Apparently the look in John’s eyes was enough to convince Herman that the Gar would no longer obstruct his plans. Or maybe he was just confident that he could spare another Illusion. “Quite sorry, Jane, I won’t necessarily need that bit of your blood, but I’d much rather be safe than sorry when my life’s work is at stake,” Herman said and healed the small cut while passing her.
“Ya don’t get to use my na,” the Lightbearer hissed and retreated next to John. Neither of them trusted the man, but their escape route was as simple as dropping all the magical signs on their body and running twenty tres out of the building. They were just two walls away from mundane crowds.
The Betrayer of All positioned himself underneath the heart and stretched his hand upwards. “The incubation phase is complete. It’s just a bit of a push now,” he announced and magic flared from his hand upwards in a beam.
The consolidated heart beat once, then contracted into an oval shape two tres across. It hovered down, further flowing and diminishing in size, until it began to take a definite shape. A torso, four long limbs, gradually refining into arms and legs, hand and feet. A head pushed out of the mass of the chest. All of it was blood red and smooth. A skeleton began to form inside.
The forming body arrived in front of Herman and he ramd his hand into the forming skull. John wanted to intervene, but he had no idea what was going on exactly. Then Herman pulled out the familiar spinal object.
The object squealed in a high, angry pitch. It rang in John’s ears, a protest of violent wrath, incapable of being executed with the rib-like legs of the elongated, tal thing. It tried to return to Thana’s head, winding in Herman’s grasp.
“What a barbaric usage for you… Erlösungsgestattung.” Upon hearing that single word, the spine suddenly froze. A sound almost like a relieved sigh echoed through the room and it lay still in Herman’s hands. “Catch!” The Betrayer of All threw it at John, who disobeyed that order and side-stepped the lead-grey object instead. It bounced off the floor. “Wow, dude, that’s a tracana, treat it with so respect. ngele using it for lab-sedation isn’t its fault.” Herman shook his head. “The youth these days. You would make Jesus cry.”
John did not care for the words and Herman did not care to talk any further. Both of them instead looked at the body that had been finishing its generation.
She was pale, sickly so. Skin that had never seen a single sun ray, a slightly blue tinge to it. Her hair was similar, white at the top, shifting into blue at chin length. It maintained the azure colour all the way to her hips. She had a cute nose and her violet eyes were fascinating. John vividly rembered them, like shattered glass or brilliantly cut gemstones they had been – they were. Within them there had been two rings, one complete and thin at the outer layer, the other made from six golden dots around the black of her pupil. Her naked figure was still as he rembered her, quite attractive. For a girl her size she had big breasts, a C-Cup, with wide hips and smooth skin.
“Seven dots now,” Herman said, holding her chin as he inspected her like a laboratory rat. “I still do not understand what she is, what I wouldn’t give to conduct more research… apparently there was so excess in raw material, to cause her hair to grow beyond its original state. Ah, well, I gave her back to this world, so I got what I wanted.” He let her chin go and the body slumped over like a wet sack of potatoes. “Well, it seems her body is back, but her spirit might need a while longer to recover,” Herman clicked his tongue, “I wonder if she will have her mories? It is really saddening that I won’t get to see it.”
“What do you an?” John asked, still keeping his distance.
“Oh co on, the answer is pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Herman giggled and coughed. For a mont the liar was aging rapidly, then he pulled the mask over his face and took a deep breath. A green cloud left the arcane systems of the contraption and once he put it aside, the aging process had stopped. Stopped, but did not revert. “Why do you think I put this eting together? Why do you think no one is here? Where do you think I got all that blood from? What do you think Gaia is going to do with ?”
John closed his eyes. “I just hoped that there was a way you weren’t a complete piece of shit. How many veterans did you sacrifice?”
