Wow, this chapter was my longest yet. It took me a while to write too.
Inri: "And about those questions that you readers might have, well," slyly "some will be answered..."
Pit: "Yeah, like the one about weather gaar is really a traitor-" Inri slaps a hand over Pit's mouth.
Inri: "Shut up, no giving away plot!" Randomly pulls out a full wheel of Cheese. "Here, go fetch." Inri rolls the Cheese wheel down a very, very long hill that over looks a deep, deep canyon.
Pit: "Oh yeah baby, Cheese heaven, here I come." Chases after Cheese wheel with a fork and knife.
Inri: Snorts. "Heh, idiot. Sierra was right... cheese always works. Wait till he finds the explosives hidden inside, if he can catch it."
You know those answers that the readers want.
Inri: Chuckles. "Yeah. Heh heh..."
I saved them for the next chapter, and I gave them to Pit. He wanted to prove he could do something right.
Inri: Blanches and then takes off after Pit. "Brother, you better hope the cheese doesn't explode on that plot or I'm gonna kill you!"
(Tobiasa, I hope you don't mind me borrowing Sierra.)
On with the story!
"I do not own Tales of Symphonia!" – I.K.A. Valian
Gaar was engulfed in darkness, the demonic Colette having just disappeared. The laughter though didn't leave, it echoed around the darkness like a hunting voice that was just beyond perception. Gaar shook as he sat in the darkness and hugged his knees to his chest. Gradually, Gaar's body shook more and more forcefully he thought his head would snap off. Then he heard a voice in the distance. It wasn't the demonic laughter from before, but was soft, like a mixture of a humming birds wings and a calm breeze. Then the voice got louder and louder, came closer and closer, and eventually it completely surrounded Gaar. He clamped his hands over his ears and shut his eyes until the noise was so great that Gaar screamed.
"Ahhhh!" Gaar lunged forward. His fist connected solidly with the red clad Foot Soldier's face, producing a small thud, and sent the Renegade flying across the room. The man slammed into the side of the large purple cube in the center of the room. The cube sparked several times and then smoke started leaking out of the corners and cracks. A buzzing sound came from inside of the machine, right behind the large dent in the shape of a Foot Soldier. After that all sound and activity within the cube stopped, the hydraulic motors within the cube whining to a stand still.
Gaar was breathing heavily, his chest heaved with each titanic lungful of air he took in. Gaar made quick glances about the room, searching feverishly for something menacing in the slightest regard. When Gaar saw the Renegade fall from the indented hole in the cube, realization dawned on his face and he stood up. As he brushed himself off, he slowly walked over to stand next to the face down Renegade.
Gaar looked at the human shaped indentation in the cube and then shifted his gaze down to the mumbling Renegade on the floor. "Heh heh, oops…" Gaar scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
The Foot Soldier tried pushing himself up, but only managed to raise his head a few inches off of the ground. He grunted and then mumbled, "Sor… … Sorry I couldn't help you find what you were looking for… ugh… thank you for shopping here, Mr. Elephant… Please, don't mind that crazy Otter outside… ugh…" Then the Foot Soldier slumped laid flat on the ground, out cold. Gaar shook his head, a grin playing at the edges of his mouth.
Gaar's face then turned more serious. "I have to find a way to get to the others. Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it. And I want that stone back, I think Botta has it." Gaar walked around the large purple cube, his head swerved left and right, examining the room, but nothing jumped out at him and so he stopped in the same spot he started in. "Great, now I'm stuck here. I wonder where the final seal is…"
The purple cube made a large snapping noise before it started humming back to life. In a lifeless, monotone voice the cube said, "Final Seal located in Snap Hiss Se-se-Seal LOcaTed in Bzzzrrzzz Location: Tower of Salvation. Brzzz Snap"
"All Right!" Gaar threw his fist into the air, but then it slowly drifted back down. "But then how do I get there. Plus it's so far away, that by time I get there, whatever it is that is going to happen will have already taken place… Dammit." Gaar crossed his arms over his bare chest and shivered. "You'd think they'd give their patients some shirts as well as pants, but noooo…" Gaar glanced down at the knocked out Renegade. "I guess he won't miss his shirt, will he." After pilfering the unconscious Foot Soldier's shirt, Gaar started pacing back and forth and failed to notice the large cube spinning slowly.
