Away from the Scarlet Devil Mansion, deep In the pine tree forest that sat beside it, lay the smoking remains of a subway train. The kind of train you'd expect to be transporting a large amount of people through a big city. It appeared to have come from the air, crashing through several trees and burying itself in the ground, crumpling the front end of it like a tin can. The train looked like it had been in a state of disrepair before the crash. Rust filled the inside, and moss covered the flickering lights. A thick layer of white mist covered the floor and surrounded the train, giving it an eerie feel.
For a while nothing moved. The wild animals that had been in the area were either hiding, or had run long ago. Then, suddenly, the lights in the train shattered, sending sparks all along the floor. The sound of groaning metal filled the air as the train moved slightly, shaking free some of the rust and dirt. Inside, passed the neglected seats and shattered windows was a single, solid object.
It was a coffin. It stood upright in the center of the walkway. The exterior of the coffin was made of perfectly cut shiny black marble, making it appear darker than the shadows of the night. A small silver cross was engraved into the upper half of the coffins cover. Below the cross, written in unreadable silver Greek letters, two sentences had been carved.
Sparks bounced off the coffins surface as the train shook around it. Then, the shaking suddenly stopped. A hissing sound filled the air as the coffin's lid shifted outward slightly, and red steam spurted from the small opening. A circular, white, glowing seal appeared on the center of the lid. Blood ran from it, defying gravity and flowing like cracks on the coffins surface. Small red tentacles wiggled out and grabbed the lid, slowly pushing it further outward. The inside of the coffin came into view. It was filled to the brim with blood, but it didn't leak out. Instead it started to whisper in an ancient tongue that crept through the air like a calm, demonic lullaby. Eye's of all sizes, shapes, and colors started to open vertically on the surface of the blood. They were lazy and drowsy at first, like that of a person waking up for the first time in years. Then they came to their senses and snapped wide open, their pupils growing small, and the whispering escalating to a chorus of screams.
And with that, the coffin swung open, unleashing the horrors within.
Back at the SDM...
"I am... The Bird of Hermes."
Flandre ceased fire, her eye's widening in a combination of shock and fear. Everyone else had a similar reaction to Alucard's words. They could feel it. The impossibly deep feeling of dread welling up inside them. Something terrible was coming.
The temperature dropped sharply, and a sudden gust of strong wind instantly blew away the smoke from Flandre's attacks revealing Alucard, once again wearing his red coat. He stood gazing upward. One of his arms was raised to the sky, his hand closing around the image of the moon. He took a long breath out, whitish-blue mist flowing from his mouth, before lowering his head down to glare at his opponents. Alucard then quickly stepped out into a horse stance, his arms outstretched and his coat blowing upward in the wind. The red pentagrams on the back of his gloves glowed bright red.
"Here standeth the Bird of Hermes, EATING MY OWN WINGS!"
Several knives flew into Alucard, filling his midsection with blades and shearing off both of his arms. Smirking, he stumbled backwards and fell.
"To keep… Myself… Tame."
Alucard's body crumpled into a pile of ash as it hit the ground.
"You feel that?" Koakuma said, looking around wildly with a panicked expression on her face. "This is bad. Very very bad!"
"This feeling… It's all… Wrong…" Flandre said, her eye's were wide and she was clutching her stomach. "What's happening?"
"Bird of Hermes…" Patchouli whispered. Then placed a hand on Remilia's shoulder and shook her lightly. "Remi. Stop staring at his deceased puppet and snap out of it."
"It's that same feeling, Patch…" Remilia said grimly, making Patchouli give out a small gasp. "The exact same feeling I felt the day I died."
490 years ago, somewhere in Romania…
Remilia could no longer feel her legs. The pain in her back burned to the point where she wanted to throw up. But her body wouldn't allow it. The means to do so no longer existed. She could feel the blood In her body start to slow, causing her ever throbbing head to hurt like hell. Her senses started to fade and grow dull, and the silence of death surrounding her.
For what seemed like an eternity, Remilia was surrounded only by darkness. Then, ahead of her, a white light shone. She was standing in a tunnel. The floor and walls were there, but Remilia didn't pay attention to them, as she was fixated by the light at the end of the passage. It was warm, inviting, almost too good to be true.
Was this really the gateway to Heaven? Remilia thought, staring in disbelief as she shambled down the tunnel.
All her life her parents had constantly scolded her, saying that if she didn't act a certain way or if she didn't do her chores she would go to hell. The punishment for not doing so would always be harsh. Lashings, confinement to small spaces for a lengthy period of time, and food deprivation were not uncommon. Sometimes Remilia wondered if her parents did this to protect her from hell, or if they just enjoyed the sound of her screams.
All that was behind her now. Heaven was in front of her. She didn't have to worry about any of that anymore. Remilia approached the light, her hand reaching forward to touch It's warm, alluring essence.
"R-Remilia?..." She heard the small, weak, grief stricken voice of her sister.
Remilia's hand stopped just centimeters from the gateway to Heaven. She then lowered it, gritting her teeth In anger.
How could she have forgotten her own sister? No. How DARE she forget! Flandre was only five years old and for some reason their parents had been convinced that she was a devil child. They looked for any excuse to punish her, and not just because of sloppily done chores. Things like skipping down the hall or holding her spoon wrong were always followed up by torment and misery, and that was when their parents were in a good mood.
"P-Please d-don't go…"
Remilia would always take the heat for her when she could, and after every gruesome beating, she would comfort Flandre and read her random books that she'd 'found' lying around. It was the only way for her sister to go to sleep nowadays. Infact, Remilia was pretty sure that Flandre's mental state completely depended on her. While her sister lived and breathed, the possibility of dying and going to heaven was not an option.
The light dimmed, growing farther away and fading into the darkness. Remilia mentally spat at it in defiance before turning around. She opened her eye's to a full golden moon surrounded by a crimson sky. A giant, iron spear was protruding through her stomach and planted upright, holding Remilia horizontally in the air facing upwards. There were others just like her as far as the eye could see. Their blood trailing down to the dead grass below.
"Please no please no please no…"
Flandre's voice was below her. She didn't sound to be in any physical pain, which was good, but the sound of heavy, inconsistent footsteps was growing nearer.
Remilia's fingers twitched slightly. She barely had the strength to move. Most of it had been expended trying to become conscious again, but that didn't matter. She clasped the spear with one of her hands, attempting to pull herself up. It was sickening. She could hear the scraping and sliding of her bones and blood as she raised herself inch by inch. But Remilia suddenly slipped back down, losing all of her progress. Her heart had just stopped.
