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{Mystic Mist Maze}

There is pressure and pain.
Fire in his lungs, nails in his head.
A loud voice that grows distant, bright lights that flare and vanish.
A sense of weightlessness. A feather. Sudden motion, blinding light, merciful bliss.

Peace

If Copen had a nickel for every time he found himself in a location filled with the evil undead, he'd have three nickels. But the fact it has happened three times already is the real problem.

The first time was in the Stratacombs, a lab deep underground made to contain and research the 'Rebirth' Septima belonging to a two-headed snake embodying envy. Well, she actually had three heads later on, or well the two heads were suppressing that one. But details, details.

At the time he was quite surprised at the blatant blasphemy that came from man trying to control the gift of life and even more outraged at the states the researchers were put into even if it was deserved. Deserved as in, what were those Sumeragi bastards expecting by brainwashing a monster into having a more violent personality? It's like starving a dog to make them more aggressive only to be surprised when the animal doesn't care about who they get to bite now. And that's all good to Copen, let both evils kill each other if they want to.

At least it was then, now he can acknowledge the bitter truth that as foul as a beast she was. She did not deserve such a treatment, no monster does. He's certain that were his father still alive at the time, then he would have removed her septisomes and be done just like that. No need to take the option of brainwashing if implementing it into a more obedient host is also possible. Not that either option would be considered as his father would simply destroy it.

(Would the girl have ended up like his sister then? Except with nobody to look out for her?)
As for whatever fate the tamed beast ends up with then? He's sure it'd be kinder than death.

Had his father been alive at all, then Sumeragi would have most likely become a true champion for humanity instead of the incorporation of evil that they were and are to the current present.

But the die has been cast and one should do what they can with what they have. He cannot bring back the tall, proud, and loving man whose genes he inherited. But he can honour his legacy by making the world a kinder one, thus avenging and inheriting the Kamizono dream. (Albeit without the name since he abandoned it for their safety)

Regardless, those what ifs had only emboldened his faith. For God had clearly sent him there to clean up the remaining insects that the Azure Striker forgot to take down during their visit. But it also made him wonder why an adept of all things, was able to take from the other side.

Does that mean the power of septima could one day rival those of the very heavens? And if so will there be a day where technology can no longer keep up with their rising powers? He quickly discarded such thoughts, believing them to be useless if not a tad too heretical while he continued his way, wiping out any undead in the vicinity before retrieving the glaive and leaving the place. Making a point to only use the Gorgon's Gaze of such an foul Septima.

For if he were to ever try to use the 'Rebirth' part of it, he's certain he would only be able to revive something to the level of a carcass and not a true living being like the adept could with herself. Not that he has reason to try, temptations perhaps, God know he's got enough dead family members to fill a closet but not one of them would want him to go down such a road.

How funny it is then that the road he does walk on, leads to yet another place filled with the living dead that's also underground. But location number 2 was not inside a once clean lab turned into a prison of blood, but an empty sewer filled with steam, metal and gore that he had to quickly make his way across in order to hunt down those who kidnapped his sister.

In hindsight he doesn't remember much of that place, just that he reached the end of the stage with haste and immediately fought against some moody, red-coloured shrimp infant that floated like a vampire, then turned into a beast and then rampaged out and about until they died of blood-loss. Their rage nowhere close enough to the level he was feeling himself.

He has no sympathy for whatever her name was, she joined a terrorist organization who's responsible for the death of his sister, or to be more precise the person he knew as her. So he felt not a shred of regret when the 14 year old child died, instead taunting her to her last second. It was easy to figure out what her nerves were simply by overhearing the conversation she had with the Hacker adept. So, he took a personal effort to make all his words ring hard.

Funny enough he doubts his mother would have agreed to that. She always pouted whenever he gave her a scoff or a look of disbelief when she told her tales about meeting angels and demons during her 'maiden' years. Things he didn't appreciate much back then but has now made an effort to be faithful so that she lives through him that way. But in hindsight…

Why would she approve of him at all? If she's looking at him from heaven (God bless her soul) then she must have already noticed how his faith has eroded and his brutality grown. He's not a kind figure that uses his family wealth and his knowledge to make the world a better place. He's not a reliable older brother that's helping his sister get readjusted to her new life. No.

