Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

With a pop Drake's head came loose from Mary's bountiful bosom as Mary tried to speak with her even bustier mother. Helping her up he catches the words the Mephisto, wondering what she meant.

"Wait, recog-!" Green eyes flashed as the realisation hit him. Standing Drake cover his eyes with a hand.

"Craaap." Dragging the hand through his hair he walks to the pile of clothes. He then drapes Mary's gown over one shoulder while taking his clothes on the other; mumbling aloud as he worked.

"Never a dull moment eh partners? First girl here I bond to and it's a Recognition, Niri's going t-" Freezing, he slowly turned to find Elohim's patented Mother Glare directed at him. A shiver runs up his spine, and not a good one.

"I said that out loud didn't I? eeeeeaaaaahhhhh fuckberrys." Oh well, might as well get it over with.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Oh, this is going to be interesting..." Kanabok said, her face tentacles twitching about in amusement.

Elohim just glared at him, one eyebrow quirked, her halo flaring slightly.

"Who's Niri?"

[Creator_Drake]

Drake let out a breath as he shook his head in resignation. With a shrug of shoulders he looked right into Elohim's eyes with a straight look.

"Niri is-well, she was my very first pokegirl, a Leviathan. She had been a gift of sorts from HIM a few months ago, some short time after I met with HIM. She was a feral born, rescued after her whole family had been killed. He had found her, and placed her in my care; that was about 5 months ago." He turned to Mary, before rubbing his neck with pursed lips, a look of guilt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for not saying anything before. It hadn't come up before now and well..." Drake just knew were going to go downhill from here; might as well bring it all out.

'If she gets like this over not saying anything about Niri, then she's just gonna loooove the reason I came here in the first place.'

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary didn't seem offended. She smiled and hugged him. "Tamers have other Pokegirls. It's the way of things," she said. "I'd love to meet this Niri."

Elohim facepalmed. "Hnh... That one... oafish clown. I swear, if he weren't so..." she trailed off, and shook her head. "Well, nevermind." She fluffed her wings. "If That One was involved in giving her to you, I can't complain too much."

She stared into Drake, her eyes seemingly looking through him. She frowned, and shook her head. "I am still uneasy, though..."

[Creator_Drake]

Relief came upon him as Mary hugged him; well that's one bullet dodged.

"Don't worry Mary, you'll meet her soon, probably as soon as we're done here I'll go get her."He smiled reassuringly. When Elohim looked at him though, it felt familiar. As if-

Realization came upon him once more, before stepping out of Mary's embrace. Handing her the white gown, he placed his own over a chair that hadn't been turned over. Still naked, Drake walked around Elohim to grab his blades. He simply held a blade in each hand by the sheath as he walked back, a thinking sound coming from the back of his throat.

"You're worried about the consequences of our bond, and what could happen. To tell you the truth, you're worry isn't unwarrented, considereing the reason why I came here in the first place, aside from answering your questions Elohim-" He would have continued if not for being shocked by the great-sword in his left hand.

"GAH! Would you stop shocking me dammit! You know as well as I do they need to know, especially with Mary being bonded to me now." The Great-Sword gained a blueist-white glow as it rattled in its sheath, before zapping Drake once more. He brought up the handle to his face, a mild glare directed at the blade.

"Ghh, Yes, yes, I could have more tact, but you've know me for how long?" Again the sword rattled, a little louder this time. The glow brightened, some would think they could feel a slight sense of worry from the blade. Drake sighed.

"Hey, you know we've been in tougher spots than this one partner, you me and Kuro here." He gestured to the Eastern sword in his other hand, said blade glowing a faint emeral green before returning to normal. "Besides, you know I can remove the limiter at any time I please, so just have a little more faith in me alright?" The blade was still, then rattled quietly before falling silent, the glow fading. Turning he gave the various onlookers a sheepish grin.

"Sorry about that, this one can be a little bugger at times-" Cue shock. "Grh, but she's saved my skin more times then I can count."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"...Sentient weapons," Elohim said, sniffing disdainfully. "Forgive me, but after dueling wielders of both Heaven's Wrath and Hell's Blessing, as well as a fool of a host who merged them by trying to destroy one with the other, I'm rather uneasy around the prospect of weapons that can think for themselves."

"As we were designed to be?" Mary said softly.

Elohim sighed, her wings drooping. "You know what I meant..." She shook her head, and said. "If That One is aware of you, I have little objection to her traveling with you beyond a mother's usual concerns. The weapons worry me... and there are other things as well..."

