The one sleeping in the well.

well, a pendemic. I remember when the bird flue and the swine flue was a thing. it was just preparing us for the crow flue.

How do I see it as a Hare Krishna? Simply our accrued Karma. Basically we acted in such a way that we got this particular reaction, you stay out when it rains, you get wet, as simple as that. but for those who lives in the temple, it just gives us a better opportunity to chant, read and serve. Of course, while we have complete faith in Lord's Sri-Krishna's Protection, it usually manifest in our intelligence. So social distancing is still going on and our temple doors are unfortunatly closed.

anyway, in these trying time, the best thing I can give you is this:

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare

Now keep chanting it, I have made a youtube playlist of different Video game music you can chant the mantra on, it's mostly touhou project song with a smattering of other games ranging from Mega man, Mega man Zero, SMT (of course) and plenty more. It's called Seat of the Holy name.

I know, I'm preachy, but I just want all you guys to be Happy. and trust me, it will make you happy and help with the stress.

Onward to the story then. Love you all, Hare Krishna!


"Asahi...Are you sure you want to do that?" Nanashi asked, ill-at-ease as he peered at the useless well of the Ueno area.

"For that last time, yes!" Asahi rolled her eyes from inside the weel, she had her hands to her ips and a look that just promissed trouble if her adopted brother would not do as she commanded. "Now stopped acting like a dead slime and get down there."

Nanashi held his tongues, there was just something about this well...it gave him a bad case of the creeps.

'Krishna, Whatever's hidden there...I don't want to meet him.' Nanashi addressed the Lord, taking shelter in his presence.

The energy pouring out of the well was dark, cold and foreboding. But most alarmingly, it was something very familiar.

He had felt it in his dream, it was the same feeling he got when the crawling mass of darkness had engulfed that blue-haired boy, Yuki, in its terrible maws.

Nanashi shook his head, dispelling the terrible memories of his most frequent nightmare.

"My dear Kripa, as much as you would love to flee from this path, I do not believe you have a choice."Krishna ruefully informed his servant, Keeping a cooling hand on his shoulder. "You have many secrets your sister can use against you. Believe me, until you come to therm with them, you should follow along."

Nanashi sighed internally, feeling the Damocles sword of his darkest secrets looming above his head. A veritable leash his sister held.

He still loved her...He just wished she could stop acting like he was a weapon.

"But, Is it really love you feel for her? Or is it a duty to your adopted mother?" The Lord prodded.

'Krishna...that's kind of coming out of nowhere." Nanashi informed his master.

"It was just something I was wondering about. So, is it really out of love that you get dragged to dangerous adventure by a spoiled child, or is it out of duty to your deceased mother that you tolerate her?"

Nanashi remained silent... He couldn't answer that.


"This is worst then I thought." Mukhara whispered, and she surveyed the realm bellow her.

She now could get a better scope of the task at hand...and she now had to admit.

"You where right Radha, It will take us more than three days to find the body."

"If we can even find anything left..." The Kasha grumbled, knowing full well how bodies decomposed. "Also, I told you so!"

Mukhara remained silent, still gazing at the expansive domain; It rivaled Yamuna's own realm of Gensokyo.

The millennial hermit let out a sigh as she ran a hand in her hair. 'If this is what I see on the surface, what will the inner codes hide?'

Well, no times like the present.

Focusing inwardly, the sennin called forth her godly powers...and then stifled a gasp.

"So? What are you seeing?" Radha asked.

"There's...one, two...seven different layers..." Mukhara counted with eyes wide open behind her specks.

"Seven?! I thought three was the max!"

"Me too." Mukhara whispered as she decoded sequence, scenarios and many other processes required to keep such a vast realm running smoothly.

She was so close to obtaining answers, she just needed to know where this illusory Tokyo was stored.

"...Did you find him? Anything about Kripa?" Radha asked after some time.

"No...half the information is blocked off or codded..."

"And no clues as to where this illusory Tokyo could be?" Radha flattened her ears on her head.

"I do, it's right under this layer." Mukhara pointed the ground with her mechanical finger. And Radha followed it with keen eyes. "Problem is, the time between here and the layer under us is disjointed." Radha groaned as she threw her head back in sheer exasperation, Jet lag was a bitch in heat to deal with.

