Gentiel wasn't always emotionless. Indeed, there was once a time when he experienced love. Her name was Sylva. She was, like him, a Cyniclon. He had spent his years before meeting Sylva practicing his warrior skills. He had the most potential of anyone in the Ardenite clan. However, he could never focus on the task at hand. He was always too easily distracted.
Then he had met Sylva. She was beautiful and kind. He couldn't help but to fall in love with her. And she returned his love. Gentiel finally began to understand the importance of sharpening his skills. It wasn't a game anymore. He had someone that he had to protect.
He graduated the warrior academy earlier than most. At the end of the ceremony, the time came for him to pledge his sole allegiance to Blood Red and her army. The vow went something like this: "I hereby pledge to seek only the will of the goddess. If she bid me to leave my home and my family, then I shall abide. If she bid me to leave my life and my love, then I shall abide. If it is her will that I sacrifice what is most dear to me, then for her I shall do it. I am a member of Blood Red's army. I will obey her without question."
But when Gentiel opened his mouth to say those words, he knew that he couldn't. What if Blood Red asked him to kill Sylva one day? He could never do that. He closed his mouth and kept his silence. When the elders prodded him to say his vow, he shook his head. "I have something dearer to me than this position. I cannot accept."
Blood Red became furious with him. The order was sent and Sylva was arrested and dragged to the temple. When Gentiel heard this, he rushed there as well, fear gripping his heart. When he arrived, he watched Sylva sink into the pool beneath Blood Red's orb; the prison within the spirit realm. Gentiel's face drained of all color as he watched his love disappear before his very eyes. It was then that Blood Red spoke. "Gentiel Sasayaiku, you will pledge yourself to me. Indeed, you will marry me. For if you don't, you will never see her face again."
What could Gentiel do other than agree? So he asked her, "When?"
"When the time is right," Blood Red had answered.
That had been fifteen years ago.
Kisshu had once asked Gentiel why he still called Blood Red "Mistress" if they were affianced. The answer was simple. Gentiel called Blood Red "Mistress" because he was her slave.
Now, a few days after the Chimera Ultima battle, Gentiel knelt in the temple. He spoke to the goddess whom he served. "Mistress, I have tried everything of which I am able to think. I am no longer sure what to do. I ask your guidance."
She replied to him, "Then come unto me. Today, we wed. You will be given my power, and with it, we shall conquer them."
So now the time was right. Gentiel had hoped to die before this moment, but his hopes were now accosted. He rose from his kneeling position and said, "Yes Mistress."
Taruto noticed that it had been two days since Gentiel had entered the temple. He still hadn't come out. What was going on? The young Cyniclon was hit with a dangerous sense of foreboding. Tearing through the things in Pai's former room, he found the bag of pendants and Ichigo's pet robot.
"Alien! Alien!" Masha squeaked. Taruto grabbed him and the bag before teleporting to the only person he felt he could trust.
Pai and Emma sat in the green moon-chair in her bedroom, lip-locked yet again. When they broke the kiss, she breathed sultrily, "Not bad, Peh. I might have taught you a thing or two." He raised one corner of his mouth in a lopsided smile, pleased with his lifemate's satisfaction. He leaned in to kiss her once more until a voice interrupted.
"Eewww!" the voice was young and male.
Pai's eyes went wide and he immediately pulled his mouth away. "Taruto! What are you doing here?" he asked in a slightly frantic tone.
"I don't know where else to go…" he replied, hanging his head in embarrassment. Pai noticed an object in each of Taruto's hands. One object was a dark blue, drawstring bag. The other was a light pink ball of fluff.
"Alien! Alien!" Masha chirped annoyedly, trying to pull his tail out of Taruto's grip and flailing around wildly in the process.
Pai understood the gravity of the situation from the desperation in Taruto's voice. "Taruto, what happened?" he asked gently.
The younger Cyniclon raised his caramel eyes to meet Pai's lavender ones. "Gentiel went into the temple two days ago. He hasn't come out since. I didn't know what to do… I still don't. So I came here."
It was then that Kisshu warped into the room. "I heard everything from next door in Ember's room," he explained quickly. Kisshu glanced at Pai. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Pai nodded. "Gentiel's getting married." At Pai's words, Taruto's jaw dropped.
"This is bad," Kisshu surmised, and Pai nodded in agreement. "We should tell the others."
"So Gentiel is marrying your supposed goddess? Did I comprehend that correctly?" Ember asked.
"Yes," Kisshu responded with a nod.
"So… what's bad about this again?" inquired Raquel.