Without a heartbeat, it should have been impossible to stay alive, but Remilia only clenched her teeth, deciding that she didn't care what was possible or not. She had one goal in mind. Get un-impaled and see her sister one last time. Just once. That was all she wanted.
Remilia brought her other hand up to the spear and pulled as hard as her fragile arms would allow. She choked on her own blood, which was pooling up in her mouth and spilling out of her mouth. Remilia gave out a gurgled scream as her body shifted up slightly, but then her arms gave out, falling to her sides devoid of strength.
For a moment it seemed that Remilia would die right then and there. Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she felt it. Souls. They were everywhere, calling to her. They wanted to help, to willingly give their lives to her. All of them had friends and family of their own, now dead. If just one person survived this onslaught, that would be enough for them to rest easy.
"...Huh? What the… No NO! No more!"
Remilia could feel the life force of several dozen people inch towards her. It flowed across the ground, coloring it red, and ascended up the spear into Remilia's back. The pain, along with her mortal life, faded away. Blue mist escaped her mouth as her teeth grew two, small fangs. The world came into focus, and Remilia grasped the spear with inhuman strength. It creaked and bent until it snapped in two. Remilia pulled herself off it, falling to the ground and, even with the hole in her spine and stomach that should have prevented it, landed on her feet.
Flandre was sitting against the base of the now destroyed spear with her back turned to Remilia. Her red dress was torn and stained with blood. Several cuts and bruises were on her face, along with an expression of pure terror. It didn't look like she'd even noticed her sister's sudden revival, as she was focused on the figure in front of her.
It was a ghoul. A zombie like creature who moaned while it shambled forward, it's bloody arms outstretched. The thing's features were mutilated, making the person it had once been unrecognizable, but it's purple, glowing eyes were fixed hungrily upon Flandre.
In the blink of an eye, Remilia rushed forward and ripped it's head clean off. The ghouls body thumped to the ground, it's arms and legs continuing to move. The ghouls head opened and closed it's mouth as Remilia raised it into the air. A feeling of desire had overcome her, and she licked her lips with her now abnormally long triangle shaped tongue as she poured blood from the ghouls neck into her open mouth. She grinned as the last drop fell, then gasped, dropping the head and backing away while covering her mouth with her hands.
Remilia screamed, falling downwards onto her bottom. She heard a scream behind her, and turned to see Flandre, who had been watching. Remilia screamed louder, and her sister replied with an even louder scream. They traded screams until they could scream no more, both falling silent and staring at each other in horror.
"D-Devil?!" Flandre shouted, unsure of her panicked words.
"No… Ma… I…" Remilia grasped for words while staring at her bloody hands. She tried crying, but she was unable to. No matter how much she felt like it, or how hard she tried, the tears never came.
"Sister?" Flandre said, immediately stopping her flailing and shaking.
Remilia glanced up into Flandre's tear filled eyes. "Y-Yes! Yeah! T-That's right!" Remilia said, calming down a little.
Worry filled Flandre's eye's. "But. But sis has yellow hair and green eyes…"
"What? I do…" Remilia grabbed the longer part of her short hair and looked at it. It was purple. She paused for a moment, then stood up, reaching out to her sister. "Really! I am!"
Flandre didn't look convinced as she looked around wildly. She found a knife lying on the ground next to her and picked it up, pointing it at Remilia threateningly. "Don't c-come any c-closer!"
Remilia took a deep breath, noting that she no longer needed to breath, before slowly starting to walk towards Flandre.
Flandre shook as she approached. "Go away! Go away go away go away!" Was all she could say.
Remilia knelt down infront of her. She leaned forward, not flinching as the knife entered her chest, and gave Flandre a hug. She then spoke in a soothing and calming voice. "It's ok Flan. I'm not a demon, I'm your sister. Everything is ok. I'm here to protect you. I always will be."
Flandre slumped down in her arms, giving out some sort of sob before lying still. Remilia's eye's widened, thinking her sister had just died of shock, but returned to normal once she heard breathing. She stood up, carrying Flandre, and looked off into the distance.
She felt amazing. Pure power flowed through her veins and the hole in her chest had already healed. Despite being scared and confused about all of this she felt confident, almost at home amongst the forest of impaled people.
Then she saw it. Past all the spears and blood. Standing on a hill surrounded by the remains of an army, was the tall, bulky, shadow of a man. His back was turned to stare at the coming light of dawn, but even when she couldn't see his eyes, Remilia could help but be afraid. The sense of pure, unadulterated dread that came from him left no doubt. He was the one who had done all of this.
Remilia took Flandre and ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
Back to the present…
"Then that means…" Patchouli said, keeping a reassuring hand of Koakuma's shoulder.
"Yes. No more restrictions. After all this time I finally get to see more than a shadow." Remilia smiled, looking up to the moon. "Come on then! I'm done waiting! Show me your true power! Show me Dracula!"
The moon glow started to dim as a dark shadow covered it, turning it to a crescent moon before blotting it out completely. The shadow was made of arrows, and moved like a swarm of angry insects towards their targets. The first arrows touched down at the edge of the garden, slamming into the ground with enough force to leave a small crater and covering every square inch of the ground. In no time at all, the cloud of projectiles reached them as well.
Knives appeared in Sakuya's hands and she threw them at the cloud. They became white streaks, cutting the arrows in half and making a maid-shaped opening. Remilia covered herself with one of her wings, wincing a bit as arrows imbedded themselves into it. Patchouli erected a purple shield around her and Koakuma, who had to be held down by her mistress so that she didn't run blindly into the line of fire. Flandre, however, didn't move, and stared blankly at the ground while her clones were shredded into bloody messes. The arrows aimed at her shattered before they hit, sprinkling bits and pieces of wood and iron everywhere. Then, just as fast as it had come the cloud of arrows stopped, leaving the garden upturned and arrow filled.
The ground started to shake, and an orange glow appeared above the mansions wall closest to them. As the shaking grew in intensity, so did the glow, until there was a gigantic crash as something rammed the mansion. Windows broke and wood snapped before the entire wall caved in. Through the wreckage an army of ghouls erupted forth, propelled by a river of blood. Their arms were outstretched and they filled the air with their moans. The army flowed across the ground towards the SDM's occupants, rising up into a giant, 80 foot wave of deceased corpses. Just when it started to come down, it split in the middle. The ghouls rained down around them, crunching and splatting against the ground before continuing to move forward in an endless stream of blood.
