Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta - 1st Epoch

[Artemis]

Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta

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You will not be able to enter, blessed, the Kingdom of God.
To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning...
- From the Llibre Vermell de Montserrat


Life is good.
That's what they say.
From the propaganda fliers floating down from the sky and the banners in the streets to the small little writing printed on the those Frisbee disks given to children.

Life was good.

I was blessed with fine genes, making life slightly easier for me.
Not nicer, not better. Only easier.

I travel the world, or what's left of it, righting wrongs and saving the world in my own little way.

So what do I do exactly?
Doing the only thing I was created to ever do, and even though it makes me sound like a wannabe superhero, I do it anyway. Although, my motives for saving people, killing the baddies and so forth might be slightly different from those superheroes.

My real reason? Let's find out together.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta

Part One - An Idealistic World

Chapter One - Introduction (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=2984379&postcount=1))
Chapter Two - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=2994651&postcount=5))
Chapter Three - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3000153&postcount=8))

Part Two - Image Goes Downhill

Chapter Four - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3002966&postcount=12))
Chapter Five - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3010511&postcount=16))
Chapter Six - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3022412&postcount=19))

Part Three - Creepy Alligator Gladiator

Chapter Seven - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3037950&postcount=21))
Chapter Eight - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3046867&postcount=24))
Chapter Nine - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3065218&postcount=26))

Part Four - Castle Crashing Behemoth

Chapter Ten - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3068493&postcount=30))
Chapter Eleven - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3074707&postcount=33))
Chapter Twelve - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3085318&postcount=35))

Part Five - Alamut, Providence, Crows

Chapter Thirteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3101750&postcount=38))
Chapter Fourteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3104223&postcount=41))
Chapter Fifteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3119025&postcount=43))

Part Six - Thing For Bust

Chapter Sixteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3126451&postcount=45))
Chapter Seventeen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3131762&postcount=47))
Chapter Eighteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3133951&postcount=49))

Part Seven - Near The End

Chapter Nineteen - (Link (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showpost.php?p=3140719&postcount=51))

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Author's Announcement:

There was a reason why the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy was introduced.

Readers can now ask the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (HGTG) about anything regarding the Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta universe.

Simply say the 'entry' you want the HGTG to display.
At least one entry will be answered and displayed in the next chapter, giving a slightly better insight into the universe of Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta.

Hoping you'll use the feature,
Artemis

[Pyramus]

Just what I would expect from you Nick!

A world in trouble it seems, I hope this character can save the day :p

What is his name btw? Or is he a nameless person throughout?

[Lex]

YAY! A new story! Thanks for letting me know about it!

[Kefka]

Hmm, high potential for this "hero" not working for the goals that many think of him. Can't wait to see how this progresses.

[Artemis]

Sorry for the length of it. I tried to make it shorter....

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Two

All of us wish we knew what we're achieving in life.
And if that is our destined fate.

If the confines of an office, or the gun within our hands were the things we were destined to be with. Or was that another person's destiny? Simply enforced onto our soul, like a stamp imposing itself on paper.

It's been four days already.
And now it comes down to this. Graduated from Augustus University... Before it was destroyed. Now he currently leads the largest underground Christian organisation in the world. Now its his time to take a rest.

Why? Because he has done wrong. And his wrongs have surpassed his rights. I pray what I claim is true.

I start walking forward. My strides, quick. Silent.
He walks towards the door. He brings out his keys.
My time is running short. He needs to be mine now or never.

I start picking up my speed. I draw out the syringe. He's caught onto Death's sound. I strike. One arm wrapping around his neck, the needle close to his neck; the other restraining his arms.

"Evening Reverend"

"Don't hurt me. What I do is for God and his people... What I do-"

"Oh hush. I'm not one of religion. I'm not here for that holy war of yours."

"But then?"

"I don't have much of reason", I plunge the needle into his neck.

He realises what I have done. He then tries to compose himself. I decided to spare him a breath and tell him what he deserves to know.

"It's a combination of sodium thiopental, pancuronium and potassium chloride. The standard stuff they used back when the US was around to kill crooks. Crooks like you."

He was about to say something. Something I don't really care much to hear.
I place a gag around his mouth.

I don't have much time.
I open up my kit bag, and take out what I need.
A few nails, a hammer and a sticker. Guess what's next.

The building is made out of wood. Good. Makes thing easier. I nail him to the building's wall, the tape muffling his voice. How I hate the sound of screaming. I pin his body in a nice Christ-like position.

If you're concerned about him. Don't worry. He was going to die anyway.

Now for the final thing, my signature. A simple sticker. That's all. I peel it off and slap it on his face.

It's complete. You may think it was cruel. But he deserved it.
Probably. Hopefully.


I walk off. The job is complete. Again I am left with the thought. Am I a serial killer? Am I a saviour? Am I Satan or God?

As far as I'm concerned, I'm both.

Oh, and the sticker? It was Mr. Yuk.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/92/Mr_Yuk.png

[Lex]

HAHA!!!!
Oh that was good! What an excellent start to my week! Thanks for that!

[Pyramus]

Brilliant, that sticker adds a comedy element to a dark story XD

[Artemis]

Not as funny as its predecessor...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Three


At present, there are ten billion people living on the world approximately.
Ten billion.

That's one thousand million people running around this small globe of ours. Some desire to join the global turf war and fight for their faction. Some desire to join the global holy war and fight for their god. And some desire to be free and live in their own world.

The latter don't get their choice fulfilled.

If you split the Earth's population into the major factions of the world, I suppose it would be roughly:

- Five billion being citizens of the New China Empire, with roughly half of that being from the newly conquered Asia Pacific regions of New China.

- Three billion belonging to the European Union, the only really standing multi-national organisation standing from back then.

- Two billion somewhere in the the continent of North America. I don't really know how many are on each side of their civil war.

Don't forget. South America and Africa don't really exist.
Apparently the absence of life is quite beautiful.

And so here I am.
In the middle of it all. I don't really think what I do is 'work'.
The closest probable word would be 'lifestyle'.
Think Michelangelo.

Except I kill people.

And now today, my art project involves the materials on my back and the most populated city in the world.

Oh. We're there already.

The great thing about the airport is that it's perfect.
If you were listing what I am, make sure you add 'terrorist' as a new addition.

I walk out of the arrival terminal. Now to blending with the crowd...