"In theory," Pai explained, "Blood Red's power would be transferred to Gentiel's body, allowing him to use her force in the physical world whereas before her power was confined to the spirit world."
Masaya gasped. "So, in effect," he swallowed, "it would be somewhat similar to what happened with Deep Blue and me?"
"Not exactly, but similar yes," Pai agreed.
Ember was thinking rather intensely on the subject. The arctic mew then came to a conclusion and shared it with the persons in the room. "This Blood Red… She wants to destroy Earth even if it's unnecessary for the salvation of her people. She's from the spirit world and needs to possess a mortal body to inflict her power on the physical world. That doesn't sound like a deity to me. That sounds like a demon."
The eyes of every mew and alien widened at this revelation. Josué chewed his lip nervously. Tasuku comforted Berri with a hug, and Masaya looked at Ichigo with a concerned expression.
Then Victory noticed something. "Where are Ryou and Keiichiro?"
"Minah-san," (everyone) Keiichiro cleared his throat as he walked into the room, Kisshu and Pai parting to let him through. "I have some sad news." At his feet, a grey tomcat rubbed against his ankles and purred. "I was watching the clock. It has been at least ten minutes since he shifted forms. Ryou will never be human again."
Retasu and Raquel both began to cry. While Retasu's tears fell silently out of respect, Raquel wailed in the emotional agony of one who had lost their love before confessing their feelings. Emma sniffled a little at the loss of her "brother", and Pai walked over to comfort her. Zakuro had a pained expression on her face which was much akin to Aimee's. Bu-Ling, Ichigo, and Ember all wore shell-shocked looks. But Ember was probably the most affected. Ryou had been like an older brother to her. She had asked him for advice, made fun of him, and learned a lot from him. And now she would never do any of these things again.
Ryou looked up at everyone with innocent blue eyes. "Meow," he said. And then he ran to paw at the ribbons hanging from Kisshu's clothing.
"She lied," that was his first thought as he felt his conscious pushed into submission. "She's not giving me any power. Instead, she is taking away my will. She's forcing me to relinquish control of my own body. No! No!" But Gentiel was powerless to stop it. His last thought was the name of the woman that he would never see again. "Sylva…"
Taruto gave the Tokyo Mews their pendants, and the whole team transformed and ran after Mew Lone Wolf. Bolt Noir screamed, "For Ryou!" as they ran.
"I feel it in my spirit again," Wolf mused inwardly. "I know exactly where to go." As she ran, she prayed for strength and wisdom.
The location was the Louisville Slugger Stadium. It was empty because there was no baseball game today. The girls made their way to the baseball diamond, but something strange happened. Mews Berry and Blue Morpho were stopped by an unseen force on the top of the stairs that led to the field. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't go forward. The other mews jogged past rows of seats without them.
Mews Pudding and Wild Tigress were stopped by a similar barrier about two meters down the stairs. Another two meters, and Mews Diamondback and Zakuro were halted. Six more rows of chairs, and similarly Lettuce and Bolt Noir were unable to proceed. En Pointe and Mint were trapped at the platform near the railing as Ichigo and Lone Wolf turned to the right and scampered down a smaller flight of stairs that led to the ground-level seats.
The white wolf mew made it onto the field just fine, but the pink mew was trapped in the dugout by another barrier which no amount of Ribbon Strawberry Surprise would break.
Lone Wolf found herself face-to-face with her worst foe yet. This enemy resembled Gentiel very much; it even had blond hair, though now it hung freely without a ponytail. He was dressed in a brilliant red coat, and his eyes matched his clothing. These eyes had black rods that sparkled in the scarlet irises, and the trademark Cyniclon slit-pupils were thinner than usual. The body was male, but the voice that spoke was female.
"How is it that you are deemed worthy to come this close to me? Even my former servants are not so honored." The possessed alien gestured to the seats behind home plate. Pai, Taruto, Kisshu and Chaim all sat there. Well, Kisshu wasn't sitting. He was pressing against an invisible barrier with his palms. When it refused to yield, he took out a sai and started to stab at it, sending little yellow sparks caused by metal striking against this impenetrable force. He had already tried teleporting, and that too had been a useless effort.
"It is no honor to be in your presence," Lone Wolf growled. "You are an evil that needs to be extinguished."
The voice laughed. "You think you can kill me?"
For a moment, Lone Wolf doubted. Then she regained her courage. "No," she stated simply. "An immortal being cannot be killed. However, you can be eternally imprisoned behind the gates of Abadon."
At the mention of this destination, the demon seemed restless. "How do you know of this place?" it rasped, its voice morphing into something ethereally evil.