"Tele-Buzz SNAP SNAP SNAP -ation –tion –tion Chamber –ber –ber O-o-open. Destination –tion de-de-destination: Tower of Salvation Seal Ro- ro- room. Brzzz-SNAP" Gaar's head snapped up and stared at the cube, but turned to the door at the far end of the room when it slid open with a pressurized hiss.
"Okay, I'm coming guys." Gaar ran toward the door. As he passed the cube it emitted a small explosion and caught on fire. Gaar grimaced and then continued through the door. "I'll have to apologize for that later." Gaar ran down the corridor and stopped in front of another pressurized door. "Okay, this must be it." Gaar walked to the computer interface next to the door and pushed a few of the buttons. On the small screen just above the key pad, the words, Teleportation Chamber Access code denied. Gaar crossed his arms and frowned at the interface. "I'm definitely in the right place, but how do I get in. I wish Professor Raine was here." Gaar was about to kick the door when he looked to his right, confused.
The wall was covered in a paneling that had small round holes everywhere. Gaar walked to the wall and held his hand just above the surface of the paneling.
"There is air coming through the wall… That must mean that there is some kind of vent on the other side. I wonder if can get into the chamber that way." Gaar looked closer at the wall paneling and started feeling it with his hands. "There has to be a way to get the thing off. They've got to have a way to fix this place if it ever breaks." Gaar's finger caught inside one of the holes and instead of stopping halfway through, as in all the rest, his finger went all the way through. "Ah ha! Found it!"
"-ink he went this way." Gaar turned around and saw five Renegades just entering the hallway.
"Uh-oh." Gaar turned back to what he was doing and, gripping the panel tightly, he pulled hard. The three foot by three foot panel groaned and then finally slipped free. Gaar had been putting so much effort into it, that when the panel broke free from the wall, it flew from his fingers and into the wall behind him.
"Hey! There he is! He's breaking into the ventilation system. Get him!" The Renegades bolted toward Gaar. Gaar looked down the hall at the rapidly approaching Foot Soldiers and then without a second to look twice, jump into dark recesses of the vent in front of him. When the five Foot Soldiers all attempted to copy Gaar, all at the same time, they got stuck. "Augh… Awe, dammit! We're stuck!" Five sets of feet were rapidly flying about in a vain attempt to free their captive bodies.
Gaar smirked in the darkness and started to crawl away. He crawled, on his hands and knees for a few minutes until he ran head first into a wall. "Oww…" Gaar rubbed his head and felt around him. "I wish I could see… oh I know! I'll do the fire ball trick." Gaar held his hand in front of his chest and three palm-sized orange balls formed, cradled in his hand. The fire that swirled around the insides of the spheres illuminated the air duct enough for Gaar to see that he hadn't run into a dead end, but rather a corner. So Gaar continued down the left until he saw light coming from ahead. Canceling the fireballs, Gaar slowly approached the vent until he was able to see a person facing away on the other side.
"Twenty minutes, Lord Botta," said the person on the other side of the vent.
"Okay," Gaar heard Botta say, "every one of you knows what to do. You are to apprehend the chosen if and only if she has already finished the regeneration process and completely become an angel. Otherwise she is to be terminated. Is that clear." Gaar leaned against the vent and squinted his eyes as he looked through into the white room on the other side. The man standing next to the vent was manning the controls to the teleportation device. Botta and several Foot Soldiers stood in the center of a large round platform.
"Sir, there appears to be a commotion outside the chamber entrance." A screen somewhere out of Gaar's limited range of vision came to life. "It… it looks like all five of them tried to crawl into the vent at the same time, sir." And then Gaar heard the technician behind the controls mutter, "What a bunch of morons," under his breath.
Botta sighed. "You three, go help them out of that mess, there is still time before the superconductor coils are warmed up. Would the other two of you just stand guard and make sure no one enters this chamber."
"Yes Sir!" replied the Foot Soldiers in unison. Gaar watched the Renegades leave the round platform and run to the door.
"Sir?" Botta looked at the technician as he continued. "The coils are already warmed up."
"I realize that, but those men were chosen for this mission specifically for their overzealousness. They wouldn't help those idiots if it wasn't mission critical." Gaar looked around the vent from his side. He saw that it was starting to dislodge under his weight. Gaar carefully leaned back attempting to alleviate the weight on the vent, but the further he leaned, the more it fell through. Botta sighed again and said, "Do you have the return coordinates set."
"Uh… Yes, I do, but would you mind looking over them. I had to improvise them and I'd like a second opinion." Gaar was attempting to balance himself on the wavering vent as it slipped more and more away from the opening. Botta walked around to stand next to the technician and looked at the control setup on the console.