Hiding in the janitor's closest isn't the classiest thing in the world, but its a great way to get a janitor's uniform.
That is, if the janitor doesn't struggle too much.

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Terrorist Attack Commences Next Chapter...

[Pyramus]

What about a name as well?

[Kefka]

Not as funny as its predecessor...

I don't know Artemis, this story has a very dark comedy about it. Especially if the main character is willing to calling himself a Michelangelo, just with killing.

Looking good so far, and I can tell you're not afraid to push a few 'no-no' buttons with the whole terrorist angle. Let's see where this heads off to now.

[Lex]

LOL on the janitor! Loved that. I agree, this one is far funnier!

[Artemis]

Male Terrorist - Looking for female companion.
Must be able to love egotistical, remorse-lacking, forever-doubtful man.
Would prefer if she likes long walks on beaches and horrible senses of humour...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Four

Guess what.
He didn't struggle.

And because of that, I've got too much time on my hands.
Looking from this man's schedule, I'm on break.
Meaning I've got to wait around for an hour before I can start working.

One whole hour. To get such a long break nowadays, he's gotta be the head of his worker's union. Corrupt janitors.
The worst.

Hmmm... I've never played the part of a union head.
A dentist, a surgeon, a engineer, a GI soldier, a musician, a sales representative, an astronaut, a homeless man, a con artist, office worker, one of those guys that sings at your wedding reception, a priest, a poet, a painter, a radio communicator, a plumber and... Oh, and a serial killer.

Talk about irony for that last one.

Time waits for no one. Show time.

I open the door. No one pays a look. Not a single person.
I'm invisible. Walking out calmly. Across the massive check-in hall.
Covering 4 American Football stadiums, this airport is impressive to say the least.

The walk is... long.

I finally reach the destined point. The place where this all goes down.
I could be feeling an ounce of guilt, not sure. Don't get me wrong.

I can feel emotions.
I swear.

I use 'my' keys to open the main maintenance room.
More like another smaller grand hall. I always found it stupid to have all the air, water and heat systems in one large room. Just asks for some chaos. Probably a reason, though.

That's why I can't be an architect, I suppose.
Getting back on the job...

Camera One. Disabled.
Camera Two. Disabled.
Camera Three. Disa- Not disabled.

I press the button on the hand-held disruptor again.

Camera Three. Still not disabled.

By which, I switch it off and then on.

Camera Three. Still not disabled.

Tap the casing, still no.
Smack the battery pack, not working.
Press firmly on button, nope.

I think of a solution to my problem.
I look up, down, left, right. No solution to be found.

And then a revelation.

Snap, goes the camera.
Feeling proud of my small show of strength, I move forward.

Things are going good. Walking past the steaming pipes, the loud roaring boilers and there it is. The worst designed part of the entire airport.
The central air conditioner.

I plant It.
I switch It on.
I leave It.

And my part is done. Sometimes your finest art doesn't even need you to be around to be complete. For example, Michelangelo and St Peter's Basilica.
Or me and my gas bomb.

There was a reason why I called myself a terrorist.

I walk off.
Change back into my old clothes.
My plane is leaving in 30 minutes.

Don't want to be left behind.

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[Lex]

Awesome! I am so starting to love this book! I await for the next edition!

[Pyramus]

What a delishously dark story! It caters my love for suspense!

[A&E]

Haha, I like this. Very V For Vendetta meets Watchmen, in my opinion. Your writing style is quite unique as well. Keep it up. :)

[Artemis]

Caught up in the work,
Only to find someone did it first...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Five

I look on. The group over there.
The women, amazed; in awe.
How can one man be so liked? Of course I'm not jealous. Just curious. My lifestyle doesn't help the whole trying to understand everyday emotions and the social workings of common people.

It confuses me.

I talk to you in a manner that suggests a relationship, but I don't intend involving myself in such a relationship. I always figured that was called deception.
But apparently people decided to give it an entirely new name,
'Flirting'.
Go figure the unscientific science of people.

Seeing a half a dozen women surrounding one man was not the intended reason for visiting this part of the world, though.
Though, it was... amusing. To say the least.

I bring down my eyelids. I draw them up again.
I need focus. Concentration.
Most of all, I need to take it.

Location?
London,
The New State of England,
European Union

And so after taking a taxi, I'm here.
Where I need to be. Everyplace I go is a place I was born for.
And so, the Palace of Westminster is my fate.

My target was given to me by a patron of my art.
Don't think they use me like a mercenary.
They like my work and what it stands for, and therefore fund me.

Not a contract killer but rather a well-funded missionary.

I walk up. Looking up at the grand old relic. Showing what democracy used to be. It's quite beautiful up close, actually. And she doesn't need makeup all the time either.

Now. Time to get in.
It'll be hard. And tough. And tolling.
But we pain for what we are made to do.

Or what we think we were made to do.



Since the Black Road Death Incident, only five people have been known to me have successfully entered and left Westminster Palace alive and well. The first three were thieves. The fifth was me.

The fourth?
Well whoever it was, they just stole my project.

I stand in front a bloody vessel that was formerly known as the body of the Prime Minister of England. Beside him, his mistress; dead as well.

The scene is a mess.

My killer rival seems to have some other intention.
I only wanted him. I would've let her go.

My work. Taken away from me.
Stripped from my palms and inelegantly scribbled on.

I would sit and think my next move, but because of my killer friend's slices and dices, I can't sit on anything that doesn't have blood on it.

I step back, and walk into a desk without looking. I cut myself on a chromed silver lamp. Pathetic. And now my blood is mixed with my target's.
I'm getting clumsy. I need to think fast.

That bump released a fragment of my blood. Not to mentioned possibly hair, skin or sweat.
The things forensics can do are amazing. But they won't work in my favour.

England and the European Union will never be able to understand what I was doing for them.

I hear people. A squad. Seven. Eight maybe.
With guns. The Black Rod Death Incident changed the rules on guns within the Palace.

Looking outside the window I entered in, they've seen my climbing equipment and using it to close me in. This project was more risky than usual, but I never thought of the possibility of this.

My first stuff-up and I don't know what to do.
My world crumbling all around me, all of of it in a matter of minutes...

I am a missionary. One that will be skinned soon.

[Lex]

o.O...not fair ;_; wanna know whats gonna happen!

