Yuya Mirokuji)

He took a deep breath and took in the cool night air, somehow the thing seemed empty like if the flavor of the air was missing something, all of the ingredients were there, but something was missing.

There was magic in the air, a stale version of it, but it didn't change the fact that it was there. Something had forced them from the world of the Gods to where ever this was.

Probably another world created by one of the other gods.

His creator, the girls referred to the men as their fathers and mothers if it was a woman that created them. The man was a pain, to think that he was the one responsible. No better not think about it, things were confusing enough as they were.

Then he noticed a small speck of purple headed their way, it just so happened that the speck was a tacked to a one-piece dress and delicious body.

Relax play it cool, don't want to scare her off.

"Don't." The old man too him.

He turned to look at him but the old man only said l. "I'll explain later."

Then he felt it, the tingling in the air. It was like seeing mold grow in a few minutes, the stench rapidly covered everything until it felt like if worms were all over and inside his body. Then like a light that tore thru the madness the old a was holding his shoulder.

He had brought him back.

"Keep walking." Was all the old man said.

"That girl, something." He began before the old man just squee his shoulder, signaling him to not look back, not for now at least.

"We have to find the others or were not going to survive." The Oldman said as he finally let go of his shoulder and as luck would have it, Sota and Meteora were just around the corner.

(Speech change Aliceteria)

Her creator walked in front of her, she couldn't stand having the man walking beside her. She died, she didn't know how but she was brought back to life, perhaps it was the man using his power of a God, perhaps it was something else.

She saw him screaming in agony as he shall her die, she saw her entire life.

Her infancy and every battle, she saw the people die and the people she lost all of the pain in the world. She hated her God for creating her world.

Tears began to fall from her face again and she found herself stretching to reach her God, her creator, her father.

She saw him standing at her side when she was born and picking her up whenever she fell as an infant, she now understood that every time she lived or overcame anything he was there lending her a hand. The warm feeling she felt whenever she went thru the hardships of war, was him hugging her.

His influence stretching from the realm of the Gods, into her world.

Finally, she saw every soul shielded from the cruelty of her world by him.

Why hadn't he said anything? Didn't he know she needed him? She hated him! She hated him! She hated him! And yet her voice let out a simple whisper. "Papa don't go"

She looked at his back, something she was all too familiar with, a distant God that never shows his face and yet her hand had a mind of its own and was reaching out yo him, but he never turned, he just kept walking.

Didn't he realize that she was real, didn't he know that they could now spend some time together. Was he not her creator? Was he not her God?

She stopped walking and remembered her hatred and how she treated him, the other creations had met their Gods and went as far as to attack them just like her, only Blits and the Madwoman had tried or managed to kill their creators, the rest they were like father and daughter, father and son.

She just had to say it clearly before this miracle ran out. "Creator lets start over." "Papa I'm sorry." That's all she had to say and yet he was so far away.

She stopped walking and realized she couldn't see anymore, she had fought demons, killed her worlds Gods or what was closes to them, destroyed armies and faced legends.

Yet she was nothing more than a crying child now, again the feeling was there the warm feeling adne she looked up and realized she was on her knees crying, but this time he was there holding her.

"Let's start over." He said.

"So cruel!" She screamed. "Why are you so cruel!" She cried. "I'm sorry!" She whispered.

She felt something warm fall on her hands and saw blood, her eyes widened as she saw a red spear striking out of her creators back and piercing his heart.

The Spear pulled itself away and she would have chased it and killed its master, but she could feel her creator breathing, there was time she could still save him