Holy Beezlebub, it's ANOTHER long one...they may be getting longer because I am starting to develop the plot a little more...now that I have an idea of what I am actually going to do! ;) Thanks Kybele...about the setting thing...yea, I knew that. I totally knew that it was like that...uhm...okay, everyone who wanted to review anonymously, I am REALLY sorry...I didn't even know that there was a setting like that...go figure. So, now you may review...and wish that a piece of ceiling falls down on Auten's head during the hurricane. Ho hum, we know what doesn't belong to Auten, but now...there IS something that belongs to Auten! And that is Circe and her minions!! Yay!
"Correct me if I am wrong." She felt her voice roll from her mouth, cold and magnificent. "But you choose to install the Darkness in the one who controls love and light?" The thing that looked like a woman, but wasn't, fell to her knees.
"O, Mistress...she was choked full of anger and bitterness. The shard will draw it to an it. I assure you, she was the right choice." Circe stared down at the huddling woman-form, whose blue hair fell in waves about her slender form.
"Very well, Gyakusetsu...but if your plan fails, then I may be forced to remove you from the elite." Her creation stood, and bowed shakily before leaving the room. Circe sighed heavily; Gyakusetsu and her damn paradoxes! There was going to come a time when that Soul-Eater was going to be a rather large liability.
Resolving to keep a closer eye on Gyakusetsu, Circe summoned a mirror from her throne. It appeared in the inky blackness, the silver surface flashing. Circe smiled when she beheld her reflection in the mirror; flawless alabaster skin covering a delicate face set with two wide, violet eyes.
But she soon banished her reflection, lovely as it was, and called upon another domain. The mirror filled with blackness, feeling never ending but at the same time, enclosing. And there it paced, restless and angry...the moment it sensed her, it lurched against the wall of its prison. Circe however, brushed a finger over the mirror surface, and it quieted for a moment, knowing that it was her, she who promised its release.
"Not enough souls have been gathered yet," Circe told it, slowly, as if she were considering the information. "The underworld souls have merely served to keep your energy level up. But, there are powers here, in Japan. Powers which when combined, would be enough to break your walls." It hissed.
"Be patient," Circe replied, touching her chin with an index finger. "Be patient. The one called Gyakusetsu installed one of your scales in the human whose aura burns with light and love. Feed her your hatred and your anger, and she will be a willing tool." It writhed with pleasure and Circe herself grinned. "I am the sorceress who found the records, and the spells. I am the sorceress who made new to replace the old. And I am the sorceress who will free you so that the world will fall beneath a blanket of still and silence, for the human race is a brutality not to be allowed to survive."
Her laughter, cold and hard as its scales, echoed throughout her throne room.
The somewhat disgruntled member of the Elite collapsed in a chair, and signaled for the bartender to get her a drink...preferably a large one.
"How did your mission go?" A smooth voice inquired behind her. Gyakusetsu waved an arm weakly, not looking at the speaker.
"It went fine...but Mistress is doubtful of my choice." The drink arrived from the faceless barman, and Gyakusetsu took an eager swig. The voice behind her chuckled dryly.
"You never could resist a paradox, could you?" Ginnezudesu sat besides her, tossing his long mane of silvery hair behind his shoulders. When the bartender turned to him, he shook his head slightly, and instead turned to Gyakusetsu.
"What?" she asked, after taking another sip of her drink. "No beverage for this evening, Ginne?" He shrugged.
"Not in the mood for one...but, really, Gya, whom did you put the Shard in?" She sighed heavily.
"I found this human girl whose aura is full of love and light." Ginnezudesu was a little too shocked to reply. "And yet, she was full of bitterness...and anger. She is the perfect host for the Shard." The silvery soul-eater shook himself.
"And if your paradox fails?" Gyakusetsu did not reply, but took a heavy draught from the glass. "Just as I thought...well, Gya, you know that we'll help you keep an eye on it. After all, humans are easy to corrupt. I am sure that the one you picked will be no exception." Gyakusetsu smiled weakly at him in thanks.
The Elite always felt a bond amongst one another; they were the only ones of their kind, and so they always felt that it was their responsibility to watch out for one another.
"I'm back! Who missed me?!" A lovely soul eater that resembled a teenage girl bounced in the room, a large smile on her face. Clutched in her hand was a small prism.
"What plague are you besetting upon Tokyo today, Kuro?" Kuroyuri pouted at him, before brandishing the prism.
"Well, since the Ahshiddokiba was such a miserable failure, I thought I'd try a Debirufaia...they're more intelligent, I think." Gyakusetsu frowned.
"Where'd you get that idea?" she asked sourly. "They're all on the same intelligence level...namely, zero." Kuroyuri beamed.
"Yes, but Mistress upgraded Debirufaia...she said that Ahshiddokiba was too easily destroyed, and that whatever destroyed it was probably still wandering around Tokyo."
"So this one is harder to destroy?" Ginnezudesu asked, sounding extremely interested. Kuroyuri seated herself next to him, and asked sweetly for a glass of water before replying.
"No, Ginne...it's just smarter; it'll dodge attacks, and the like, instead of standing there and being annihilated." The silver soul eater shrugged.
"Just so long as it works, I suppose we're fine," he replied. "Oh, and we need to keep an eye on the human Gya put the Shard in." Kuroyuri cocked her head to the side, and looked across Ginnezudesu at the pale haired soul eater staring rather stonily at the bar.
"Why's that, Gya? What do we need to do?"
"Just make sure that the human gets enough persuasion, you know...we need to make it miserable." Ginnezudesu answered smoothly. Kuroyuri grinned.
"Oh, that'll be fun! But...will Mistress permit it?" Being the youngest of the Elite, Kuroyuri was still concerned about clearing everything with Mistress.
"Of course she will," he replied, gently patting her on the head.
The Elite had to stick together. They were the only ones of their kind.