[Kefka]

Hmmm a set-up perhaps? Or maybe an 'admirer' that decided to become like the artist. Another good chapter Artemis.

[Artemis]

The escape was so unoriginal,
The chapter was overly long,
Some parts were boring and the flow of it was bad.
Sorry...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Six

This is ridiculous.
I should be better than this.

Out of all the solutions in the world, the only that I can think of is this.
Something on the same skill level as a dog or a five year old child.

This is ridiculous.

They've burst through the windows and the door.
Their guns and flashlights covering every inch, while they find the killer...
And me.

I must become invisible. Non-existent.
There was no way to escape unnoticed.
And fighting eight or so men with guns wasn't a situation that would involve me living.

And so, for the sake of my survival;
I play dead.

They seem to buy it.
They must have not known of the Prime Minister having such a lady friend. They're intrigued about the dismembered female body wearing black lingerie.

I don't know the numbers, but a few left almost vomiting by the sheer blood and the fact that the PM seems to have left his hand on the coffee table and his head upside down on a chair.

A few more have left. Probably to get equipment or something.
There's only two remaining.

My chance arises.
Luckily I brought my instruments.

I draw out a tool of the trade from my kit bag.
Without the correct apparatus and the proper technique, killing is as vulgar as the people who commit the crime of murder.
This is why I always bring it.
My beloved two-and-a-half-foot war scythe.

Sure it sounds like a weapon from a badly made computer game,
But if you knew what it could do...

I slide out the dark corner. Now, poised to strike.
There's an idiot, left behind to preserve the crime scene; simply staring into the dark corner where I formerly resided.

He doesn't deserve his coming fate,
But if I don't kill him, I'll earn a fate that I don't deserve either...

I stealthily lunge forward with my small scythe. It plunges easily into his chest. The blood spews nicely.

The other has realised.
I kick the dead body off my scythe and into the other, constricting his arms from aiming the nasty gun at me.

Now, in a beautiful swift movement; I pounce forward.
I grab the still lively guard's hair and use it to pull up his head,
The scythe gliding into his neck, his carotid artery punctured.

He's doomed to Hell now.
I jump out of the window, flying down the climbing cable I used before.

Landing on the sidewalk, I run off into the darkness of London.
That was far too easy. I wonder if God played in a part of my escape.
If it wasn't God, then whoever did should be thought as a deity.


Still sprinting, I pivot around the corner and plant my back on a stone wall. The older parts of England like this still don't have street surveillance cameras littered around the area.
Lucky me.

I'm thinking with all the blood of the two guards and the PM and his lover, they probably won't find the tiny blood drop of mine. And since I regularly clean off loose body articles from my body, I would think that my DNA is nowhere in that place.

I am calm now. Things are serene.

Now, to make a fairly successful escape complete. I need to leave the European Union. New China will be a good place to hide, considering they don't like working with the EU... Even if it meant to catch a murderer.

But how to leave?
I've done almost all my projects in New China and the American continent. Because of this I hardly know about the underground workings of this place.

I search my kit bag.
Found it.
It may sound horribly lame, but this electronic encyclopaedia is a work from God. Made by people similar to God. People like me.

Somewhat badly named, the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, nowadays is an ultimate fountain of knowledge. Operated, built and constantly updated by an underground industry, the Guide is actually more useful than you think.

Being named after the famous work of Douglas Adams, the Guide is a grand library of wisdom and information of the present world. Something that looks like one of those older editions of the Apple iPod Touch or Apple iPhone; it is something along with my beautiful scythe that presents itself as an essential to me.

...And with it I have now gotten the maps to escape the city and country without needing legal channels and roughly eleven gigabytes of information regarding England and the EU needed to leave this place.

Finally.
Things are looking good. My patron doesn't need to know about this incident. And I will have to make sure that the next time I go to the European Union it is for good reasons.

I also want to find my Killer Friend. The idiot who brought me into this mess.
He deserves to die anyway.
Anyone that kills like that has no good reason to kill.

But I'll need to talk to my patrons.
For information and money.

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Author's Announcement:

There was a reason why the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy was introduced.

Readers can now ask the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (HGTG) about anything regarding the Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta universe.

Simply say the 'entry' you want the HGTG to display within a post in this thread.
At least one entry will be answered and displayed in the next chapter from the HGTG, giving a slightly better insight into the universe of Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta.

Hoping you'll use the feature,
Artemis

[Pyramus]

Brilliant! I am loving the war scythe!

[Artemis]

Stress affects everybody.
Though the main character doesn't take it well...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Seven

After only what can be described as something close to a sweaty Hell,
Involving smelly babies, people who by their snores alone could probably create enough noise pollution to throw out a dolphin's sonar capabilities and a wait long enough that I started to write algorithmic code in my head; I've finally reached the city of Melbourne.

The problem was the airport.
Mainly, the security.

After that attack on Tokyo's main airport, things have changed.

I roll my eyes.
It's not as if I'd do the same trick twice in a row.

Everybody, including every patron of mine,
Has chosen to give me the silent treatment.
Meaning that I've been black listed and someone has told them of my stuff up back in London.

Fortunately, the governments of the world are far more stupid than the people I work with.


People are bustling about in the streets of the Central Business District. Running around, always busy and always furious.

Most of them look either angry, stressed or constipated.
Although the constipated ones could just easily be mistaken for those that are feeling equally angry and stressed at the same time.

"Could you spare some change, sir?" Asks a boy begging.

"No", don't get me wrong. I still have feelings. Just not towards the kid.

"Just a tad of anything, sir. Any currency."

I wonder what the kid would do with a few Euros.
It's not as if New China would exchange Euros for Yuan...

"I'll give you a fiver if you can direct me to the Docklands."

Although I could use the Guide, I figure the child needs the money.
Along with some exercise. His chubbiness makes me doubt his poverty.

And so we went.
Surprisingly the boy was fit.

The stubby legged ragamuffin almost sprinted the entire way there.

The 'there' being the docklands precinct of Melbourne.

Home to the largest entertainment zone in the whole of Australia.
Home to the largest amount of nightclubs in one area in the world.
Home to the largest amount of intoxication-related deaths in the world.

In fact, the only reason that the government officials of New China hasn't shut down this entire place is that if they did, all their favourite prostitutes would be harder to access.

And so, due to the corruption of the government,
I have the chance to meet my sister.

Hm? What. No. My sister is not a prostitute.
Far better than that, I would hope.

