Guys, I'm back with the next chapter! Sorry for the big delay! But nevertheless I wish you much fun reading it.
The 'Author answers or says something probably important'-section:
*Otaku prince*: Sorry I didn't reply to you in the note I had written but I will do so now: Nope, KumikoxTouma will not happen. BUT: You gave me with this review an awesome and at the same time hilarious idea in that direction. And this idea will spring in action with the next arc, bringing slight sadistic glee plus an increase of Touma's misfortune by the factor 2. At least. So thanks for this inspiration!
Here ends what the author(me) is saying or telling or answering and the story continues!
'To aru majutsu no Index does not belong to me, only my OCs'
Chapter 4: The helpless light
"Shit shit shit!", Kumiko recited this mantra repeatedly, jumping up in the sky to avoid being squashed like a fly and then increased the energy from the pull to the ground to avoid being grabbed and becoming something no human would want to become. Ever.
Right now She was on the run. From what you ask? A 120 meters high giant made completely out of the solid form of water: Ice. And this large structure of moving ice tried to pulverize her to a unrecognizable pile of mush. So she did what was needed to be done to not let it change her body structure: she evaded every attack the thing tried to hit her with.
Of course at first she tried to destroy it. She really did! Her punch was a solid one in its abdomen with all the energy she could channel, managing to break a rather large part of it into crumbles. But that damn thing decided to regenerate and so the damage was away after a not so long time. A couple of seconds to be precise.
And Gunha was currently... on the head of the creature, holding his arm up in the air. How he got to this position in the heat of battle she didn't know but decided that was what Gunha could do best: Doing things which humans, including himself, can't exactly understand how he managed to do. Then he began to yell something that most humans in their age group would most likely find embarrassing.
"GODLY...", Plasma started to spin around his fist, concentrating into a tornado of blue.
"...ANNHILATION...", the plasma came together and formed a perfect blue white sphere around his hand.
"...THE SECOND!", he screamed, the last part with extra enthusiasm in it, and punched down, releasing the plasma. The right half of the giant got evaporated instantly and steam rose up, engulfing the whole area. The other half fell back into the sea. Kumiko stopped in her tracks and looked at Gunha, who sailed down towards her, with a strange look. He landed in front of her and got into a 'thumps up'-pose, showing her a smile that held the same intensity as a flash bang.
"See, Kumiko? That was an action full of guts!", Gunha exclaimed at which Kumiko did one thing and one thing only: She despaired. Why exactly did she took him with her? Her line of thought stopped as abruptly as it started when the steam went away. She tapped Gunha on the shoulder and pointed behind him. He turned around and what he saw made the smile he had threatening to split his face into half. The giant regenerated itself again and stood up slowly. After it has recovered the giant proceeded with a punch towards the two. Gunha in his gutsfulness immediately made himself ready to stop it but got dragged away by Kumiko who jumped away with his arm in her hand, eyes focused on the giant and a snarl on her face. It was Gunha's time to complain.
"Why did you stop me? That was the perfect challenge for my guts!"
"You can't stop it! I don't know what you see in it but you simply can't!", Kumiko answered, desperately trying to retain what was left of her sanity between an oversized chunk of ice trying to stomp her in the ground and Gunha in his full and shining glory.
"Everything is impossible until someone does make it possible! With guts!"
Kumiko flat-out ignored the declaration and once again increased the energy of the pull leading downwards, right in time to not get punched midair and sent flying like a baseball.
'And why can't you stop it?', sounded Lessar's voice in her head, having an accusing undertone. The older girl had fought against two saints at the same time with a smile plastered on her face but now didn't even try to stop the giant. That was something she couldn't accept nor understand!
'You're the magician! Can't you feel how much telesma got pumped into that thing and how much each attack holds? It basically vibrates from it! That's simply too much even for me! If you want to stop it, get the #1!', Kumiko thought back, seeing an opening and threw Gunha, who yelled "YAHOOO!" with glee, towards the giants face. He landed an amazing punch and blew the face away which did the same as every other part they destroyed before.