Large iron spears emerged from all sides, pointed directly at the group. The ghouls holding the spears wore surprisingly shiny plate armor and did not shamble or stumble, but moved confidently forward on both feet. They forced the group to stand back to back In a circle, then stopped.
"Sweat mother of mercy… Turks, Saxons, Ottomans…" Sakuya whispered in shock, staring at the ghouls. "He didn't just kill them, he devoured them. All of them."
"How many lost souls dwell within this man?" Patchouli said, astounded.
"To many." Koakuma squeaked. "Way to many."
Up ahead, the sea of ghouls parted all the way back to the ruins of the wall revealing a large pile of rubble. Flames shot up at the sides of it, arcing inwards around the sides of the moon, which was now somehow behind the pile. Atop the rubble was a single, bulky figure made of shadow and flame. It moved and shifted into place and two red eye's appeared. Then the rest came formed, completing him.
The man was huge and muscular. His silver, medieval plate armor was segmented, and covered all but his head. Huge brown leather straps covered his waist, and attached to them was a massive golden hilted claymore sword. A huge black and red tattered cape flowed in the wind, along with his long sleek black hair. His face was smooth and pale with a thick beard and mustache, and his eyes were red, but calm, staring forward with a knowing look.
"Well, Remilia. You wanted Dracula?" He said in a deep, thick, honeyed Romanian accent. His arms rose to his sides in a challenging manner, and behind him the moon changed from white to crimson. "Here I am."
"Remilia." Patchouli said, backing up to stand just behind her. "He's giving off several strange magical signatures that I've never encountered before. But if my understanding of Vampires is correct, then by releasing all of his souls he is now In a form we can kill him in. We need a plan of att-"
Flandre, now over whatever inner conflict she was having, sprung into action and flew through the air directly at Dracula. Several pillars of ghouls rose from the ground and leaned into Flandre's path. There were several flashes as she flew past them, Laevateinn in hand, and the pillars shattered, falling back into the river of dead in bloody pieces. Flandre then quickly spun and threw the Laevateinn at Dracula.
Dracula calmly shifted his head to the side, keeping his gaze forward as the Laevateinn flew past his face and sliced a few stands of his hair. Flandre clenched her fist as she approached. Then, with a ear shattering roar, punched hard enough for her hand to catch fire. Dracula reached forward and, to everyone's surprise, caught Flandre's small fist in the palm of his large hand. His armor rattled as a shock wave went through him. Dracula gave Flandre an amused look before closing his hand around her arm. He squeezed and Flandre screamed in rage as her arm was squashed into a bloody pulp. Then, Dracula brought up his other arm and flicked Flandre between the eye's.
There was a sonic boom and Flandre streaked across the zombie filled garden before reaching the outer wall and smashing through the center of the mansions giant clock tower. The clock tower's bell rung before it crumbled and fell, disappearing beneath the sea of bodies below.
"We. Are. Screwed!" Koakuma said as she watched Flandre go.
"Stay focused Koakuma. Fear is his greatest weapon." Sakuya advised, glaring at the unmoving, spear-wielding ghouls surrounding them.
Dracula's descended down the pile of rubble, his heavy footsteps echoing above the screams and groans of his ghouls. He reached down to his waist and slowly drew his claymore. Behind him the sea of ghouls was growing. Pillars and waves of writhing corpses rose and fell all around the mansion. "If you think there is a chance in hell that I would let you beat me, you are sorely mistaken." He said.
The two ghouls in front of Remilia gave out a garbled cry and fell to the ground, two large holes appearing in their chests. She then walked over their bodies and pointed Gungnir threateningly. "Your cape will make a fine rug. No one hurts Flan like that and get's away with it!"
Both Vampires rushed down the corridor of ghouls. Dracula raised his claymore above his head and struck down. Remilia turned Gungnir horizontal and the two weapons collided, sending sparks flying. They both pushed against each other, their eyes locked firmly on the others.
"I cannot be killed by the likes of you." Dracula said in an accusing tone. "You, an immortal in an ugly child's body, unable to brave the unknowns of human life for more than ten years! Such a coward could never even dream of defeating me!"
"How dare you call me a coward! You have no idea what I've been through" Remilia countered. "For everything you have done, you will know death this fine night!"
Patchouli, Koakuma, and Sakuya watched as both Vampires became blurs of motion. Remilia darted around, rapidly thrusting and blocking with Gungnir, using her superior range to her advantage. Dracula's movements were slower, but more fluid. His claymore was always exactly where it needed to be, blocking and striking with deadly efficiency.
Koakuma started to walk forward. "We have to help her! You saw what he did to Flandre!" She shouted to the others.
Two of the ghouls ran up and blocked Koakuma's path, crossing their spears in front of her. One of them shook its head, causing one of its few remaining teeth to fall out.
"Yes. We saw what he did to Flandre." Patchouli said, putting a hand on Koakuma's shoulder. "You cannot help by charging headlong into battle only to be cut down without the slightest effort."
"I can come back after dying. Maybe I can act as a distraction long enough for Remilia to get a hit in!" Koakuma shook off Patchouli's hand.
Patchouli spun her around and grabbed her by the shirt with both hands. "Idiot! Everytime you die your mental state degrades! Just look at yourself! All sense of self preservation gone! If I let you die constantly, there won't be anything left for Remilia to bring back!" Patchouli then burst into another coughing fit and collapsed onto Koakuma for support. Towards the end of the fit, the coughs became gut wrenchingly horse, and specks of blood flew from her mouth.
Koakuma lowered Patchouli to the ground, resting her masters head on her lap. "Ok ok. Fine. You win." She then looked up towards Sakuya. "What about you Sakuya? What are you going to do?"
Sakuya had her back turned to the two of them. She gave no indication that she had heard Koakuma's words, and remained still and silent. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. And for some reason, Koakuma knew that it wasn't just the countless dead roaming the area.
"Um… Sakuya?"
The clashing of sword against spear filled the air. Neither Remilia nor Dracula had landed a hit so far, and both of them were looking to change that.
Gungnir started to power up again, glowing and becoming longer, allowing for Remilia to put more distance between her and the claymore. When it had reached it's maximum length, Remilia stepped in between Dracula and his sword and thrusted the back end of her spear into his chest. Dracula stumbled back, swinging for Remilia's leg's. Remilia jumped into the air and twirled Gungnir into a reverse grip. She then flapped her wings, giving her a speed boost as she shot towards the ground.