[Creator_Drake]

"Ha, these two are much more than mere sentient weapons, and I am no mere host. This Heaven's Wrath and Hell's blessing, they can't hold a whetstone compared to these 2. Besides, neither of them actually have the capability of taking over." He never did like anyone who looked down upon his partners, but understanding shone through.

"But if those 2 blades have cause you as much strife as you claim, then I can understand your wariness. But then again, Heaven's Wrath and Hell's Blessing were made by magic were they not? A spell crafted and designed to make them as they are correct? These 2 came about by something much more powerful, something far stronger than any mere spell." He snorted before shaking his head.

"BUt I digress. Aside from the consequences of having a True Bond, what else worries you?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Elohim glanced at Mary, who felt her mind cloud for a moment. A spell had been cast on her that would make her not hear a certain topic being spoken of by anyone. She then turned to Drake, her eyes flashing as she looked Drake directly in the eyes.

Directly into Drake's mind, a message that Mary would never hear was broadcast by Elohim Prime.

"ASK MAINFRAME THE NAME OF THE PURIFICATAION SOCIETY MEMBER WHO SLEW AMATERASU'S DAUGHTER," she said into his mind. "ASK WHEN MY DAUGHTER NOT AROUND."

Out loud, he said, "It's not important right now. That One has vouched for you, so most of my concerns have been moderately assuaged."

[Creator_Drake]

Drake felt a twitch from the entry into his mind, but it was painless. He game the Prime a grim nod before the spell upon Mary faded.

"Even so, you're still not fully convinced are you? If you wish to test me I'm all for it, just so that I can help lay any lingering doubts to rest."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Take that nitwit Myriad with you and we'll call it even," she said, gesturing up to the Legion.

"OY!" she barked as Kanabok and Lissandra began laughing.

"You never come here to read, just hang out with Lissandra and Kanabok!" Elohim barked. "It's an insult to my Library!"

"Well, if you'd stock books I like..." Myriad said, pouts appearing on all her shell's faces.

"I HATE ROMANCE NOVELS!" Elohim bellowed.

Mary rolled her eyes. "You'll have to forgive them," she said, as Myriad and Elohim yelled at each other. "This is an old argument between them..."

[Creator_Drake]

A large sweat drop appeared on Drake's head as the argument continued. He placed both his partners on the chair with his clothes.

"No kidding. Well, I better show my new mother-in-law how I feel about this." Before Mary could answer Drake disappeared, appearing face to face with Elohim, standing in the air once more as if it were solid ground. He held a nonplused look on his face as he gazed into Elohim's glowing eyes.

"That's quite enough don't you think? Yes, you don't like romance novels and that's fine, but that doesn't mean everyone else who comes or lives here feels the same. Just because you bring the books in here doesn't mean you have to read them." With that done he gave her a light flick on the nose. As she rubbed it, Drake suddenly flashed infront of Myriad, still unclothed and not really caring of that fact. He gave her a slight smile, despite how serious his eyes bored into those of one of her ghostly images.

"Now Myriad was it? On your end it's never a bad thing to hang out with your friends here." He gestured to the laughing Cthulhu and Mephisto. "But if one of Elohim's rules of coming to the library was to read at least one book, then it should be followed. Yes, she doesn't have any Romance novels and she'd do well to expand her selection. But it would also prove beneficial for you to do the same. Just because they're not Romance, doesn't mean other books can't spike your interest right?" Hands on his hips Drake's smile grew softer.

"Just be open to the possibility, that's all I'm asking. Now as for what Elohim said earlier, while I'd like to take you with me, it would be on the condition that you want to. Got that Elohim?" He called down to the Prime while looking over the railing, giving the Legion behind him the perfect view of his back side.

"If Myriad doesn't want to come with me then that is her decision and you will respect that."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Elohim and Myriad glared at each other. Mary was mildly amused by this. Most wouldn't have the nerve to stand up to a Legendary Prime, but Myriad was unique for her breed. She had her moments of shyness, but she was far more brazen than most Legions were. But as expected, Myriad was the first to break, unable to keep eye contact with Elohim's powerful glare.

"...Fine, fine, fine," she said. "I'll give some of the stuff here a shot, see what Lissandra likes about this place..." She couldn't help but focus her gaze to Drake's rear, smiling.

Elohim huffed, then turned to Drake. "This Library is essentially my private collection. The fact that I am willing to share it with the public is a sign of generosity. Do not dictate to me how I run my own home," she said, her face offended. "And I assumed that the consent would be mutual anyway," she said. "Myriad and the others live in Lucifell's Nine-Ringed Pit anyway."