'Another thing: Did you know they got a Ymir spell ready? Even though it's still the smaller and ice based version?', Bayloupe asked, watching the show from behind.
'Of course not! If I would have known I would have made precautions to counter it!', She answered, agitated that all the weak points she had hit didn't seem to be weak points after all. To that thing it doesn't matter if you destroyed a telesma line or two; They would simply connect themselves again.
'Lessar, can you find the source of the spell? I don't think such a spell works autonomic; Someone needs to refill it continually.', Kumiko asked, frustration threatening to boil over. This whole thing just doesn't seem to end and she hated it. Why couldn't this chunk die already?
After some more dodging and tries to destroy it Lessar spoke up again. But something was wrong: She sounded to be in panic which again made the others slightly anxious.
'I-I found the source. And you won't like it.'
'Where is it?'
'It's rising up... now.'
The water seemed to become darker at a spot some distance behind the giant as if something ascended out of the sea. Then the object in question broke out of the water and began to float up, water falling down in cascades. It was huge, nearly double the size of the ice giant. Kumiko watched as it ascended higher and higher with wide eyes, internally thinking it was unfair on so many levels.
"A fortress-class? Really? A FORTRESS-CLASS? THAT'S SO NOT FUNNY!", she yelled, deciding she hated this day. So much went wrong that it was more like a bad comedy than anything else. And she was about to realize that the day would become even more shittier.
A hatch opened and a beam of light shot out, hitting the spot Kumiko landed on after a jump to dodge a giant's hand, and enveloped her. The moment she was surrounded by the light she couldn't move or see anymore. It was like she was stuck in a wall, unable to do anything but only see white, a pressure squeezing the air out of her lungs. She didn't notice how she got lifted up and flew towards the hatch, the only thing she could think of was that she was truly in trouble now.
Then her view turned black, Kumiko losing consciousness.
Gunha saw how Kumiko got shrouded by a pillar of light, only her silhouette still visible. After some seconds she was lifted off the ground and sucked towards the origin of the light. He wondered why she didn't do anything to change her situation and decided to get her out. He won't allow that Kumiko did something so gutless as getting captured! With a battle cry he jumped towards a spot of the pillar above her and punched with all his might against the pillar, but it wouldn't budge. He pounced it again and got still the same result. Kumiko floated past him slowly, looking like a puppet being dragged up by the puppeteer, all the time he could only watch helpless while he fell down as she wandered up and up, ending inside of the flying fortress. The light stopped the same time the hatch closed, cutting the view one get from her.
Around the same time Lessar pointed out new ships, though small in comparison which floated up from the darkness of the sea and landed on the coast. troops streamed out, some of them caught in a field of fire. Bayloupe had activated the circle of runes Kumiko and Gunha had placed beforehand. Flesh burnt and humans screamed, all those who dove got boiled by the strongly heated water. But after the flames died down there were new ones who filled the lines of the fallen after they cooled down the water, storming towards the local members of New Light.
Gunha felt something he didn't feel for a long time. A strong emotion, spreading through his whole core, infecting it. Someone let Kumiko look gutless, a thing that was unacceptable from his view. Sogiita Gunha, the #7 of the eight Level 5s of Academy City, was angry. And not just angry, but furious. He was going to let the ones who did that pay! Gunha landed on the ground and immediately made himself ready to jump towards the fortress again but got stopped by Bayloupe's voice in his head.
'Don't!'
'I need to stop this gutlessness!'
'No, you don't! Listen, I know how you feel, but at the moment there are more important matters to attend then saving her! She won't bulge because of something like that so concentrate on the enemies on the ground.', Bayloupe reasoned, being angry, too. But despite the emotion she kept her cool, already thinking and planning about how she will get Kumiko out of the ship and keep the ground forces occupied at the same time.