"And that's not all; the only way is heavily guarded. So we can forget about trying to sneak in."

"And how 'bout using some of your Taoist art, you know, like slipping through a crack?"

Mukhara shook her head. "This would warn the master or mistress of the place that they have an unwanted visitor."

"and what if we went Gun's-ablazing?" The Cat suggested as she summoned one of her many evil spirits...

Mukhara paused, considering this option.

It would do wonder to her stress level, especially with how frustrated she was with the whole ordeal. But at the same time, she didn't have the time to gather her usual shock team.

And yet, she knew Radha's power level, they could probably be able to conquer the damn place...

'but I'm not here to conquer...I'm here to recover my son's body.' And she could not blow up the place on her way out. "No...I will deal with this sennin later."

as Cathartic as it would be, she knew her priorities.

Radha pouted. "Oh, poo...So how are we supposed to get in then? Call Yamuna and bully her into opening a gap for us?" She crossed her arms, still on edge by the power that controlled the realm.

Mukhara was about to retort when what was unmistakably a low power Master spark blew a hole through the ground, grazing her feet.

Thankfully, after going through a full twenty miles of bedrock, the beam was nowhere near as lethal. It merely sends some light shock in Mukhara's silver 'nerves."

Once the beam stopped, both Vaishnavi looked down at the newly bored hole.

"Wow...Thank Krishna." Radha prayed to the lord.

Mukhara...tried to process what this could mean.

This was unmistakably a master spark. Only two people's in existence had this ability; Yuthika, the flower master and her estranged donor. And Marisa Devi Dasi, who was now living in Durban with her husband and two beautiful children.

But there was a third person who also had this potential.

'No...It can't be. My Krishna is dead. Eiki would never make such a mistake.'

And yet...

Hermitages where know to make a Yamaduta's job harder, and it would confuse their filing system. It was another reason's why those were usually filled with Ghosts.

Mukhara closed her eyes and prayed. 'Oh Krishna, Oh Master of unlimited universes. You have a plan, and I am but an instrument. Please protect me from illusion and guide me; use me for your purpose.'

Radha-shyamasundara touched her shoulder. "He sis', we have to move, some bad-birds are giving Hitchcock a run for his money." Indeed, many winged figures swarmed the sky, being summoned by the anomaly.

The two sky-bound Vaishnavi slid trough the like a pair of shadows. The way was open, they just needed to sneak in.


Back in Tokyo, in the Yashiro well. Thing were going well; the demons here were not used to fighting someone with an elemental shovel. Nanashi was immune to the Apsara's and mermaid's allurement, and most of what was chaos aligned were more than happy to let him go.

Since who could be stronger then someone who Killed Lucifer's finest with nothing but a shovel and Gods Grace?

His sister was not concern about all the water, and Nanashi's sight was unimpeded. Better yet, since Krishna's shirt had been destroyed...

Numerous poets would be at lost of words in front of the beauty that a thoroughly soaked Krishna generated. The Lord had forgone most of his jewelry, leaving an unobstructed vision of his magnificent form. Nanashi could even perceive his dark-blue thighs trough the drenched yellow silk fabric that clung to his perfect legs.

And yet...Nanashi could not shake away the dread he felt. The further in they went, the heavier the sense of hopelessness became. It was almost like a physical entity lurking under their feet, a sleeping calamity biding its time until it could strike.

And he seemed to be the only one aware of the sleeping beast. His sister was

utterly unaware of what lurked under their feet...

What the hell was she tasked to rouse?

"Kripa...You look pale." Krishna commented from the stone he had been sitting on, playing his flute while Nanashi and his sister took a well-deserved pause.

'No shit, Krishna. I have no idea what's in this stupid seal. But I know it's bad news." Nanashi addressed his Lord in his heart, discreetly moving closer to Him.

He just felt safer like this, under the Lord's lotus feet. Krishna's natural effulgence was soothing, nurturing and Oh so loving. As Nanashi performed his new favorite activite -Massaging Krishna soft, delicate, fragrent, cooling and oh so sweet, fragile feet-, he tried to change the Lords mind about the entire matter, hoping his service would put him in a better mood.