She's my adopted sister. Who was then re-adopted by another family far greater than ours, back when I could consider myself a son and myself a member of common society.

But now my sister is there.
And I'm here.

Both of us trying to make the world perfect.
Although my methods, I would think, are more effective.

You see, my dear sibling, is quite hard for us 'nobodies' to come in contact with. Being all high in the hierarchy and all.

So without causing much trouble, I do my best when visiting her to not cause too much trouble. Now, asking her off-duty guards would probably get me shot for reasons that can't be explained better than the words 'drugs & alcohol'; I've found an equally good way to get in.

Something similar to my janitor trick back at Tokyo.
Except, the off-duty men in suits smell worse.

And so,
Just to see my sister,
I decide to accept the smell of fetid cheese and stale sweat.

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The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy:

Entry 1423-FVEI

Topic: Horse & Boar Asphyxiation Stadium

Probably being one of the most oddest named stadiums in the modern day world, the Horse & Boar Asphyxiation Stadium is located in the Melbourne Docklands, replacing the former Telstra Dome Stadium.

One should note, that the men to be blamed of such an disgustingly erotic sounding named was none other than the the New China Government Official Alexander Sazbo.

After what was known as "...the ****ing most ****ing wildest party in the whole ****ing universe. Yeah it was ****ing crazy" (according to Sazbo), an alcohol-fueled bet erupted between Sazbo and another person with Sazbo saying:

"I bet I could make... something... ****ing named awesom-(UNKNOWN).... Without being killed by those damn (UNKNOWN)"

Unfortunately for Alexander Sazbo, the other had agreed on the bet. Hence, the latest and greatest stadium of Melbourne was named as such.

Not only proving that Alexander Sazbo was a man of his word, but also that he had probably the worse taste in the world and lacked the ability to know that the words 'Horse & Boar Asphyxiation' would probably end his political career.

And it did. Along with life.
The higher-ups of New China didn't share the same cultural tastes as Sazbo, and sentences him to death with the charges of:

Disloyalty (a very common crime committed by any who New China doesn't like...)
Embarrassment towards the Government
Abuse of Given Powers
Zoophilia


Although Sazbo denied the last charge more so than the others for the sake of his dignity, the judge decided that the stadium's name suggested an extreme liking to sadistic sexual acts to animals.

An on this basis,
Alexander Sazbo was executed.

[Pyramus]

Oooo, it is getting good! Btw I have a question for the Hitchhiker's guide:

What is it that caused the world to split apart like this? A war?

[Lex]

OOH! I love coming back to this! I eagerly await for the next edition

[Artemis]

This chapter belongs to Mind,
I swear I'll write a letter eventually...

Oh, and I forgot to try to make it at least minimally humorous,
Sorry about that...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Eight

"The story so far:

In the beginning the Universe was created.

This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."
- Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe


I would think that every bodyguard,
No matter how loyal or safety-conscious,
Wish that their 'master' went under a failed assassination plot.

And I would think it would be for two main reasons:
They're bored and need something to do
If they save them, they get one hell of a large bonus pay

If they don't have those wishes,
Then it must just be me.

My adopted sister, the peacemaker, the kindhearted, the whatever you want to call her is probably the only global figure that can truthfully say that she was loved by the world.

Not that she would lie, either.

Somehow, out of the volatile chaos that grows in the stale-mated world, no matter which faction you belong from, you somehow have to love her.

And that's her gift to the world.
She does no wrong; not ethically or politically.

And finally.
About time. I lack patience, especially now.
All I need is to talk to her in private, and I've ended up pretending to be her bodyguard. The other guards and I are sitting in the lobby of her hotel suite, which is roughly the size of a double-level house.

"Man, is she hot." Says one.

It takes me some time before I realise who's he referring to.

"Heck yeah. If she wasn't so untouchable..."

"I know what you mean."

This used to happen a lot when we were in school, too.
We are of the same age. And we're not blood-related, so people don't ever assume we're siblings. So when people talk to you about making a move on your beautiful sister...

It's awkward. To say the least.

"Man, if I was alone with her. She's so petite and fragile. I would so-"

"Hush." I interrupt

"What? You a homo?"

I sigh, "For brave I (well I deserve that name), with my brandish'd steel, which smoked with bloody execution..."

"What a whack-ass", one smirks to the other, "and now you're quoting Macbeth incorrectly."

"Incorrectly?" I reply.

"Yeah, it's meant to be-"

"I don't think I'm incorrect."

"What do you mean!? You're fu-"

The syringe sinking all too easily,
First one is out. The other attempts to run off in fear,
Too slow, friend.

Generally, the syringe's contents would be filled with some deadly evil, but today since my sister is around, they're only out of it for the next 48 hours.

I pick the hotel knob's lock. The overly decorated lock is really more ceremonial than practical. Maybe they assumed that anyone staying at this suite would be rich enough to afford personal guards...

Walking further into the overly large chambers...

My God this place is huge.

Closing my eyes and refreshing my thoughts, I head straight for where my sister would probably be; in front of the television.

Anime Fanatic since young. I think the term is 'otaku'?
Not quite sure. I've been out of the pop culture loop for too long.

I hear the television with the native-Japanese form of animation on the screens. And my sister laughing.

I enter her ridiculously sized bedroom, to find her back facing the door.
This is what happens when she forgets about I taught her on personal safety.

I lean on the wall. So happy. I wonder if I should ever even bother her.
I stop wondering.

"Lunch, ma'am?" I ask politely. She doesn't even turn around to check.

"You sound like someone new", still not turning around, "thanks for bringing it to me, just leave it on the bed okay?"

"Of course."

Frankly, I'm a little disappointed that she hasn't even checked who I was. That's a basic safety rule. Always know who's around you. If you don't know, then you could be sitting next to Death. Or me.

Or both.

"Umm... What's for dinner, new guy?" She asks still staring at the screen. Her innocent youth is one of the aspects that makes her so lovable.

"I wouldn't know. I'm sure it's good. The chef would serve nothing unworthy for a princess of the New Chinese Empire..."

Oh, right. I forgot to mention.
The family that adopted my sister, they're The Royal Family.

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The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy:

Entry 9164-OUFR

Topic: The Evolution of the Present World


The Present World, categorised as the epoch of time of the world ranging from roughly 100 years ago to present, was started off unsurprisingly by so many events, it could only speculated at what really was the 'true' cause of the state of the Present World.