A extremely loud noise filled the air, letting the lower jaws clatter. The fortress ascended up in the sky even more and flew inland. The defenders could only watch the flying ship sail away, being occupied with the magicians and normal soldiers spreading through the city, attacking them.
Bayloupe literally glided through their lines, slicing them up with her steel glove and sending lightning at enemies out of her reach. Crackles and screams filled the air, followed by the smell of ozone and burned flesh. The electricity left only charred, motionless bodies. Soldiers who fled out of her zone of effect ran in mines or got picked up by Floris who shot fire, her movements fluid and never stopping. Though they got hit by multiple bullets or magic both didn't receive any damage because of protection spells they weaved themselves into. The spells, even though being limited in their maximal capacity should hold most of the damage for a good amount of time.
Gunha focused on his fight with the giant again. The ice monster stood in front of him, looming over Gunha and raised one giant fist for a attack. The #7 shifted into his signature ready position, glaring furiously at the giant. He needed to do this quick. A unknown energy gathered around him, discharges occurred randomly around him every now and then. Gunha pressed his feet on the ground and disappeared. Suddenly he was in front of the chest of the ice giant, his fist pierced it. Bayloupe and everyone else gaped as the whole stream of telesma inside of the Ymir got crushed at once, letting it fall apart and become water again, creating a steam cloud in the process. Every fighting stopped and any pair of eyes focused on the silhouette inside the slowly clearing cloud, walking towards them.
"Make yourself ready;", It spoke slowly and deceivingly calm, without an hint of the positive undertone this voice possessed normally. On everybody from the members of Gremlin began to roll down cold sweat, they being petrified while watching the abnormality nearing itself their position. Bayloupe and Floris decided it was too dangerous to stay and let him have this fight, making themselves on their way to hunt the ones who were already on the march towards London. Both knew they would be in his way. The cloud got scattered by a sudden burst of energy and revealed Gunha, still surrounded by a shroud of it. He clenched his right fist and the energy gathered itself around it, becoming denser and denser. Space itself seemed to be distorted where his fist was. They were about to witness on their own the true might of an angered Level 5.
"I insert some serious guts into you."
The church of England's headquarter was in a mess. Knowledge about the whole events taking place around and in Dover got channeled and sorted. Nuns ran around, bringing stack of paper filled with information back and forth. Shouts filled the air, requesting certain documents and maps from the areas the hostile forces were in. Currently the two main objectives they worked to achieve at the moment were the evacuation of the city and the mobilization of troops to defend their country.
"Was this what she wanted to warn us from?", Stiyl asked his superior as they watched the battle that unfolded in Dover through a screen. Well, more like a one-sided beat down then a battle, the black haired boy dominating the troops from GREMLIN. A punch send a boat flying and it crashed into a harbor wall, bursting at contact. The next moment a squad was send flying while another boat got cleanly cut by a energy beam before exploding.
"It appears so.", Stuart replied with a tone in her voice as if she talked about the weather, but in truth she was tense. The situation was far from good and even though the #7 did a great job at keeping a good portion of the GREMLIN at bay, it wasn't enough. More and more troops slipped past him and were already on their way towards London. The view switched to Floris and Bayloupe how they tried to stop the slipped through ones but didn't quite managed to do so. They were just too many.
"How much did the evacuation progress?"
"We managed to evacuate around 25% of the population.", Stiyl replied. For their taste too slow but at the same time it is not a small task to bring the civilians out of London and in safety. A magical barrier wouldn't work: Too easy to break for the enemy, meaning too much risk for the populace.
"Where is Kanzaki?"
"Already on her way with the Amakusa to aid the New light members. They will arrive soon."
"Good. We still need to get in contact with the queen and her knights about the situation at hand. Though I think that they have already a picture of the situation."
"If so why didn't they do anything until now? Surely they would already know of the circumstances and I'm sure there would be a quick resolution for the current happenings at hand.", Stiyl said surprised. To think the very guard of this land wasn't already occupied with fighting against the threat. It was ridiculous.
