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Kotomine_Rin:
The Leader of the Cultists

A coarse laughter rasped through the televisions, like offal being ground out of a rusted machine. "Ufufufu... The elven queen. It is such a pleasure. But my my, you seem upset. Why the sour face? Did you not once cull our own kind the same way? Oh, but of course. It is perfectly reasonable and sane to do so when the grand future of your kin is at stake." It paused before winking at them. But static was slowly starting to overtake the channel, making it harder and harder to hear or see intelligibly.

Meanwhile, the serpent was torn to shreds. Cultists turned and fought with their guns and weapons, but were being gradually subdued by the candle men, though not as onesidedly as it should. The weirdest part was how these humans fought without the regard the living usually gave to their meagre existences. They'd rush into fatal wounds, gleefully brandishing weapons as long as they could take down the opposition. It was utter chaos.

"But you know, no matter how hard you smack that snake... it won't make them come back, will it? So why bother? Why not let *bzzzztt* wash this whole city away, just like it should have 10 000 years ago? War, violence, let us purge such *bzzt* Is there no greater salvation I ask?"

And the static stopped. The hydra fell. Now, there was but one final cry from the people.

"Save us!!"


M E A N W H I L E . . .

As her brethren and cultists fell around the fox girl, as she gripped the body of the handsome man, her vision began to grow a bit darker, hazy. The wounded body began to crack and visibly age, before slowly crumbling like empty clay between her fingers. The cold sensation would be the last reminder she'd ever have.

But something was crawling into her mind. While everyone was busy fighting, a dark smoke was seeping into her brain, like sweet honeyed words.

"They're too far. They're too late. This body will not last." Isn't it frustrating? Isn't it infuriating? Being unable to protect anything? Being a weakling tossed around.Everyone is fighting around, meanwhile all you're doing is crying. Can't you make yourself useful already?"

The void was feeding information directly into her. The one way she could save that man, whose body had just reached its limit...

Aiden:
Serana

"... ah."

She was going to have to brutalize her servant more when this farce was done and over with. Serana approached the so-called Hollow Queen as she indulged in her indecent feast of flesh. She stood next to her,  examining her handiwork with a critical and unblinking eye. "You do seem rather decisive. That is a good quality for a ruler."

Then the lich turned her eyes up to one of the strange 'televisions' again. "Are you familiar with that particular example of vermin?"

yinsukin:
Hallow Queen

The Hallowqueen groaned with displeasure, stuffing her expanding mouth with the corpse of the hydra.  Her belly expanded, its size a mere fraction of the beast.  Digestion had already begun.  Hearing the girl's words, she turned towrds her, her smile fading rapidly.  "Why thank you," she said, her pupils darting towards the TV.  "This sort of thing is more common than you would think but less common than it feels."

She sighed.  "I have never had to deal with a mess like this..."  The strange thing about her speaking was she sounded more tired than alarmed, as if she didn't want to deal with any of it.  Turning to the TV she shouted,

"Ironic that you call us monsters but you result to such tactics.  Release them and come fight me.  I will call off my men!  If you kill them, I will make your last days as painful as possible."

Aiden:
Serana

The lich queen crossed her arms, her eyes moving between the so-called Hallow Queen and the television. Was she attempting to negotiate with them? What a foolish strategy - but then, Serana supposed this woman was not a necromancer. "Yes, do come forward. I wish to witness the mettle of this world's humans. Are you as wretched as the ones I'm so unfortunately acquainted with?"

What was her wayward servant up to over there, anyway? Pretending that something like this could hurt it.

Kotomine_Rin:
Zeke

While the candlemen were busy finishing suppressing the assailants, he opened his eyes weakly, confused by the alien surroundings around him. It was like he was a child again, waking up from some dream.

"What is... going on...?"

But amidst the confusion and chaos, the fox girl dragged him away without mercy. She slipped along with the crumbling husk, her eyes darkened by a spell, and her form cloaked by dark illusions. She sneaked past the crowd  into a manhole leading into the sewers. With no eyes turned to them, they disappeared. Something was just too uneasy, he had to take care of this body, and fast. A mere bullet should not do this much damage, unless...

BZZT

Serana. My dear Serana. My cute adorable Serana. I don't think he can hear you. It's probably a recording... A coarse, dark whisper ran through his leader's very large and cute ears, in the form of a single black moth who posed on her shoulder.

He noticed it first. The hydra, the bullet, everything was aimed to take him down. It was as if there was a mole in Salvation itself, who had managed to nearly kill him while he let his guard down. His dear master was safe, but something about this was not right. And he had too many things to take care of right now... "Help. P-please." His weak voice trembled inside the sewer gates, but it was drowned by the snapping sounds of dark, forgotten beasts working on his body against his will.

The spider whispered nonetheless. Looks like it's taken care of, for now though. I should go, it isn't safe for me here. Erm, the cultists look taken care of. Why don't you take the steering wheel now? Weave this little accident into a story, and make it a good song while you're at it. Something to get the masses to hate these humans who dared attack them, and love their heroic Savior. So many shops broken, oh how grateful would they be for a generous donor helping out a friend in need. Or don't. Urgh, my eye hurts, like, a lot.

It still didn't answer the question though. Who could have done such a thing? But the truth is, it was a question that needed no answering.

He knew who dunnit from the start.


? ? ? ? ?

"Kahahah! No dice. Looks like he escaped. No luck on the assassin either, or that lousy pet. Jeez, today's just not your day, huh Lamespeare?"

A burning bird cackled over the clouds around a transmission tower. Hanging on it, a masked, cloaked figure grabbed onto the metal structure, before removing the mask...

"I warned that woman. If she is wise, she'll do what is right. My part here is done."

With that, the ashen man smacked the cane on the structure, jumped down, and caught his companion before flying away. Much like his entrance, his exit was unremarkable.

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