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Dramatis Personae: Evelyn-3, Destroyer of Worlds, a robot(but so much more): mother of Izuma Izuma Lunae, Fire Seraph/half-elf: Daughter of Evelyn-3 Wolyn Vuuvaxath, Triton: A friend of the two The BloodReina, Fire Seraph/???: A bad guy Durendal, a sword of power aligned with the element of air: Izuma’s intelligent sword Notorious Zbruh, a Gray Lord: Eve’s Grandfather Izuma took a knee and gently plucked the flower, gazing at its beauty under the fading light. It shone with a luminescence stronger than anything she had known, and blue light coursed along its exterior. Looking closer Izu noticed how… mechanical… it was, with a faint grid pattern showing it was composed of synthetic materials. “I made that for you, ma cherie. I named it the Jolt Flower, and they only grow in this grove. I hope you like it.” Evelyn-3 laughed softly as red lights activated along her cheeks to show her blushing. Eve had taken a smaller frame, roughly the size of her daughter, to show her and Wolyn the Arc Grove in person. Spanning several hundred feet across, Jolt Flowers covered the entire plain circled by metallic hills. Pale blue energy streams served as water, giving the area an almost natural feel. Despite this, the two guests of flesh and blood stood out against the cold autonomy of the land. Izuma laughed and hugged her mom’s metal frame. “I love it! I know it’s not organic, but definitely alive. Thanks mom.” Eve returned the hug, and noticed Wolyn cut another flower with Ragnarok, her lover’s blade. It had seen action recently, it seemed, by the worn and dirtied edge. The triton herself was quiet, not much of a talker anymore, but seemed even more silent in this peaceful mechanical paradise. “Wolyn, is there anything you need?” asked Evelyn. The triton stuck the flower behind her ear, sheathed her blade, then returned to the duo. For a brief moment, Izuma could have sworn she saw Wolyn… smile? “No, thank you though. I… I needed this. I do hope I returned your daughter in satisfactory condition, my lady,” responded Wolyn as she went to one knee. Izu laughed, and Eve joined as well before helping Wolyn to her feet. “Izu is alive and well, and not an abomination of Theirs. She has learned much, and I thank you for that. Behold!” Evelyn turned, and with a mere thought a statue rose from the ground. Black nanites swirled and assembled into the form of an angelic figure battling unseen foes side by side with a triton. “The Grove is for Izu, of course, but it shall never forget you. Your charge is delivered, and I have but one task left for you before I release you from my service.” Wolyn bowed, and embraced Eve. Cold tears flowed from her eyes, and Eve’s color changed to a warm yellow. “Thank you, my lady. You gave me a purpose when I had none. Thank you.” “You are welcome, my dear Wolyn. The Garden shall always be open to you, just say the word.” “I am truly humbled, my lady. I’ll make sure to stop by when I can.” Wolyn smiled, and laughed as Izuma tackled her. “You do want to continue hunting heads, right? I… kinda found it fun, honestly. With you, of course,” said Izu. “Izu, with you, I’d hunt anything.” “Good. I have one more request for Wolyn, Izuma you may assist her, and then I’ll send you back to the Isle. I believe Lady Azruphêl desires your presence, and… you have a task left to fulfill,” said Evelyn-3, her eyes turning bright blue for a few moments as she finished. “Alright, what’s up?” said Izu, helping Wolyn to her feet as they prepared for the briefing. “There is a manifestation of Poly’s psyche in custody of the Order. It will be transferred to a new prison shortly, and I need you to kill it there.” Wolyn and Izuma were taken aback for a moment, then laughed as they drew their swords. “What’s another head?” asked Wolyn. “They’re a dime a dozen. C’mon, let’s roll!” said Izuma. “I want to warn you both to be on your guard. It took 3 knights and your grandmother to detain the manifestation, it won’t be easy. I will join you there myself, I have an errand to run before I join you.” “Copy that,” said the hunters. “Good luck, and make sure she dies, please?” asked Evelyn. Two green portals blinked into existence