"I don't really know what is keeping them. I only know that the connection was cut off shortly before the invasion began." The meaning hang unspoken in the air: Either they didn't care or, what was far more likely, a spec ops team of the enemy somehow managed to make them unable to response. That was what many would call more than unnerving. The knights of England and their leader were by all means no pushovers.
"The only thing left for us is managing the invasion as good as we can and hope that the knights will eventually join us.", Stuart stated, watching quietly the events unfold. She could do nothing more in the moment.
Floris hasted through the forest over a small hill. Magical projectiles and bullets flew through the air, hitting her barriers and the tress and ground around her. She replied in kind and send fireballs back at the enemies she could see, trying her best to reduce the amount of attacks coming at her through ending their sources.
Suddenly something hit her in the back and exploded, sending her flying through the air and into a tree, creating a spider web of cracks on the surface. Though her barrier absorbed most of the damage, the impact only pressing the air out of her, the situation she was in became more and more desperate for her. Floris' barrier was barely holding up at this point.
She jumped up but not without sending a extra large stream of fireballs at the one who had hit her. The target, what appeared to be a magician, immediately set up a defense wall. But the stream was too strong and broke through after some seconds, leaving nothing but ashes from the human who stood in this spot.
She had no time to recover; The cracking of rifles begun to start, bullets bolting through the area she was in. They forced Floris to sprint for cover to ease the stress on her barrier, but during the sprinting a sniper rifle cracked out of nowhere, hitting her in the side. The barrier finally gave in and the impact send her to the ground. She hissed as pain erupted from the hit side, letting her vision blur slightly. No matter how much she tried to gather the strength to stand up she couldn't muster it nor could she do it for starting another attack.
'So this is how it ends...', Floris thought, seeing how a soldier stopped over her and aimed at her head. She closed her eyes, waiting for the unavoidable.
All the sudden a fast moving, thin object could be heard as it cut through the air followed by a scream of pain. She opened her eyes slowly. The first thing she saw was a pile of flesh and composite armor. Realizing what this pile previously was her eyes widened slightly. Floris slowly turned her head to the side and saw Kanzaki Kaori escorted by some Amakusas. Soon after that her vision blurred completely and she succumbed to the exhaustion.
Kanzaki looked for a short amount of time at the New light member and signaled Itsuwa to aid the hurt girl. With this done she began attacking the rest of the enemies together with the Amakusa who followed her. The group had no problems in cleaning up the rest of the invaders in this section of the forest. It was a short and bloody fight.
After their business taken care of Kanzaki went seeing how Floris was. But to think one girl at the tender age of 15 had delayed this may troops was a really impressive thing. When she arrived Itsuwa already completed the treatment and watched over her patient. She had bandaged the whole stomach area.
"How is she?", Kanzaki asked her, being concerned. The wound looked nasty when she saw it.
"I got the round out of her side. She was lucky that the bullet got slowed down by what was left of the barrier. If not she would have been dead by now."
That was good. She would have hated it if such a young girl would have been killed, more so such a talented one. Their job was done here. So Kanzaki opened a magical connection to the HQ.
"What is the situation in Dover?"
"Rather well; The esper boy made good work with the enemies there. Right now he is hunting the ones that got past him. They are inbound on your position. Orders for you is to intercept them on their way to London. But proceed with caution; they have vehicles with heavy weapons.", and with that the link got terminated.
Suddenly they could hear the crack of thunder in the distance. Its echo sounded some more times and trickled away. Kanzaki knew who that was: Bayloupe, the leader of New Light. ANother thing was that she saw smoke coming up in the direction London was. With on last thought of worry and saying herself that she couldn't help her or London because she had other, more pressing things to do. So she headed towards Dover to intercept the incoming troops.