“Well, a lot of it was the blood reserves the Bloodfallen still had, which I stole while you were busy being bored. To answer your question though: 129, I had to cut them one by one. Also had to kill the people who work here, because, you know, no witnesses, also I made use of their blood too, I had to construct a brain that would actually function normally,” Herman admitted. “Do you know how hard it was to track all the normal people ngele gave Thana’s blood to? Not all that hard actually, I still had the official docunts morized. Took like an evening. Scheduling the event however was a bit more annoying, I had to gather them all in one place, you know. My thanks to you, Jane, by the way.”
“Why that?” Rave hissed, her cat ears were flat on her head.
“Mhm, let reveal it slowly to you. You know, I used to be an assistant for ngele and…”
“I know that part already,” John cut him off, “Thana told , get to the point.”
“Party-pooper, but whatever. After I saw my goal, to create the perfect human, snatched away from by so lowly communist deserters, I was devastated. I needed Thana, recreating sothing like her, no matter how often I tried within the USSR, was impossible.
“She was a unique item, the genuine article, the perfect prototype for humanity’s advancent. And she was lost. I had betrayed the Nazi’s to secure her, not that they didn’t deserve it. Then I betrayed the Blood, sold their secrets to the Sons of Odin. Then I betrayed them to get an ally in Britain, then I betrayed so more. Always in the search of the knowledge that would allow to repeat that experint. Maybe ngele had held sothing from ? That youngster was just so much more talented than I was, and he didn’t stop to let know. Bastard called Golden Grandpa, because I chose Aurum as my alias in these tis. Smug prick.
“I was at the end of my life. Rejuvenating beca harder and harder, eventually the treatnt would stop working and I would die. My cure, the perfected human, was still missing. Then, as if the hand of fate really existed, I found you, John. Through you I found her. At the very end of my life, finally, I would be able to study her, maybe decode her secrets. Her decay was stoppable and she had been young for all this ti, all I needed was to understand her and then I could save myself. I would create the perfect human in the shape of . I needed to confirm that I was dealing with the real sample, however, and not so cheap copy of her blood’s effects. I had plenty of those myself. So, I encouraged our friend Travolta to dabble in alchemy a bit more.”
“You slimy piece of shit,” John growled and clenched his scaled fist.
“See, I knew that would make you angry,” Herman mused. “Although I wouldn’t have needed complete understanding to predict that part. Well, after I had confird that it was indeed the true thing, I needed a way to get her out and I needed to know what state she was in.” The Betrayer of All pointed at Aclysia. “First, I cozied up to Jimmie, but the guy left after Travolta’s death, a really annoying dent in my plans. I needed a new anchor in your group, so I waited for one of you to show an emotional opening. Guess what easy prey the newly born golem was, going through the typical motions of awakening to free will.”
“I trusted you,” Aclysia whispered.
“OF COURSE YOU DID!” Herman laughed, and took a quick refresher of whatever in his mask kept the ageing at bay. “You had no other choice but to. What do you think I did when I was inside John’s head? Simply look around through your eyes? I only needed to know if she was in that tank or not, the rest of the ti I spent sniffing through your heads, learning every single sordid detail about you two.” Mockingly he raised his hand to the back of his head and scratched in an awkward fashion. “Creating a role you couldn’t help but like afterwards was an easy task. The only ti my plan was even a bit in jeopardy at that point was when that stupid receptionist didn’t know . Must have missed her when I loudly proclaid my ‘internship’.”
“But why did you need us to carry Thana out?” Rave asked.
“Do I need to spell it out over and over again?” Herman returned his own question. “I am not a fighter. I could have sneaked in and out of the base without a problem, but moving that container? Impossible. I needed a force strong enough to break through there, and so random rcenaries wouldn’t do. I an, you saw the ones I got my hands on, right? Pri garbage. The only other option, Moira and the Order, was not even an option, righteous bunch that they are. So, I just made it presentable to you guys that, maybe, you could have saved her. I was certain you would succeed too, then I would tell you that we had to take her to the hospital, proclaim her dead after all and have her body vanish into so backroom where I would continue my experints, a few days later I would, at a bar or sothing, tell you that I was going to be moved into a different hospital. I would vanish from your life without another sound.
