A/N: Final story of the series. Just a warning, but Accelerator won't be appearing for a few chapters. Not until the war ends, at least, and that won't last long. A twelve day war... hah. Don't worry, though. After the war, the... fun starts.

Celeste stopped short, raising her eyebrow at the blonde boy standing in front of her, blocking her path. She had seen him before, but never felt like finding out his name. Now where… Ah. GROUP. She had seen him with Accelerator during one of his GROUP missions.

"Celeste Crowley?" The boy asked, but it sounded less like a question than a statement. And his tone was hostile, dripping poison.

"What does GROUP want with me?" Celeste backed away one step, knees bent, ready to run.

"Nothing. It's… personal," the boy said lightly.

She narrowed her eyes. He had a smile on his face and his tone seemed friendly now, but she couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses. And she would bet that he was glaring at her, his easy demeanour not at all reflected in his eyes.

"Isn't it always?" Celeste asked pleasantly.

He remained silent, and his smile tightened as his eyes travelled over her features, studying her. It was obvious what she was doing. The question was… why? If she actually knew what the name Crowley meant… Or was she simply…

"You're running away," the blonde said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Celeste cocked her head. "Not quite. But close enough."

"Hm," his smile disappeared. "What's your name?"

"Celeste Crowley."

"Your real name," he growled.

"It's polite to introduce yourself first," she pointed out mildly.

Celeste's eyes flicked to the side, searching, calculating the best chances of escape. She didn't want to deal with an esper, especially not a GROUP member. The organizations in the dark side of Academy City tended to be harrowing to deal with, and none of them were so weak that she could simply flick them off.

"Tsuchimikado Motoharu. I would say it's nice to meet you, but it isn't. Not when you've caused so much trouble," he said.

Contrary to his expectations, she relaxed, hands going into her pockets. She gave a small sigh and began walking, exasperated and relieved at the same time. Tsuchimikado stood motionless, simply watching her pass with his eyes. And the moment she stepped past him, his leg swung out, aiming to connect with the back of her head…

She disappeared. His eyes widened briefly and he looked around, only to feel cold metal at his throat.

"Tsuchimikado Motoharu. You really shouldn't do something like that. It's rude, and haven't you heard that it's impolite to hit a lady?" She murmured in his ear.

"Ladies don't carry knives around," he retorted stiffly. "And I have no qualms about attacking someone who poses a threat."

"Threat… I pose no threat to you," she said.

"Crowley," Tsuchimikado growled. "Did you take that name knowing what it meant?"

"Yes. Of course," she said, starting to understand where he was going with this. "But I have every right to use the name."

"Hah! Why? It sounded cool? It seemed powerful?" Tsuchimikado mocked, his body tense against hers. "You didn't think there would be repercussions?"

She pressed the sharp edge of the knife against his throat, indenting the pale skin, but not quite drawing blood. Not yet, at least. Celeste didn't like what the boy was insinuating, but she could understand where he was coming from.

"Aleister Crowley," she said softly, causing the boy to stiffen further. "I know perfectly well what the name means. And I know you are a magician who is no longer able to use magic, and a magician who cannot use ESP. I am a both a magician and a level five reality warping esper. What can you do against me?"

Tsuchimikado frowned, hesitating. "So you're the real deal. You're a real Crowley."

She released him as an answer. He took a few steps back to study her. She did look like Aleister, or at least like the man in the tube. Exactly like a female version of him, a few years younger. He sighed. He thought Aleister Crowley had no descendants. Either they were well hidden from the world, or she was his clone.

"I am no clone," she said lightly, as if reading his mind. He jolted, surprised that she knew what he was thinking. "And if he hadn't told me you already know about his existence, I would have killed you the moment you indicated you knew what 'Crowley' means."

Tsuchimikado nodded, relaxing slightly now that she didn't seem to want to threaten him anymore.

"And other than myself and Aleister, there are no more Crowley's left in existence. I killed them all," she said, as if talking about the weather.

Tsuchimikado raised an eyebrow, but nodded again.

Celeste studied him. He was going to kill her if she had been a fake. But now that he knew she was real, what was he going to do? Leave her alone? Unlikely. After all, real or fake, she had exposed a living Crowley name to the world. It meant Academy City would be attacked. Aleister Crowley would be in danger.

But that shouldn't mean much to the boy. He was a member of GROUP, an organization who was planning to rebel against Academy City. And he was a magician, a group of people who despised Aleister Crowley. It meant much more to her, for Aleister was her 'brother', and Academy City was the place Accelerator resided.

"So what are you planning?" Tsuchimikado asked.

"Nothing. I am only acting on Aleister's orders."

"A pawn," Tsuchimikado said flatly.

Celeste smiled, showing a little too many teeth. "Did you know? Aleister's chessboard is a little unorthodox. He has two kings and two queens, in the sense that queens are still his pieces but they move on their own as well. Kings follow his orders completely, with restricted freedom."

Tsuchimikado furrowed his brows, remaining silent for a moment. "Accelerator and Touma are the queens."

"And Kakine and I are the kings," she finished, nodding. He wasn't an idiot. Good.

"What are your orders?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"I'm going to watch you."

"Even more of a reason to remain silent."

"And if I offer to help?"

Celeste laughed. "You? Help me? How."

Tsuchimikado shrugged, grinning, baring his incisors. "I have information."

He let her interpret that however she wanted. She cocked her head at him. Aleister had said she could look to Tsuchimikado for help, but he also said the boy was 'difficult'. She understood what he meant now. Tsuchimikado was trustworthy, but at the same time he wasn't.

"What is your magic name?" She inquired.

The blonde cocked his head in an action mirroring hers, a brow shooting into his fringe. "You have a habit of changing the topic."

"Just seeing if you're trustworthy, of course. A magic name tells you a lot about a person."

"True," he nodded. The girl was a true magician after all. "Fallere. I won't tell you the number, since it has nothing to do with it. Yours?"

" 'Play'. Interesting. You're a trickster. A liar. Someone I shouldn't trust, shouldn't turn my back on," Celeste noted. "Yet if something is interesting, or if you truly care about something, you will play the rest of the world to protect it. Selfish, yet selfless. You're full of contradictions, and so many lies that even you may not know truth from falsehood."

Tsuchimikado shuddered at the accuracy of her interpretation. Even though all magicians knew the implications of a magic name, none really took the time to think about what another magician's name meant. Not even him.

"Well, I suppose it is fair. I will also leave out the number, as I don't intend to fight. Heredis."

Tsuchimikado couldn't help himself. He laughed. Heredis. Heir. How fitting, for the last Crowley. He smirked.

"Interesting," he said, and meant it. "I will come with you. Call me Motoharu, or shorten it if you want."

"And you can call me Celeste or Titania, or a nickname if you want," then her playful tone hardened. "Just know that if you betray me, harm Aleister or Accelerator, or do anything to get in my way, I will kill you."

His fists clenched in his pockets. The girl was deadly serious. So she did suit Accelerator after all. But the smirk on his face never faltered. No. The excitement within him only grew.