Hope you like it - and that it makes sense ;) - It's a quick one

VATICAN CITY - ROME - THAT MOMENT

The good father had been a staple of the great halls of the Vatican for as long as any could recall. A veritible part of the decorations... and just as easily overlooked, and ignored. Pity; after eighteen hundred years of steady, devout wading in the shallows of this holy sea - and not one sick day - you would think they'd notice him.

His cheap, drugstore bought cellphone rang, and he snatched it up from his robes.

"Hail Caesar," the familiar voice chimed mockingly, "Still trolling the halls you helped build? Tell me - Centurian Longinus - if you knew all of this would transpire? Would you have still been so anxious to test for death with your spear to his gentle heart? Or would you have thrown yourself upon it first?"

"You have a question? Or are you just wasting both of our times for amusement... 'Jack?'"

"A question? Oh, you mean about the whole 'Don Quxiote's daughter' issue?"

The priest looked about himself for a moment, then fingered his rosary beads, and muttered in Latin. A pair of Vatcan guards standing a few meters away, suddenly closed their eyes in pain, hands over their wireless earpieces. He smirked as he passed them, making the sign of the cross. They would forget his face, and remember the sudden ringing in their ears.

"What of her? Isn't it obvious what he wants done?"

"HE wanted it?," the Ripper answered in astonishment.

"Yes brother, our brother told me himself... HE spoke to him."

The murderer changed his tone dramaticaly "Where is she?"

"With the sun bitch's carcass. Himiko escaped."

"How!?" the Ripper screamed in disbelief, "That isn't possible! That Cult? The Solari? HOW!? They were burning women according to Collins... that stupid mutt."

The father smiled at this most rabid of their masters dogs sudden tantrum, "They are all dead to the last. Still, the deed is done."

"I intoned the rite myself! I looked in the dying, traitorous bitch's eyes as they all scattered, and spoke the very words of her unending confinement... 'Here are you bound, by a woman, in an act born of hate; and only by a woman...'" his voice trailed off, "She? How?"

"Ask her yourself... before..."

Silence on the other end of the phone. A breath, and then, "Shes on the island?"

"Mmhmmm."

The monster found hope, "Well, she's on it With IT then: the 'un-formed'... or whatever that sniveling rabbi called it. Wait... golem. That was it, a golem"

"The General?"

"Not a general the last time I saw him," the Ripper mused, his mood lightening, "I saw a massive pile of dead bodies I myself carved into a huge man-creature, brought to life with a scap of paper with a single word scribbled on it inserted in it's mouth - the removal of which is the only way to stop it - and given independent will by the ensnared tortured soul of that fool errand boy of Himiko. Sepukku?" he laughed, "What part of 'no one leaves' did he misunderstand?"

The priest waited, knowing this one enjoyed his ranting.

"That old man promised it would work. That poor self-deluded fool; he honestly thought he was going to control it against us. Maybe he knew his kids were already dead. It still makes me laugh - that look on his face when I ran him through. Oh hell. Perhapse she'll figure out how to kill it... if she can figure out what it is. I'll go back to England, just in case. Good b..."

The he father interupted, "Say it... Caligula?"

The Ripper chaffed at his own ancient nickname, "'Hail Lord Trinity.'"

...

YAMATAI - TEN HOURS LATER - CLIFF VILLAGE

They stood, staring down at the sheer cliff face Lara had climbed to reach the bridge leading to the radio tower. One of the tunnels had opened up behind the waterfall. Most others opened into tombs, behind bunker lockers, everywhere.

Lara and Evan had gone off alone, as the countdown neared it's end.

She held his hand, as his other held her... between her thighs. "Stop that!," Lara gasped, swatting at Evan's probbing fingers "You are a crazy man! I... "

"Am irrresistable," he showed her his watch, "Times up," he moaned. Her lover kissed her, his hands grasping her buttocks firmly, breaking the thought she had to pieces she wouldn't bother to collect.

She closed her eyes as they continued to kiss, rubbing her crotch against his burgeoning erection.

He opened his mouth to her soft, probing tongue, and gasped as she slid her warm, strong fingers under his belt, and waistband of both shorts and boxer briefs to once more lay claim to his manhood.

"You seem to be healthy," she sighed playfully.

He unhitched her gunbelt, "Should be," he moaned as he removed, and tossed the Magnum from her back-strap away,"plenty of exercise with a tomb raiding Amazon godess in shit-kicker boots."

Soon they were unarmed, and reaching for one another when...

SLAM!

The sound of something huge being crushed flat echoed from below, followed by gunfire.

The two collected their guns, and rushed to the cliff once more. Lara just shook her head, no longer fased by it all. She turned to her lover, "Shall we... James?"

"You great big, cock-blocking bastard!,"Evan shouted as he glared at the huge giant oni sweeping his war mace at the scurrying frenchmen in the village below