He's nothing more than a demon who has thrown that all away. One that ran away the moment fate threw a curve ball that questioned the legitimacy of his actions. To chase down a bunch of adepts he knows wouldn't consists of any members shaded any other colour than black with him as the white. Yet now with Eden gone, he will inevitably have to go back.

To check on if the worries about the Azure Striker are based in reality and then to decide whether to eliminate him simply because he's an adept or not. And also, if only to see, from a distance, a very large distance, to see how the remains of his sister are doing.

And then take down ATEMS when they come looking for trouble in HIS playground and save the day. Or at least that's the best he can come up with, at the moment. Which still isn't great.

Long story short? Redemption isn't a thing, giving up isn't possible and right now he's got no idea what he's doing. And it is at that exact moment that a fire grows in his chest.

Because he's running out of air and moping underwater naturally leads to drowning.

He chokes as he stands up, sputtering and spitting mouthfuls of acidic water that were hiding in his lungs then gasps for air, finding himself on his hands and knees in waist-high sludge. His eyes now clear, his heart-rate steady, fog engulfs his view as he observes scary place the third.

"Breathe Copen." A serene yet firm voice says, making his head whip up in surprise because he swears it sounds familiar. If only a step away yet the only thing he sees are his surroundings.

He's in a forest, with trees and plants that literally every forest has. They're of a healthy green but the many vines and thorns on the side of the small river he is in look ready to give him cuts and rashes the moment he dares to try stray from the path that is the water. Water that has skeletons of fish float on its surface as they pass him by. The ominous mist covering the whole area and lowering his vision to no more than a few feet ahead inspire no confidence either.

"Stand up. There's no pain here, at least not physical. So little to endure that's not mental." Japanese, it's light in an unchildish and soothing way. A gentle caress that feels familiar.

He does, aware of wet boots but not fully feeling them. The clothes on him being his battle armor in pristine condition and his trusty Border II already in his right hand. Yet he feels like there's something missing, a main part of him that he doesn't feel comfortable without.

"Lola?" he groans out, his throat still feeling a bit squeamish.

No answer. Their partner is nowhere to be seen.

"Cute." The voice scoffs amused and a little pitying. "She's not here. No friend of yours is."

He frowns, not bothering to deign that with a response. Instead observing his surroundings, taking it all in full as the voice says nothing to allow him to fully bask it in. They feel wrong, this whole experience does. Just moments prior he was watching outlines of his memories, in true physical manifestations all in order with him the invisible bystander. A bizarre event for sure but one that can be scoffed as being no more than a dream, very unlike the downpour of cold touch, foul stench and other sensations that have come with the appearance of this scenery.

Perhaps this WAS a dream and whatever or whoever has caused a shift here is responsible for the shenanigan that he has found himself in this time. Naturally he turns towards the only suspect or well their general area.

"What's the meaning of this and who are you?" Copen asks the air, holding his gun steady and ready to aim it at the first sign of anyone who's about to do a dramatic entrance.

Only a grunt comes, "A spooky river of the illusionary dead? And guilt personified."

Cryptic nonsense, always a classic thing people love to throw at him. "Elaborate."

"Can't think of how else to describe it. It's like a water ride filled with ghosts I suppose. People you killed in the past and all that. With the ways they died just painted over them."

Copen blinks in blatant disbelief. "And why…is that a thing?"

The voice hums, as if searching for what to say next. "Guess it's supposed to make you feel guilty? As long as it distracts you while a certain intruder gets to dig for info around."

"Where are they?" Copen's on high gear the moment he hears that, his mind ringing with the usual logic of: Someone wants info of me - They will use that info against me= Stop it.

"Don't need to growl like that." The voice chastises, "Copen, look." The fog breaks, revealing before him several smaller rivers branching from the one, he's submerged in. A little twitch in his hands show off his displeasure then again so does the frown on his face and other things.

"If there's more than one path, then which one leads me to them?" he says with urgency, his head filled with information that he does not want exposed to anyone, at any costs.

He supposes there's an unseen shrug. Feels as though there is. "Choose."

Further away, Copen can hear screaming, someone calling his name, one of his titles. Another lets out deep, agonized moans of pleasure. His feet unconsciously moving, Copen heads towards the right, where the mist seems to get thicker and thicker, until there's another grey-scale vision of himself, lower the height he is now, gripping an automatic handgun in his hand.