Myriad smirked. "At any rate, it is pretty tempting, even if I do have a DemiElohim and a Leviathan to compete with. Although a semi-living Booty Buffett like me does have her advantages," she said, her shell's bodies all jutting their chests out. Lissandra rolled her eyes in response.

[Creator_Drake]

Drake nodded. "True enough there Elohim, true enough." His face was more carefree, an easy-going smile plastered on his face now that the argument had passed. He turned back to Myriad with a raised brow, liking the view if his smirk were to go by.

"That you do Myriad, but that also means I'll have just that many more hands to slap away and faces to kick if someone gets a little too grabby for my tastes. Like I said, the choice is yours to make." He trailed off as he circled her, one hand brushing against the skin of the middle ring of bodies, just underneath the breasts of each one. Coming full circle he stood against the railing, fixing his gaze at the closest of the many faces, his eyes becoming much more serious.

"Will you become mine, despite not knowing the dangers we might encounter? Titan monsters may not be the only dangers you'll face while traveling with me..." He spoke cryptically, his smile slipping away. He turned back to Mary, he look and tone just as serious.

"I know you said yes already Mary, but do you truly wish this? Because if you do, both of you, then I must tell you my original reason for coming here. And that includes you Elohim Prime, seeing as this concerns your daughter. My mission, my reason, will be far more dangerous than you can imagine." He looked pointedly at Elohim Prime.

"This deals entirely as to WHY I have the abilities I do."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Both Kanabok and Lissandra stared at him intently. Myriad shivered softly, her main body feeling each touch to her shell bodies' breasts. She met his gaze, and nodded. "I swore to myself that I would never fear the darkness," she said. "I swore after I lost my family to the Purification Society that I'd never run away again." She opened her shell, revealing her real body beneath her shell. "If you'll have me, I'll go with you."

Mary stood up. "I will face whatever dangers that come your way," she said. "I am yours, and will stay with you always."

Elohim flinched, a memory of the Titan War flashing through her head, of mighty Cocooner holding her daughter's torn, broken body in her arms and screaming, sobbing, pleading for her to come back...

"Just keep her alive..." she said softly. "Recognition is a bond that cannot be broken by anything..." Her wings flared, and her voice began to echo as her halo glowed brightly. "Although if harm is brought to her in any fashion, then no amount of 'adaption' will save you from my wrath."

[Creator_Drake]

"Thank you..." Drake saw the determination in their eyes, and gave each a nod. Turning, he stared into Elohim's eyes without fear, knowing what he was about to say would shock them more than anything.

"If anything happened to them where I could have prevented it Elohim, I'd willingly ACCEPT your wrath for my failure to protect them. But no, my adaptive abilities are natural, I speak of using The Corridors, the very reason WHY I was given the ability to use them." He flickered before Elohim once more, standing as resolute as he did in her chamber earlier.

"For what I am here to do, much planning is involved, and tremendous training must be undertaken for both myself and my girls. I have faced horrors the likes of which Typhonna herself could not match, and I have conquered them. I have felt fear, terror, hopelessness, and all the range and have overcome them to be where I am today. I take my missions very seriously, especially considering just who my target is." His gaze slowly became frigid, hardening to the likes of adamantium; the warrior had come forth. His eyes glowed as emeralds once more, his partners enveloped by flames once more yet the pressure did not.

What did was a strange marking, a tattoo of a tribal rose right were his heart would be. Surrounding it were chain links, a loop traveling over his left shoulder, across his back and under his right arm, connect back to the ring. The ring looked as if there were 10 links in total but the bottom 2 were missing, leaving 8 links. He ignored the mark, since he knew exactly what it was.

"The reason for assembling my harem is to combat and separate my target from his own. You may call me mad but do not worry, once I'm through with them only you and your sisters will be able to best them. But he, my target, only I shall face him; I'm the only one who can, since his abilities are like my own. The horror he spreads will come to an end, and his own misery will finally be put to rest." He took a breath, preparing for the onslaught he knew he'd be unleashing.

"My target will know just why Dieties have called me The Bane. My mission, one HE had inquired, is to end the reign of terror and life of The Nemesis, Donovan Brode."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Kanabok quirked an eyebrow. "Interesting..."

Lissandra smirked. "Ambitious."

Myriad chuckled. "Shit, going right into it, are we?"

Mary grinned. "Hopefully this will work..."

Elohim frowned. "Backwards... You have that backwards... Typhonna is a horror that NONE can match..."

