The issue with those bastards couldn't be kept merely at Personal annoyance level anymore, Using a dangerous Super serum that would kill the user, merely to turn that Strategic grade human asset into merely a glorified walking Biohazard spreader, causing a Huge chunk of the Dacian Border area in a No-Man's land currently being taken care of by an ARMS TRIGGER child company, HELP, Hazardous Environment Land Protection, their go to specialists in handling Terrain contaminated with hard to clean-up pollutants or hazards.
WEF, one could argue the Acronym is fitting, if suspiciously alike to what SALARYMAN's first life had as a "Club for rich snobs who still have the power to F the world", the epitome of what WE HATE of Free market Breakers. And in a sense, my mere presence here when I first lived here was one such similar Market disturbance, but I guess I did things with a lot of self moderation, mostly because the time WE lived meant most we could do was spawn the many Butterflies, not enjoy, and suffer their results.
Back to the enemy, however. WEF, once I had Mike get me all information about them, it was easy to see just how stupid, arrogant, and a complete bunch of Bourgeois Wanting Soviet Type Socialism Slash Communism merely to have more power and amass more riches. Electoral Frauds, Assassinating Politicians in countries of interest, sabotages, Holodomor level Engineering Faming crisis…
In one way or another, this club of pampered assholes caused with not one fuck to give, the whole mess this world finds itself into, and by result, all damage they did to ALL WE hold dear. Maybe I was like Zettour once the great war had ended in that horrid defeat, in a slump and apathetic to the world. Now? They fucking got US in a VERY ANGRY state, and THEY are OUR target. All this death, Economic recession, loss of Scientific progress…. All for some shitty greed.
First things first, OZEV needs to be protected, then those bastards pawns realize what a death sentence being in OZEV lands is, lastly is turning them into Harmless and powerless hamsters. Simple to say, a pain in the ass to execute, Thankfully, there's some Hands I can shove this ungrateful work to. Mike and his pals.
Of course I had Anya be up to date with the given situation, and requested that for the time being, no BND or Germania's forces are to be used. This is still more of a Personal issue with those bastards than a proven National security issue, even if it's coming to that very fast, still, gathering evidence needs time and I want it fast and without needing something more happening in these lands or claiming OZEV citizens lives.
But there's a few bastards of theirs I can dish some petty revenge. Justified or not, it was still a more personally motivated action than a rationally justified moral choice. That's the sole reason I am currently here, in a Basement of a Rural home down in a region Near Arene of all places, tell me about Irony. Present here, tied to a Metal Chair and feet stuck in the floor, smell of freshly dry concrete, the sole Roof lamp complete the stereotypical Improvised interrogation room aesthetic.
"Why hello there, Earl."
The potato sack pulled out his head, I have to give Argent Wings Kidnap- Extraction Specialists credit, he's barely injured and seems he had been taken away while walking around in the Streets of wherever he had been until a few days ago.
"Holy K-"
"- Spare me your Albish Bullshit, Henry Carlson "Khang" Volgostrad. You know very well WHY you have been taken off to this little room."
He never had a nice face, smile or no smile. Seeing the Spite and scorn was far more natural in that little asshole face.
"So? You can't even tie my name with that little Dacian case. Or is the Glorious leader of this Central Europa Power bloc no longer the-"
A punch, a right fist swing, enough strength to dislodge his jaw, that got him to make a sour lemon face as his Thick square frame glasses went flying over one side of the room. Kaiserin picks it and puts it inside a burner.
"I am still very much a VERY Law and RULE abiding person, except that now, now I have a VERY CLEAR exception to that rule, you know very well what kind of person I will let go of Rules and Laws, don't you? The man that 'would happily allow an Innocent person die a horrible death you could have saved if that gave more progress to your plans'."
"You have no evidence."
"And? You abuse the process, you deny many their due rights, Violate many laws and rules worldwide…. And what? Not one damn repercussion since you have powerful friends to bend those rules. What am I to be SCARED of? The Frogs complaining? More Albish half assed Sternly worded letters?"
I guess the point came now for good. Guess he has more braincells than your Average Francois or Albish Politician. Cold sweat and a tiny bit of focus and his body is tensing up for good now, Stress, anxiety, and fear for his damn life, good.
"How nice, to see this untarnished symbol of such Nation, Religion, show how much she has fallen. He. Heheh…"
"Ha! You are merely a NEWBORN if you think THIS is me having fallen."
I down the cheap Coffee, no need for good stuff, I even half assed the brewing of it, disgusting, just like I am being right now. Peak of what I HATE about OURSELVES, looking at the Empty mug, a cheap one, clearly a handover antique of a Retired Francois soldier of the Great war or the brief period they were part of the Second Great war, a crappy steel mug honestly, but….
COUGH….
His looks are a tell all, he knows he isn't coming out of this, so he will be very open about whenever he has the glee of seeing my bad parts. Pity, he doesn't realize just what is coming to him.
"And now you're sick? Were my Superiors plans that bad to call a Sick Goddess for help?"
I wipe my mouth with a dusty cloth in the same table, and Kaiserin picks from me, that sludge already doing of hell of a work on that thing.