With a tall shield in the other, though his stance is firm and unguarded while holding it. Most likely due to the temporary strength increasing nanites that course through him thanks to the white armor he wears. One fully focused on striking and taking rather than evading and mobility, but still. No matter how poor a design it was, it was enough to force a familiar pink-haired adept to kneel in front of him and perish, albeit no more than an act at the time.

"Who the hell are you?" a familiar voice, followed by familiar blue clothes and golden hair announces their presence, the Azure Striker himself enters the scene. Grey-scaled too. His gun held towards the air as he faces the younger him with an evasive stance, ready to dodge any sudden attacks that come his way, yet his clear eyes lack any sign of hostility, only caution.

"I don't have time to waste on flashbacks." Copen says, not amused by how a scene that only occurs in dramatic movie editing is happening right in front of him. So, he moves past it, only to be met with a beehive like barrier blocking the way forward, "A Hexapyle? In here?"

"The Azure Striker-Gunvolt, I presume?" The other him turns to face the adept, while Copen takes out his gun and starts blasting the barrier down. Which turns out to be a slow process without his ex-weapons while the scene behind continues to unfold without him watching.

"So, you're…an ally?" despite the clear doubt in his voice, his stance relaxes slightly. The adept believing for perhaps a single second that an enemy of his enemy could be well, what he said.

"…You're a fool." Other-Copen corrects him and then continues with a small spiel about what he's about before putting on a more aggressive posture, attacking the moment he's done.

What follows is a fight Copen remembers losing and has no interest in observing.

He continues blasting the barrier, not even sparing a detail to ponder about why a river of the dead would show a scene about two individuals he's certain are alive still. Maybe it's supposed to make him indulge in nostalgia? So that this intruder has more time to spend to seek whatever info it is that they're looking for. A shame for them then that he saw through it.

A scream of pain, followed by the sound of a gunshot that hit milliseconds ago. Makes him turn around, to witness the strange scene of the Azure Striker kneeling before the other him.

"My electricity…what did you..." the former now has a hole in his chest. Pain contorts the features of his face while he's choking on the blood that's entering his wounded lung.

"Greed Snatcher bullets, one hit will disable your Septima. And it ignores your evasion." The latter helpfully informs his prey, if only to indulge their last requests. His gun pointed at the striker's forehead now for a point-blank shot that'll finish the job. "This is where it ends."

"Hnk!" The striker's eyes widen with panic, then resolve as he tries to activate his septima to no avail. A move that other-him watches with cruel amusement despite it wasting lots of time.
"I can't let it…like this!" the striker continues trying, "I won't let Joule end up alone again!"

"Thank you for confirming one of the things I was about to ask." Other-him whacks him with the backside of his gun then forces the striker on his stomach as he grapples their right arm behind their back to hold them in place, gun still aimed. "Now I know that you are the one that's been hiding the muse. Tell me where she is, and I promise you a painless death."

The striker has the strength of will turn his head and glare at him with raw anger at the suggestion. "You keep your hands away from her!" but it does nothing, only making the other-him laugh in amusement, the mere idea of Adepts being capable of love sounding like comedy.

"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think you're in any position to make demands here?" Copen winces at the disgusting show that his counterpart is making. Half a mind to decry that he would never indulge into such savagery had he won during that time, but then remembers that this is nothing more than an artificial illusion made to make him idle, so he ignores it.

A few more shots and the Hexapyle shatters. Branches appear anew in front of him, more screams behind. More cries coming from the end of each river path. The fog erupting in volcano like spurts to reveal more of the stage. "Many choices, many concerns. Keep going."

Copen heads for the right again, not even giving a comment towards the voice or bothering to try and figure out if they're truly trustworthy. Too occupied with the thought of what he would have done had he defeated the Azure Striker back at Sinner Row. Would he truly have tried to torture the adept to force them to reveal information about the muse? He can't give a direct yes or no to that, but who is he fooling here? Best case scenario he would have held the adept hostage until the muse used her idol form to reveal herself, then make his way over to her so that he can kill both like two birds with one stone. Yet the very thought of it revolts him.

Then again, maybe it only revolts him because of Mytl? Until then the mere prospect of an 'innocent' adept sounded like nothing more than fiction to him, perhaps he would have even enjoyed how easy it would be to kill the small purple-haired girl in front of the Striker or vice-versa? Maybe even spout some line about how their love is fake and how they can die tog-

"Not to disturb your brooding. But you're surrounded." The voice interjects.

