advents, how do you think Planeptune will recover?"
Nepgear takes a deep breath. Taking a moment of silence Nepgear gulps, "In these days, the people of Planeptune need to know that their CPU and CPU candidate have them protected no matter what, even in this horrible event Neptune and I will do anything to keep out people safe, so please we urge you to stay calm and trust that us."
Dengekiko flips her notepad, "Does this mean that Planeptune is rejecting possible help from the other nations? Like Lastation?"
Nepgear fidgets in place. Breathing heavily begins to speak, "We want our people to know that even though the times may look tough, these are just buildings," Nepgear gulps, "and building can be rebuilt. In our ashes, in our crumbling city know that we will always look over you, and when we recover, we will build grander buildings," Nepgear sighs, "all we need is for our citizens to know we are watching, we are helping, for if Planeptune goes," Nepgear fidgets in place, "So shall we go. If you need to leave, if you feel unsafe, leave, become part of another nation, but always remember where you are from. Planeptune will always live on because they are a people, not a city or a nation."
Dengekiko sighs, flipping her notes more she finds more questions, "How would you say that Planeptune can recover? Will Planeptune ever recover?"
Nepgear twitches for a second, "Yes, Planeptune will recover, in the Console Wars when the Goddess of the other nations made an effort to rid Gamindustri of Neptune and in turn Planeptune," Nepgear sighs, "We recovered, we move forward, one thing we do have, better than any other nation, is the fact that we are willing and able to protect our citizens," Nepgear gulps, "even at the cost of our lives."
Dengekiko stays silent for a moment. "There has been a rumour that Lady Purple Heart has abandoned Planeptune, she is nowhere to be found. The last sighting of her was seen of her flying off Northward, to a place of nowhere? How would you explain that?"
Nepgear eyes wide, "Neptune would never do such a thing!" Nepgear yells, "She may be lazy, she may be a bit of a clutz but she would never abandon her people, even if it looks like it she would never abandon her people." Nepgear practically throws her words, filling them with a sense of passion and offence yet even between these emotions a sense of sorrow is ambient in them.
"Nepgear, all the signs of-"
A massive quake appears, making a large crack in the ground. From this crack rise, a small chained down black sarcophagus. Large black, rusting chains hold the thing in the air. One of the chains crack.
In the middle of complete and utter darkness stands a girl, long silky white hair and pale, her crimson eyes burn in the darkness. She gowns a simple see-through silk white robe, showing off her white shirt and pants. She snaps her fingers, echoing in the void. Humming a tone she looks up, a crack in the veil lets light appear through. "Four more to go." She says in a calm, soft tone. Her voice echoes, bellowing as it goes further. Letting a smile creep on her glossy lips, she licks her lips, "Finally, let us have a feast." In the distant voice multiple red glowing eyes and seeming hoard towards her. Screaming of anguish and painfully yells and horrifying moans echo. The girl stops snapping. "Looks like my dinner has arrived." three sets white feather wings appear protruding out her waist. A halo glows around her head. Forming in her hand is a large scythe with a serrated blade. "I hunger, allow me to feast on your flesh." The girl flies upward. The hoard of black mass with a convert, moving upward. In one swift, nearly unseeable movement, the Girl appears right beside the black mass. The mass dissolves, revealing a girl with the appearance of a child, long blue hair and teal eyes. On her chest, she drags herself forward. "Naughty girl I am, my mother always said don't play with food." The girl says as she places her index finger on the tip of the scythe blade.
The girl turns on her back, "Dia…." The girl says, "To ashes with you!" She growls.
Dia smiles, "Been there, done that." The girl suddenly gets up and a sword forms in her hand. She impales Dia, causing Dia to step back. Blinking her eyes in bewilderment, a smile creeps on her lips. She picks up some of her blood with her index finger. Licking the blood off of her fingers she grabs the hilt of the sword. "It sword of seems like you got a problem with me." Dia says, "You wound me. Literally. You. Just. Actually wounded me." Dia pulls the sword of her, blood slowly gushes out. Handing the sword to the girl, "You dropped this."
As the girl hesitantly reaches towards the sword, Dia smirks a toothy grin. The girl grabs the sword, as she grabs the sword Dia pulls the girl towards her. With large canine teeth showing she bites down on the girl's neck. The girl lets out a horrendous scream, trying with all her strength to push Dia off of her. Biting off a large piece of meat, Dia simply holds the girl who simply has a blank face of bewilderment. Giving the dying girl a passionate kiss filled with a sexual desire and just pure lust. Pushing the girl down, blood gushes out of her wound, "I think I have seconds, thirds, fourths maybe even tenths." The girl places her index finger on her lips, lust fills her eyes, "You are so yummy." She giggles. "But I can't wait to feast on your mother."
A/N: WARNING THE NEXT CHAPTER IS HAS A TIME SKIP! Thanks for allowing me to say this. Nothing much to say about the chapter.