Many scientists claimed that it was just a fairly larger version of all of the world's changes in the past. Only that this time, the names of the main factions of the groups were surprisingly uncreative and probably could've came out of the mind of a 16 year old child.

The world's great thinkers (or the ones who can think and are still alive) agree generally on the reasons of: food shortages, poor decision making, the global economy, climate change and oddly enough, the invention of microphones that turn themselves off and on simply by the user saying 'off' or 'on'.

Since the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy doesn't like writing long explanations all that much and know that you're probably too busy to read all this, and that if you do read all this, then you don't get out enough to actually have any of the world's politics apply to you; we have shorten each of the reasons into a small summary.

For further information on each reason, please inquire the Guide for further explanation.


Linked with many other reasons, especially climate change and the global economy, food shortages started to appear even at harsher amounts in the continent of Africa and the Middle East.

The Middle East was lucky that the newly formed New China Empire was happy to absorb the region into it's increasingly large borders, and to absorb their military into New China's.

Africa wasn't so fortunate. After the European Union withdrawing all form of aid, due to their own financial issues, the African continent bonded together to jointly attack the EU who they claimed pulled out of the area "...because they're just really, really selfish."

The European Union, who was and still is the leader in technological warfare and warfare satellite development, utterly destroyed Africa and turning the entire continent into a place so riddled with radiation and biowaste that scientists have predicted that the continent will be unable to sustain life for the next 1000 years.

Poor Decision Making has been over and over before.
From the decision to create the Universe to the decision of letting the late United States of America choose their own president.

But none can be more comparable to the EU's idiotic decision to agree to the Information Technology Trading Scheme, they signed with New China.

New China would provide funds, supplies and military aid for return of the European Union's advance technology and to be able to have any other advances that the EU makes in the future.

Of course, New China, took the technology and instead of giving the money to the EU, used it on themselves to make the weapons and equipment that made the small EU so grand in the first place.

This resulted in the New China Empire and especially The Royal Family of New China (which was funnily enough, ethnically Japanese-English mixed) to become extremely rich, powerful and to force the EU to continue to give their technology up to New China return for not destroying the entire EU within five minutes of a Warfare Satellite Raid.

To the makers of the Guide,
Economics is just plain boring.
The gist of it was prices went up,
People didn't take it well and now we're stuck like this.

You probably being a rich underground character and us being writers for this fabulous book.

Enough said.

The guy's at the Guide are too lazy... Just click the link. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZMwKPmsbWE)
It's kinda like that. Except the part where we all die.
We're not that far into the plot yet.


During what would be assumed the last 'proper' meeting of the now-dissolved United Nations, all nations were present in what was supposedly the meeting to ultimately and finally resolve on how to fight climate change.

During a 10 minute break, the president of the US, without realising that new microphones had been installed, that could be switched on and off by simply saying 'ON' or 'OFF', ended saying to himself:

"This meeting keeps going on and on and on. By now, Russia should be just realising that we're on the way."

In which, he smiled and laughed to himself.
Despite this sounding entirely false, idiotic and made up by the Guide, the quote presented is entirely true.

With that, Russia ended up in a full-scale war with the US.
The US could have possibly won, but New China decided to help Russia out (in return for Russia joining New China), and that was the end of the United States of America.

Because there were some places that were not under attack,
A Civil War broke out in the United States. The current status of the war is unknown, as we assume that they're level of dangerousness and technology is probably on the same level as cavemen.



The Guide Notes:
There's a lot of stuff to read this time around.
The Guide apologises for not being able to summarise the entry better.

We hope to fix this problem in Version 14.25.
Click Here to Download a Demo of Version 14.25! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WB8XDk3sQBc)

[Lex]

:D, awesome, hurry up and bring a new edition out!

[Artemis]

Was waiting for someone to comment to avoid double posting.
Was also distracted by the Vogons (more commonly known as C46) of Club Bleach.
Hopes that the Vogons know I love actually love each one of them very much (though doubts that any read this series)....

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Nine

Ugh.
Fried chicken? For serious?
My perfect adopted sister. No amount of fatty and unhealthy foods she ate could ever affect her image.
This became one reason over the jealousy from other girls in our school.

The countless amount of boys telling me to hook them up to her.
The countless amount of girls asking me to tell them her 'skeleton in the closet'.
The countless amount of teachers requesting to know whether my sister's perfect assignments were offspring of the internet.
My sister is perfect.

The ideal adopted child of The Royal Family.
The Royal Family, was actually only the ruling family of New China, but since ever other monarch was killed or removed from their throne, it became clear that they were the only royals left in the world.

"So what is it?" She asks. I'm still disappointed that she hasn't even bothered to turn and look at who she's talking to. Unsafe and unpolite.

"Fried chicken, ma'am."

"Yum! You know, you awfully sound like my ex-brother!"

Ex-brother? You were the one to say that I'd always be your brother, not matter what. And now I was demoted to an ex-family member. Ouch.

"Oh, who was your ex-brother, may I ask?"

"Before I was adopted, I use to live with another family that adopted me. The House of Enfield."

"You mean the same House that used to rule half of Europe?"

"Is there any other?"

I'm surprised that she's so open about it.
I hate boasting, but its true. I am technically the head of the House of Enfield.
Not that it means much anymore.

"So, what happened to your brother?" I ask.

"I don't know. I really don't. I miss him so much. I used to have a crush on him, you know? It sounds weird. But our parents raised us to know that we weren't biological siblings. In fact, I think they wanted us to become a couple. Made things easier for them."

My parents. Useless. Utterly Useless.
Couldn't even defeat the EU in the Europe War.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah!"

"Good thing you liked him then. I suppose then you'd both become rulers, or as he would say 'Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici'."

She finally realises who I am.
She turns to see my reading the newspaper on her bed.

"What the Hell!? Why didn't you tell me who you were in the first place!?"

She blushes. This is all to much like a Japanese-based series.
Stupidity at its finest.

"You know. You really shouldn't be eating fried foods this much, Lady Sibylla of New China. It is really bad for your health."

"Shut up! That's not the thing you should be thinking about now! You should be answering my questions!"

"Questions?"

"Yeah! Where were you? What did you do? Why didn't you visit me!?"

"I've been many places since last time, I did quite a few neat things and it's really hard to get passed security."