Copen's response to that remains undecided as something wraps about his ankles and pull him under, the water becoming much deeper in an instant. Not one to go down without a fight, he immediately triggers his boots and with a flaming fanfare, bursts out and floats in the air. Warily overlooking to detect whatever foes have managed to sneak out below him.

The first thing that comes is the smell of blood. vivid, nauseous. Then he sees more bodies in the water than he can make a reasonable estimate off, all of them formulating as gripping hands pointing at him, cursing, shooting projectiles at him when in the air and pulling at him when he's on the ground. No matter where he goes, he meets more hands, so many hands.

Gasping, he blinks, harsh, hisses through his teeth and dashes again, using the trees and bodies that pop out of the water as walls to bounce off while his gun shoots as many of the dead adepts and soldiers that manage to get close to him. It's no easy feat as sometimes another Hexapyle blocks his path and he's forced to dispatch of a few foes before he can continue. Every one of them wearing marks that were once the wounds that ended them.

The fog somehow gets ever denser the further he goes, swimming around him in a curling cloud. He's shouting without realizing it, ghostly hands grabbing for every inch and wanting. Seducing him forward to whatever hellish abyss waits beneath their clutches to no avail.

"Enough" He shoots, imagines that, if he could feel pain at this moment his body would be covered in scratches as he's occasionally overwhelmed by the mobs, so close to being pinned down before his boots finish recharging to let him escape just in time. The crowds of dead die, sink and re-emerge, until they make for fully fleshed out bodies again. Grey-scaled, armed and this time more detailed than before as if the closer his proximity to the culprit the more powerful they become. Or perhaps they simply grow over-time? A lot of it must have passed.

"My hands!" One of them whips his head around, commanding a familiar golem to attack, "You! You primitive! Swallowed my arms whole!" the strings of septima coming from stumps, courtesy of a twin shredder the moment they tried to use their special attack. Though the many burns they have after being buried alive in an iron coffin are far more obvious.

Copen doesn't bother with a response, simply dashing past them as he continues the fight.
Already knowing that the range of their septima won't be enough to catch up to him.

A shame he couldn't linger though, he would have claimed their head as promised then.

"Yo mack! Guess who's back? "A corpse filled with two large holes covering their chest and head smiles at him while skating on the water beneath him with no issue, "You made me dead, now I'm your head and it's time for the slayer to finally feel dread!" their terrible rhymes done, they gather crystals with their septima and kicks them with force in the air, causing them to shatter and turning the high ground into a shredder that will cut Copen up if he doesn't back down to the ground. Effectively forcing him to face off with all the foes on the ground.

The moment he lands he already has to face several attacks at once, only preventing being pinned down by a short burst of evasion before he's inevitably overwhelmed again.

There's too many of them to fight at once, he can't do this on his own.

If only Lola was here.

"Let me help with that." The voice again speaks like they're some invisible observer.

Whatever the voice did, he now feels a familiar presence. A red pod absent until this moment. Who lacks the presence or voice of the real one, but possesses Ex-weapons aplenty.

Not wasting a moment, Copen fires blades made of ice to freeze the water, immobilizing many of his foes, then with two golden drills launches himself up in the air, using the same blades as before to quickly remove any crystals shards that try to cut him up. Regaining air superiority.

Keeping up the momentum, he shoots a burst of plasma to make a hole in the ice in which chains of electricity are launched to shock them all at once. Annoying rapper included.

Then he fires golden drills to pierce through some, fires bursts of explosive fire to set others aflame and he fires, fires and fires until each one is back in it's shallow grave, until there's no more gasping moans and words that come from undead throats as he slays the adepts again and again, as many times as he needs to continue his path. Not even one of them as strong as they were back when they were alive. While he has trained, learned, and fought even more.

"I can't help but notice you didn't thank me for the gift." The voice inquires, their tone implying that they're pouting if he could see their face. "Okay fine, ignore me then…"

Most of them have no names he remembers, only a few of their voices distinct to him now. Copen shivers in sudden cold he knows he doesn't genuinely feel. But his mind stays sharp.