"Still healthy, that…. That is what you wanted to see. My lowest point, right?"
I can't help but let a faint smile, one I know is far from anything good, seeing an asshole face to face that remind me of Bitch X, that side of me bubbles in eager desire… to burst out and devour, destroy…. But not now, and not here.
"Care for a Drink? Heard the escorts who picked you didn't have drinks."
I show him that Mug, full of something dark, muddy, Viscous, and letting a bubble or two, it makes anyone's sense of danger scream in agony. His face pales, his dislodged jaw flinches and he overall is instinctively wanting it to stay as far away from him, good, good, this is EXACTLY what falling from gracious sanity is.
"What… what in HELLS IS THIS THING?"
"This is ME AT MY WORST, when I was broken for good, damaged beyond salvation and had become willing to ANYTHING for what I desired."
I flick a small droplet on his forehead, cleaning the residue on his damned pricey coat, that starts rotting out, becoming something polluted and hazardous in seconds. His pained face is cute because it's very much what he deserves.
"Feeling it? The blazing rage? The Icy scorn? The Acidic Revengeance? All those HORRIBLE things all in one instant? THAT is what I AM when I had fallen, Earl."
I pour it on him, the painful screams and pleas of mercy are MUSIC to my ears… ahhh… this is-
"-Enough, right?"
Kaiserin was hugging me, and making such a sweet voice, whispered at me those oh so logical words. Yes, YES, enough. I draw the Makarov Pistol on my pocket, safety off.
BANG BANG BANG
Three Russy 9mm shots echo in what would be painful to anyone but a mage with a readies hearing protection spell. The corpse drops from his pained struggle and is now dead for good, the scene is… awfully reminiscent of US when we were broken for good before this gifted new life. Damnit, it hurts, but that remains part of us…. And this here is a reminder enough that WE all here as Tanya need to solve this little issue sooner than later.
[Anya, we're done here, call Stahl 2 to clean here]
[Roger that Holy Kaiserin.]
We both leave, Stahl 2 and his men come, wearing Hazmat suits no less. Flight back home was, a very depressed one for me. And Kaiserin the one who reads me as if I am an open book, will likely do something to get me back from that slump, lest I end again in a Hikineet state of pitiful misery.
She did.
"Kaiserin."
"Yes?"
The tone of not understanding why what she's doing is wrong, and in such a deadpan face to boot. Why yes, I want a good, nice, and steamy bath to soak this body, and wash away all those terrible moments I did there. And here she is, Naked and ready to share a bath with me. If I am honest, I can see WHY anyone would LOVE to have me if not for my Personality nor track record of back then, and that was when my body was rather cherubic and lovable, yet just developed enough for the deed. Current me and Kaiserin? It enters firmly into a desirable middle area of peak beauty.
Bath ended as a very touch intensive affair, washing each other's back, soaking cuddled in the Bathtub, and then seeing each other's bodies as we dry ourselves. Coming out of it, I had been made to know pretty much every nook and Cranny of Kaiserin's body, as if merely having a Visual idea of a perfect lookalike of me wasn't enough to her, I now had the knowledge the variations in her body were minimal compared to mine.
Humanity is a weird existence, truly, we contradict ourselves every minute, moment, action done by each individual of the species. From our humble Starts as an Endurance type hunter to the start of primitive agriculture, all the way to today standards. Humans by nature like any Animal, seeks peace and stability, key things for the core of a long and healthy life, yet we are primed mentally to never stop finding a Threat to fight. That and most of our human behavior is plagued by such Contradictions.
Why am I bothering with such Philosophical topic? I, Tanya von Degurechaff, naked, in a bed, right after me and Kaiserin, also naked, had finished a lovely round of that deed, and now there's me, Kaiserin and 95, lying in the bed. Mentally I have this strange conflict, I DO NOT swing in neither Kaiserin's nor 95's way, I find the concept weird after all. But my mind also is filled with Dopamine at being lovingly cuddled by those two. This turmoil suddenly dies, as the four inside me, agree that this situation is 100% understandable and why not enjoy it? So I enter sleep.
Otherworldly realm, Hell, HID HLL7K4
That was a rather shaky but still very smoothy Hell Portal trip, sabotaging the UAC's project in Mars was rather easy, Thanks to a clumsy Janitor, Sorry Aqua, but I NEEDED this trip to succeed. Hopefully you will find a Job in OZEV instead of insisting on such abusive Employers.
"Ayo! What the Fuck you- Ame?"
That Voice…. Aussie even…. And Ayo?
"Axel? The fuck you are doing in Hell?"
Holostars, somehow, all the Holomembers seemed to have been caught in my once faulty Time watch, and for some reason, the damned Tempus Guild Gladiator is in Hell.
"Ah, this? Welcome to Hell, Holostraulia!"
"Uh, so… Bae is here? And Sana?"
That face of his turns a bit complicated.
"Sana… nope, only Former Council member I haven't heard of anywhere. Bae is… working currently."
"Former Council? What happened?"
"I know only some broken details from Bae herself, seems that Ina's running wild and your antics to save your friends was enough for the Council members to get an ass chewing, end disavowed, and Bae as Leader had to take the brunt of the punishment, she's been released only recently and is working since she has not a penny worth using here."