Bayloupe would have had, if not for the fact that Lessar informed her about the direct attack on London, the time of her life. She was ever moving, her movements remembering one of a dance. Her steelglove ever swirling and slashing and lighting flew through the air and impacted in enemies, leaving nothing than charred corpses and the smell of burned flesh like in Dover. She was an unstoppable force, dead was the only thing left in her trace.
During all the time she was like in a trance. She couldn't come up with a plan to save Kumiko. To save Kumiko; This was such an unaccustomed thought for her. Kumiko, the former Valkyrie, in the need of help. Would it have been in any other situation she would have laughed over this thought. But not now. Now she was more than worried: She was scared for her friend. But she also knew that she would need to believe in the redhead.
'Please stay save, Kumiko. Please stay safe.'
"Aufwachen, meine Liebe."
Kumiko let out a soft groan in response to the spoken words, slowly stirring and trying to get out of the darkness that enveloped her mind. Her head seemed to be filled with cotton, foggy pictures floating through it, at first being unclear but getting sharper the more she slipped out of the black like a really, really dense mist in her thought processes that faded slowly, revealing more and more the more time goes by.
Unconsciousness. It was such a fickle thing, sometimes a blessing and sometimes a huge pain in the ass. Right now Kumiko realized, the more she slipped out of it, that the latter was perfectly the type she got. The first clue she noticed was that she was in a sitting position what was rather abnormal for a human who is sleeping or unconscious. The second clue was that the sentence she had heard earlier was German. The third and last clue was when Kumiko realized that German was not the language spoken in the city or the cities vicinity her memories told her where she was supposed to be, namely in London.
She opened her eyes abruptly but regretted it the next second, closing them as fast as she opened them. It takes no big brain to figure out what happens when eyes which are closed for a longer period of time meets a bright light source. Said light source was directly in front of her head, piercing her eyes and causing pain. After the initial shock she slowly and blinkingly opened her eyes, taking her time for them to adjust to the rays who were at fault.
"Where am I?", was the first thing she uttered groggily. Maybe not the most intelligent question per se but in the current circumstances acceptable. Let it be said that Kumiko was never and will never be a morning person.
She looked around with a sleepy expression on her face. The sleepiness faded quickly and her eyes widened slightly when she finally proceeded the surroundings. the room she was currently in looked like a room owned by a scientist in one of these fantasy movies. It was a big oval room, on the wall standing tables full with any kind of apparatuses one could only find in steam punk. Stairs lead up to what appeared to be a balcony that seemed to function as a library if the amount of bookshelves were any indicator.
"It's nice to finally meet you in person, miss Kurokami. You can't believe how delightful the current chance to familiarize with you is for me.", the same voice she had heard before sounded from the balcony but she couldn't see its origin. She let her eyes wander in the general direction and after some seconds saw the owner of the voice as he stepped into her view. European, mid to early twenties, around six foot tall, black, gelled hair and piercing blue, intelligent eyes. He wore a black suit with a red tie.
"But where are my manners?", the man continued happily and proceeded to descend down the stairs. "My name is Lucius Schwarzeiche and I must emphasize again how much meaning this meeting holds for me."
Kumiko, being in front of the origins of the Invasion, immediately tried to jump up. When she realized that there was something that stopped her to do so plus the fact that it was cold, something that was with her ability impossible, Kumiko looked down for the first time. Her eyes widened and a slight blush threatened to crawl over her face and managed to do so.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?", Kumiko shouted, her voice shivering from embarrassment and fury alike. She was sitting on a throne, her wrists and ankles being chained to it. Out of some reason she couldn't simply destroy the restrains or throne but that wasn't the part the made her a red mess: She was sat on the throne in nothing but her undergarments!
"I'm really sorry for the state you are in now. The rest of your clothes became victims of the telesma that I used to... invite you. They were a ugly sight. But do not worry. I asked one of my subordinates who shares your gender to remove them. I am still a gentleman and will not touch a woman's body without the consent of said woman.", Lucius answered sounding sincerely sorry but nevertheless sending her a dazzling smile. Kumiko gritted her teeth in response. Instead of saying anything else she tried to burst the restrains binding her to the throne but in no veil. Something hindered her to use her ability.
