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Author Note: I know it isn't much but please enjoy!


Chapter Eight: Encephalon

"Nephilim…."

The Girl nodded.

Clover frowned, "I have seen you before…many times before this. Why? Who are you?"

"I…am you. A part of you that you have forgotten."

Clover frowned in disbelief, "That can't be…."

Nephilim showed no sign of trying to reason with her and simply looked around a bit before looking back at the pink haired woman.

"Do you know where this is?"

Clover looked at her and then looked around the hut before returning her gaze back to the girl, "Should I?"

"This is a subconscious realm of your past, another part you have forgotten. A past you do not accept."

"Why wouldn't I!? I have been trying to discover my past for so long!" said Clover, shocked by Nephilim's words as she stood, clutching the torn doll in her hands.

The girl took her in for a moment, "But can you face it?"

Clover looked puzzled, "What?"

"Can you bear to face a past that you do not know? Can you take that very step forward without turning back and know that you can accept it?"

Clover stood there with nothing to say. Could she? A past she did not know…could she face to see what was there that she may have locked away? There was a reason for everything, Mizrahi had taught her that. There was a reason she had lost her memories.

She looked down for a moment gazing at the doll in her hands, this broken torn doll that may have very well represented her past, broken and tormented, dark and repulsive.

"If you can face it…."

Clover looked up just as Nephilim held up her finger and pointed to the door of the hut.

"Then exit through that door."

Clover looked from her to the door that seemed so harmless, but to her it seemed to carry the weight of the world. That if she opened it her world would change for better or for worse. But if she did not then she would be forever lost in darkness. It was a way of balance, the scale tipper, to close or to open would weigh her down so much that she would be unable to escape.

The pinkette swallowed thickly before standing, turning to set the doll back on the blood covered cot and turned back to the door. Walking over she raised out both her hands and set them against the wood surface,

"Do not look back."

Listening to Nephilim's words, Clover took a deep breath and pushed forward, stepping into the bright light before her, into the path of her long forgotten past.


This was not happening.

Jr. clutched the convulsing body in his arms, clenching it to his chest as he tried to control his frustration and tears at the events around him. The body screamed in his arms as others lay unmoving, who showed no sign of life.

A cackling laugh caused him to look up from the dying boy in his arms and see another boy, silver haired and kneeling before him.

"The song…the song is…I…" the boy gave a strangled laugh, "Mirror, mirror on the wall…show me…define me!"

Jr. watched in horror, "Al…bedo."

The boy stopped for a brief moment before cackling some more and turning, smirking at him, "I am the infinite telomerase! I am not an anti-existence! I am the perfect chain!"

The silver haired boy, Albedo, stood and walked closer to Jr., now giggling. He then held out his hand to the red head as his body began to grow shapeless and change.

"Ru…be…do…don't let go!"

Jr. screamed at the sight.


"Where is this?" asked Ziggy as he looked around at the chaos around them.

Momo looked around, not sure herself, as she clutched onto his hand. They had somehow ended up here, just the two of them, a place that seemed desolate and lifeless.

"Where do you think the others are, Ziggy?" she asked as they continued to walk.

"I don't know. Hopefully we find them soon."

They soon came up to a large, tall building that Momo recognized immediately, to her shock.

"That's…the U-TIC Organization's…Labyrinthos!"

"What?" asked Ziggy.

"Tha-that's where…Daddy-"

"Hallelujah!"

The two gasped at the roaring sound of the voice above them and looked up to find a man standing atop the building.

"And the sea gave up the dead which were in it…and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them…and they were judged every man according to their works!"

"That voice…Daddy?!"

Ziggy was shocked by Momo's shout and had no time to stop her before she bolted off up the steps of the building calling out for the man atop it, who was apparently her father, Dr. Mizrahi. He ran after her and caught her just as a flaming corpse fell from above, landing at the girls feet. Momo's smile fell as he tear fell freely, her gaze lingering on the charred remains.

"Da-daddy?" she asked as she knelt down and tried to touch the burning flesh.

"Momo!" cried Ziggy as he knelt quickly and seized her around the shoulders, drawing her back against his chest.

"Daddy…daddy?" called out the girl brokenly, trying in vain to rouse the now dead man.

Ziggy looked down as he sadly, "…Momo…."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"


Shion looked on after what she could only say was herself and her…father. She held out a hand as if meaning to call after him, grab his image that walked away from him, step by step, getting farther and farther. Allen and Chaos, who had appeared mere seconds after Shion had woken in this place she knew so well, watched as well. Allen sadly trying to approach the woman whose face screamed sorrow and shock.

"I've been waiting a long time for you…."

Shion turned to the girl, Allen and Chaos doing the same. She had seen the girl before this…but now that she had a chance to hear her voice, Shion felt that she knew the girl…she felt like…Clover somehow.

The young girl stood from the slide and patted down her dress before facing them, smiling at Shion as she held her hands behind her, her golden cross gleaming in the sunset.

"We have much to talk about."


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