Dracula regained his footing and leaped to the side just as Remilia tried to scuire him. But he quickly realized that she wasn't aiming for him. Remilia hit the ground, creating a small crater and cracking it as she plunged Gungnir deep into the dirt. As the spear emptied its charge and shrunk back to it's regular size, other spears made of pinkish-red magic energy erupted from beneath the ghouls around Remilia, tearing through them and making a forest of impaled bodies.
Remilia yanked Gungnir out of the ground and went on the offensive, rushing forward and sending out a constant stream of stabs.. Dracula was forced to back up, a few scratches appearing on his armor. He weaved his way through the forest of spears, chopping them in half and making them fall towards Remilia as he went. She effortlessly dodged them, but the spears managed to slow her down a bit, preventing her from focusing on Dracula.
There was a flash of irritation in Remilia's eye's. Just as Dracula moved to block another stab, Gungnir grew again and used the force of the power-up to knock his claymore away. Remilia then lunged forward and swung to the side, using the other end of the spear to hit Dracula In the stomach and knocking him a few feet into the air. After that, she spun and thrusted Gungnir towards his heart.
A pool of black shadow spotted with eye's appeared just as Gungnir hit his chest, stopping the weapon from piercing it, but the impact still sent Dracula flying backwards. He smashed through the forest of spears before reaching the wall of ghouls on the far end of it. A hole opened up in the wall, and then closed as Dracula disappeared inside of it.
Remilia only had a few second of rest before the wall lit up with flashing light and gunfire filled the air. Thousands of bullets flew around her as she dodged, leaped, and twirled to avoid them. While she did, Remilia focused on the ghouls, trying to figure out what exactly was firing at her.
Several ghouls stepped from the wall. They wore dark green, finely ironed military uniforms with perfectly shined black boots. Scratched and dented war helmets of the same color were strapped to their heads. Some of them wore gas masks with bright orange lenses, others left their decayed faces exposed. Red bands were wrapped around their left arms, each band having a white circle and black swastika on them. Automatic rifles of various types were held in their hands, all of them spraying lead at Remilia.
"My my. How weapons have changed." Remilia smiled, continuing to avoid the bullet storm. Suddenly she heard a much louder bang, and barely stepped to the side in time as a massive shell flew past her. It hit the ground a few yards away and exploded, showering Remilia with dirt and allowing a few bullets to hit.
"Indeed. Humans have come far since the medieval era." The wall of ghouls flowed away, revealing a WW2 German tank. Sitting in the hatch on it's top was Girlycard, whose arms were draped casually over the sides of the opening. He stared at Remilia, his usual demonic smile once again coming into play. "The Nazi's were very insistant on… Supplying me with their munitions during World War 2." Girlycard then tilted his head. "Oh. I guess you missed that. To bad really. Wiping out Millennium was satisfying, to say the least." He then reached into her white coat and pulled out his tommy-gun. "But that's not a story for you to hear."
Two more tanks and Nazi Ghouls came into view, taking their positions beside their master. They were getting ready to fire again when they suddenly cried out in pain. Blood sprayed as the top half of their bodies separated from their legs and flew into the air. A faint glint caught Girlycards eye, and he looked to see the Laevateinn spiraling through the air, covered in ghoul blood.
It arced upwards into the sky like a boomerang and became a dot in the center of the red moon. Then that dot rapidly grew larger. Girlycard leapt sideways out of his tank, turning in mid-air to see the falling object hit it, causing a massive explosion. A pissed off Flandre rose from the smoke. Meiling's baret, despite everything, still sat on her head. Girlycard landed in front of another tank, which turned to level it's barrel at Flandre and fired.
Flandre reached up and stopped the tank shell with the palm of her hand, smashing the pointed end of the projectile. She then proceeded to crumple the shell into basketball sized sphere and throw it directly at Girlycard. He sidestepped, and the crushed shell flew past him. It instead blew a hole In the side of the tank, liquefying the ghouls inside.
Girlycard opened fire with his tommy gun, but the bullets didn't hit their target, and instead were knocked out of the air by the Laevateinn. Flandre rushed up to him and screamed, swinging her weapon furiously. Girlycard danced in circles around her, dodging her attacks and firing short bursts from his gun. In a fit of intense frustration, Flandre angrily raised the Laevateinn up above her head, intending to cleave her opponent in half vertically. Girlycard saw the opportunity and flipped backwards, kicking up and knocking the Laevateinn into the air. He flipped a couple more times before stopping to take aim again, but was forced to continue running when Flandre grabbed the crippled tank by its barrel and slammed it into the ground where he had just been.
"Flan! Catch!" Remilia's shouted.
The tank that was still intact was suddenly flipped high into the air, soaring over Girlycard's head and landing in Flandre's other hand. There was a flash of pink and Girlycard felt something knock his legs out from beneath him, knocking him into the air. Flandre slammed both tanks into each other on the spot were Girlycard was, bending the metal and fusing them together. The only thing that remained was the sleeve of his white coat sticking out from in between the two gigantic lumps of newly made scrap metal.
Remilia blurred into existence next to Flandre. Her body was covered in ghoul blood, and a few smoking bullet holes were just starting to close. She playfully nudged her sister and pointed upward. "He's a lot faster than he lets on."
Sure enough Alucard was there, slowly descending to the ground. This bottom of his red trench-coat was spread out widely, flapping in the wind along with his mass of fire-like hair. His boots touched the ground without sound, and started to move forward. Alucard subtly laughed as he went, reaching into his coat with his left hand.
Flandre charged once again, hauling the two merged tanks by their barrels. Once she was in range, she dug her feet into the ground and swung at full force. Without turning to look, Alucard whipped out the Jackal and pointed it to his side directly at the oncoming tanks. He pulled the trigger, and the Jackal's excessively loud bang rang out. The mass of metal shuddered as the guns bullet tore through several layers of armor and blew a giant hole in it.
Alucard entered through the hole as the tanks flew passed, causing his hair to fly to the side. He smirked and his eye's briefly glowed red before he quickly reached into his coat with his other arm and produced the Casull. Just as Flandre completed her swing, Alucard aimed his silver gun and shot. A white flash was accompanied by Flandre's shoulder exploding, sending her arm flying and causing her to drop the destroyed tanks.
"Betcha I can break him before you!" Remilia chuckled, flying over her sister's head at Alucard.
"Don't you dare! He's mine!" Flandre yelled. Three of her clones ran up from behind her and jumped to Remilia's side.
"Hey. You two just met! You can't say things like that yet." Remilia teased.