"That will not work, miss Kurokami. Without your ability, so I fear, you will not be able to get out of them."
After that sentence something in Kumiko's mind clicked and her eyes widened a little. A thought which has lingered in her mind the whole time since she regained coconsciousness while being seated on this throne. It got disregarded until this moment because of her own inability to accept it but now crawled slowly out of the depth of her mind. But that couldn't be the case, could it?
"So I recommend you to simply let it be for the time being and lend me an ear or two.", Lucius continued without noticing the miniscule widened eyes of his 'guest'. He arrived on the same level she was on and promptly strolled without a care in the world towards a small cupboard with the back turned to Kumiko..
"How did you manage to bind me to this?", she asked, controlling her emotions as best as she could. Screaming around wouldn't help her in this situation and she knew it. At the question Lucius send her a brief look but didn't answer. Instead he opened the cupboard and retrieved a glass and a bottle cognac. The man filled some in the glass and put the cognac back into the cupboard.
"Through a magnificent idea, origin me.", he said after a ,most like meant to be, dramatic pause he made, turning around and looking at her with that unnerving smile of him."I was a little unsure at first, being that I had no way to test my theory, but it seems I was right on that one."
Kumiko looked baffled at him. How? How did he manage that? Her curiosity and striving for information to make an escape plan got the better of her.
"Theory you say?"
"Yes, a theory. One I came up with it when I began studying your case. You must know, Miss Kurokami, that Your existence fascinates me to no end."
"You... studied my case?", Kumiko, now finally and completely creeped out, threw him a glare that spoke more than hundred words, a majority of them would be immediately rated M.
"I did. Since the first time I saw you at the north pole. I was so... intrigued by you. Back then I was a researcher under the Anglican Church. Saints were the things I thought to be the chosen ones, unbeatable giants. But then I saw you during time I was stationed at the north pole. The way how easily you fought and won against two saints at the same time with a smile on your face, unreachable for them; At that time I realized that you were the key to open the gates to a better world.", he spoke to her excitedly like a child talking to its idol.
"I was captivated by you. You were a being beyond anything I've seen before, a empress meant to lead the humans to salvation. Saving humanity out of the pitiful ways it is following, harming and bringing grief and pain to everything including itself."
For Kumiko that was the most unfitting description of herself before the fall that she could think of. She hadn't been a bringer of salvation. Well, Not the kind of salvation normal people would think of but the one which would have meant death. A scowl slowly formed on the man's face before he continued.
"But look what they had done to you? You where the most beautiful being on this planet, the hope for humanity. You were above all sentient life forms wandering on earth. But now you got degraded to a filthy human again."
She was quite fond of being a human again, thank you! He seemed to realize something if the shift of his expression on was any indicator.
"I'm sorry that I lost track. Back to the invitation: After a rather long period of researching I found out, or better say came up with a theory. The only way you could have become what you were was through a direct insert of a telesma core in your body. But the needed amount of telesma to force the process onward is high, too high for a human to withstand, ability or not. So the theory was that you would have a astonishingly high resistance to this kind of energy and that the telesma which was once in your body left traces. And this theory was spot on as it would seem."
That explained it. The beam, the pressure, her ability being cut down. Her capture wasn't a simple idea. That was also not a in-the-moment action; For that it was too well planned.
"Your plan never was to attack Britain; It was to capture me. I was the target.", Kumiko stated as one of the most logical theories out of the many she could come up with about her current circumstances which lingered in her mind became reality. Exactly the one that she didn't want to prove itself to be true. Lucius began to clap and his smile widened even more.
"You are correct, miss Kurokami. Your invitation was indeed the first priority of this operation. Well, my top priority. But that wasn't all. The second was and still is the total annihilation of London and its surroundings as your previous theory would most likely say."