"I am a servant of the Most High. And through me, He will imprison you in that place."
"We'll see about that," it replied. The possessed body stretched forth its hand and blasted a red energy from its palm.
Lone blanched, and for a moment, her courage failed her. She ran to the side and ducked. She stumbled and fell, and the energy beam hit her in her gut, blasting her against the wall of the outfield. Her body jolted on impact before falling to the ground. She managed to get to her feet and slowly forced herself to stand. "I can't do this!" she thought as she aimed a fire sphere at her enemy. "I can't defeat it." She blasted the ball of flames, and it went wide, not even coming close to her target. She furrowed her brow and tried again. This one whizzed over the alien's right ear, and her foe smirked, walking closer.
"With every step it takes I'm closer to my doom." Lone began an involuntary keening wolf-whine as she shot another fire-ball. This one landed in the grass before the demon's feet and sputtered out. Her enemy was so close; she could tell she only had one more shot. "This is it. It's over. There's no way I can prevail."
And then she heard a warm and familiar voice speak to her in her spirit. "You can't. But I can."
She raised her eyes upwards and prayed. "Heavenly Father, help me. I understand now. I am a Mew so that I may bring glory to You, and not to myself. Through Your power this war will be ended. And peace will prevail." When she had finished, something inside of her clicked.
Her hands moved on their own accord. She spoke, "You are hereby sentenced to your lot because you would not accept your Sovereign." Then, from her palms, roared an ethereal white fire. This blaze surged forth and enveloped the enemy.
To the surprise of the spectators, the body did not burn. Still, the demon let out hisses and shrieks as if it had been scathed from head to toe. Soon, a black and cloudy form like smoke emerged from Gentiel's body; the body which then collapsed to the grass. The barriers that contained the others began to shiver, shimmering from the movement.
The dark figure was bent over, screaming and groaning in agony. The fire swirling around it was made to purify, yet such an action was impossible with such an evil being. As it was immortal, the demon continued to hiss and spit and squeal, unable to be destroyed by the flames.
Then Ember said the words, "In the name of God, be banished to the depths of the pit, which shall be the place of your eternal torture."
The figure of darkness vanished, taking with it its screams of pain. And then the fire ceased. Gentiel's body returned to normal and the barriers disintegrated, sending the Cyniclon that had been struggling to break them tumbling over the railing before he caught himself in levitation. He then began to fly towards the girl he loved. Then other aliens and mews also rushed out to her.
As Gentiel rose to his feet, he was suddenly displaying his emotions rather freely. The one he now wore was confusion. "What happened? How am I still alive?" Then the air next to him shivered and another figure made itself known. This figure was that of a Cyniclon woman with green eyes and silver hair that trailed over her left shoulder in a braid that reached her hips. She looked around in a daze. Gentiel's eyes widened. "Sylva?" The woman looked at him and smiled. "Sylva!" he ran to her and wrapped her in his arms.
By now, Kisshu had reached Ember and was kissing her in as many places as was appropriate in public. Pai hovered over to Gentiel and Sylva and began to explain all that had happened, and Chaim was also there filling them in on Cynclonia Star and the truth about their people's history.
"Why were we never told this?" Gentiel asked sincerely. Pai and Chaim shrugged and shook their heads.
It was Ember who answered his question. "It was because she was a demon. Their entire purpose is to destroy humankind. And they were not above using you to accomplish that goal."
The other Mews had reached the baseball diamond by now. "Alright, we won!" shouted Wild Tigress. "This calls for another victory party!"
It was then that the transformations of the Tokyo Mews dissolved. "I guess this means the fighting is over now, na-no-da," Bu-Ling cheered. "And now, Taru-Taru and I can be friends!" The youngest Cyniclon blushed slightly as she glomped him.
Author: Yay! No more war! But sadly, minah, this means out story will soon end. If you're wondering why my updates have been getting slower, this is why. It's so sad for me. It's almost over. What will I do when it's over? T.T
I'd like to say my thanks right here and now. To SwanMew for being my bestie that listened to everything I wrote before it was ever posted. To Whitewolfffy for encouraging me to post this, even if Chapter 11 made you wish I hadn't. To CelticLily for being with me from the beginning and sticking it out to the end. To SonicXMinagirl for giving an uplifting review at just the right moment. And also to countless other readers who have enjoyed this all the way through. But most of all, I thank God for my talents as a writer and my inspiration for this story.
A chapter and an epilogue. That is all that remains to be posted of American Mew Mew. I'll have other stories, of course. But I will always remember this one; the first long story that I ever finished.