Remilia and two of the clones flew to the side as Alucard opened fire with both of this guns. One of the clones, however, decided to charge in. It faced the bullet's head on it's face becoming more and more enraged with every hit. When the clone had finally reached Alucard, it's injuries prevented it from doing anything but standing helplessly in front of him.
Alucard pushed the clone over with the end of the Jackal, watching as it fell to the ground and disintegrated into a cloud of ash. He then sidestepped, a purple streak drawing a red line across his cheek, and turned to face another clone, who had been rushing at him from the side. Alucard brought both of his weapons up, then pulled their triggers and swung down. Blood sprayed as his weapons carved an X into it's chest. The clone trembled before crumpling into four pieces. He spun in a circle, firing several strategic shots with the Casull to keep Remilia at bay before propping the Jackal over his shoulder and blowing the remaining clones head off.
It's body whirled past him, and was torn in half by the real Flandre, who was clearly frustrated with their inability to do anything but die. Her hand crackled with red electricity before she thrust it forward. A red beam three times the size of a bus shot forward, engulfing Alucard and traveling into the sea of ghouls.
Remilia had just barely managed to jump out of the way and received singed clothing. She landed, watching the beam die down and staring at the field of dead ghouls before turning back to Flandre. "Watch it Flan!"
"Yeah! Watch it Flan!" Remilia said, coming up from behind Remilia and snatching Gungnir from her grasp.
There was a moment of silence as the three sisters stared at each other before both Remilia's spoke in unison. "Hey!" The Remilia without Gungnir tackled the Remilia with Gungnir and they turned into a tornado as they fought over their weapon. Unfortunately for both, Gungnir was thrown from the tornado and into Flandre's hands, causing the tussle to end.
"Oh great. Now she doesn't know that I'm the real one and not you!" Remilia1 said, glaring at Remilia2.
"Well I'm SORRY if my fingers slipped!" Remilia2 countered. "And I'm the real one, thank you very much.
"Wait, I know what's happening!" Remilia1 exclaimed, staring at Flandre.
"OHHHHH. He's making Flan choose!" Remilia2 said, beaming happily.
"It's brilliant! If Flan chooses wrong, she incinerates her sister!" Remilia1 equaled her counterparts happiness by jumping up and down.
"I know!" Remilia2 replied.
"Why are we excited!?" They said in together.
They both turned to stare at Flandre, who was giving them a blank stare, then Remilia1 turned back, putting her hand out with her palm up.
"Ok! Ok! Rock, paper, scissors to see who Flan eviscerates first!" She said.
"You. Are. ON!" Remilia2 grinned, putting her hand out.
"Rock. Paper. Scissors…" Remilia1 put down rock while Remilia2 raised her hand again.
"Hey, I thought we were gonna do shoot." Remilia2 said.
"Fine. Fine." Remilia1 replied. "Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot!"
They both put down paper.
"Again!" Remilia2 declared.
"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot!"
They both put down paper again.
"..."
"RockPaperScissorsShoot!"
Paper - Paper
"We are so in sync!" They said.
"Comon. We aren't getting anywhere with RPS." Remilia2 said, gesturing for Remilia1 to come. "I'm sure I can get Sakuya to find us a chess board somewhere!"
Without warning, Flandre charged Gungnir and threw it through Remilia2's chest, making a large bloody hole. Remilia2 convulsed in pain before turning to Remilia1, her face was now a ghouls, and her hair was long and brown.
Remilia reached to the side, catching Gungnir as it arced back to her, and swung, decapitating the ghoul. "How did you know?" She asked Flandre.
"2 things. First, my sister loves chess. And second, Remilia Is always number 1, so It had to be the one with the 2 after her name!" Flandre explained.
"Uh… No. Chess is boring and…" Remilia stared at her sister in confusion. "That doesn't make any sense."
"I'll said it once, and I'll say it again." A giant metal fist slammed into Flandre's back, once again sending her across the sea of ghouls and outside of the mansions confines. Dracula had now taken her place, his eye's glowing so brightly that they may as well have been on fire. "Your kind cannot defeat me!"
"Ok fine." Remilia said, shrugging. "You've survived excessive amounts of holy water, being being blown to smithereens several times, and Gungnir. But let's see what happens when I give it my all."
Gungnir appeared to charge up again, but this time, instead of stopping at three times Remilia's size, it kept growing and glowed with enough energy to put up a strong wind. Eventually Remilia started to rise into the air, a giant, red, magical pentagram circle appearing behind her.
Dracula backed up, using his arms to spread his cape out into the wind before drawing his sword. The ghouls surrounding them started to shift and close in. Pillars of moaning dead towered above Remilia, closing in like a hand closing around a palm. She smiled, bringing Gungnir up above her head and clutching It with both hands. Then, in a flash of blinding light, she broke her weapon in two and disappeared.
An unknown force ripped through Dracula's army, and the blood of thousands suddenly filled the air. The pillars fell, bodyparts flew, and Dracula found himself in the center of an astoundingly massive blender. Blows to quick for even his eye's to track of started to slash at him, breaking off several chunks on his armor. He stumbled back, unable to defend himself as the cuts grew deeper and deeper. Dracula growled as his arm was separated from his body and tossed into the air before being cut into several equally sized pieces.
"What's the matter?" Remilia's voice sounded from everywhere at once. "Surely I cannot be too fast for the great Count Dracula! Come! Raise your sword! Hit me! Fight me! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!" The sound of her maniacal laughter started to zero in on one location. All around him, Dracula could see blurs of pink start to appear. They slowly slowed to a stop, revealing Remilia and what had been tearing everything apart.
What had once been Gungnir was now a series of poles connected by chains. The weapon was long enough to loop around the 100 foot clearing in the ghouls that it had made several times, and was constantly flying around, moving like a snake through the air. A giant spearhead floated above Remilia, who was now standing a way's away with a taunting smile on her face.
"Gungnir unleashed." Remilia boasted. "You should have killed me when you had the chance. Now, I get to strike the killing blow!" Everything around Dracula blurred again, making a dome of motion as Remilia and the massive form of her weapon darted around at random. "And you won't even see it coming!"
"No. I wont see it coming..." Dracula confirmed, sheathing his sword and growing back his arm.
"Admitting defeat? I thought you couldn't be defeated!" Remilia laughed, now moving faster as a result of excitement.
"Defeat?" It was Dracula's turn to laugh. "Not a very good listener, are you Remilia?"
Remilia now moved even faster, this time out of irritation. "What? Do you even understand your position here? I could kill you at any time! Now. Or even now! You're at my total mercy! Don't you know not to laugh at the person who's about to end your unlife?!"