around the figures, arcing with temporal power. The hunters checked their gear, then waved goodbye as they stepped through. Eve nodded, then passed through hers. The gates shimmered and dissipated, and the Arc Grove was silent once more. /////////////////////////////////// Scene change Location: Nowhere Time: ??? ////////////////////////////////// Wolyn and Izuma passed through the green portal, weapons drawn, into a desolate land of endless winter. Howling winds and snow assaulted them, and Izu surrounded Wolyn and herself with a sphere of fire. A faint howl echoed around them, and they began marching past frozen trees. Wolyn nodded to Izu, and the seraph placed her hand on the triton’s back. Energy began to course through her, amplifying Wolyn’s tracking abilities. Putting her hand to the ground, she searched for aberrations around her. With the increased power, she easily detected a strong signal a few miles away. Relaying the info to Izu with sign language, the two began their trek. Flying and talking was not an option in the strong winds, so the hunters walked through the drifts. After almost a dozen of hours of frostbitten struggle and fending off monsters, the duo drew nigh to their quarry. Where frozen trees had dominated the valleys and hills, here, only ash remained. In its wake the manifestation had burned the forest down in a roughly circular shape. With keen eyes, the two spotted their target gently hovering in the center of the plain. “I knew I would meet you someday, little one. The others fought hard to keep me from you, but I knew your curiosity would bring us together eventually. A pity it had to be here, wherever this… Nowhere… is,” said the manifestation in a loud voice very much like… Izuma’s. “It’s a trick, we’ve fought shape shifters before,” whispered Wolyn as she took an offensive stance at the edge of the ring. Izuma wasn’t quite so sure, but took a defensive stance. “I am no illusion, no polymorph. It’s the real deal, -blam!-.” The manifestation turned to face them, her torn, red robes flailing in the wind. Hellfire erupted around her, revealing her true self. The manifestation had taken the form of Izuma, but twisted in a hideous direction. Blood red eyes where sparkling blue should be, hideous scars instead of fair, unblemished skin and terrifying rage in lieu of unconditional love.

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  • “Language. I can’t stand those who pretend to be royal and still use it,” said Izuma, a hint of rebuke in her voice. Emboldened, she began taking strides to her prey. The Blood Reina laughed a blood curdling laugh, and held her hands out. “They disarmed a queen, how rude. But you wouldn’t strike down an unarmed opponent, even if they were a demon or undead!” Izuma turned to Wolyn, ignoring the jab. “Got anything?” asked Izuma. “She has all your weaknesses and a few more. Durendal, guess what.” Izu’s sword answered with an old and genderless voice that inspired courage. “Do tell, my good lady Wolyn.” “She’s part demon now. With that much Hellfire, you’re free to chop ‘em up. Have at it, I’ll stand by as needed.” Both swordswoman and sword laughed, and prepared for battle. Wolyn took a few steps back, and watched the villain’s movements for more knowledge. “D?” “Ready when you are, ma’am.” “Hey buddy! What’s your name?!” asked Izuma, a smile spreading across her face. “Izuma Lunae, daughter of Despair and the Storm Samurai. Queen of Everything, and Blood Reina of a million systems. You can call me… Blaze’s Beloved, or Hellspawn’s Tamer, or Bane of the Butterfly.” The Blood Reina laughed, and her hands crackled with energy. Lightning, Elemental Fire, Hellfire and Blood Magic coursed through her veins, and the heat melted the ice around her. Izuma furrowed her eyebrows in return, and took a defensive stance. Sharp air began to flow around her from her blade, while lightning and fire began to course through her veins. A softer glow was shed around her. “Before I kill you, I want to ask you a question,” asked Izuma. “Ask away, Little One. And please, do approach me. I can’t beat the shit out of you if you don’t.” “Where… where was… He… in your reality?” “I do not talk of the -blam!