'Krishna, I think we should turn back... Let Asahi spread my darkest secrets to all; it just not worth it.'

"No, better we awaken the sleeping beast." Krishna placed a hand on Nanashi's shoulder.

'But why? If we leave this calamity alone-'

"Then others will come down to rouse it, and they will not have the ability to deal with the one sleeping there."

Nanashi groaned...

"Kripa, It is simply not fair for this soul to be locked away in the dark." The lord explained. "To keep a problem locked away is just begging for it to return later. And to expect someone stronger to deal with a problem is irresponsible, and one of the greatest shows of cruelty that I know of." Krishna explained solemnly, his eyes misty.

Nanashi took a moment to gaze at the raw emotions dancing on Krishna's beautiful face. Once again, amazed at how sensitive the lord was.

"You want him to be freed."

" I do," Krishna confirmed. "I cannot stand to see my Jiva's suffering..."

"But you still keep us here." Nanashi mildly accused.

Krishna turned his misty eyes to his servant. "...It does not mean that I like keeping you all this miserable world of mater..." The Lord lowered his face. "I will not impede on the desires and will of my parts and parcels," he explained. "You all came to this material world for enjoying without me, and thus, I let you be."

Nanashi openly stared at Krishna, from the pain in his voice, Nanashi wondered how God managed to remain sane with the amount of grief he felt.

It broke his newly regrown heart.

"And what if we want to enjoy with you?" Nanashi asked. If having fun without Krishna made Him sad, the opposite would be true also.

Krishna's smiled as he looked at his servant with eyes heavy with love. "Then you come back to me in a form suitable for the type of loving relationship you desire to share with Me. "

'So...I'm it then. I this what you want Krishna?' Nanashi asked his master, Changing the subject.

"I do. The soul imprisoned there now deserve's his freedom."

"And if it proved to be another pain in the ass-" He gently pressed krishna's lotus like feet meanignfully.

"Hopefully, it will not get to that," Krishna spoke as he gracefully arose from he now melted rock. removing his ever sought after limb from nanashi's now reddish hands. "Thank you for the massage, my dear. yous hands are as pleasing as moonilght.

Nanashi's heart began to flutter...No regrets.

And yes, he had asked Asahi's angel if she knew anything about who was under there. The angel,(let's call he Mai.) had regretfully informed Nanashi that she was not privy about such matter. Only that the god held captive within the Yashiro well was from beyond the mountain range in the west...and that his freedom would doom everything.

Great.

They had Gathered the two emblems after some very disappointing fight with a pair of angels. The final stone had received into the floor, granting them access to the inner sanctum of the wall, where the feeling of doom, hatred and hopelessness now took almost a physical form.

Asahi stared at the now open cave, rubbing her drenched arms as if from the cold.

"...you feel it now, don't you?" Nanashi whispered from the shelter of Krishna's presence.

"...It's...a strong demon..." The young girl gave an uneasy grin. "Thank goodness he's on Flynn's side."

"Asah-"

"C'mon Nanashi! Let's go!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him further in the final cave.

Nanashi could only crank his neck toward Krishna, who's face had turned sombre.

This...worried Nanashi to no end.


"Nanashi? Nanashi, Wake up!" It was Asahi...

He got up from the wet, rocky ground of the cave.

"Asahi...Kr...Hari. What the hell happened?" He asked his sister and his master. Krishna was looming behind Asahi, his gaze more than a little worried.

He put a hand to his head, checking if Krishna's lotus was still tucked behind his ear.

Indeed, the mystical flower hasn't budged an inch.

Asahi, who was kneeling on the ground, sighed with a very annoyed look to her. "You fainted when we jumped."

"We jumped?" He couldn't remember jumping...

Asahi pointed up to the unseen ceiling. "Yeah, we came at the end of the path. You thought it was a dead-end, but I knew better!" She puffed her chest up.

Fear doused Nanashi's back. He could still feel Asahi's death grip on his wrist...his legs locking up. The absolutely brick-shitting moment when he plummeted-"

"Kripa...Kripa! It's alright, I'm here." He heard Krishna, his sweet, soothing tenor dispelling the fear he felt. Nanashi could feel His mighty arms around his aching shoulders, and his broad chest as the best of shelter.

