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In a world of black and white, a hero is born...
Let us return to the beginning! These are the chronicles of Black Rock Shooter!
Black Rock Shooter Chronicles, Act Fourteen: Cataclysm
The girl had two more pawns to do the rest... Two more pawns to change the tide. White was winning, and Black didn't even know. Black had long lost the rest of its other pieces. White had thus far only lost one. Black had but a single knight, bishop and rook left. All it's pawns were dead save for one. The battle lay with the black queen. Would the black queen change everything? Could the black queen protect her king..?
... But did it really lie with the queen...? The girl gazed upon Black's one remaining pawn and smiled.
"Show me. Black Rock Shooter. Show me what you're really capable of!"
Yomi stood at the window's edge, hands clasped over her mouth. Outside, it was as if a war was unfolding right before her very eyes. Just moments ago, tremors had rocked the ground, and now, numerous billows of smoke rose up from the town central. Somewhere, somebody was fighting. Was it Mato..?
Yomi had been left to her own affairs by Hikari and Enchantress. She had been locked in, and there were no means of escape whatsoever. The room was on the third floor of a vast mansion. It was as if she had been left there just so she could get a front row seat to the chaos that was happening in town. Yomi shivered. Would innocent people who had nothing to do with this be affected? People who knew nothing of the evil that had entered their world? Yomi could not bear to think. It was too sad. Too horrible.
Yomi pushed away a silly thought in her mind. She had hoped that Mato would come crashing in through the ceiling to save her; save her, miraculously, like she had done before. Yet, Yomi knew better. This was reality. It wasn't the same as with the other world. Willpower and hope meant nothing here. She could only watch as Mato's beloved town; her beloved town, got destroyed by forces beyond the understanding of their world. Yomi bit her lip. As she looked on, helplessly, she could not help but utter a single, quiet prayer to whoever was listening.
"Please... Give me the strength to help them..."
Their battle had destroyed a good bit of the town central. Black Twin Blades gritted her teeth, infuriated. This fight could not drag on any longer.
Houses had been left in ruin, their roofs punctured by holes the size of small cars. Communication cables lay strewn all over the roads, which were littered with massive craters and debris. Worst of all however, were the corpses that lay helter-skelter all over the ground. Black Twin Blades had tried her best to reduce the collateral damage, but it was to no avail. She had no idea that a fully awakened Apostle bore so much power.
In front of her, stood Underworld Vulcan in all her sadistic glory. Her foot rested on the head of one of her many victims, which she then proceeded to crush to a bloody pulp. Black Twin Blades cringed.
"Hey... Look at me when we're having fun... I don't like it when you don't look at me!" Screamed Underworld Vulcan maniacally before lunging at Black Twin Blades. She barely managed to avoid the assault, but it was a split second later that she realized her mistake. Underworld Vulcan's target had never been her to begin with. With incredible speed, Underworld Vulcan rushed past Black Twin Blades, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Black Twin Blades cursed herself for her stupidity, and quickly gave chase.
Underworld Vulcan, however, had other ideas. She let loose random scatter shots at Black Twin Blades as she escaped, leaving Black Twin Blades dodging left, right and center. Black Twin Blades swore out loud. If she didn't avoid the projectiles, it'd be the end of her. Yet, if she did avoid the projectiles, the collateral damage just kept piling up! Why was Underworld Vulcan trying to escape at a time like this?
The two continued their dangerous game of cat and mouse, moving further and further east. The setting sun cast long shadows ahead of them. Underworld Vulcan leapt off the roofs of houses, firing off her projectiles without pause. Black Twin Blades was in hot pursuit, but try as she could, she was unable to match the speed of her foe.
Suddenly, Underworld Vulcan's gunfire ceased, and she came to an abrupt stop atop a street lamp. Black Twin Blades could not imagine how she managed to balance herself while carrying that massive firearm. Black Twin Blades too, came to a stop, for she sensed something amiss. Was it another trap?
It was then, that Underworld Vulcan turned to face her, and Black Twin Blades felt her blood freeze when she saw the deathly smile on her foe's visage. It was then that Black Twin Blades knew that she had fell for it hard. A trap within a trap.
Two massive explosions happened simultaneously, one towards the north of the town and the other towards the south. Both locations were miles from where Underworld Vulcan had led her. Black Twin Blades swore again. Of course. Of course it had been a trap!
"Damn it..."