She stared at me. Her withering stare. Learned that from mother.

"No, I didn't kill them, Eva. I rather like your new name 'Sibylla'. The Royal Family think that 'Eva' was too common?"

She nodded. She felt like crying. Emotions are hard to deal with.
Tearing up, she still doesn't know what to say or think. I hug her.

Poor girl. She's gone through so much.
The only person's life I value above my own.

I see something.
Something reflecting the street lamp's light.

I push my sister out of the way and then follow her.
A bullet blitzes through the window.

Lucky for me.
Though I have no equipment.

Eva is in a daze. She doesn't take attempted assassinations well.
...

And she probably won't be taking that explosion well either.

Chaos is ensuing.
Eva is crying.

And I'm stuck in a situation I can't handle.
Lady Luck loves me.
God despises me.

[Pyramus]

This... is just getting too awesome for words! Please my almighty writing friend keep this going!

Btw, another question for the HGTTG:

What happened to Enfield's family and ownership of half of Europe. Does he still own it, and if not, why not?

[Lex]

Lady Luck loves me.
God despises me.
I loved that part! I was smiling the whole time as I read it! Nice one, I await the next edition

[Kefka]

Wow Artemis, even including attempted semi-incest. Seems that our main character has a good chance of drawing trouble to himself. Looking forward to see who started this assassination attempt.

[Artemis]

...even including attempted semi-incest.
But all the cool royals do it.

Oh. And the author thanks all the readers. All three or so of them.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Ten

" 'You go to certain death.'
'All death is certain. I will tell your father what I have seen you become.' "
- Extracted Dialogue from Kingdom of Heaven

And I was enjoying my stay so much as well.
Last time I was in such a nice hotel room was back then.
And now this crap comes up and ruins my day.

I place hold tightly onto Eva's hands and quickly usher her out of the room.
No one would target her. Meaning I'm the one supposed to be dead.

A flood of armed guards swarm in. Whisking away 'Sibylla' to a safety exit. Good thing she has such a large contingent of bodyguards.

She's safe. Unconscious due to the shock.
Would've liked to talk to her more.
Suppose I can do that later.

Another bullet from my friendly sniper misses me slightly.
My parents made a fine choice engineering me.

Back to the situation.
I sigh. I wished I could just to talk to Eva.
So much easier than this.

I don't have any weaponry. This will be tough.

The other guards saw me as one of their own and assumed that I would find my own way out.
Though I know that eventually they'll realise and then shoot me.

So much to complain about. I sigh again.
I should really be feeling honoured. After all, someone went out of their way to shoot at me. And just me.

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Is this how it feels to know someone appreciates your existence?
No. Wait. It's just the flames growing.

Damn. I was sure I was starting to feel positive about the scenario.
Oh well.

Very well planned though. The whole Killing-Me Plot.
I walk quickly, but calmly, to the main foyer. Looking around.
There's another fancy looking door that has 'EMERGENCY ESCAPE: OPENING THIS DOOR WILL RAISE ALARM' written on it.

I'll assume that that this is an emergency. I open the door.
The speakers producing a loud siren noise.

I blitz down the stairs. Surprised that no one is actually in the building anymore.
Security has gotten so relaxed nowadays.

The international stalemate has caused world politics and tensions to cool and slow down.
It's a fantastic world.

Reaching the final floor.
The hotel isn't that high, actually.
They focused more on the length and width than height.
Good thing too. My legs are burning.

I reach the outside.
Leaving through a delivery dock at the back of the hotel.
Still seeing no one.

This escape is far too easy.
Surely someone is following.
Or shooting.
Or aiming.


Anything?

"Heya there, kingy."

"I prefer 'prince' " I comment. Whoever is talking to me, is behind me. I hear a cocking of a pistol. We've just met, and this guy is already getting aggressive.

Some people, honestly.

"I don't see why. 'King' is such a better title. I mean, it makes you sound old, sure, but it makes your name sound better."

"Well. Everyone affiliates the 'King', as the one that failed my kingdom. And I hardly want to share the same title as my failure of a father."

"That must hurt his feelings."

"If he had any."

"Ah, true."

"May I turn around?"

"I really rather not. I forgot to wear makeup, you see."

"Wouldn't matter. You're wearing a mask anyway."

She's taking back by surprise.
Well, I think it's a she. Otherwise, 'he' has got one feminine voice.
Pretty darn sexy, the voice, may I add.

"Oh how did you know?"

"Reflection from the delivery van over there." I reply, indicating which truck by jerking my head.

"Well done. As expected from the 'prince', I suppose."

"Really, stop talking like me."

"Like you?"

"My speech patterns. The vocabulary I use. Mocking me by using the same cocky tone I do doesn't help the situation."

She laughs. Darn sexy laugh as well.

"You know who else to make fun of you this way?"

"Well, you."

"Huh?"

"Don't think I don't know who you are."

She replies with a bit of a step back in shock.
And then I think does some kind of gasp. It's hard to tell with the mask on and all.

I decided to continue:
"Nice to meet you again, sis. The evil one, I mean."

My family had a thing for adopting beautiful women.

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The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy:

Entry 90210-ONEYMK

Topic: The Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem


The Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem, shares a very vague but similar history as the original Kingdom of Jerusalem.

The rulers, being the House of Enfield, set Jerusalem as the central capital for their kingdom, despite their ethnicity being of mainly European backgrounds.

Their DNA being able to link to the royal families of England, France, Portugal and Monaco.

Due to complications that even the Guide has trouble comprehending (due to the wild, stupid and rash ways of modern royal families) of how about the House of Enfield was able to so easily establish their kingdom that included sections of the Middle East, Europe and even starting to edge into Asia.

In order to not bore you,
We've provided a few summarised passages regarding the more essentially needed knowledge of what used to be one of the largest and most powerful kingdoms in the history of mankind.

And how one idiotic king made it all go wrong.


As being summarised, the House of Enfield were a line unknowns that surprisingly and through all improbable chance be related to so many formerly existing royal families. (Although it should be noted that the English royal family is still in power.) They were considered perhaps the most benevolent of all royal families in existence, prior to Grand King Baldwin Enfield succeeded the thrown.

He is entirely blamed for the downfall of Jerusalem.

His eldest son, the Crown Prince, should be credited as the final effort to retain Jerusalem's power and status, but due to the poor choices caused by his father, the kingdom crumbled.