He...hated height. And he hated the absolute darkness that pervaded this God...Gosh, Darned place. Not even his inhuman sight could pierce it. Only Krishna' dazzling effulgence dispelled the darkness.

He got off from the ground on shaky legs with Krishna's help. 'If we survive this, I swear I will worship you forever.'

"Isn't it what you are doing right now?" Krishna deadpanned with an amused smile.

"Finally! C'mon, let's Go!" She grabbed his arm, rushing headfirst towards imminent danger. As the trio emerged from the final waterfall, Nanashi was on high alert, his right hand gripping his shovel and his heart racing.

The room they were in was by definition cavernous, the height of the ceiling, the water rushing down its wall and pooling on the floor created a vertigo effect. In the middle loomed a massive stone Orb around trice the size of Nanashi.

From under what could only be the ark, congealed shadow seeped out like an infectious disease.

Nanashi really hoped Asahi was right, and that whoever was in there really was on Flynn's side...He took a deep breath; it was no use worrying. God was at his side, He also knew whatever was there probably would not be able to survive an attack of pure light and who knows? Maybe it was an ally of Flynn after all.

God...Krishna knew the samurai of hope would need all the help he could get.

"Indeed." Krishna intoned, not entirely paying attention to his servant. He was gazing at the orb, his eyes cast in what seemed to be grief.

"Krishna? Is everything alright?" Nanashi asked his Lord. He hated when Krishna looked less than his usual happy self. "What's under there?"

But before Krishna could give an answer, the sound of a small boat plying the rippling water came to Nanashi's ears. He stopped in his tracks, His shovel at the ready.

"Nana-"

"We have company," Nanashi informed his sister, moving in front of the Lord.

Behind him, He heard Krishna's bubbling, love-filled chuckles.

Suddenly, A small figure emerged from behind the moss-covered orb; A dwarf on a boat wearing goose skin.

"Halt!" He threw a hand out. Standing between the trio and their goal.

"I am Sukuna-Hikona, no Kami, Guardian of the sealed ark."

"I'm Aegis," Nanashi responded in kind. "This is my sister Asahi, and the one standing behind me is K-Hari."

Sukuna-Hikona, who had not expected to be greeted to cordially, took some time to recover.

"I only see a Yokai and a jinka." The dwarf flatly informed the teen.

"Oh..." So he couldn't see Krishna.

The dwarf gazed at the two youth.

"So ah...who's in there?" Nanashi asked to dispel the very awkward and tense silence.

The kami, once again let his stone-like gaze linger on the teens. And then inclined his head.

"This shrine is where we, the ancient gods of these lands, have sealed away the most dangerous foreign deity."

" Foreign Deity...Can we know his name?" Nanashi prodded.

"No, For it would make the Amoral-One grow in strength," Sukuna-Hikona informed. "Now you tell me, Why have you come to this accursed place?"

"We've come to open the ark!" Asahi gleefully informed as the struck a pose she must have seen in an anime.

'And this is where the shit hit's the fan.' Nanashi dryly spoke in his heart. Keeping a stoic face and choosing the Sapphire, a stone of wind.

Sukuna-Hikona was small, wore a large feather cape and was on a boat gliding on still water. It did not take a genius to figure out how it would go.

"I thought as much." Sukuna-Hikona raised his oar from the shallow water. "You are about to make a grave mistake!" He warned.

"What do you mean?" Asahi asked. Maybe now realizing that trusting the so-called son of lady Danu was a mistake.

"No doubt Odin's machination has steered you to these consecrated grounds." Sukuna seethed. "Others among the Kunitsukami may lap up the Allfatheres lie, But I Know better."

Nanashi gazed sideways to Krishna.

"No, he is not referring to me. It is Odin who is known as the 'Allfather.'" The Supreme Lord did the most graceful air quote in existence. " But what is more interesting is that this dwarf believes we have been sent by a Norse inspired god, not by Dagda."

"hmm..." Nanashi agreed; it was weird. 'Maybe they work together.'