"It looks fine to me, don't worry so much…" Botta slowly raised his head and then cocked it to the side. "Do you hear something?"
At that moment, the vent groaned and fell forward, Gaar attached to the back of it. The vent fell on top of Botta and the technician and sent them flying forward. The technician's head slammed into the keyboard and several key's went shooting off. The speakers in the room suddenly blared, "Teleportation field activated! Teleportation will take place in twenty seconds."
Gaar stood up and dusted himself off.
"19!"
Gaar looked around and saw Botta and the technician leaning against the consol in front of him, out cold.
"18!"
Making his way carefully over to Botta, Gaar reached into his pocket and felt around. He pulled out the now glowing red stone. "I'll be taking that back."
"17!"
Gaar moved to the stair way and down the steps.
"16!"
He moved around the outer walkway until he stood at the end of the small bridge between the round plat form Botta and his men were standing on and the door to the outside.
"15!"
"14!"
The door opened with a clink and then a hiss. Gaar turned around as the combined groups of Foot Soldiers poured into the room.
"13!"
"Halt! Don't move, or you're brain will paint the wall." The Renegades closest to Gaar pointed their arm length weapons at Gaar's head.
"12!"
Two of the Foot Soldiers attempted to get closer to Gaar, but he held up his hand and conjured a fire ball. The Foot Soldiers stopped dead in their tracks.
"11!"
The two sides stared each other down. Sweat poured down Gaar's head as he looked from one Renegade to another, eying each one.
"10!"
"Give up kid. We ain't gonna back down, the only one who is going to lose here, is you!" The Foot Soldiers with the weapons pointed at Gaar's head inched closer. Gaar swung his arm from Foot Soldier to Foot Soldier, slowly backing up onto the round platform.
"9!"
"8!"
"7!"
"6!"
"5 seconds until teleportation activation!"
Gaar shook his head violently and sent beads of sweat flying off. "I have to help my friends. I won't let any of you stop me, got it!" The stone in Gaar's hand glowed even brighter.
"4 seconds!"
"Kid, we don't give a rat's ass about your friends, and there ain't nothing you can do to stop us." The weapon wielding Renegades spread out to surround the circular plat form, taking positions on the outer walkway. The Foot Soldier who had done all the talking thus far, as well as the two who had attempted to grab Gaar had moved onto the bridge. Gaar meanwhile had made it onto the platform.
"3 seconds! Targeting Systems activated! Destination: Seal Chamber, Tower of Salvation."
A groan came from the control panel and Botta slowly pushed himself up. His eyes went wide when he saw Gaar surrounded by his men. Then he looked down and his mouth fell open.
"You fools, get him out of there, now! He's about to be sent to the-
"2 seconds! Sealing Teleportation Field Platform!" The lead Renegade on the bridge suddenly bumped into the force field around the platform and fell backwards into the two men behind him. Gaar looked up at Botta.
"1 second! Activating Teleportation Systems."
"Sorry, but this is something I have to do. Oh yeah, I'm the one who broke the purple cu-" Gaar stopped mid sentence. At first nothing happened, but then his hair started to fly of in microscopic pieces, followed by his head, body and on down to his feet, until there was nothing left of Gaar in the room.
"Teleportation Complete! Have a nice day!"
"Damn!" Botta slammed his fist into the powering-down console and created a depression in the shape of his hand.
The stars swirled about Gaar as he reappeared. He looked down at his hands and watched them appeared seemingly out of thin air. When Gaar was fully flesh and blood once more, he looked up and saw a large room with two sets of stair on either side of him leading up to a higher platform. Gaar looked around and then up.
"Huh… no one's here. I wonder if they teleported me to the wrong place…" Gaar walked over to the side of the room and knocked a fist against one of the columns on the side of the room. "I'm here now, so I guess I should find a way out and make my way to this the Tower of Salvation. It shouldn't be too hard to find… I think." Gaar turned and walked toward the bridge connecting the circular room to a warp pad. Just as he was about to step onto the pad, it came to life. It whirred louder and louder until a person appeared on the pad. Gaar slowly backed away until he saw who it was.