The writer of this article for the Guide notes that he used to be a citizen of Jerusalem, and particularly hates King Baldwin and is quite a fan of the Crown Prince.

Generally, the final family was considered to consist of:
Monarch: Grand King Baldwin Charles Sidon Enfield
Monarch Consort: Grand Queen Isabella Eve Avery Enfield

Heir Apparent: Crown Prince NAME UNKNOWN

Other:
Princess NAME UNKNOWN [adopted]
Princess Eve Elizabeth Victoria Enfield [adopted]
Prince Eugene Desmond Azim Enfield

It should be noted that Prince Eugene Enfield died within the first week of the EU-Jerusalem War.

It should be noted that the Crown Prince and the Princess had removed all lasting record of their name.

It should be noted that Princess Eve Enfield was readopted by The Royal Family of New China and renamed 'Sibylla'.

Although the Crown Prince and the Princess removed their names from all records to conceal their names after their escaped and went underground, there are many former Jerusalem citizens that still know of their names. Despite this, they respect their former royal's decision to hide and choose to keep their names silent.

The Guide states that is is impressed by their loyalty.

The Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem started of initially by the House of Enfield as a mainly city-state country, ruling only Jerusalem itself and its surrounding area, mainly by taking seize of the unclaimed land after Israel had lost its war.

The final borders of Jerusalem extended to great reaches, covering much land and with it being able to sustain all of its citizens and became known as one of the most prosperous and grandest nations of the world in its prime time.

At its greatest points, the Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem's territory was at as follows in the given map:

The Editor of the Guide apologises for the writer's horrible map.
The map does indicate the comparison of the last update of independent nations with the territory of Jerusalem (marked with blue).
http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t214/Scorch777/SovereignKingdomofJerusalem.jpg

The Guide was too surprised at the kingdom's sheer size at the time of its power peak.


The European Union had finally established itself as a united faction, lowering its borders with each other and became far more powerful than it was before. This was all a measure to ensure that it could have the unity in strength with such close and overpowering neighbours such as New China and Jerusalem.

The EU convinced Jerusalem to sign a peace treaty and offered to help Jerusalem to fight New China, which both viewed as a massive threat.

King Baldwin of Jerusalem failed to see that it was a betrayal.
And initiated a full scale nuclear war with New China.

Although New China had its Warfare Satellite Program which added a a massive advantage in its fighting edge.

The entire war could have been avoided in many people's eyes as King Baldwin's father, the former king of Jerusalem were on extremely good relations with The Royal Family of New China.

New China didn't see an issue when destroying Jerusalem.
The idea went 'new king, new enemy'.

And although New China continued their good relations with Jerusalem AFTER the old king's death (to a point where New China was thinking of giving Warfare Satellite technology as a present for Jerusalem), King Baldwin was far too stupid to realise this.

It turns out that stupidity, became the world's largest cause of death.


The Guide Notes:
There's a lot of stuff to read this time around.
The Guide apologises for not being able to summarise the entry better.

We hope to fix this problem in Version 14.25 -
Along with hundreds of new extra features to be added in!

Click Here to see one of the many new extra features! (http://www.xbox.com/en-US/games/c/castlecrashersxboxlivearcade/)

[Lex]

:D thanks for the thanks.
At this point I hate you...now I have to wait till monday to find out whats going to happen in the story!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not fair ;_;

[Pyramus]

I am loving the story SO much! It is exciting!

Your words flow very nicely ;)

[Artemis]

'A Violet On My Ritz' is still really visible in the writing section...
Show how little constantly updated series there are in this forum,
And how little readers there are as well.

Thanks again for viewing this series.
And sorry for such a dry and boring chapter.

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Death Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Eleven

"So... How are you doing nowadays?"

Most people seem to find a problem in starting conversations when they have a gun aimed at the back of their head. That's usually the reason why they don't get the chance to continue the conversation.

But not me.
Nope. Breath in. Breath out.

There are much worst things than an adopted sister pointing a gun at your while the building you're standing next to is unstable and has a high chance of toppling on top of you.
I can't think of any now,
But I'm sure there's worse.

"I'm doing fine. Not that you care."

"Of course I care."

"You haven't visited me, or called me, or anything."

My other sister is much like Eva.
Except she's better much than me in open combat.

Could be worse, I find that phrase repeating in my head a lot.

"Well, it's hard to track you down."

"Liar. Last time you were in Europe, you never even said 'hello' and you knew I was finishing a project there."

"That was because I had an... issue with the Prime Minister."

She understands what I mean.

"I see." she replies. She's quite calm about these sorts of thing.

You see, she's like me.
Doing our part for the world.
Some may say it's a violent approach to saving the world,
But she and I don't seem to find a problem in doing this way. It's just us being ourselves.

I suppose you can blame poor parenting.

She lowers the gun. She runs and hugs me.
Out of the four children, she was the second oldest; after me.
Trying to show her younger sister how to act strong, aristocratic and unemotional.
In truth, you could make her skulk for a week just by saying 'your hair looks odd today'.
Big softy, that sister of ours.

Oh. She just got a revelation.

"What about Eva! She's still-"

"Her guards escorted her out. But we need to leave. You really overdid the bomb. Look at the building."

I point out the obvious large hole, and the flames coming out.
She purposely put it on the other side of the hotel.

So she could show off with a big bang and not completely evaporate me.

"Shut up."

We quickly move out of the way.
The streets are filled with people watching the fiery building slowly collapse and we blend in with the crowd that stand in awe of the sight.

From looking after one sister to the another.
At least this one doesn't faint at the sight of chaos.

Wait. A thought.

"Sis, you only detonated the bomb, yes?"

"What do you mean 'only'? What else did I do?"

I close my eyes. Breath in. Breath out.
For all I know, that could be the last intake of oxygen for me ever.

Because if my sis didn't try to snipe me down.
Who did? My Killer Friend?

Unlikely. That was a coincidence that someone was going kill the same person as me.

Things are getting worrisome.
What's more, I'm stuck with my stubborn sister.

She may be of some use, considering how talented she is.
But, still. Only causes more things to stress about.

Good thing my younger brother is already dead, otherwise I'd have to look after him too.
Useless kid. Failed in combat classes. Not even Eva failed.
No wonder he died so quickly.