"To unseal the ark is to betray the world." Sukuna-Hikona interrupted Nanashi's musing, his eyes flashing with a mystical glow under his cowl. "I will put you Ignorant fool in the grave before I let you usher in Ruin." He roared as he prepared to unleash frozen-hell of the frost-sensitive youth.

Nanashi simply blasted the dwarf away with the hurricane-force wind. As expected, the diminutive god was projected to the other side of the cavernous hall, hitting the far wall with a sickening crack.

"And that takes care of that." The vaishnava punk dispassionately spoke, re-hooking his shovel with a flourish and dusting his hands nonchalantly. "Alright Asahi, the course is clear. You can do your thing now." Better he did not overthink about what they were about to release.

Asahi gave a mock salute and sauntered off to the seal, as she put her hand on its rocky surface, a powerful light glowed from within. The whole floor became covered with eldritch lines, and something terrible began stirring.

"Kripa...before he emerges from the seal, there is something I would like to...mention."

"Go for it, Krish. Not like I can abandon you anyway." It was part of the deal...as long as his sister survived.

'I'm the world's greatest idiot...' He belatedly realized that Krishna was in no mean obligated to protect Asahi. Nanashi was already His...

"No, I know bigger fools." Krishna gave Nanashi one of his amused smiles. "I just wanted to point out how everything in the opening of the seal was...rather convenient."

He was right, while the boy with the lion shirt knew he was not the smartest, he also knew when things where...set up to conveniently.

'The two crest kept in the same location...the fake jump and the ark is open-able.' In hindsight, Nanashi could have probably made a much better prison just by chucking one crest in the middle of a poisonous swamp.

Or better yet, destroying one crest and hiding the other in an unreachable place.

"You have understood?"

"They wanted the thing out." It was the only reason he could see why it was so easy... "This..."

Somebody was pulling strings...they were but puppets.

In the orb, what could only be called the compressed, liquefied form of deep depression, lust, madness and nihilism stirred. It's vile tentacle reaching out to drag whatever it could wrap itself in the deepest pit of self-loathing.

And Asahi was right in front of it.

"Asahi! MOVE!"But the daughter of the Boss just stood three, frozen in fear as she realized the calamity she had freed.

"Oh, Krishna...PLEASE DO SOMETHING!" He prayed in desperation.

Suddenly, the angel burst forth from Asahi's smartphone and, wrapping her arms around the frozen girl, flew away from the oozing darkness. She landed by the Supreme Personality of Godhead, the shelter of all surrendered souls.

In the middle of the room, the stone orb lost it's integrity and crumbled like dust, revealing and oozing, squirming, billowing cloud of...

Of the condensed desire for humanity for death...hopelessness for anything better. The realization that this life means nothing, for it will all end with final death.

Nothing matters; life is but waiting to disappear, to fade to black...to end this big lie of existence. The ultimate goal of life is death-

Krishna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead, supreme reality reasserted Himself as he wrapped His soft yet mighty arms around Nanashi. Grounding the teen back into reality.

"Kripa! Kripa, whatever you do, do not listen to this impersonalist." Krishna's sweet yet deep voice resonated in Nanashi's heart, all around him and right behind him. The lord's Cooling and fragrant hands were covering his ears, blocking out the filthy desires of the Abomination.

The...shadow coalesced and seemed to be absorbed by something human in shape. The more it disappeared inside its vessel, the more details Nanashi could make out.

A pair of long booth, dark-skinned hands holding a flute, a faded blue tailcoat that was more teal then anything, a Fedora, a peacock feather...short, messy blue hair...

And his face...

Nanashi's vision Blurred...

Aegis gazed at the face of the one who haunted his dreams every night. Who had now started to invade his waking hours.

Nanashi gazed at someone who should not be there...

Suddenly, two somewhat powerful presence made themself know; one was the world edgiest skeleton, Dagda. And the other was a blue and gold being carrying a wicked spear and a four-eyed raven.

The...Abomination adressed them, his voice bellying a cold, ruthless desire. "Odin, Dagda...it is you have I to thank for my freedom." He languidly stretched himself, his back popping in a few places.

A terrible shiver went up and down Nanashi's spine as he tried to bury deeper in Krishna's reassuring embrace. This...this abomination...it wore a peacock feather and held a flute, Just like his Lord. He looked like his deceased master...lover...object of her protection...but his voice.

