Description: Thoughts before Masafumi consumes his formula.
tellurian \te-LOOR-ee-uhn\, adjective:
1. Of or characteristic of the earth or its inhabitants.
noun:
1. An inhabitant of the earth.
Hell understood the bluish test tubes in front of them held a formula that would transform her, the rest of Schreient, and Masafumi into something uncanny. It would sever their tellurian ties and set them in a superior state from the rest of humanity. There was a part of her, gloating, knowing she could then force out those freaks of nature, Schwarz, and help Masafumi take over Takatori's empire.
Something within her recoiled from the idea of the change, thinking of Schwarz's unearthly nature. There was a fear before embracing a similar state of paranormal. The failsafe to restore their humanity wasn't perfected. It wasn't safe to reject her humanity, yet, and she knew it. Trying to persuade the others to go cautiously was difficult, and indeed, she'd fought with Masafumi just last week.
Masafumi was so passionate. He wanted to rule humanity and create something new that had never walked the earth before. Her sisters all had their different reasons for walking this path. Schön wanted eternal beauty, Tot wanted to stop hurting from the nightmares of her youth, and Neu wanted to step out of her half life and serve Masafumi fully without the threat of memories severing her ties with Schreient. As for Hell, it was simple, she loved Masafumi and desired to see his dreams become a reality.
A crash drew her attention from the test tubes. Weiss had shown up. Time to do away with them, once and for all.
"So who's going to win this outcome?" Schuldig asked. He and the rest of Schwarz were watching from a safe distance in the woods. Weiss had just infiltrated Masafumi's mansion, but Crawford hadn't given Schwarz permission to help the women.
Crawford's glasses gleamed in the night, reflecting fire, as he turned to Schuldig. "There is only room for one set of Talents in this world. They'd be artificial monsters. It's for the best they perish this way."
Schuldig couldn't help but look over at Nagi. The Japanese telekinetic didn't move a muscle, but his face was lowered. The shade of night covered Nagi's face that expressed disappointment at losing Tot; his mental discontentment wasn't hidden from Schuldig, however. Farfarello growled and slammed his fist against a tree.
"Just a taste?" Farfarello asked Crawford. The clairvoyant shook his head.
"We let Weiss finish off those artificially created abominations. Then we'll have a taste of Weiss. They'll see what nature creates is far superior and unstoppable."
(This is the last of WingedPanther73's gift this year. I'm sure I'll write him something for Christmas. Love you, Honey Bunny!)