"Colette!" At first Colette looked at Gaar as if she didn't know what to say. When she got a good look at Gaar though, the blood drained from her face, her eyes grew wide, and she started to edge backwards. She started to shake the longer she gaped at Gaar. "Colette, it's me Gaar. Thank goodness I found you." Colette continued to back away. She held her hands in front of her as she shook her head, terror exquisitely etched across her features. Gaar looked at the Colette apprehensively. "Colette?" Colette backed into the near transparent wall and plastered herself to it. "Colette, what's wrong? Colette answer me!"
"The Chosen no longer has the ability to do so."
Gaar spun around and saw Kratos, his sword held in his right hand, a dark look in his eyes. Kratos walked toward the two slowly.
"Kratos, what's wrong with Colette? Why can't she-SHING" Kratos had his blade at Gaar's throat faster than he could follow the blade. Its edge bit into the soft skin of Gaar's neck as he stared at Kratos, bewildered and confused. "Kratos?"
"Hold your tongue, vile creature," Kratos spat. He turned to Colette and asked, "Are you alright Chosen, did he harm you in anyway?" Colette shook her head and scampered past the both of them into the circular room, up the stairs, and onto the raised platform. There she stood and watched. Kratos watched the girl run by and then slowly turned, eerily calm, toward Gaar. Though it wasn't evident on his outer features, Gaar could see the fires of hatred behind Kratos' pupils. "I assumed you would seek us out, to finish your vile deed."
"Kratos, I-"
"I said be silent!" Kratos pulled back his sword and swung. Gaar rolled underneath Kratos and ran toward the circular room. Suddenly Kratos appeared in front of him and slashed downward. Gaar threw himself to the right, barely escaping the sword bite of death.
"Oof!" Gaar grunted. Kratos removed his sword from the cut new cut in the floor and turned to Gaar. "Kratos, why… what are you doing?"
"Feh." Kratos swung down again, just barely missing Gaar as he rolled away. "I thought that would have been obvious by now. I'm trying to kill you. My reasons for doing so are also blatantly obvious." Kratos jumped and nearly landed on top of Gaar's head, blade first, but Gaar rolled out of the way again. This time Gaar got to his feet and glared at Kratos.
"But what did I do?" Kratos lunged forward, the tip of his blade piercing Gaar's arm as he jumped and then tripped to the right and slid across the room. Grabbing his now bleeding arm, Gaar stood up and looked at Kratos through his disheveled hair. "Dammit, tell me what I did to deserve this. What is this vile deed you're talking about?"
"Do not insult me, boy. You know exactly what you did." Kratos sheathed his sword and started chanting. Light green Mana started to swirl about his body pulling the air into until he was encased in a ball of living air. Then he shouted, "Wind Blade!" The ball of Mana infused air dissipated and then rematerialized around Gaar.
"Aaahh!" shouted Gaar as tens of razor sharp blades of wind cut him all over his body. Once it the spell had run its course, Gaar fell to the floor in a heap. "Kratos," Gaar gasped through clenched teeth, "I honestly do not know what it is I did. Maybe if Genis were here, he could tell you…"
"Hmph." Kratos walked calmly over to the downed boy. "He was the one who told us of your treachery." Gaar squinted up at Kratos.
"Treachery!" he squeaked. Kratos continued to walk slowly, the ring of his sword leaving its scabbard. "I-I would never betray you guys. How… Why… How?"
"I will not be fooled by one such as you. Now prepare to… Chosen, please move!" Colette stood between Gaar and Kratos, arms outstretched. The girl shook her head.
Kratos sighed and sheathed his sword. "I suppose you believe him then." Colette nodded and then held out her left hand. Kratos sighed again and placed his hand in hers. She looked down at Kratos' outstretched hand and then brought her right hand around and started to draw letters onto his palm.
Kratos remained silent until the blond dropped his hand and smiled up at him. Kratos stared long and hard at Colette's innocent pleading gaze and then shook his head in defeat. "I give you my word. Now, it is time for the ritual, please take your place." Colette nodded and went back up the stairs.
Kratos turned to Gaar and started chanting, a green glow surrounding his body. As Kratos said, "First Aid," the healing Mana impacted Gaar and healed most of the bleeding wounds, but not much else. Kratos leaned down and grabbed Gaar by his shirt collar, picked him up, and set him on his feet. "I will respect the Chosen's wish for you to live."
Kratos turned and walked up the stairs. Gaar looked around the room and then quickly followed Kratos. "I don't know why I'm following you, but I am."
Kratos walked to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. "Hmph."
Gaar leaned against the wall as well, though he put a good amount of space between himself and the mercenary.