Underworld Vulcan let out a hysterical laugh that pierced the very soul. Black Twin Blades threw her a dirty look.
"Where are your friends now, huh? Where are your friends?" Underworld Vulcan jeered in a sing-song voice. Black Twin Blades felt herself sink into despair. So it wasn't just her. The rest of them too had probably been isolated, somewhere, somehow. There was nobody left to protect the town. Nobody except herself. Black Twin Blades saw the enemy's plan fall into place. It was painfully obvious. Why had they not stuck together from the very beginning?
"You're a right bunch of fools aren't ya? Walked right into it! Hahaha! Now it's just you and me, Black Twin Blades! Just you and me! We can finally have fun, without any interference! Who knows though? Maybe if you beat me quick enough, you can go save the town!" Mocked the enemy.
Black Twin Blades shook with anger. Now she was just being openly provoked! She was having this much trouble with just one Apostle. What good would she be against the other two now wrecking havoc in the other parts of town? To begin with, she had been foolish enough not to consider that the enemy had more forces on their side...
She did not know what to do. They were in a deeper crisis that they had ever anticipated. If she failed here... There would be nobody left to protect the town. Black Twin Blades realized that she could only hope that the rest of her allies would finish their own fights quicker than she did. As though to comfort herself, a wry smile crept onto her face.
"Come on guys... Hurry up now..."
Black Gold Saw had always prided herself in the use of her sword. However, she had never thought she would ever meet a foe skilled in the use of three.
It took every ounce of her concentration to block, parry and evade her opponent's tireless attacks. The Black Titan was but a puppet. A machine built for the sole purpose of destroying everything in its path.
Most difficult however, was not going against the Black Titan. No. The Black Titan, with its monstrous size, was an easy target. At that point in time, Black Gold Saw had already landed close to a hundred hits on the thing. It, however, bore not so much as a scratch.
No, the difficulty lay in slaying the puppet master, Geshumaru, who rested snugly in the Titan's arms. As long as Geshumaru was unharmed, every bit of damage on the Titan would recover by itself. Every dent, scratch and slash that Black Gold Saw made healed in front of her very eyes in a manner of seconds. Every limb she severed was replaced so quickly that it didn't faze the Titan one bit.
Even then, this was still not the most difficult bit. No. The Black Titan, with it's three swords and invulnerability would have still fallen to Black Gold Saw, given enough time for her to spot patterns in its fighting style, which would then allow her to have a go at Geshumaru. However, the Black Titan had another trick up its sleeve.
Black Gold Saw quickly dodged left as blue fire engulfed the spot where she had been. The fire however, did not burn. It froze. This same fire powered the entire mechanism of the Black Titan, and every blow that Black Gold Saw landed on it caused her blade to freeze and dull. It had long encrusted the entirely of her sword in a thin layer of frost. Worse still, the cold had travelled down the blade to her body, and it slowed her movements and dulled her instincts.
It was plain to see why Geshumaru had long been considered one of the more fearsome of the Apostles.
Black Gold Saw raised her sword just in time as a heavy blow came down upon her. The force of it drove her into the ground, and she winced in pain as she felt her legs on the verge of breaking. However, this still did not faze her. She remained calm and collected, and quickly dodged as the Titan blew its freezing fire upon her again. A few somersaults later, Black Gold Saw had put distance between herself and the Titan again. She had discovered that being far away from that thing proved the most advantageous whenever she wanted to recover, for in the end it was bulky and slow, and its fire only had a certain range.
Silence fell between the two warriors, and even though the fight looked equal, Black Gold Saw knew that the longer the battle dragged, the higher the chance of her defeat.
"What's the matter, Black Gold Saw? Feeling numb already..?" Chided Geshumaru. Black Gold Saw responded with a smirk, even though she could not feel her own legs any longer. She knew that any distraction would result in her instant defeat. She knew that Geshumaru was one foe that could not be taken lightly.
The Black Titan rushed towards her for yet another attack, and Black Gold Saw readied herself for impact. She would not die here. Not today. She had already died once. Once was enough.
The cold wind howled, and they resumed their violent serenade under the black sky.
Strength ran amock in the town's northern parts. She flipped cars and other vehicles as if they were made of cardboard, though she did not look as if she was having fun at all. She had a job to do, and she would do it to her utmost capability... Or else her Master would get angry again!