"The battlefield is merciless. In this, there is more dead than you are ever conscious of. No one else can hear their cries, except those that can meet them halfway." The voice adds in again.

"Are you asking me to feel guilty?" Copen asks, sharp. Only slightly hysterical as he finally sees a lake where the river is about to stop, concluding it to be the boss area. Like all prior stages.

"Do you?" The voice asks back, in a tone perhaps morose.

"Does it matter?" he spits back. "Feeling guilty won't bring them back and if I didn't kill them even more would have died. My actions though bloody and perhaps not noble are still right!"

"Do you really believe that?" the voice calls out his tone of bravado.

"…" He doesn't answer, not because he's unable to reply. But out of shock.

Because at the middle of the lake lies a small island.

And on said small island, lies a building he's very familiar with.

The Kamizono Mansion.

"Welcome home, Copen."

"She's staring pretty intently at him."

Lola states with suspicion, hovering nearby while the woman called Serpentine is in the middle of covering the boss with new bandages, having applied some advanced ointment on him that the pod identifies as safe. But even so she can't help but feel on edge because the sorceress has not for even a single moment stopped staring her boss in the face. Like what's that about?

"I don't sense any unusual Septima activity." She mutters a bit too loudly, never one to hide how she feels about a matter, so she's just as guilty of doing the same activity right now.

"Perhaps she's been entranced by him?" Hence the unhelpful comment from Prado, who's way of sitting still consists of somehow sitting on a chair with her legs crossed and her whole body leaned to one side with one hand against her cheek, to make yet another strange pose.

"Huh? Why would that happen?" Lola raises a non-existing eyebrow. Perhaps the comment was nothing more than a joke, but even so she doubts Serpentine is the kind of girl to feel anything but annoyance, anger and whatever it is girls like her feel. No offense, off course.

"Oh, you know how these stories go~" a glint of amusement shines in Prado's eye as she straightens herself, taking in a breath before continuing a ramble about knights from opposing sides, meeting in combat, spouting odd phrases as they struggle with their swords and, etc.

She tilts her head for a second to dodge a staff aimed her way, it embeds itself into a wall.
Courtesy of Serpentine but no other warning comes out as Prado keeps talking regardless.

Lola quickly tunes it out when she realizes that the knight is talking about the average plot of any trashy romance novel out there and decides to focus on her boss instead, changing her view towards a more sciency x-ray one that's too technobabble to really explain but in short.

She's checking his heartbeat, brainwaves, and other stuff to see if he's not being hypnotized or secretly mind-read this entire time. Now, the main problem concerning that is there really isn't a grand secret to figuring such stuff out so the best she can do is just look at the statistics and take action once a number or two gets so high that it can't be anything but supernatural.

Let's see there's rapid eye movement and a drop of temperature, so he's deep asleep and dreaming from what the sleep paralysis and motor functions being active are implying.

The only odd part is that his fight or flight response is on as well, but even then he could simply be having a nightmare. It's only when his heart-rate starts to rapidly increase or his he suddenly stops breathing that she'll have to worry, but as of right now, he seems to be ok.

Well, she'll stay on guard for now. Hoping that whatever nightmare he has isn't too scary.

The Kamizono estate is a mansion that's located several miles away from the nearest city. With only one road that leads to where it is, the path of it filled with sensors, hidden cameras, and enough security to locate any suspicious individual that tries to approach it. The path itself has a trail of stone statues that surprisingly aren't used as hiding spots for those cameras, instead being there as wards to repel any and all possible demonic activity as silly as that sounds.

The mansion is built in the same style as those of noble brittanians. Except the stones and wall of it are of a pure white colour, there's no front garden but there is a back one where plenty of pretty flowers are grown and a bit further away lies an abandoned science facility that Copen liked to use as his own secret base. The house's interior is filled with many rooms and tacky decorations such as golden chandeliers, fragile expensive vases everywhere and a grand hall that can lead one to basically anywhere in the mansion. Oh and it has two floors, the lower one consisting of the living quarters, a path to the gardens, one bathroom and the kitchen while the upper one has all of the bed and guest rooms alongside one large library filled with the knowledge gathered by the Kamizono family that Copen's father liked to use as his study.