Colette clasped her hands and closed her eyes. The warp pad on the other side of the bridge started to hum. Then, one after another, Lloyd and the rest of the group materialized. Genis and a small girl materialized last. Gaar narrowed his eyes when he saw the girl.
"That girl… she looks familiar…" Kratos raised an eyebrow. "Esileif… I remember! Her name is Esileif!"
"You know that girl?" Kratos asked Gaar, who stood tapping his foot with his arms crossed.
"I… don't know for sure, but I swear I've met her somewhere before… gah, if only I could remember more." Gaar looked at the girl again. "Hey, how did she end up with my bow…"
"It doesn't matter now," Kratos admonished. "Just be silent during the ritual or I'll disregard the Chosen's wishes… momentarily." Gaar swallowed audibly.
Lloyd, Genis, Sheena, Raine and Esileif stopped just at the end of the bridge and looked toward Colette.
"Colette!" shouted Lloyd. A ball of light appeared from higher up in the tower and descended to just above Colette. The ball flashed brightly once, and then the angel Remiel hovered in its place.
"Now, my daughter," said Remiel. "Release the final seal! In doing so, you will complete the final sacrifice of your human existence, your heart and your memory."
"What!" shouted Sheena.
"Sacrifice her heart and memory!" Lloyd repeated slowly
"No Colette!" Gaar whispered under his breath, but at a glance from Kratos, he fell silent again.
"By doing so of your own free will," continued Remiel, "you will become a true angel!"
"Colette's going to give up her life to seal the Desians away," Genis mused quietly, "interesting…"
"Colette's human life will now end," Raine said in an emotionally dry, soft voice.
Lloyd turned to Raine and asked, "Professor Sage, what do you mean? What is he talking about?"
"Lloyd, I'm sorry. I promised Colette I wouldn't say anything. Colette is will give up her life in order to regenerate the world. Becoming an angel means dying."
"That's not quite correct," Remiel explained. "The Chosen's heart will die, and her body will be offered to the Goddess Martel." Esileif gripped Genis' hand tighter. Genis was straining to keep a straight face. "By offering her body," continued Remiel, "Colette will revive the Goddess. This is the true nature of the world regeneration! The revival of the Goddess Martel…" Remiel paused, "is the revival of the world itself!"
"That's…" Lloyd floundered. "That's…"
"Lord Remiel," Raine interrupted, "we have heard that two worlds are connected to Sylvarant. The one called Tethe'alla lies parallel to Sylvarant. The one called Ear-"
"That is not for you to know," Remiel interrupted. "From whom did you learn of it?"
"You kept it a secret because it is true, correct?" Raine's tone made clear that she wasn't asking.
"Can't Cruxis make all worlds peaceful?" Sheena asked.
"If that is what the Chosen desires," answered Remiel slyly, "she can lend her power to Cruxis by becoming an angel. Once the Goddess Martel is revived by the Chosen, then all worlds will surely achieve peace, just as the Chosen wishes." Colette gasped and tried to speak, but nothing came out. "Is that true, you ask? You know the reason you journeyed here." Colette attempted to say something again, but remained mute.
"You can't," Sheena cried, "are you really preparing to die!"
Lloyd edged forward and with arms outstretched shouted, "Colette, stop!" Colette turned around and looked at Lloyd. "If you sacrifice yourself, your friends who love you… and your family… and… and me, we'll all be sad. It will be the same as sacrificing all of us!" Colette gasped and took a step toward Lloyd, but then held her place, unsure of what to do next. Lloyd tried to move forward, but Genis grabbed his twin ribbons. "Ack… Genis! Let me go!"
"No Lloyd. I don't want anything to happen to Colette either, but she must seal the Desians away or the people of Sylvarant will continue to suffer."
"But…" Lloyd looked back and forth between Genis and Colette.
"The sacrifice of one single person, the Chosen, will save the world. Are you saying that you would choose the Chosen's soul over the entire world?" Remiel asked enticingly. Lloyd's ribbons slackened as he stopped pulling. He looked down and frowned. "Now, Colette," continued Remiel. "Come join your father."
Colette nods sadly, smiles and waves one last time at Lloyd, and then turns around. She walks forward into a glowing rune circle.
"Genis," Lloyd said, "let go."
"No Llo-" Lloyd spun around and drew his sword, cutting his ribbons. Genis fell backwards as Lloyd sprinted forward.
"Wait!" shouted Lloyd. "Remiel! Is there really no other way? Colette's your daughter. Surely you don't want her to die, either!"