"It's always me left with the silly jobs. Always me..." Mumbled Strength. She let her frustration out on a nearby building, smashing its foundations with her Ogre Arms. The building collapsed, but not before some people managed to escape just in time. Strength was not amused. She had been ordered to destroy everything. People, non-exclusive.
A woman screamed as Strength approached her, but she was quickly muffled as Strength flicked her away like a tiny bug. The rest of the people were petrified, and Strength picked them off one by one. Strength was unamused. They were just making her job more difficult. So many, many little bugs! She was not pleased!
Strength pummelled the ground with all her might in anger, and the shockwaves were so massive that the road split open, and some unfortunate civilians fell to their deaths into the abyss below. Underground pipes burst and water began to spew all over the place.
Soon, police cars drove into the vicinity, their sirens blaring. Strength ignored them, choosing to be more interested in the water that now fell all around her. She was angry, but she also felt sad. It was unfair. She could have been born into this world from the very beginning, and she would have never had to fight. She would have never had to fear anything. She was jealous of Yuu. Jealous of the carefree and spirited little girl. She had liked Yuu, but things between them were not to be. She had wanted to become one and the same with her, but Yuu had fought against her intentions. Now... Yuu would never be able to return to this world again. Poor, poor Yuu.
Strength felt tears roll down her cheeks, but even then, she wasn't sure if they were tears. It could have easily been the water raining down upon her.
"Put your hands up in the air! Whoever you are! We are armed and we will shoot! I repeat, we will shoot!" Came the magnified voice of the police officer over his megaphone. Strength turned to face them. She saw an entire barricade of police cars in front of her. She saw human weapons of metal being pointed at her. She saw fear in their eyes.
Strength raised her Ogre Arms above her head. The policemen remained in their positions, not a single one lowering his or her weapon. Many of their hands were shaking. Strength could see it. Her kind had fought amongst themselves for so long that every movement, no matter how small, became visible. Strength smiled.
These people were afraid. They went against her, knowing they would ultimately die. They were all like Yuu. Poor, poor Yuu...
Strength closed her eyes. She didn't want it to hurt any longer.
"I guess thinking really isn't for me after all."
What happened next, nobody could have guessed. Strength let out an almighty scream, and a massive aura pulsated from her being. The ground trembled, window panes cracked and the air shook with power. The policemen readied their guns for fire...
.. But just as it seemed like all hell would break loose, however, everything stopped. Everything stopped.
Strength stood there, unmoving, her Ogre Arms still raised in the air. She did not make a single movement. Yet, inside, she had changed. She was back.
... Standing a small distance away, atop a clock tower, was Hikari. She had been observing Strength, and she was pleased.
Just as their kind had affected the lives of those they bore connections with, the reverse could happen as well. Strength had been affected greatly by that girl, Yuu. It had happened to the extent that Strength had one day gained character. She became disobedient. Silly. Almost human. Yet, this had also made her weak.
It was a little known fact, but of all the Apostles, Strength had been the first. She had been the very reason why the term "Apostles" had existed in the very first place, a title given only to the strongest of their kind. Yet, Strength had weakened when she gained a connection with Yuu. Had become vulnerable.
"Do not make any sudden movements! I repeat, do not make any sudden movements!" Came the magnified voice of the police officer again. Strength still did not move.
Hikari smiled. Silly humans. Silly, silly humans. She turned away from the scene and a door materialized in the sky in front of her. Her job here was done.
Just as Hikari stepped through the doorway and vanished out of sight, Strength awakened. Strength of the Ogre Arms.
The beast looked around, gazing at its surroundings. What was this place? She lowered her Ogre Arms.
"Fire!"
Bullets flew, embedding themselves into Strength. Blood flowed, and the beast howled in anger. She turned to the source of her pain. She saw the policemen. Her prey.
"Pain... Pain... PAIN!"
A monster now, without emotion or conscience, Strength leapt at the police officers, who continued their fire. Nothing could stop Strength though. Not as she was now.
A nameless young man, whom had hidden himself in a small crevice in the ground, saw everything. He saw heads flying. Saw limbs torn from their body, one by one. Heard screams. He couldn't watch any longer. It was then, that a grim reality dawned upon him.
There was nobody he knew of that could possibly stop that monster.
With a swift movement, Black Death Cutter dealt a death blow to Dragon Slayer, who quickly took a leap to a safer location. Black Rock Shooter fired at Dragon Slayer from a distance, keeping their foe dancing. They had been fighting for a good part of an hour now.