“But then you IDIOTS had to smash the tank. She got out and even the second attempt, to subdue her and try to save her with considerably less ti failed. Then she was dead. I had nothing to live for. My goal was now out of reach. Out of pure desperation I took a look at your blood, Jane, and that’s how I found it. Her blood was still dormant inside you, with the right solution I could activate it again and the best part: It was self-restoring. I just needed to provide the direction, it would take care of the rest.
“But how much would I need? As much as I could get. I stole the reserves still in the Bloodefallen’s Headquarters. What I could take out of the guilds that Bloodfallen had vassalized, I bled dry. The lion’s share would have to co from live subjects though. Luckily ngele had, unknowingly, left that little present. A shiny, golden, but poisoned apple. Sacrificing normal humans, it would an that I would be eradicated, completely removed from existence. Nothing of my soul would remain. Isn’t that right, Gaia?”
The fra of reality broke apart when he muttered that question. The three dinsions drifted away from each other, sparks of physical energies unloading between them as John’s eyes tried to conceive what was happening but were only answered with incomprehensible pain. Every sound was muffled but the tearing sound, like a thousand layers of cloth suddenly being ripped apart, that accompanied Gaia’s appearance between him and Herman from a portal that was behind the betrayer of all. Physics collapsed and restructured in the ti it took a human to understand what he was seeing.
“And despite that knowledge you did it, you hurt the children,” Gaia spoke with such terrible rage that all thoughts John had about whether or not fate existed were drowned in it. There was no way a being this angry about the loss of life would have let it happen if she was in control.
‘Is she, after all, just another player with other rules?’ John asked himself as the green haired deity stretched out her hand. ‘Or has she chained herself to undo fate?’
Herman looked at her with a baffled expression. Then he laughed freely. “How does any of that make sense?!”
The supre goddess’ finger connected to his chest and he vanished. Where he had just stood his outline left a dark spot, as if soone had cut a human shaped hole into reality. Gaia had eradicated every bit of him without a trace, even the light that had touched him. With a thunderous roar the vacuum was filled as air collapsed on the spot.
John was suddenly breathing very fast, the sight caused so deep-seated panic inside him. It wasn’t the death that scared him, he himself had killed before, it was that the death of Herman was beyond absolute. The absolute eradication of his existence, removed so cleanly not even his feelings would enter an Illusion Barrier. The word ‘gone’ could not encapsulate the depths of his true death.
“Let this be my warning to you as well, John Newman.” Gaia peeked over her shoulder. Her eyes flashing, a black light shining inside them. Despite all of the physical improbabilities of the last seconds, this one was the most terrifying in a way. “Never break my taboos. Do not interfere with the lives of normal humans.”
She didn’t wait for his response, simply vanished as abruptly as she had co. Physics snapped back into place, leaving John and his group stunned. They hadn’t fought, they hadn’t saved anyone, but they were safe and left with a chance. The elentals vanished before the unlikely happened and a random person stumbled in here. Siena alone stayed behind, but hid in his shadow. The cat ears disappeared from Rave’s head.
The two of them stood over the body of Thana. Her eyes were now closed and her chest was slowly, but steadily, rising and falling. “You wouldn’t object if we took her with us, would you?” John asked, just to be sure.
Rave strongly shook her head, “I heard what she had to go through. She’ll still have to apologize to once she wakes up though.” There was a bit of a quiver under her voice. If she was afraid, it did not stop her.
“If she even rembers,” John mumbled and picked the pale girl up from the carpet. It occurred to him that this was the first ti that she had ever slept.
“Explaining all of this to Lydia will be a whole different beast, though,” Rave tried to introduce so levity into the situation. John repressed the urge to awkwardly scratch his head. He had his hands full at the mont. Even without that, just knowing that it was a part of Herman manipulating him made him uncertain how he felt about his own habits.
For now, getting Thana back and surviving Lydia’s annoyance would be the priorities though.
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