"I suppose a brat like you would never understand such things though. A pity." Dracula said, starting to move forward. He closed his eye's reached out with all his senses, feeling the movements of Gungnir and Remilia in his very soul.
"A brat?! Me?! Die you... Cabbage!" Remilia screamed.
The dome of motion became a dome of light as Remilia reached her full speed. As this happened, Dracula reached out with one hand while throwing his claymore into the dome with the other. Just as the sword reached It's intended spot, the dome turned into a web of fast moving chains, but instead of closing in and ripping Dracula apart as Remilia had intended, they hit the sword and wrapped around it becoming stuck.
The very sudden stop of Gungnir's attack mixed with Remilia's insane anime speed caused her to lose control of her own weapon. In a series of chain reactions, she was flung around, seemingly haphazardly, before losing her grip and flying right past Dracula. At the same time, the confused mess of chains flung right into Dracula's outstretched hand.
"I find it funny that a Vampire of your caliber doesn't even know how to use her third eye." Dracula said, inserting words into Remilia's head as she passed. "You expected to defeat me without such a vital ability? You were brave Remilia, but you were also a fool."
There was a massive sonic boom as Remilia, carried by her own momentum, slammed through several hundred ghouls. The ghouls all raised their weapons as she approached. Swords slashed and spears broke on her until she was nothing more than a bloody, torn up, spear-filled ragdoll. Remilia then splatted against one of the mansion's walls, creating a giant red stain before sliding down to the ground.
Dracula flicked his wrist and Gungnir untangled itself from his sword. Then, in a flurry of pink, snapped back into it's spear form and calmed down. Dracula paused for a second, letting the moment sink in before looking at Remilia's crumpled form only to inhale sharply, his eyes widening slightly.
He had expected her to be unmoving, dead or beaten, but instead Remilia was staring right back at him, her eyes ablaze with an inner fire. The bloody mess that was once her hand shakily reached up, grabbing one of the spears protruding from her chest, and began the excruciating process of ripping it out.
"I see." Dracula said, closing his eye's smiling, satisfied. "I haven't seen something like that in our kind in… I misjudged you Remilia. It's almost a shame to see you go." Gungnir powered up, and Dracula twirled it up over his shoulder preparing to throw. "Almost."
Backed by Dracula's strength, Gungnir shot forward. The spear almost instantly reached it's target, appearing as a pink lightning strike rather than a projectile. As soon as it touched Remilia, there was a massive pink explosion, leaving behind a flaming hole in the mansion, and no sign of Remilia.
"Looks like I won't have a head to bring back." Dracula said to himself, then turned to the figure behind him. "And then there's you…" He said, his sword flying into his hand.
Flandre had just re-entered the mansion when she had witnessed her sister explode. She was frozen in the air, staring at the area where Remilia had disappeared. Two beads of red ran from her shocked eyes. Then, her muscles tensed. The temperature in the air rose fast, and various bits of ghouls and rubble started to steadily float off the ground. Flandre let out an ear piercing scream as a large cylinder of red energy engulfed her, shooting up into the clouds. Bolts of lightning randomly arched through the air, electrocuting a large amount of ghouls and turning the dirt beneath them to lava. Soon, the heat waves coming off of her grew to encompass the entire building, causing everything to burst into fire despite the mansions fire-protection enchantments.
Dracula backed away, grinning like the madman he was before covering himself in shadow. His bulky body started to become slender once again, lifting the top half of him upward while his legs melted and pooled out over the floor. Several large arms made purely from darkness grew from the pool, their fingers were sharp and pointed. At the top of of his center mass, the shadows peeled away, forming hair and revealing Alucard's pale face. His third eye opened In the center of his chest, and his black straight jacket formed down to what could have been his waist. Alucard's arms squirmed into existence, the symbols on the back of his gloves glowing a bright red, shining through the air which was now covered with smoke, ash, and cinders.
The Laevateinn, which Flandre was holding in her hand, straightened itself into a handle. A jet of flame shot out, then calmed down forming a blade of orange plasma twice her size. She pointed her newly created fire-sword at Alucard. "When I'm done with you… Your fandom… Will be... IN TEARS!"
Remilia woke as a tremor went through the ground. She was lying in her coffin, which sat on a soft, red, queen sized bed. The lid of her coffin was open, so she sat up, looking herself over in confusion.
She wore one of her many identical dresses, but this one had been freshly washed. Her injuries had healed, and there wasn't a speck of blood to be seen. Remilia looked around her bedroom, and realized that besides the bed it was now completely empty. The only exception was Sakuya, who had her back turned, and was looking through a floor-to-ceiling window that hadden't been there before. Through the window, she could see the battle between Alucard and Flandre unfold.
"You… Saved me?" Remilia asked.
"Yes mistress." Sakuya replied without moving.
"I… Told you not to interfere." Remilia said, clearly shaken. "You… Disobeyed me…"
Sakuya paused, then spoke again. "Yes Mistress."
"But… You never do that…" Remilia said, staring blankly at one of her bedroom walls.
Sakuya did not reply.
Remilia sighed, shaking her head, before exiting her coffin and jumping off her bed. She walked over to stand beside Sakuya, and looked into the glass.
Flandre was chasing the dark, inhuman mass that was Alucard. She slashed at him with her fire-sword, blasted him with beams of energy, and shot him with an uncountable amount of magical bullets. While this created several craters and a ton of lava, the damage to Alucard was next to none, as all of Flandre's energy attacks were absorbed like a sponge into his malformed body, and her slashes were instantly healed.
"She thinks I'm dead, doesn't she." Remilia said.
"Yes Mistress."
"Heh. Well I suppose she's not wrong." Remilia joked.
"Yes Mistress."
There was a long, awkward silence.
Alucard managed to use one of his arms to knock Flandre into the wall left of them. The wall instantly melted, and Flandre flew back out. She was forced to fly to the side as Alucard unleashed a series of high powered punches that completely leveled that part of the mansion. Flandre responded by cutting off several of his arms and diving in to punch him in the gut, sending him flying into the wall to the right of them.
"Where are Patchouli and Koakuma?" Remilia asked, noting their absence from the battlefield.
"Patchouli has over exerted herself severely. Koakuma's looking after her in the library." Sakuya answered.
"Dammit." Remilia cursed. "Looks like Flan is the only one in fighting shape."
"I am perfectly capable of joining the battle if need be." Sakuya said unconvincingly.