Dragon Slayer was visibly estatic. Something good had happened, and Black Death Cutter did not want to know what it was. All she knew was that their opponent was passing for time.
Dragon Slayer was possibly the most mysterious of the Apostles. Nobody knew what her abilities were. They merely named her so because of the dragon which always followed her around. Now though, the dragon was gone. Neither Black Death Cutter nor Black Rock Shooter knew what to expect.
"Stop running and start fighting!" Bellowed a furious Black Death Cutter, who disliked cowardice to a great degree. Black Rock Shooter placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Calm down, sister. You know what happens when you lose your calm..." Advised Black Rock Shooter, recalling a painful time.
Black Death Cutter lowered her axe and slowed her breathing. Black Rock Shooter was right. She had to calm down. Dragon Slayer looked on from a distance.
"What's the matter? Tired already..?" Came her mocking voice. Black Death Cutter's eye twitched. She turned to Black Rock Shooter.
"Sorry. I can't calm down. Not like this."
With a great yell, Black Death Cutter leapt into action again. Black Rock Shooter sighed. She had always known that, despite her calm appearance, Black Death Cutter was easy to provoke. Hastily, Black Rock Shooter rushed to join in the battle as well. Against as opponent of unknown calibre, it was best that they teamed up.
However, it had not escaped Black Rock Shooter's attention either that their opponent had done nothing but run away the entire battle. Black Rock Shooter knew that it wasn't because Dragon Slayer was weak. No... Something was amiss.
Suddenly, Dragon Slayer lunged at Black Death Cutter, taking her by surprise. Black Death Cutter had not expected an offensive. With only her well-honed battle instincts, she blocked an otherwise fatal slash to her face, and even then, Black Death Cutter felt Dragon Slayer's massive blade graze it. Blood trickled from the cut.
Dragon Slayer leapt away to safety again, though her previously gleeful face was now stern. Black Death Cutter swore. She had fell for provocation again. Her opponent had played her part in stalling for time. Now, she was serious.
Black Rock Shooter landed at Black Death Cutter's side.
"Are you ok..?" She voiced with concern. Black Death Cutter shrugged it off.
"It's nothing. Just a small cut. Seems like she's finally taking us seriously though. I think she's done her part in stalling for time."
Black Rock Shooter could not shake off the thought that something bad was happening out there, in the real world. Once again, her instincts told her so. However, she quickly returned her attention to their foe.
Dragon Slayer wasn't smiling any longer. She had fulfilled the job given to her. Now, she wanted revenge. Especially on Black Death Cutter.
"You remember Blood Princess, Black Death Cutter..?" Came the unexpected question. Black Death Cutter knew that it was addressed to her. Why that question though..?
"Of course I remember... She was a powerful foe. Stronger than any I had ever fought at that time. Until Black Gold Saw of course..." She replied hesitantly. Dragon Slayer glared.
"Yes... Blood Princess was Strong, but you and Black Twin Blades teamed up against her, just like the two of you are doing against me now... There was no possible way she could have beaten either of you... Even though she was an Apostle..."
Black Death Cutter exchanged looks with Black Rock Shooter. She did not like where the conversation was headed. Dragon Slayer continued speaking.
"Do you know why she was called Blood Princess..? It was because she would collect the blood of her opponents after she killed them."
Black Death Cutter knew that to be true. She, however, never knew why Blood Princess did it. She was about to find out.
Dragon Slayer pulled out a book from her shirt. It had a black cover, and it was tattered and torn, with yellowing pages. Black Rock Shooter sensed great malice coming from the object.
"They called me Dragon Slayer, because of my dragon... But only Blood Princess knew of my other ability, and my other name. After all..."
Dragon Slayer smeared the blood on her blade onto one of the book's pages. Black Death Cutter's blood.
"... The one she collected blood for... Was me."
The book began to burn with black fire. The fire leapt out of the book onto the ground, and it began to take shape. Black Rock Shooter's eyes widened in horror as she saw three girls begin to form from the black flames, skeleton first, then muscle, then skin. Whatever fire remained thereafter was sucked into their mouths last, and they came to life.
The three girls looked identical, save for their hair and some stylistic features. All three had large, empty eyes that seemed like portals into bleakness. All three wore black dresses that exposed their shoulders. The first had curly, red hair, tied into twin pigtails by accessories that looked like horns. The second had long, pink hair, adorned by a tiara of thorns. The last had messy, dark purple hair, and she wore a headband with two horns as well.
