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DON'T LISTEN TO ONDORE'S GAIA'S LIES!
I AM BASCH FON RONSENBERG!
So. Demonbusters' ending sucked balls, ja? This ending better! Much better!
...This is chapter one of my new ongoing project that will probably be abandoned halfway through, elaborating on the direction Gaia and its denizens would have gone had Sentinel truly won. COMPLETE WITH UNDERGROUND RESISTANCES.
Hopefully I don't abuse the characters too much...I should probably do more research before I get too far into this.
And thus, we begin.
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Sentinel was poised to strike. Her victim was helpless, disoriented and pinned beneath her. Her mace was hoisted above her head, ready to deliver the crushing, finishing blow to the Overseer…and to every member of His Benevolent Order throughout Gaia.
“S-sentinel…!” the Overseer rasped, shocked and breathless. He doubted he could forestall his demise for long…but he’d try. “Wh-what are you doing?! Are you mad…?!”
Sentinel tilted her chin vaguely upwards, and smirked. “Because of our little disagreement, I ended up locked in a box of nightmares. For a thousand years. And you ask if I’m mad?” Her eyes narrowed. “Heh. Who wouldn’t be?! Of course I’m mad! A little on the insane side too, I bet.”
“Please! Think about what you’re doing!” he pleaded, trying to reach a last remaining fragment of the kind young demigoddess she once was...though he knew that that Sentinel had died long, long ago. “That worm! Remember it?! Y-you can…you can do whatever you want with it! Give it fangs, claws…fire breath, even! Just…do not do this! Do not make this mistake, Sentinel!”
The mace was swung. Missing was impossible.
The Overseer’s final sight was Sentinel’s manic expression, lost completely to her madness.
“It’s a stupid worm. Nobody cares about that anymore.”
With a wet cracking noise, the battle was decided. The Overseer was dead…but she wouldn’t stop there. She continued to swing until the Overseer’s face was unrecognizable, a mass of blood, protruding bone, and brain matter. She swung and swung, not content to leave well enough alone. She had to prove to herself she had defeated him. That he was not coming back.
The throng watched in rapt attention, some repulsed, some overjoyed…but the one thing they all shared was that they could not look away.
“N-no…” breathed Sam. She couldn’t believe it. They had lost. The good guys…lost. She sank to her knees, eyes still snared by the bloody vision before her.
Gino, who had spent up to this point trying to cover up his nakedness, stopped squirming to watch the spectacle. His attention was snared just as much as everyone else’s. ‘That…the Overseer…possessed me the entire week? Making me run around like this? …and now he’s dead…’ Gino swallowed uncomfortably. ‘You’re such a pansy, Gino! Why can’t you ever do anything on your own! You could have…’
He stopped. He was right, he couldn’t have done anything. He would have been as weak and spineless as ever. The only times he could ever be useful, his actions were always controlled by another. ‘That’s all I am, huh. A puppet. First for my father, and now for this dead demi-god.’
Liam blinked in disbelief. There was no way…there was no way this was all serious, was there?! That Sentinel was one hot chick, but she was batshit crazy! She completely obliterated that other guy! Shouldn’t someone have stepped in and stopped all this before it went out of hand? That always happened before!
…so what was wrong now…?
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It was raining outside the Barton Bar. The sudden cloudburst tonight was disorienting, on what had been such a calm, clear day. A cloaked, pumpkin-headed figure leaned on a table, across from two middle-aged men; one blond, one with graying brown hair. The blond, Gambino the senior, leaned forward as well, and gave a hearty laugh.
“Bwa-ha-hah! Knew this whole mess would blow over! So, Jack, you’re saying you just waltz in there any time and stop all this nonsense?”
“ ‘Course,” said pumpkin-headed Jack in his raspy voice. “You really think I’d let Gaia end up overrun by insane cultists? Just having a bit of Halloween fun!”
The third, Edmund, looked out the window into the heavy rain. “I don’t really think much of your idea of ‘fun’. Do you know how many people are taking this seriously?”
Gambino elbowed Edmund playfully. “C’mon, you loved it too! You know you’ve just been looking for an excuse to dress up like Batman!”
Edmund harrumphed. “I just hope you remember to stop this madness in time.”
Jack chuckled. “Of course, of course! I told you, just a bit of fun!”
The bell on the door chimed; someone was coming in. Hastily, too. It was a young hooded woman, her robes signifying her as a member of Sentinel’s army. She gathered the hood of her cloak further over her head, so now only the slightest strands of brown hair remained visible. Was she afraid of being identified?
“Everyone! You need to hide! The Sentinel’s gone mad! She’s killed the Overseer! Please!”
The three sat at the table, dumbfounded…Jack most of all. This child couldn’t be telling the truth, could she? There’s no way this hatred could have come to such a boil so quickly.
With a dark, wraithlike flash, he rushed out the door.
“Halloween fun, eh?” Edmund muttered. “Why do I have a feeling this will be worse for Gaia than last year…?”
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The young woman stepped outside the bar into the thick rain. She was…horror-struck by what had happened this Halloween. It wasn’t supposed to go this way! She’d only joined Sentinel’s side because she felt bad for them! She thought they'd be hurting for membership! She didn’t think evilness would be so popular!
But then…he had joined this side as well. That sleazy, good-for-nothing vagrant. That sleazy, good-for-nothing, wildly attractive vagrant. It didn’t take her long to realize he was pretty. Not in the way that puppies, and Angelic Imps, and flowers were pretty. Pretty in the way that…guys were pretty. But he was the kind of guy who always had all sorts of women in that filthy wagon of his; nothing she wanted anything to do with. Besides, he was too old for her. She was, what? Sixteen? Maybe seventeen? Who knew how old that guy was? But who cares about him? There were more things to think about than some disgusting Casanova.
She ambled along, drinking in the sight of the city…this would probably be the last time it was so calm and pretty and nice. She came to the south gate; she rarely went outside the city gates, thanks to the patrols of Animated that had been there since…almost exactly a year ago, actually. Last Halloween.
She leaned on one of the vendors’ stalls there, patting the canvas that covered it up for the night almost affectionately…and began to wonder if anyone would actually require it anymore. She sold flowers and smiles. Useless things, now.
Or were they? In these desolate times, people were going to need hope! Even small things, like a bouquet or a kind word, could cheer a person up!
Her resolve restored, she flung the cover off of the stall, revealing a cart filled to the brim with flowers and gardening tools. Taking her customary place beside the cart for old times’ sake, she giggled and smiled.
“Welcome to the Barton Flowershoppe!” she exclaimed to the empty square…everyone who might have been here was probably off watching the grisly spectacle between Sentinel and the Overseer.
“You can make it through this, Rina,” she said to herself. “You’re going to be these peoples’ source of cheer and happiness! It’s the least you can do!”
She realized the rain had begun to clear.
Things would get better. They had to! It wasn't like they could get worse!
“Forgive me for the choices I made, everyone. I’ll try to make it up to you all.”
 Cress Sybellos · Tue Nov 10, 2009 @ 07:44pm · 0 Comments |
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