[Creator_Drake]

A single brow raised at Elohim's remarkm before his shoulders begain shaking. A chuckle escaped at first, but it soon escalated to full blown laughter. Unlike earlier however, this laugh was dark, hollow, and seemed almost mocking yet not. It was by no means evil in any form, but only those who had seen the levels of darkness as Drake had, could cast the same laugh. And all at once it ceased, the library becoming void of sound.

A grim frown covered Drakes face as he shook his head, closing his eyes.

"You still don't understand..." He took a deep breath, breathing out through his nose.

"When I told you that first example to help prove my point of how powerful a mere choice could be, I didn't use the Titans just for example's sake." Opening his eyes, they narrowed as the glow faded.

"But I know that regardless of what I say, you still won't understand. The next time you speak with HIM, ask about this, and whether I speak the truth or not. Typhonna may have been the greatest horror that you have seen, but she is not the greatest horror I have seen; or killed." His piece done, Drake flickered before Mary, the tattoo dissappearing in moments. Gabbing his clothes he placed them over a shoulder before grabbing his partners. With another breath the serious edge faded away, his face gaining an almost bored look.

"Now, is there a shower room we can use to get cleaned up? I'd rather not have to put my clothes back on then have to take them off in order to bathe."

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"Vainglorious fool!" Elohim said, becoming angry, her eyes and halo flaring. Behind her, a Gate started to swirl into existence, summoned by the sheer force of her anger. "You're exactly the kind of braggart Typhonna slew with ease! You think you're the first superhuman that's faced her!? How DARE you belittle my father's sacrifice by...!!"

"MOTHER!" Mary said, standing in Elohim's path. "Please..."

Elohim visibly struggled with her rage. After a tense five minutes, Elohim managed to calm down, a look of sheer tiredness coming over her. "You know nothing. The image I showed you... It wasn't even a millionth of what Typhonna is... She was my father's greatest mistake, one he gave his life to correct... Do not speak of Typhonna in such insignificant terms ever again..."

She gestured absently. "There's a sigil on the bottom floor that will take you back to the temple from where you were teleported. The showers are nearby that area. Just... leave me... And take care of my daughter..."

Mary nodded, she and Myriad coming over to join Drake. "C'mon," she said, without malice or anger. "You've hit kind of a sore spot with her... Let's go..."

[Creator_Drake]

Without a word Drake followed Mary and Myriad to the bottom floor of the library. They made the trek in silence, Drake having much on his mind. Or more so what had just transpired.

'Way to go Drake; open mouth, insert foot. I'm such a fucking idiot.' He shook his head despondedly as they stepped on the sigil. With his guilt the center of focus, Drake paid no heed to the intriqet design of the sigil, nor the short trip to the shower room. He regained awareness when he felt a hand on his shoulder; turning he found Mary's face looking at his own. Drake soon looked away, guilt almost palpable as he placed his clothes on a nearby bench. His partners remained silent, knowing that their master had to sort these issues himself.

"Mary I-about th-" He growled in frustration as he turned on one of the showers. Punching the tiled wall lightly, he let the waters cascade over his form, refusing to acknowledge the scalding hot waters as it steamed from his body. Already his back was turning red, but with a faint glow from his eyes the redness faded before the eyes of Mary and Myriad.

"Dammit..." Punching the wall again Drake sighed, shoulders slumping. He was confused, frustrated and tired; not as far as Elohim Prime but still. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm such an idiot. The very first important figure I meet and what do I do? I invaribly give the gravest insult to the person she cares about most. Just-God dammit!" He was silent a moment before releasing a breath.

"I'm sorry, about all of it; truly I am. This was not how I wanted it to go. Just because I haven't faced Typhonna I thought I could just-" Another frustrated growl tore through his throat before becoming silent once more.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary and Myriad looked at each other. Mary sighed, and embraced Drake from behind. "Of all the Legendaries, mother took Sukebe's death the hardest, as she was literally the last to see him alive. You could not have known this, however, as you are a stranger to this world and its history," she said, knowing this from the bond they now shared.

Myriad shook her head. "It's better than you don't know what Typhonna was like," she said. "I'm certainly glad I don't know that. Her Titan Monsters are bad enough. Every one of them has the 'Extreme' danger rating..."

Mary sighed. "Indeed. But as Drake said, our main goal is Donovan's destruction. A worthy goal at that," she said.

Myriad opened her shell, leaning out to hug Drake as well, kissing him on the cheek. "Elohim's a tough old gal," she said. "And a lot nicer than her little argument with me would suggest. She'll forgive eventually. She just won't forget."