A/N: First things first, for the last few days I've been sick with a sore stomach followed by dehydration and headaches, which was inevitably followed by a series of homework – finally doing alright now, which is probably why you're able to read this chapter (I use the term loosely).

Fun facts: Hel's middle name is just like those of his father and siblings… which is Asmod shortened from Asmodeus. His first name is also three letters like his fathers – unclear if that even matters, but it's not like anybody will go off and look it up… so I enlightened you. However, if you prefer longer and more thought out chapters; let me know with a review and stuff of that variety (PM). H'OKAY – read on girls and boys.

Toraburu Chapter Six: Princess of Hel

I was about to lash out at her, but then Nemesis had suddenly collapsed – another good fight ruined in an instant. "The gas is still running," I muttered, bluntly and turned the machine off went through the trouble of standing up, turning the valve on the tank and shutting the machine off, the room grew quieter as the constant 'fsssh' of the gas leaving the tank stopped – but it was already too late, it would seem that everyone was now unconscious with the exception of Lala and I. "Why are you still conscious?" I asked her, still completely exhausted.

"Who me?" She asked with that constantly innocent expression in her mannerism as she pointed at herself – her expression indication some confusion.

I scanned the room from left to right without turning my head. Everyone was lying face down on the floor, completely unconscious. "Lala, there's nobody else who is still conscious." I answered her question.

"I was just asking because you never talk to me!" She smiled after she finished her sentence, and for some reason I felt somewhat depressed, like that's all she remembered about me – her horrible younger brother that never cared to ever ask her what was wrong when she played alone; I simply went about tending to my own duties – learning about history and… wait, I don't remember what I learned – confused.

"…Yeah, you must hold a lot against me for my lack of existence in your daily life." I stated in response to her statement she simply laughed off.

It was her who decided to take the first step forward to building an actual relationship between two siblings, "Don't be silly, it wouldn't like you to make social contact with other people." She responded, her expression grew slightly more serious.

"…I doubt it is my fault I was being forged into a weapon to be used at the discretion of the future queen." I stated, in reference to the training, schooling, drilling, augmentations and memory blocks I went through.

"Ah, well – it couldn't be helped." She replied, tilting her head with a closed-eyed smile.

I grinned sheepishly, "Well, when I first heard that you had run away from home – my first reaction was to cheer you on." I said with a smile in each and every one of my words – because the training that I think I had to endure was probably horrible and the fact that I couldn't remember half of my life experiences was... disturbing.

I opened my mouth to say something - but then I felt the warmth of a cheek slowly brush my tail and it sent a… undesirably desirable sensation up through my spine forcing the heat into my cheeks. I see, I had forgotten all about her grip on my tail and now the warmth of her hot cheek was pressed up against my tail – I turned to her to see an undeniably… cuuute expression on the face of Nemesis as she slept… both hands wrapped loosely around my tail and her cheek pressed right up against the most sensitive part of my body… I couldn't move – the feeling was paralyzing. "G-g-g-get h-h-her off of me!" I exclaimed, not wanting to cause anybody in this room save for Nemesis any undue harm… well, maybe I didn't really want to hurt Nemesis either.

Yes I did…

No I didn't…

…She stabbed me.

"Hm?" Lala looked confused for a moment – then she strode towards me, and peered over my shoulder.

"Oh…" She mumbled and tried to peel Nemesis off – starting with the face. I felt her hands simply tighten around the shaft and she let out an inconvenienced moan – like she was a small child whose favorite toy was being pried out of her hands by a bully.

Then, I felt something crawling out of my lungs and making its way up through my throat – the feeling of being violated by Nemesis was the cause – Oh god…

Meanwhile… from Momo's perspective.

The reality of the situation is that I had pre-emptively taken the antidote I had concocted earlier this week, but even despite that I feigned unconsciousness at approximately the same time as everyone else. The seen which I was listening to was amazing, I could feel my heart pounding as the excitement began to build up-

"Aaaaaahn 3~~~!"

The pleasured cries of my Onii-sama, then… blackness.