- steed. Your time, oh little ashtray, has come.” With that, a wave of hell infused fire washed towards Izu. Cutting downwards with Durendal, his sharp winds negated the blast. Sending lightning through her arm and into her blade, Izuma cut again, launching a bolt of air and arc at the Blood Reina. Believing the blast to merely be electrical in nature, the manifestation took the blunt of the attack, and was taken aback by the additional wind element. Angered, she blasted back with a beam of blood magic. Shaking under the power, Izuma barely deflected the blast, and was pushed back. Blue energy flowed down her legs, and she took an offensive stance. “You do know you can’t win, right? You need to hit me, but I know your every move,” said the Blood Reina as she took the same exact stance. A blade of blood magic formed in her hand, and she laughed a sick laugh as Izuma realized how futile this was. Dashing forward, the two met blades. Izuma tried to outpace her opponent, but on every attack she found herself already predicted and deflected with ease. The Blood Reina smiled as she effortlessly parried and blocked, then struck with a blast of hellfire to knock Izuma away. Barely keeping her footing by steadying with her wings, Izuma reassessed her situation. Unfortunately, her opponent took advantage of this time and began a barrage of her own. The Blood Reina’s strikes were true, and time and again Izuma found her moves too slow. On every front she was outmatched and hopelessly outdone. But then, an idea. Instead of slowing down to think, Izuma amplified the sword-skill within Durendal. He had fought for hundreds if not thousands of years, and knew how to help his wielders. By amplifying this, Izuma began blocking the Blood Reina’s strikes. Her parries hit their mark, and she infused more of her lightning to increase pressure. Slowly but surely, the Blood Reina began to be pushed back. “No, no, no! This-augh-shouldn’t-ah!-be possible! I outdo you! I am more! I AM A QUEEN!” With desperation, the Blood Reina increased her assault. For the briefest moment, she broke Izuma’s guard, landing a deep slice across her chest before kicking her back. Izuma landed hard, and for the first time spat blood out of her mouth. Looking out into the snow, she saw Wolyn with worried eyes. “My lady, if ye can’t do it for yourself, do it for ye friend. She can nay defend herself out here. But you, you can stop her. Break your limits. Amplify, and you can send this demon back to the consciousness of Poly forever. You’re the only one who can, I’m afraid,” said Durendal. “I… hate… shields… but I can be one, for my friends.” Planting the tip into the soil, Izuma brought herself to her feet. The Blood Reina had drawn closer to finish the fight, and erupted in Hellfire. “Oh, not done yet? I’ll make it quick, you little -blam!-.” Raising her blade high, the Blood Reina screamed her victory cry. She swung a rapid downstroke followed by an upswing, and the sound of two perfect parries rang across the desolate clearing. Faster than the blink of an eye, it was over. Looking down at herself, the Blood Reina saw a deep gash at her side. Falling to her knees, she clutched the wound. It had already begun to spread, her skin flaking off as the disintegration began its work. “How… did you… get past… my guard…?” “My weaknesses… are yours too,” answered Izuma. “We both know the Sword Swallow technique, and Durendal, with my affinity to amplify, could finally take advantage of it. A tiny, tiny window of opportunity before the uppercut was when I struck.” “The.. sword… ehh? If… I was to die, I always said… by a… noble… weapon… ha… haha… ha…” The Blood Reina laughed, but not her usual sick one. A happy, content laugh. As her mortal coil turned to dust, she winked at Izuma. The hellfire attire disappeared, and the Blood Reina was no more. A loud boom erupted behind Izuma, and a signature green portal opened. Evelyn-3 stepped out, one hand clenched tightly. Her eyes shifted to yellow, and she embraced a tired Izuma. “Did I.. make.. Are... you proud?” Izuma asked with a silly smile. “Yes, yes you did. I’m the proudest mother I know, and all because of you.”

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