"My daughter?" Remiel looked down on Lloyd, annoyed. "Don't make me laugh," he spat. "When I came down to play the role of guardian angel, you inferior beings just started calling me her father on your own."
Lloyd stared at Remiel, dumbstruck. "Wh… what?"
"I merely placed the Cruxis Crystal upon this sacrifice, who was selected to become Martel's vessel."
Lloyd clenched his fists and leaped onto the upper level of the room. He moved quickly into the glowing rune circle, grabbed Colette's hands, and worriedly shouted, "Colette!" Colette stared at Lloyd for a few moments and then Lloyd said, "Colette! If you realized what was going on, then why?" Again the two stared at each other as Colette said something apparently only Lloyd was capable of hearing.
Whatever Colette was saying though was upsetting Lloyd. His frown grew larger and his eyes watered, until tears began to fall to the ground. "Colette," Lloyd sniffed, "I'm sorry! I couldn't save you," Lloyd sniffed again, "I'm so sorry! I promised I wouldn't make another mistake, but it looks like I have again…" Lloyd looked down and stared at the floor in his anguish.
Colette reached out and raised his head to look directly into his eyes. Lloyd's face quickly went from upset to panicked. "Colette!" he shouted. Lloyd held onto Colette's hand as she floated higher and higher into the air. Once she was floating at the same level as Remiel, her luminescent wings sprouted from her back in a shower of sparkling colors. When she opened her eyes after that, they were no longer blue, but a vacant and deep red crimson.
"Hahahahaha!" laughed Remiel maliciously. "I've done it!" he crowed jubilantly. "It's finally complete! Martel's vessel is finally complete!" He laughed again, a long and low laugh of vindicated fulfillment. "With this, I shall become one of the Four Seraphim! Hahahahaha!"
"Wait just a minute!" Sheena shouted. "What are you going to do with Colette?"
Raine sighed sadly and explained, "He is going to take her to heaven." She turned to Genis and growled. Genis was finding it harder and harder to control his mirth.
"You bastard!" Lloyd shouted at Remiel. "You'll pay for this! Cruxis, then angels, the Goddess Martel… it's all a big lie isn't it?"
"Haaaahahahahahahaaa!" All eyes turned to Genis, who was rolling on the floor, holding his gut as he laughed loudly and fiercely.
"Ge-genis? Genis what's wrong with you!" Lloyd shouted at the rolling elf.
"Haaa…" Genis wiped tears from his eyes and struggled to sit up. "I… haha… I could barely stop from… haaaa… myself, it's just so stupid how he pretends to be all high and mighty, when he's really just some average Joe. Hehehe, and the funniest part is we all fell for it. Haaaaa!"
Lloyd still stared at Genis confused. "Genis… what do you-"
"Why… you… insolent inferior being!" exploded Remiel. "I have no further need for you, Be Gone!" Remiel dashed toward Lloyd.
Gaar spun toward Kratos and shouted, "How can you just let him kill everyone? They'll die if we don't do… something… Kratos? Kratos, what's wrong?" Kratos' mouth had fallen ever so slightly, his face slowly drained of color before Gaar's eyes. Gaar felt a chill run up his spine. He turned slowly. As the rest of the room came into his range of vision, the first thing that caught his eye was the deep black arrow lodged in Remiel's chest. Waves of darkness emanated from the thick, pitch black arrow like heat from a sand dune in the middle of the Triet desert. Gaar followed the path of the arrow and his eyes came to rest on Esileif. She was grinning as if she had just blown out the candles on her birthday cake. Her innocent toothy grin stood in stark contrast to the bloodshot, red, vertical slit eyes directly above it.
"Ahh!" said the girl in a deep, base voice. A voice that once heard, caused ones inner-self to tear itself apart in terror induced insanity. "Nothin like shooting angels in the morning!" The girl turned to Gaar and pulled another arrow into place on his bow. Darkness exploded onto the wooden shaft and turned the once innocent piece of wood into a swirling mass of grotesque darkness. "Now it's your turn," the possessed Esileif nodded at Gaar, "Steward!"
So... what a twist huh.. Instead of some big fight between Remiel, he is taken out by some possessed little girl... that is almost as bad as a when Genis calles the Desian Evil Mages "Amateurs" in the game. And the girl is supposed to be around seven years old, so it is even more ironic. Inri is still off chasing down Pit and his errant peice of cheese. I do hope he keeps the plot intact...
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