He sounded human...But there was something in there that wasn't right.

Dadga gave a smug sneer at the Norse god. "See, I told you it would work."

Odin Simply gave an all-Suffering look to the being. Nanashi had a hunch this Dagda kept boasting on the way to the ark.

"It's been too long, Krishna." Odin inclined his head, addressing the abomination cordially.

Nanashi felt his heart stop, the Angel turned a startled gaze at the lord and Krishna...Nanashi's Krishna.

He did not speak a single word, The lord's gaze was devoid of hatred...only sadness played in them as His fathomless glance never once left the Fraud.

"The threads of destiny have come undone." The fake gestured grandly, his movement...wrong. "I decree, to all the living entity rotting in this illusion called 'reality' that salvation is at hands!" his bold declaration resonated through the vast expanse of the cavern.

"W...what's gong on? Nanashi...You...this is..."

"It's not Hari." Nanashi sputtered. As he gave a hard look at the fake, he could point out around fifty things that showed this 'Krishna' to be a freaking fraud.

The face of the fraud was...thin, not emaciated, but lacked the beauty and sweetness of his Krishna. Nanashi was sure no symbols decorated his dry, mundane looking hands. The golden flute he held looked dull and dead compared to his Krishna's lively and glowing instrument.

The frauds lips where thin a dry, his Krishna's mind stealing lips were full, moist and sweet. And The Lord's golden eyes held the entire universe in them...while the Fraud's eyes held not even the spark of life, their ice blue dept held the same fog a dead eye would have.

Only Madness and hatred seemed to make him move.

And yet, Nanashi could not banish the reality that this Fake Krishna looked disturbingly like ...him.

"Aigis...Can you...Wake me up in five minutes?"

It was the fifth of March...it set up for a beautiful day...Yuki had been sick for some time now...

His body never reached the morgue...

He now stood in front of him.

'Krishna' Gestured to Odin, who lowered his head. "My Lord...Ti's was all of Dagda's plan." Odin admitted with a clenched fist, it sounded painful to acknowledge his dependence on the other God.

"And it worked without a hitch!" Dagda barked as he punched Odin in the shoulder, "And ya thought it would fail."

Odin sighed.

"Wh...What's going on? Is this...Did he..." The poor girl couldn't even form a phrase, the close encounter with the eldritch abomination leaving her completely shaken. "This...Please tell me he will help Flynn? He...Krishna's a Good guy...Right?" She managed to choke out.

"Heh, Of course, he is." The Celtic god ineffectually appeased Asahi's fear. "Here...Take this for yer trouble." He neglectfully handed his sister a respectable lump of Macca. "get Yerself something nice, ye deserved it."

"Come, Dadga. We must find Flynn as soon as possible," 'Krishna' called the god, very keen to leave the place that had held him captive for so long.

"Why? You will...to help him...right?" Asahi stuttered, sweat covering her forehead. Her skin had turned gray, her voice choked with fear.

The fraud gazed at the shaking Asahi with his empty eyes, and then glided closer to his sister.

"Halt! Do not come closer, demon!" Mai spread her wings, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

Nanashi...could not move. He could only stare in disbelief.

This...wasn't His Krishna. But it couldn't be Yuki...If he was...

"Believe in me," He was right in front of Asahi. The fake Krishna then put his filthy hand on her cheek in a parody of a gesture of affection. "And I shall give you salvation."

Thankfully, the angel was quick to cast her most potent Hama spell. Blinding everyone in the vicinity and pushing the vessel of Madness away from Asahi.

The fraud merely recoiled. Gesturing to Odin and Dagda to stay where they where. "It's alright...she is simply not used to my awesome power."

He turned back to the angel and traumatized sister. Giving them what could pass for a winning smile. "It's alright, my child...Soon, you will be freed from all pain."

'Ok...Krishna, I know you wanted this dude free. But I've never met anyone so mother-effing creepy in all my life.'

"Kripa, who said it was the abomination I desired to free?" Krishna revealed. "There is more then what you can see."