From what Kumiko gathered during the whole conversation she needed to give it to him: He was good. Cunning, logical thinker and most of all: well informed. It was the last part that sent shivers down her spine. Something about it didn't seem right. How did he know she was the one going to London? GREMLIN most likely knew about Touma and her relation to him. But that didn't explain how the man in front of her, who unmistakably knew she would be here, had that kind of information.
"It seems we will arrive in five minutes. Just enough time to prepare the play.", Lucius dragged her out of her thoughts. By now he had drunk the whole glass and moved back towards the shelf he previously pulled out the mentioned glass.
"Play?", Kumiko asked, confused about the use of this term.
"Yes, a play. It will be wonderful, full of passion with a hint of drama. A careful composition made out of bittersweet moments."
Kumiko needed to add slight psychopathic to the list.
She felt like she was getting the tutoring in philosophy again which she received back during her 'training'. Question after question pooped up in her mind since she woke up on the ship, this time about the true nature of the 'play'. The only positive thing about her mind being occupied by the rush of questions was that she temporally forgot the state of her clothing or more the lack of. The redhead was so emerged in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed how the time flew by. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the same voice she seriously wanted to silence forever.
"I appears we have arrived.", the man in black and red spoke up. He walked towards Kumiko and past her, the throne turning with him. What she saw was something that made her fell a lump in her throat: Through a large window she got a 180 panorama view of London. After some moments Kumiko noticed the woman standing on her left side. She seemed to have lifeless eyes, like the ones one would most find on puppets. She wore a red, short dress and would be considered beautiful by most man: Black, long hair that seemed to flow down and lilac eyes.
"Marie, would you be so kind to lay a sound plate on the record player. Mozart's 'eine kleine Nachtmusik', please.", Lucius spoke to the woman in a cheery manner. She nodded as if she was a robot and moved out of Kumiko's view. Suddenly he slapped himself in the face and groaned before continuing in an exasperated manner.
"But where are my manners again? Let me introduce her: Her name is Marie Westerfeld; A homunculus I created. She was also the one who helped you with your clothes. Marie is Truly a masterpiece, wouldn't you say?"
A homunculus. That term was repeated again and again in Kumiko's brain. She had a hard time accepting the said word, a small voice in her head even telling her 'it's a lie'. Kumiko read a lot about magic and alchemy; understandable since she needed to fight against them in her former job on multiple occasions. To create a Homunculus was one of the seven wonders in the alchemy. No one, at least no one she read about, had managed to make a functional one for as long as alchemy exists. Which was quite a long time. And someone who was still in the first quarter of his life claimed that he managed to create one. Of course she was suspicious of him. But if it was true the man in front of her would be more dangerous than previously thought.
"Now, miss Kurokami, enjoy the show as long as it lasts."
Lucius pulled out a small iron stick and the same time was pushed up around 1 meter by a ascending platform underneath him. He went into a starting position of an conductor. With the sound of a record player being enabled and a needle set on a sound plate the music started. He moved the staff in accord to the music, the weapons of the ship beginning to fire at London in synch with his conducting. Buildings exploded and broke down and buried the citizens who were not fast enough underneath them. A stream of pure energy sliced the Big Ben in half, the now cut off top falling into the Thames before a projectile hit the London Eye, letting it fall apart.
All the time Kumiko could do nothing else than watch this city burn.
So, guys; That was the fourth chapter of the Britannia Arc! With it the Arc slowly nears its end.
Fun fact: The last sentence and generally the whole chapter was inspired by the song 'City' from Hollywood Undead. The temptation was simply too great not to do it, it matched perfectly with the content I thought of for this chapter.
The guys of you with dirty anime minds who drive off in their thoughts because of the 'chained to the throne in nothing but undergarments'-thing: Stop thinking it right now! It will and has not happened! Not under my watch! this fanfic will stay a T as long as I have a say in the matter(which is till the end)!
So, nothing more to say at this point. Remember to leave a review!
And with that: I'm out; Bye!