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The Great Western Mountains

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SINIB:
Ivanna

He found Ivanna in a cave, lit warmly by paradoxically black fires lined up along the wall. There was little in the ways of amenities, but an exquisitely carved nook in the side of the cave sported a stone bed and chairs to rest upon. The angle herself sat upon her bed, clad in a black dress of her own molted feathers which left just as much of her body exposed as her prior outfit—perhaps it was simply her tastes to dress in such a manner.

"Ah. I mean, isn't that a silly question? I obviously wouldn't be fine after what happened, haha..." She chuckled drily, wrapping herself with one of her midnight black wings. She nervously ran her small hand down its majestic length. "Why did you seek me out, Vanagandr?" She asked with little of the solemn air which he was used to. Instead she sounded like a tired old woman.

Kotomine_Rin:
Vanangandr

He looked shock when he saw her, but it all paled before his gaping eyes once he heard her. A sharp, painful thing was stuck in his throat, like a stone lodging whatever thoughts or feelings he may have. Instead, he hesitated, with a pitiful clenched fist.

He didn't know what to do in these situations. To fight demons, to protect others, using his power was the only thing he knew. It's why he wished his mentors taught him what he should say.

He didn't know her pain. He wasn't sure he could understand it. But even so, even so...!

A man takes an action. A step forward.

"I'm sorry!"

He bowed to her with such fervor it was almost comical, but everything about his words was as sincere as the fire in his heart. To what he apologized, even he did not know. It was the only thing he could say, the only thing he knew how to say. So he said it, with such loudness the clouds nearly shook, with trembling fists and his eyes shut. He had no sworn allegiance to her, there was no oath binding him to her or her rule. It was illogical. But even so, it's as if he awaited her to strike him down.

SINIB:
Ivanna

Despite the absurdity of the situation; despite its insanity, all it elicited from the small angel's lips was a dry chuckle accompanied by eyes as dead as hades. She ran a hand through her raven hair and shook her head, reliving trillions of years in but a moment. So many years spent, ruling by His side, executing his will with unwavering duty. Unwavering faith. Now gone, pointless, and immoral.

"I don't know why you're apologizing, but a lifeform as lowly as myself is ill-deserving of such theatrics. Please, sit. This surely could not be have all you came here to do."

She stared at him with those dead eyes, cold and unblinking.

Bern:
William

"Folishness, it's not her you should apologize to. Apologize to yourself.... Vanguard" The moment that name was spoken by that voice th world itself trembled. The Mountains and the Heavens never forgot, no matter how many countless axons passed, they remembered. Next came Him.

The thing which shouldn't exist.


One-Who-Stand-Outside

Transmigrant, This wasn't a mere echo, no mere remnant of a passed age long forgotten. No this one who had reached the furthest depths. As above so below The bottom is the the top, and the top is the bottom. The Crown existed in the Kingdom, and the Kingdom held the Crown.

He had appeared at the entrance, or perhaps the entrance had appeared for him to enter.

 "Did you already forget? It is we who shall judge the Angels! How much more have you forgotten?"

Kotomine_Rin:
Vanangandr

"Don't you dare say that! You're not lowly, not in the slightest. Besides, you're my friend." He grit his teeth when he said that, but he said it with the same honesty and kindness as ever. He really didn't know any better. All the power he had, and he couldn't protect a single girl. His words were awkward, but he meant every breath and was ready to fight for it.

Enough of that sad look. He took a step forward, extending his hand. But whatever wish of helping he may have had, it was soon cut to naught. A voice soon echoed in the cavern, neither his or hers. A mysterious stranger, a man who almost looked familiar. He'd have welcomed him with a meal and a smile, but he instinctively understood he wasn't here to mingle. He clenched his fist and listened.

That was his first mistake. Because the moment he heard that voice...

"Wha? What are you - kh!"

Vanangandr clutched his temple in pain. He nearly knelt, forcing himself upright by sheer force of will. But the voice, that voice...



"Another failure. These bodies aren't even good for recycling, let alone my hounds. You're friggin useless for a senpai."

As the mechanical tower chewed up the meat and bones remaining, another body was rolled down the conveyor belt. From the outside, cold angels of metal and magic watched over the children of the Tower, gating them off in their glass container. Each one wore a simple white shirt, a bracelet, and a number identifying them. It was like looking at cattle.

He couldn't see any of it. It was so dark, so painful. As he wiped away tears, he could hear the different voices through the looking glass. A coarse, almost violent sneer - and a soft, melodic tune, as honeyed as a scholar's - yet with the cold disdain reserved to ash.

"No. It's their imperfection that makes them have worth. It's by hammering and breaking the materials that we can extract the ore - the essence that we will mold to pave the future.
It's for the sake of our dreams, that we cannot afford to slow down."

There was a silence. Then, the coarse voice nearly spat. "You're a sick fuck."

Crunch. Crunch. Munch. Munch. The machine ate the remains of the last test subject he'd see of his big brother. After a while, he heard another voice. A voice with strength, and something a man might attribute as focus. But to a child, it sounded like something a hero would say.

"The First Tower was the folly of Man, but this one, will be Their folly."



"Indeed! It was our eternal crusade that brought us this far, to this world teetering with life and possibility! All our sacrifices here have led us to this moment, last child." An ashen puppet stepped in, broken and battered - held together by naught but fiery strings to the tune of a cackling burning bird. Within its cracks, within the broken shell... laid the eternal abyss, and the stars. But if one were to look carefully, you'd notice it was naught but a trick of the light. He hadn't bothered to show up here. Yet the seraph may just recognize the voice.

At this moment, he didn't care.

The boy clutched his face in pain. In confusion. That broken puppet... looked... sounded like his mentor in the citadel. And yet it all felt off now. Like when he first approached him months back, to talk about the city. To tell him about that child... and the forest. And he... stabbed him then, and took something from that place. He still had no idea why! But even if he had so many questions, even if there was so much he wanted his mentor to tell him...

He moved in between them and his friend.

"I don't care about any of it! What the hell is going on!"

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