Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20190424132336/@comment-26517142-20190509020141

As Ikuna and the rest weighed in the decision to attack the carriers and help the fight... Jeiel had just about ended his battle with Abiathar. The vampire tottered in his burning flesh...looking near-death than being alive. Jeiel and Ran stood side by side, weapons and arms at ready.

Despite his singed body... he laughs. Abiathar...at his burnt appearance...laughs. Jeiel grits his teeth. Abiathar's eyes...narrow as he bends backward.

"AHH....to be brought to the sweet pangs of death. SO SWEET... and yet I cannot attain it. FOR MY EXISTENCE PREVENTS ME. (Grins with blood trickling down his lips) When will I EVER DIE, mm? Perhaps...when I have Hyperion's Soul...and I finish my goal."

"...to RID OF THE ULTIMATE EVIL."

ALL of the sudden... Abiathar's pupils shrink. He gasps.

"..... NO! YOU..... HAVE FOUND YOUR WAY HERE?? I-IT CAN'T... (places hands on his mouth..and with a stretched hand he yells) DISPEL!

THE barrier of red that covered the entire area disappears. It shrinks into a mere red spec in Abiathar's arms... and he looks at Jeiel. "Know this, Yozama. If you don't give me the Soul...this plane of the cosmos... WILL DIE."

AND Abiathar shrinks inside the fabric of his cassock - until nothing remains of him. As Jeiel watches this....he looks in confusion. What...made the Vampire retreat in fear?

He look to the sky...and he nearly falls in shock. He sees a gigantic gold lined triangle...with a single eye in the middle - that blinks and stares at him. He blinks ---

The eye is gone.

Ran : JEIEL YOZAMA ! YOUR WIFE IS --!!

Jeiel senses it too. An aura of blood...damage...pain....coming from one pure soul. Jeiel launches into the air - and carrying Ran from the waist he flies to where Cybele was...

Cybele is still knocked down on a tree. Hastily she listens to Despoina and opens her eyes...and what she sees remains the same. A red background....blood pouring everywhere...and her mother walking there.. her back stricken with swords.... Her hands smeared in blood...her face...

....there was no face. Was it even her mother? She could not tell. But the voice was the same.

".....LITTLE....FLOWER....."

"YOU'RE NOT REAL, YOU'RE NOT REAL, YOU'RE NOT REAL!!!!" Cybele screams. She lands.on the ground...and the constructs beat her ...tear at her clothes....wound her...

She cried. For one person alone.

="....Jeiel.... Jeiel.... SAVE ME....!!"=