"Idiot, it's not your physical condition I'm worried about." Remilia scolded. "Normally you are calm and collected, but ever since Dracula started this incident you've been far from an elegant maid. You're no stranger to this kind of stuff, so what's making you act like this?"
Just as Sakuya was about to reply, Patchouli burst into the room, slamming the double doors that lead to Remilia's room to the side. She was gasping for air, but her eye's were wide with panic.
"We… Need to… Get down there and…!" Patchouli looked like she was trying to say something important, but she was interrupted as Flandre flew past the window.
Sakuya and Remilia both dived for the floor as several balls of energy hit the window, shattering It, and flew into the room. One of them was aimed straight at Patchouli's head, but before the ball hit, Koakuma yanked her to the side causing the ball to barely miss both of them and fly down the hallway beyond.
All of them looked out to see that Alucard had summoned up the magical energy bullets that he'd absorbed and was using his abundance of arms to chuck them everywhere Flandre went. A shock wave went through the air as Alucard's third eye unleashed a stolen laser beam and chased the small Vampire with ut.
"Not good." Sakuya commented, getting back up. "He's learning how to use Danmaku."
"I haven't seen an uglier stream of bullets In my life." Remilia said, turning back to Patchouli, who was wiggling free of Koakuma's grasp. "You should be getting rest."
"Remi listen." Patchouli said, still trying to get her breathing under control. "I've been reviewing everything Dracula said, and I think I've found It."
"Found what?" Remilia asked, glancing back to make sure they weren't In any danger of being blasted.
"Dracula, Flandre, you." Patchouli held up a finger for each Vampire. "All centuries old. Over the course of those centuries you and Flan developed unique powers that reflected themselves. Remilia, your actions granted you the power to indirectly control fate. And Flan, due to her destructive nature, was granted the power to destroy anything."
"Slow down Patch." Koakuma said as Patchouli burst into another coughing fit.
"I think I see what she's getting at." Said Sakuya. "You're saying that uf Remilia and Flandre both developed unique abilities, then Dracula could have as well."
"Not just could, Sakuya." Patchouli replied, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. "I am almost certain he does and judging from what he's been saying, I have a good idea of what it is to." Her tone somehow became more serious. "If my theory is correct, then we need to stop that fight."
"We can't." Remilia stated. "There's no way Flan will back down. All we can do is be ready."
The ground which had once been filled with beautiful flowers and hedge statues was now molten lava. Ghouls still flowed through the mansion's walls and into the hellscape, mindlessly incinerating themselves as they entered and creating huge clouds of ash. In the middle of it all were Alucard and Flandre.
Alucard had just run out of energy balls to throw, and Flandre took this opportunity to charge in, being careful to not blast him with anything incase he absorbed it. She dove down and struck, slicing all of Alucard's arms at once before raising her fire-sword above her head and swinging downwards, aiming to cleave his center mass in half.
The sword was only inches away from his head when Alucard's entire body disappeared in a puff of smoke. Almost immediately black tendrils of darkness rushed out of the smoke from all sides, grabbing Flandre by each of her limbs. Suddenly, the smoke was gone, and Flandre found herself captive In a huge red sphere. Eye's of all shapes and sizes opened, and Alucard's laughing filled her ears.
"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!" Flandre screamed, her body giving off a fit of uncontrolled magical power in the form of many colors. It only took a couple seconds for the energy to fill the sphere, building up pressure until the sphere exploded, creating a cloud of gore.
A large shadow streaked from away from the explosion and landed in the middle of the lava field. The glow from the molten floor revealed it to be Dracula, who had covered himself in his cloak. He drew his sword, which reflected the moon's light making it shine red. Flandre collapsed into the lava as well. She appeared exhausted from the amount of energy usage, she was still able to glare at Dracula, her muscles trembling in anger.
Both Vampires, each unhindered by the effects of heat, charged each other through the knee deep lava. Their swords met creating a shockwave that blew back the molten rock around them. Dracula's cloak caught fire and his armor started to glow red, but his body remained unharmed.
Flandre pulled away, then lunging in, thrusting with the tip of her sword. Dracula dodged to the side, stepping in behind her then striking for her back. Flandre reached back with her hand, catching Dracula's blade with her bare hand, and yanked the claymore out of his hands while at the same time off-balancing him and drawing him in. She then turned around and slammed her head against his, making Dracula stumble backwards with a dent in his head.
The dent straightened itself, and Dracula looked up to see that Flandre had leaped into the air. Her sword was embedded Dracula's forearm, and the metal around it started to melt. Red strings of blood emerged from the wound and wrapped themselves around the blade, keeping it stuck in his arm despite Flandre's best efforts.
Dracula raised his other arm up and used the edge of his hand to sever Flandre's sword arm. Then he swung to the side, backhanding her in the face and sending her whirling away. Dracula tossed the fire-sword into the air and caught it, while at the same time reaching out towards his claymore, which flew into his hand.
Flandre slid to a halt. Then slowly rose to her feet again. "I… I'm sorry, Owen… Remilia..." She said while hyperventilating. "I couldn't… Make him suffer…"
"Checkmate, Flandre Scarlet." Dracula said, twirling his claymore once before sliding it along the bottom of the fire-swords blade, making an upside-down crucifix.
"So… So…" Flandre raised her hand and opened it, as if reaching for Dracula. "I'll just break him instead."
A cold envelop Dracula, and his smile disappeared in alarm. He swung both swords out to the side and ran forward. Flandre took a deep breath, focusing solely on her opponent. When he had come within mere feat of her, she closed her hand.
Dracula's eyes flew wide open and his body went completely limp, tumbling past Flandre, dragging through the molten rock, and coming to a stop a few yards away. The ghouls abruptly stopped moving, turning their heads towards the small Vampire in shock before letting out a chorus of screams and bursting into flames. They ran around like a hive of disorganized ants, trampling and crushing each other in their panic.
Flandre turned and gave Dracula's body a curious stare. "Your eye's a tough one." She commented as he started to get up, blood dripping from his mouth. "But your efforts to remain alive will only end in failure."
"Wait! Flan!" Remilia's voice could be heard. "Don't do it!"
Remilia, Sakuya, Patchouli, and Koakuma were all standing on a floating piece of rock across the lava field. Flandre peered at them through the abundance of smoke and ash before laughing and turning back to Dracula. "Whats this? You're trying to get me to stop by showing me my dead sister? Idiot. You cannot escape your destruction."
Just as Dracula got to his feet, he was forced back down to his knees as Flandre squeezed harder. Blood streamed from his mouth, ears, nose, and eyes. His armor melted and fell to a puddle on the ground. This revealed Alucard who was wearing his red coat and hat along with his orange sunglasses.