The legends say that the mansion has been built by a famous foreigner craftsman that wanted to repay the first Kamizono for their hospitality during times where xenophobia was the norm and people like him would have starved. Through this tolerance and kindness, the Kamizono founder managed to obtain budding petals that once they bloomed spread words about him outside the country and basically made him one of the pioneers of the trading industry that hit Japan soon afterwards. Keep in mind this was before the days that Sumeragi owned the world.

Other more ridiculous rumours say that the Kamizono mansion is in truth one of the secret gathering grounds for a clan of demon hunters. Their eldest women trained in the holy arts and gifted with powerful tools to slay all those that come from Hell to disturb our world.

"You've made it here…how amazing." A mocking voice greets Copen's arrival, the large doors of the grand hall shutting behind him instantly as the darkness in the room swallows all sight.

"You're exactly what I hoped you'd be." They continue as the lights of the chandeliers turn on, revealing that the entire room has been filled to the brim with the undead in every corner. Some of them jump through the windows, glass staining the ground as they stay still. Others are looking down on him from the upper floor, while a few are on the chandeliers, like the woman wearing diamond-coated monk attire putting on some bizarre pose on top of a spear.

"Get out of my head this instant, or else!" Copen shouts with great anger, having restrained all his emotions so he can unleash their entire fury on the one pulling the strings.

"Or else what? Spare me your bravado." The adept shrugs, even rolling her eyes just to be more disrespectful. Then she continues, her voice turning sadistic. "You seem to have a lot of faith in yourself, your body, your cause. I'll admit your resolve is rather considerable..."

He waits for the incoming but. Already using the few seconds of silence to think of a way to quickly eliminate her, believing that without her, none of her 'minions' will sustain themselves.

"I've been digging around and frankly I consider you far from 'strong'."

Great, she's about to monologue. He doesn't give back a response. Forcing back most of the dread he feels as it doesn't matter what she knows, he'll be killing her regardless.

"You still don't have enough trust in your own power. And your mental state has been shaken by the appearance of an idea that puts doubt in your own hypocrisy." She gains a cruel smile, believing herself to be reading him like a book, which she may have done. "You want to gain enough power to defeat a monster like Zed, your pride harmed by the fact that had he gone all-out from the start you wouldn't have been able to put a single scratch on him…you threw everything you had at him didn't you? Yet he used one SP and tada, it was all so one-sided!"

Her smile drops dead in an instant, a cold glare now on her face. "But you managed to injure him still, which means you DO have the power to achieve that. You just need to understand a 'certain something' a little better…."

"Certain something?" Copen repeats, suspicion and curiosity mixed together.

"Kukuku, you look very curious." That gets an creepy grin out of her, malice blatantly pouring out of her, like she's a vulture staring down an easy meal. "But then again…."

"Why should I let you touch MY kill?" genuine anger spikes the air, "Why is he looking at you now when I'm the one he should fear the most? It's really upsetting to feel like a third wheel."

"It must be my bad boy appeal." Copen rhetorically answers, if only to put oil in the flames.
"If you want him that badly then go reserve a room and wait as I make him join you in hell."

"Oh, we have a comedian. But back to the subject, I think I'll tell you anyway." she moves away from the chandelier, floating on her spear like a witch would on a broom as she slowly shows off the entire room. "I've remade your lovely home into my personalized classroom. If you keep an eye on the lessons put in place, then you'll be well and truly 'stained' by the time you leave my nest."

"I don't need to learn a thing from a monster like you!" Copen shouts, insulted. He's more than aware of the classic 'you and I are alike' spiel but he's got no intention play any of her games.

"You don't get a choice." She calmly refutes and then from lower body to upper, she starts to fade away into mist. "Now time for lesson one, escape from this ambush and seek me out."

She disappears, her twisted game of 'hide and seek' starting with a bunch of undead attacking him in a large room covered in barriers that'll only disappear once all of them are slain.

"If you can that is…"

"Kukuku…"

Mission Start!

Author note: God this chapter was way too long, so it's a two-parter. Still, I like to see the positive side of it as it means the boss gets more of a spotlight than just a mgs3 reference.

Also yeah, Serpentine is in her armed form cause it looks cool and be shrugged off as her just wanting to look intimidating, cause it's all a spooookyy dreaaaaam boooooooooo.

I think something interesting can be done with the fact that both Copen and Serpentine have killed a bunch of people for causes that can't be considered heroic. So here I am doing that!

Jacodu out.