Got bored and decided to update...Thanks for the views, can't wait for next Friday for some reason...Not because there's no class on sat. I'd still have MTAP training (It's a math thing). Moving on...

BTW:

The Epitome of...: The events of the sin songs, like the disappearances of those ladies in Venomania, people getting eaten by Conchita,etc.

~EC: 505 - Elphegort, Forest of Bewilderment - Rilliane Lucifen d' Autriche~

Her emerald eyes widened at the news. The sweet little girl she had grown to be so fond of was now missing! While she thought of a way to help in the search, she didn't realize that Rilliane was slipping away herself.

Alexiel did, and stared at his fading sister, who was frightened herself. He helplessly watched the edge of her dress disappear, while Clarith and Michaela were still talking. Alexiel's eyes scanned his sister's spirit frantically, seeing her frightened expression, she clung onto him desperately, but in vain.

A spirit could have no contact with the living.

She sobbed quietly, feeling so unusual and scared. Seeing her arms gone, she saw her chest fading, too. Her neck...Her chin...Looking at Alexiel one last time, she mouthed 'I haven't moved on yet!' before vanishing into nothingness.

She was gone. Her spirit was no longer in the same dimension as the others.

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She opened her eyes, seeing nothing but everlasting darkness surrounding her like a thick blanket. She tried to stand, but tripped. Looking down, she saw her hands and feet wrapped up in chains in the colors of red and blue. Kneeling down, she felt scared and alone. What little memories she had left were being taken away, the strands becoming loose by the second. She clutched her head tightly, trying to get them back, but in vain.

She was no-one.

~EC: 505 - Marlon, ? - ?~

A woman admired her newly-made doll. Born with the appearance of the 'Pretentious Mother', she also looked alike to a woman that a certain prince fell in love with. She twirled her now-pink hair around her finger, walking around the doll. Admiring it, she laughed evilly, her sanity long gone after an incident that nearly killed her. At last...The Vessel of Sloth...The Clockworker's Doll...My vessel...It lacks a demon, however...I must wait yet, for The Epitome of Pride is not yet over...The 'Story of Evil'...She carried the doll carefully inside an abandoned cottage. Looking at the other items in the room, she knew that her goal would soon be accomplished. If only she knew where The Epitome of Wrath would be unleashed... But that didn't matter. The news would come to her ears soon enough about a very,very angry little girl...

~EC: ? - ? - ?~

She didn't know who she was anymore. She had no idea at all who she was, what she had done, and why she was here, stuck in this oblivion of darkness. She spent her days alone in misery and longing. How she wished to have at least one tiny fragment of who she had been to answer at least a few of her multitudes of questions. Hugging her knees close to her chest and burying her face between them, she cried bitter tears.

An endless amount of time passed. She raised up her head and saw an angel in front of her. At least, that was what she thought. The boy in front of her was chained just like herself, alone in oblivion. She reached out for him but the moment she touched his cold hand, his image shattered before her very eyes. She withdrew her hand immediately, afraid of being hit by the shards of glass flying around. Her surroundings suddenly shook as a woman laughed at her evilly. If she could see, she would have thought the woman to be smiling.

"This is your rightful punishment, silly little girl..."

"The punishment for bringing forth the Epitome of Pride throughout Evillous..."

"You'll never be able to escape from this prison of darkness oblivion,..."

"Vanagloria..."

Her head throbbed in pain as images flowed into it...Memories...Of who she had been...She laughed bitterly at herself; she earned herself this punishment, bringing forth the Epitome of the Most Deadly Sin of All: Pride. Even after she had been gone, she was still free, devoid of any punishment until now. She saw the boy's shocked expression, his outreached hand trying to grab her and pull her into his arms, but it was far too late for that.

She stopped 'being' 5 years ago...

Her laughs echoed all around her, filling the empty void her environment was. She had no intention of returning to that time...The time that she was still 'being'...

~EC: 505 - Lucifenia, Town Outskirts - Alexiel Lucifen d' Autriche~

Somehow, Alexiel had found his way here, back to his home. He decided to confront Kyle, to tell him that Michaela was doing well, to tell him about the wars. After all, even if he had passed to him the crown, he was still the rightful monarch of Lucifenia, not Kyle or even Rilliane. The intentions the people set for her was to be used during a war; to unite two countries and call for peace.

The moment he stepped into the town itself, he caught sight of a woman with green hair accompanied by another woman in red and a young girl. Approaching them, he saw that it was his 'sister', Gumillia and Yukina, the missing girl.

"Yukina!" his stern voice caught her attention. She was apparently going with Germaine and Gumillia, who were buying new clothes. "You're family's been worried sick looking for you!" He still did not care much for the girl, but if it kept Clarith from having a heart attack, it would be worth it dragging her behind back to their home in Marlon. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Lucifen, what brings you here?" she made no eye contact with him, and was pretending to be like the annoying brat Alexiel thought of her when she was still nine.

"What are you doing here, so far from your home?"

"It's your fault, you know. If you just answered my questions properly..."

"Do you understand what 'Not wanting To Talk About It' means?"

"Unfortunately, no. Could you please tell me?"

Alexiel growled as she put on the most innocent expression she could manage. Soon, Germaine and Gumillia came out of the shop behind her, wearing their newly-bought clothes as disguises. "Oh, Allen! What a surprise to find you here!" Germaine's face lit up as she ruffled his already-messy hair. When he glanced at the girl, Alexiel saw her smirking while Gumillia was heading off, ahead of them by a few meters or so. "Where are you going, lil' bro?" Germaine smiled at him. He was catching up to her height rather quickly. He reached her chin now.

"I'm headed for the palace. Why do you ask?"

"We're going there, too. Want to join us?"

"Just keep the child away from me."

"Sure."

They walked, side by side, unaware of the dangers that would face them in the weeks to come.