"What… Is… This?!" Alucard asked, clutching his chest in agony.
"Vengeance!" Flandre laughed, walking closer. "Pure, sweet, VENGEANCE!" Flandre squeezed even harder, and Alucard gasped as his red attire melted to a pool of blood on the ground. He fell forward onto his hands, now in his black straight jacket. "I said I would break you, and I will. I will break you for Owen. I will break you for my sister. I will break you for trashing my home! And I will avenge every person you have ever consumed! You are bested Dracula."
"I am… Unstoppable." Alucard proclaimed quietly. "I can never lose. Not to you."
"You. Will. Be. Destroyed." Flandre growled, squeezing hard enough that her fingernails pierced her skin.
Alucard's body convulsed, and he quickly rose to his feet with. His pain stricken face started to sagg, and his bones snapped, making several popping noises. Then, all at once, Alucard's skin and clothing bursted into a torrent of eye's and blood. The eye's traveled to the ground and pooled before one by one, they exploded. Then, the torrent ended, revealing Girlycard and somehow giving Flandre an even more pissed off expression.
"It's been ages since I've come knocking…" Girlycard murmured to himself. His eyes were clouded and unfocused.
"BREAK YOU HAMMSTER BEARING FUCK-WIT!" The bones in Flandre's hand broke as she squeezed even harder.
Girlycard burst into fire, and was completely engulfed by the flames. His shadow could still be seen as he sighed and closed his eyes as if he were going to sleep. "I think I'll… Answer the door…"
Suddenly, a blast of wind went through the area and flash cooled the lava, making a ground of cold stone. The fires and ghouls were put out as well, their corpses freezing in place. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it downgraded to a soft breeze. The charred remains of Girlycard were still standing there like a statue depicting peace and sleep. Then, the statue cracked, revealing a silver cross, then fell away into a cloud of soot. In it's place stood a new figure.
It was a boy, probably around Flandre's age. He wore a long white cape with a simple back shirt and pants. The silver cross from before was around his white neck. His black hair was messy and unkempt. His frame was frail and weak, but his blue eyes shone like diamonds as they met Flandre's. Now, in Dracula's place, stood Vlad Tepes Dracul.
"What is this madness?!" Flandre said as her hand healed. "Why wont you break!"
"Centuries ago, I abandoned my humanity, and turned my back on god." Vlad began, his voice small, but strong. "I ravaged the countryside, slaying and devouring women and children. I, a man to weak to retain his humanity, became a monster."
Flandre stared at her hand in confusion, not interested in Vlad's story, and then squeezed once more. Vlad only winced before continuing.
"You will not succeed in killing me, Flandre. You see, if I am to die to another of my kind, all that will be left Is another monster." Vlad started to walk forward, his cape flapping in the wind. "Then, that monster would kill more innocent souls, then fall to the next, who would continue the cycle."
Flandre continued squeezing, her eyes shining red with rage and shock, but Vlad was unaffected.
"That is something I vowed never to let happen!" Vlad's shouted, his words becoming bolder. He clutched his fist as he came within reaching distance of Flandre. "You will NOT become a monster!" Vlad raised his fist and swung at Flandre's face. "If I am do die, IT MUST BE AT THE HANDS OF A HUMAN!" Vlad's fist connected with Flandre's cheek, but there was no force behind it. He might as well have poked her.
Time seemed to slow as Flandre stared into her opponent's eyes. Her mouth hung open in shock as she tried to process what was happening. Vlad stared back, his gaze defiant and steady.
Then, without warning, a sphere of darkness appeared around them. The ground shook violently and huge bolts of lightning arced through the air. Storm clouds formed high In the sky, and swirled around the entirety of the mansion in a huge vortex, creating a massive tornado. The sphere started gradually sucking things into it. The surrounding ground disappeared into it first, then the sphere's reach started suck in the air, but both Vlad and Flandre ignored what was happening around them, and instead focused on eachother. Shock turned to rage, then rage gave way to pure hatred. They both lunged at each other with outstretched hands, which clasped around each other as they met. Each pushed forward, trying to force the other down. Eventually, after a couple seconds of struggling, Flandre gave out a battle try, and Vlad followed suit.
"Patch! What the hell is going on!?" Remilia yelled, bracing herself against the heavy wind.
"It's the ultimate sword vs ultimate shield paradox!" Patchouli yelled back. "If we don't stop it, then the universe might collapse in on Itself, ending reality as we know it!"
The wind was getting ever stronger, and the black sphere was starting to grow. Remilia had to duck out of the way as dead ghoul flew past her and into the sphere, vanishing in a flash of light.
"I can't let that happen!" Gungnir appeared in Remilia's hand and started to power up.
"Wait! Don-" Patchouli started, but it was too late.
Remilia threw a fully charged Gungnir right at Vlad's head. The spear slammed into the sphere, of which bent inward a bit. Gungnir failed the pierce it, however, and was forced abruptly out, creating a shockwave, the weapon flew right past Remilia's right cheek, drawing a small red line before continuing past… Traveling straight through Patchouli's stomach.
Koakuma dived in to grab her falling body. "Patch!" She yelled.
Remilia could only stand there, horrified at what she had just done.
Sakuya, who had been running past Patchouli, stared at the fallen magician in alarm from the corner of her eye, but instead of stopping, she gritted her teeth and looked away towards Flandre and Vlad. Sakuya continued her course, leaping past Remilia and into the sphere's vacuum.
"Sakuya?" Remilia whispered, turning towards the maid.
"You only die to humans huh?!" Sakuya said, whipping out her golden pocket watch as she rapidly approached the paradox sphere. "WELL HERE'S A FUCKING HUMAN!"
She threw the watch at the sphere, but instead of bouncing off or vanishing, the watch entered without resistance. Came to a stop and hovered in front Flandre and Vlad's eye's. It opened, showing that It's hour and minute hands were rapidly spiraling in opposite directions, then they both stopped on midnight.
There was a blinding flash of white light, and everything went dark.
Gensokyo was no longer sleeping. In fact, it hadn't been for a while. It's residents were all up and about. Some were doing chores, glancing in the direction of the fight occasionally, while others raced through the air towards it, hoping to figure out or stop whatever the hell was going on.
Regardless of what they were doing, however, they all stopped when a massive quake shook the entire valley. Everyone looked towards the SDM, and saw a huge mushroom cloud rising over the spot the mansion had been.