"How do you like my children..? Cute, aren't they..?" Asked Dragon Slayer, as she kept her book. The three girls merely stood there, unmoving and awaiting their orders.
Black Death Cutter readied her axe for any oncoming attacks. Black Rock Shooter followed suit.
"This is for killing my only companion in our bleak, dark world, Black Death Cutter. This is for killing Blood Princess. Now, you shall know what I am truly capable of! Why I, am called Doll Mistress!"
The three dolls sprang to life and separated. Dragon Slayer, or Doll Mistress as she was called now, leapt into action as well.
Doll Mistress and one of the dolls begun their attack on Black Death Cutter. The other two dolls went straight for Black Rock Shooter. They were outnumbered two to one, an ironic reversal of the fight with Blood Princess. Black Rock Shooter registered that the dolls were about as strong as Black Death Cutter was, no doubt an effect of the use of her blood.
As the both of them fought for their lives, it suddenly dawned upon Black Death Cutter just why Doll Mistress had to stall for time before unleashing her true powers.
She had probably been afraid that she would finish them off too quickly to enjoy it.
In the town's southern end, Enchantress was having the time of her life. Having full control of a powerful body in a world where everyone else was weak made her feel empowered. It made her feel like a Queen! She had received her orders to destroy everything, and it was like a dream come true! She could finally go all-out now!
"That's one! That's two! That's three!" She counted out loud as she skewered civilians on the street. She flicked their bodies away unceremoniously. After all, she didn't want to ruin her beautiful skin with splatters of blood. Some tried to run, but Enchantress had other ideas. She leapt up high into the air, and with great velocity, rushed downwards, plunging her spear deep into the earth. Suddenly, hundreds of metal thorns shot out from the ground, skewering civilians and leaving them hanging for dead. Those who did not die straightaway were left screaming for their lives, dismembered and in mortal pain. Music to the ears of The Enchantress.
Everything was going just as planned. Black Rock Shooter and the rest of her allies had been separated, each fighting for their lives. Together, they were strong but divided... There was nothing they could do against the Apostles. Her Master's plan had been carried out without a hitch.
Enchantress was unique amongst the Apostles, in the sense that her real-life self did not resist against her when she took over. That alone had made her far stronger than most of the other Apostles now that she had truly awakened.
Enchantress had remembered long ago, when she had first discovered the conscience of the girl within herself. A conscience filled with dark thoughts and deep secrets. Enchantress had felt like she was in paradise then.
The girl's name was Eiri, a twisted person whom had committed unspeakable acts of cruelty against her own society. Enchantress realized that Eiri was just like herself, and soon, a connection formed between the two, a connection that grew stronger with each passing day.
Soon, the day came when Eiri would attempt to take her own life, sick and tired of the society that cast her out. Enchantress however, offered her a far better choice. The forbidden fruit. To be one with her and have powers beyond her wildest imagination. Power that would make her stronger than the society that rejected her. Power to allow her to take revenge upon them.
Naturally, Eiri agreed without a second thought.
Enchantress killed a women begging for a life at her feet without batting an eyelid. She would spare nobody. She would grant Eiri's wish and destroy the people who threw her out. She would fulfill her orders. She would kill. She would kill them all.
Enchantress smiled. They would soon attain everything. They would soon attain what had their Master had promised of them.
Her smile broke into cruel laughter.
Soon, the Apostles would inherit what was rightfully theirs.
Yomi could not watch any longer. It was too painful.
She turned away from the window, and fought back tears. She wished there and then that she had never let herself become Dead Master. That she had never known of the connection between their world and her own. That she had never known Mato. It was her fault. All her fault.
As Yomi looked towards the door, it creaked open, and behind it stood Hikari. Yomi backed away in fear.
Behind that frail image was true evil. The one who was behind it all. The one who had to be destroyed. The real Dead Master.
A dull rumbling ran through the room. Green eyes met crimson, and Yomi saw death in Hikari's red eyes. A sea of blood. Yomi bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. It was then that something happened.
Just as Yomi blinked, the world changed. Just as she heard one last explosion from the distance, the room was no longer there. Yomi blinked several times more as her eyes got used to their new surroundings.
She was in a hall of glass. Everything was made of glass. The floor, the walls the ceiling. What drew Yomi's attention most, however, was a table and chair in the center of the room, and the girl seated there.