"I see…. Then I won't bother her. Uh… since you're here, you know WHERE Calli lives?"
"Nope, had you come a few years earlier, I would say she went to see her Death Sensei, now? I don't even know if she's working."
Wunderbar, just my luck. I bide farewell as Axel seems to still need to hunt some prey to Roast as food for him and Bae, so I am left to go see if the guy he suggested knows where she is. Thanks the damn Procedures of those Labs in Mars, my trusty P99 has more backup, Plasma Rifle, Heavy caliber Assault Gun, an experimental Railgun, and a Rocket Launcher with both a Three Shot Lock-on Burst and remote Detonated FRAG munitions set of Modified launchers.
Traveling Hell as a Living person means there's no end to bastards wanting a bite of this ass, sorry, but only My Holy Kaiserin can have it. After more than enough time, I arrive at the place, and the one who may know where she is couldn't be most fitting to be in Hell…. As a form of punishment. Atop the most impractical Tower filled with traps, environmental hazards, and stupid jump paths. King of the art of Jumping, and so Old he can only congratulate whoever is insane enough to do that nowadays. He looks at me, of course I did this shit the fair way, I wouldn't be Amelia Watson, Master of Ground Pounding moms if I couldn't overcome such a task.
"Excuse me, but I'm after this person."
I show him a Photo of her, and Bingo, he points me at a position in a map he has, one saved Photo of it with a marking of the general area, and I am off, in Stylistic Ground Pounding no less.
A Week of a gruesome Travel to the Destination later, and I am here now. In a bad state of Disrepair Stone hut, Skull shaped no less, with the previous Owner merely a Skeleton, along a rusted Glowing Skull that loops an "Eekum Bokum" sound. I draw my Pistol and have the Watch set for a backup Time, juuust in case after all. I approach the hut, and as I am to Open the crudely made Wooden Door, it Bursts open and barely avoid the strike of a Scythe I couldn't miss anywhere in the Universes.
"For the LAST FUCKING TIME! I DO NOT OWN 9 MONTHS OF RENT!"
Calli is…. Very different, Kiara's not coming back like all of us did really hit her, and my inability with that faulty and about to break Pocket watch was to blame. Still, this isn't time for more mopping our Pasts. That Pink long hair remains as iconic, but she's basically on rags, and clearly the alcohol intake has risen to a bad degree, and her eyes are glazed, not good, a week more and maybe I wouldn't have had a chance anymore.
"Sorry but the rent collector had a Minecraft emergency."
Her glare takes a while, and even after she stops, I can sense the burning emotions, she became quite the silent mopper.
"What you want, Ame? You dead and need a home?"
"If I needed, Axel and Bae seem a better choice, you know why I came, Calli."
The scythe swings, and I am now one wrong move from being beheaded, I could easily change that, but I don't and not even a flinch.
"Kiara…. You know she is DEAD, and even here her soul is nowhere to be found, must been processed already by Death Sensei's newest Prodigy, Pierre Sinclair with his Kanatian Health Care style Soul processing…."
"Calli, she IS alive."
Her scythe starts scraping my neck, a small drip of blood comes from the superficial cut.
"SHE IS DEAD AND GONE! WHAT DO YOU EVEN KN-"
"CALLI! She's Alive! Her body and Mind are STILL FULLY ALIVE! BY LAW OF SOUL REAPERS, HER SOUL CANNOT BE ANYWHERE BUT IN THE LIVING REALM."
"What? And how do you even kn-"
I throw at her an Official Copy of this Hell's Soul Reaper Lawbook, second most recent edition even. She skims it in a hurry, finding the exact part of such lawbook on that. And read once, twice, she re-reads that whole area many times before shutting the Book and throwing it back.
"You damn Cheeky Bitch, since when you learnt how to fucking abuse Loophole in laws like that?"
I laugh a bit, I see a shine on her, good, there's hope.
"I learnt from the very best of the world we have to live on from now on, hurry and get ready, I don't know how longer Kiara's Soul will be safe from some Unsavory Reaper who gives zero fucks about the book."
A quick burst of Black deathly Mist, and she's back to a more Civilized wardrobe.
"You can open a gateway out here? Calli?"
"As if! My Reaper License was cancelled, but we can use a backdoor, how you think I managed to enter this specific Hell?"
"Guide the way, we need to pay a Toll?"
"Yeah, Yubis."
"FUCK."
We begin to walk, to hunt some Koronesukis so they can pay for the passage tickets, and suddenly, a voice screams behind us.
"PLEASE WAIT FOR MEEEE!"
We turn, to see Aqua, desperately running away from an Army of undead. Well, shit.
"Say, how about we save ALL of our dear HOLOMEMS?"
Calli now seems EAGER to do something that daring, alright, that's the daring yet easily shaken by weirdness Calli she knew.
"Alright, But you find a way for us to get back to shape."
"Oh, I know how VERY WELL."
Dear Hoy Kaiserin, I Hope you don't mind your religion opening a HoloTanya branch of service focused on Vtubing.