'Like the fact that I'm Aigis, A robot? And that Yuki...My Yuki's...Krishna, what's the hell's going on?' Panic grabbed at his throat, he could feel his entire world tilt on it's axis.

"I will explain later." Krishna assured as His eyes never left the fraud.

"Yes..." Odin Agreed, Leaving Dagda all but forgotten. "But first, Flynn must submit to our cause."

"Oh, Fudge-sicle."* Nanashi Cursed under his breath.

"what? What do you mean, submitting to our cause." Asahi asked, still shaken.

It was clear his sister was getting an outstanding lesson about trusting those who were clearly evil.

The fraud gaze at Asahi...and then moved his dull eyes onto Nanashi and paused for a bit...

For a moment, a familiar glimmer of life re-enter his voided pupil, some hope for salvation...

And then, it was gone.

"Krishna...Let's go, Can't miss our appointment with our hero." Dagda impatiently called out.

The fraud smirked. "Yes...Indeed." And with that, Krishna's evil copy disappeared in a swirl of Shadow, he was followed closely by Odin. Dagda lingered behind for a bit, his acid green eyes landing on Asahi and the Angel.

"Kids, things are about to get real interesting, real fast...Yah may want to wrap up whatever unfinished business ya may have." And then he too followed the other in a flurry of clovers.

Right...so he was the Son of Lady Danu.

With the oppressive power gone, Nanashi could finally breathe... And try to grasp the magnitude of what had just happened.

"T...This is Bad...Nanashi, they played us big time." His sister stuttered.

Nanashi felt Krishna's grounding, soothing hand on his aching shoulder. "Kripa...Do not let your anger get the better of you." the Lord warned.

Nanashi unclenched his fist, he could already feel the nail marks healing.

"Oh...what've we done?... I just wanted to make a name for myself. Not this!"

Krishna's little speech about selfish-selflessness re-emerged from Nanashi's memory. Now...after years of protecting his sister, He could see her for who she really was...

He...had enough.

Knowing that time was of the essence, Nanashi turned his heel and ran back to the entrance, praying to God that he would be there on time to try and salvage the situation.

And then paused, His sister had collapsed to her knees, her shoulders shaking as she realized the magnitude of her mistake.

Nanashi ran back to his sister and the angel comforting her. "Asahi...Get up, you can start your pity party once we get to Flynn." He shook her shoulder, trying to get her out of her mental headspace.

If he didn't have this luxury, then neither would his sister.

Asahi, her face pale and blotchy, looked at her brother with some hope in her eyes. "Y..your right...We can still stop them."

She got up from the watery floor, determination once again shining in her eyes. "yeah...Flynn and Isabeau should already be in Ginza, C'mon Nanashi." She grabbed her adopted brother arm and, using his for support, rushed out to try to save the whole situation.

Krishna gazed at the two as he stood beside Mai, who had been forgotten in the frantic scrambling.

"My Lord." The angel addressed the supreme personality of Godhead.

"Yes, my dear?" He gave his favourite Abrahamic angel a loving side-long glance.

"My Lord, please forgive me for I have sinned."

Krishna closed his eyes. He..not quite hated, but had a massive dislike of empty confession of sins.

He already knew what you did, and confessing the wrong would not erase it from one's records.

"Yes, I am aware...what was your sin?" He asked, nonetheless.

"I have lied." The angel revealed, now kneeling in the water with her palm folded.

"What did you lie about?"

"My Lord, I knew what was hidden under the well..."

"And? Why didn't you stop Asahi?"

"Because my lord, This is your will, and who am I to try to change your mind."

Krishna inclined his head at the self-realized soul stuck in the body of an Abrahamic version of a Vishnu-duta. "You are dear enough to me that I would take your suggestion seriously."

"Indeed...But I..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you...for giving him a second chance."

Krishna mercifully gazed at the 'Angel'...she had been one who had prayed and fasted for this opportunity.

While it was motivated, she had some Bhakti in her simple heart.

"Many desired him to return...and I've waited for him long enough." Longing passed on the Supreme Lord's face. "And I do believe you also have to return...To Asahi's smartphone." He spoke with a smirk.

The angel puffed her cheek in dejection, She like being around Krishna and out if the storage. But she also knew that things were about to get interesting.

"Let the game begin."