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The Eden Treaty was a God-damned disaster. To think that Gehenna would betray them, or rather, tricked. She saw how the zeppelin fell and crashed, engulfing everything in it's flame.
Maybe she was a fool. A naive, foolish dreamer.
The Justina Council rose from their graves to fulfil their ancient oath to destroy those that dared to disrupt the peace. If that wasn’t bad enough, Sensei was missing. She couldn't contact him when the bomb came and submerged everything in fire.
Click.
And she was staring at a barrel of a gun. Right in the ashes of the building where they should've done the signing, not from Gehenna's but from a friend.
"Sorry about this, Nagi-chan..."
Her escorts laid unconscious beside her as the culprit smiled innocently—flanked by the hollow masks of Arius. "Mika... why?" She tried to say between her dry throat and lips.
"I told you those Gehenners are nothing but trouble."
"...Mika..."
She doesn't understand. Why did she go this far?
Is it...
"Is it really about Gehenna?"
Mika'a smile widened. "Sorry Nagi-chan. But I've gone too far.. and I couldn't stop now." Her finger slowly pushed the trigger. "Let's meet back in Hell, okay?"
BANG!
An explosion pierced her ears as Nagisa closed her eyes, accepting of her fate. Fire and gunpowder, the steel of a cold bullet hitting her forehead and sending her world to pitch-black. Except… it never came. No pain, no iron, and No darkness that consumed her entire world. Because, it doesn’t sound like an explosion of gunpowder. It was like shattering, something being irreversibly broken apart—and the fluttering of uncountable papers.
"Lass, what on God's green Earth are you doin'?"
A man spoke right behind Mika. Harsh and raspy as if he had been screaming for hours, and most of all… unmistakably Scottish. Every Arius student snapped and turned towards. Rifles raised and trembling as cold sweat dripped from their foreheads. Mumbling the words, knowing exactly the situation they were now in.
"God's Assassin..."
"Father Gullotine..."
"...Angel dust."
"Judas priest..."
"...As in the band?"
"THEY WERE NAMED AFTER HIM!"
The robes he adorn, The rounded glasses perched upon his face, the golden glinting, cross of God proudly swinging from his neck. The pure white gloves, the silver bayonet held on his right hand, and the awful wedge-like scar on his left cheek.
The Christian, bayonet throwing sensei of SCHALE.
"A-Anderson s-s-sensei...?" Mika stammered. A bayonet stuck to the wall, as her firearm crumbled to scrap at her feet—pierced from the very same blade. She slowly turned to him, every inch of her body trembling as she met his gaze of a burning wrath and a pained disappointment. More footsteps follow him to the room, wearing the fluttering black and white robes of a woman of God.
"Sensei." He wasn't alone. Sakurako walked right beside him, followed by the whole of the Sisterhood armed to the teeth.
“Lady Misono…” the head nun of the Sisterhood whispered as she reluctantly raised her firearm and one by one, the others follow suit.
“Lassie, you know there's no way out of this.” Anderson raised his free hand, extending it towards the fallen princess. “So, put 'yer gun down and surrender, aye?”
She had come this far. She had burned every bridge to reach her broken fantasy. She had sacrificed… everything just to… to surrender? For it all… to end like this?
Maybe… Maybe It was for the best.
“...Okay.” Her grip loosened as the remains of her shattered, broken firearms slipped from her fingers, and clattering to the broken marble floor. She closed her eyes, and a final gunshot was the last thing she heard, before she felt herself carried by the gentle hands of her sole believer.
«1001 Stories Across Kivotos»
“Sensei?”
The priest flinched from Sakurako's sudden call and grip on his shoulders. “Aye?”
“Um… you weren't responding to my calls, sensei. Are you okay?” Sakurako asked carefully, worriedly. “We could always… take a small break. You… you were shot, and Lady Misono…”
“Ach, I'll be fine.” Anderson waved his hand. “I've been through worse. Remind me to tell you ‘bout a daft cunt named Enrico Maxwell-”
“S-S-Sensei! No curses!” A blush spread across Sakurako’s cheeks as she chastised him and quickly turned to her orange-haired subordinate.
“M-Mari, curse jar! C-Curse jar!!”
“Y-Yes!”
Without hesitation, the orange-haired nun pulled out a heavy, orange jar stuffed with coins and crumpled slips of paper bills. The priest merely shrugged, grinning as he reached into his pocket and tossed a few coins into the jar without a care in the world. “Alright, alright. Anyway, are you kids ready?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Yes,sensei!”
“I'm ready!”
One by one, the sisters fell into formation—standing side by side behind the lone adult. With a crack of his neck, Anderson adjusted his coat as he muttered to himself. “Let’s… what do the Americans say again? Ah… Right.” Slowly, his lips cracked into a smirk.
“Let’s Keep the peace.”
Anderson raised his arms to the sky, inhaling deeply before spreading them wide—as uncountable pages from the Holy Book erupted around him like a monsoon. Spinning, swirling, rising higher and higher to the heavens itself. Sakurako swallowed the nervousness rising in her throat. This wasn’t the first time she had teleported with Sensei, yet it still felt impossible—something that shouldn’t be real, and yet it was.
And all around her, she could see her friends sharing her sentiment.
"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world, and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Anderson grinned as the pages continued to whirl, faster and faster all around them until they became an unfathomable blur to the eye–and finally, they expanded outward in an explosive burst of light and motion as the flurry of sacred pages fell one by one, clearing their sight of the world outside, they realized they were no longer inside the building of betrayal.
They were on the battlefield itself. The stench of ash and smoke, mixed with something unholy burned their nostrils as fire raged all around them. Shouts and gunfire filled the air—students from every path of life banding together to fight against a mighty foe borne out of an ancient sacred oath.
"Looks like we’re here kids.”
Anderson smirked, stepping forward as the miasma beneath them coalesced—twisting, shifting, taking form. A shape. A thing. A figure of the holder of the ancient oath brought to life.
“I-I still don’t know how d-did we teleport…” Hinata mumbled and shook her head.
“Faith in the Lord in heaven!” Anderson answered the very same answer they had heard for so many times without missing a beat. “And don’t think ‘bout it because we have some bloody company!”
With a flick of his wrists, his favored twin silver bayonets burst forth from light itself—one in each hand, gleaming with the wrath of God itself as he slowly raised them high.
“WHO ARE WE?!”
His voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the battlefield for all the whole damn Kivotos to hear.
“T-THE NECESSARY EVIL!”
The Sisterhood shouted in unison, though… they didn’t agree with this starting phrase.
“WHY ARE WE NECESSARY?!”
“TO PURGE THE WORLD OF EVIL WORSE THAN MAN!
With a resounding clash of blades, the twin bayonets shone brilliantly like a beacon of Heaven’s holy light—basking the battlefield in its radiance.
Uncountable sparks flew as the bayonets scraped against each other,
a holy cross formed by the blessed silver.
“AND BECAUSE IT’S FUCKIN’ FUN!
AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA!
AAAAAAAA–MEEEEEENNNNNN!!"
“S-S-SENSEII…!! CURSE JAR!! CURSE JAR!!” Sakurako yelped with shock.
“PUT IT ON ME FUCKIN’ TAB!”
Without wasting another second, the Judas Priest roared to face the unholy, the heretic, and the unclean. Blades gleaming as it sliced down those that dared to stand in the way of God... and hurt little lovely angels.