"Black... Rock Shooter..?" Yomi found herself mouthing the words. Yet, she knew that she was wrong. After all, the girl was clearly white.
The girl smiled, and got up from her seat. Yomi saw the uncanny resemblace she bore to Black Rock Shooter even more clearly now. Yet, something was off. Very off.
"Hikari.. Chan..?" Yomi found herself stuttering. The girl's smile widened.
"Not quite, not quite. There is a lot less of her in our shared subconsciousness than I... Heck, she may be gone altogether. Who knows..." Came the inhuman reply. Yomi grabbed her own wrist to stop herself from shaking.
No, this girl was nothing like Black Rock Shooter. She remembered this sensation well. The sensation she had experienced when she was Dead Master. Pure evil.
"Why... Why are you doing this to us! We've never had anything to do with you! We've never done anything against you! Why are you attacking the town..?" Yomi found herself asking despite herself. The white girl's face fell, replaced by a frown.
"Nothing to do with us..? Your existence defines us... Your endless emotions and feelings made us fight... You should know that best, Takanashi Yomi..." Was the answer. Yomi found nothing to say. The white girl was right after all. Yomi had almost killed Mato when she had become Dead Master... She had no right to hate the girl before her now.
The white girl sat back down upon her chair, and a teacup appeared in her hand out of nowhere, filled to the brim with a glowing, white fluid. She sipped her drink slowly, almost seductively, savouring its taste. Yomi cringed. Something about that girl seemed predatory.
"Sit."
Suddenly, Yomi felt invisible hands force her down onto a solid glass chair that had already formed from the floor. She struggled to break free, but to no avail. She was in the enemy's realm now. The girl began to speak. Yomi was forced to listen.
"Let me tell you something interesting, Takanashi Yo - May I call you Yomi..?" The girl paused. Yomi gave a quick nod, tears welling up in her eyes. The glass chair was cutting into her. Blood flowed.
"Do you know how Black Rock Shooter saved you from Dead Master..?" Was the question, a question Yomi knew not the answer to. Evidently, the girl knew that too, for she continued through Yomi's pained silence.
"Black Rock Shooter's greatest ability lies not in her fighting prowess, nor her unbelievably strong bond with your friend, Kuroi Mato... No... It lies in those blue flames..."
Yomi looked around for a means of escape, but there were none. The glass hall was completely sealed off from any outside influences. The only way out was through the girl.
"Her flames have the power to completely destroy us, Yomi. They can completely cut us off and prevent us from taking over your consciousness... But.. That doesn't apply to you, Yomi."
Yomi suddenly saw where the conversation was heading. She had suspected all along, but had refused to accept it. She tried to speak, but realized that she could not. Her mouth refused to obey her.
"You see, Dead Master was but a conglomeration of dead conscience. She was never really... Alive. She was just a monster who clung onto you! Yet... She was powerful, Yomi. Something so powerful needs to cling onto something equally dark... Equally evil..."
The girl's voice fell to a deathly whisper.
"... You..'
Suddenly, a splitting pain cut through Yomi's skull, and all of a sudden, she found her voice again. Yomi screamed like she had never screamed before. The pain was unbearable, like something was clawing its way out of her head. She blinked back tears and grinded her teeth. It hurt! It hurt so badly!
The girl rose from her seat, and walked calmly towards Yomi before placing a hand on her face. Yomi saw the girl's face through her tears, just inches from her own. The girl was smiling.
"Want to know what my special power is..?"
Red flames sprang into life over the girl's right eye. Yomi shook her head violently. No... No... Please.. NO!
"If Black Rock Shooter can destroy us then... I can bring us back to life."
Everything came back to her. Yomi saw Dead Master's face. Heard her laughter. Then she saw no more. Only darkness.
Even as otherworldly forces destroy our world and our heroes are faced with overwhelming odds, the true crisis lies with Yomi! What has the enemy done to her..?
Well, this chapter turned out pretty darn long. I thought it was pretty good. Reminded me of this really awesome chapter I once wrote for my Code Geass fic. So anyway, I'm really glad my reviews are picking up again! It is here that I will ask for a favour, and pardon my arrogance for asking it but... I want to claim my number one spot for most reviews on a BRS Fic again! My long hiatus between chapters 10 and 11 kinda killed this fic. So, yeah. Just take it as a selfish request. Other then that, keep reading, because things will, believe it or not, get more exciting! O_O
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