I sigh, I should not speak so ill of the dead.
Especially when it seems that I have a high chance of meeting up with him soon.

I grab my sister's hand and dash into the subway tunnels. I quickly purchase two passes and hop onto a train that's just about to leave.

I have no where to go, no one to meet and no people to rely on.
It's becoming a trend.


...I think I know who's trying to get me dead.
My patron. He no longer thinks of the art I do as something he wants to take part in, and therefore he must silence the artist that feeds him.

But for now I need to get that sniper.
Lucky for me, I know where to find him.

And then maybe, I can get back doing what I need to do.
I'm almost done finishing The List.
There's only one more person on The List that's still alive.
Plus the assassin who's trying to kill me and my patron,
That's three people left.


I suppose I'm nearing the end of my journey.
And in the end, I can declare that the Crown Prince of Jerusalem had conquered the Universe in his own deluded way.

Aquila Dominic Roireiur Azra "Laughing God" Enfield,
Crown Prince of The Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem,
Causer of death of many,
God of a perfected art,

And now,
Conqueror of the World

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Author's note:

If you didn't realise for some reason, that's his name.
Crown Prince Aquila Dominic Roireiur Azra "Laughing God" Enfield

Or just Aquila Enfield.

[Pyramus]

Good again XD And my name is in the character! Yippie XD

And it was not a boring chapter, don't be so hard on yourself :D

[Artemis]

Small filler-like chapter.
Gives a better understanding...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Twelve

In tradition with the House of Enfield, the Sovereign Kingdom of Jerusalem never officially publicly releases the names of its members apart from the King and Queen.
Of course, it gets leaked out in various ways, but because of that it was easy for our names to be ridden of in the records.

Although New China released Eva's old and new name.
And we never bothered to remove our youngest brother's name.

That's another issue I have with the Guide's article.
It was never really solely my father and his lack of leadership skills that was to blame. It was the fact that he favoured his youngest son so much that he sacrificed his kingdom and his people just for the prince.

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene.

I would think it was either a combination of my father's jealousy of me or fear of me, tied in with the fact that Prince Eugene Desmond Azim Enfield was the only child of his that was biological and shared the same interests in him.

What I wanted was to put a nation before a family.
What he wanted was to put him and his favourite child before his people.

That was where we disagreed upon.

But because I never chose to usurp his title as king, or never took up more leadership than what he gave me,
My father and Eugene both helped each other to destroy the Kingdom.

My sister sleeps upon my shoulder.
I forgot to mention her name. It was:
Princess Avery Crux Corona Enfield

Not sure what is is now.
She changes it a lot, like me.

She's off on her own mission.
All three remaining Enfields, trying to save the world.

Eva tries sweet words, Avery tries to conquer the mysterious science of Edenology and I try to be rid of everyone that I perceive as evil.

I naturally take on the front that we're all onto something.
Though I still think my way is the most effective.

We're almost there. The plane trip was long.
At least Avery can get back to her work. While I get back to mine.

I look out the window.
Hm.
Seems like it's been a while since they last cleaned the Eiffel Tower.

[Pyramus]

Ooo, the story moves onto Paris! Sounds quite good :p

[Lex]

AWESOME! Been a while for me to read, sorry about it, but you know how life can get, bleh

[Artemis]

More and more birds becoming evident in the series....
Please note, there's a difference between Crow, crow and CROW...


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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Thirteen

A Crow lands on my shoulder.
It would look odd but,
Messenger birds in the EU are very popular nowadays..

Avery's AEA (Advanced Eden Alterations) help with my Crows.
The transfers between the Crow's recordings and data is now completed within a second and I the data is implemented into my brain as if it was my own memories and visuals.

The Crow pushes off my shoulder and flaps off at extreme speeds, being lost in the skies within 30 seconds.
I scout around with my own sensors, I can't find any evidence, but I'm sure Lord Creator Atum is watching.
Crap.

Lord Creator Atum told me not to use any CROWs until I was back in service, but we can discuss my CROW usage during non-service periods later.
Besides, Lord Creator Ra won't mind.

Avery has gone back to her headquarters, where she will continue her efforts in Edenology. Because of her, underground technology has surpassed the technology of any faction in the world.

The only difference is that the factions have larger pockets.

Back to the task.
I have given up on the assassin who tried to kill me.
He's turn invisible. If he belongs to the Hashshashin, he's probably gone and done something so fanatical that he's dead.

And Ra has told me to leave my patron alive and well.
Only so that I may use him for later purposes.
And I obey Ra's word and will.

Meaning, once I've finished my list, I can go back home.
Yes, I actually do have a 'home'. Though not the same type as most have.

There is one left.
And the bomb is already planted.
I had Sethlans increase the FMC (Fine Motor Capabilities) of my Crows, to a point where I taught them to plant bombs for me.

Ah, Edenology.
The reason why we no longer feel the need for God.

A Crow has given me the timing data, which is apparently to go off in five minutes. Fine and beautiful work, my Crows.

Sethlans herself, is also a reason why we no longer feel the need for God.

I wait around in front of the Eiffel Tower.
Like I said, it has not be cleaned for some time.
But still, grand and old and beautiful.
It is only a short walk from my target's building as well.

Two minutes to go.
If all goes to plan, a Crow will land on my next to me on this bench and tell me what I want to know.

And then it shall head for home to tell them of my return.
I would think they will be eager for their second favourite son's return.
And his welcome-home greeting will be short lived,
Since Baldur will be coming back soon as well.

The house should've been brought down... Now.

I can hear the windows shattering, the car alarms screaming, people chaotically fleeing and an explosion killing a man.

The flaps of my Crow are heard now.
It glides down, landing on my lap.
It gives me the information I need.

I use my AEA to tell it where to go next.

I feel complete. Satisfied. Fulfilled.

I think I'll get a quick bite,
Then to the airport, a quick drive and then to home.

I desire to be back at home.

[Pyramus]

Haha, nice and simple, yet filled with interesting details, well done again Nick!

[Lex]

Nice, but for a change I have to do my job and point out a fault I noticed...sorry about this...
flaps off in extreme speeds this isn't quite right, perhaps change it to :flaps off at an extreme speed
I saw another but I can't find it now...but anyway, awesome story

[Artemis]

Until my Xbox Live and/or my MSN Messenger is running again,
I'll be making these chapters at an overly fast rate...
Oh, and thanks for the grammar check.

Note: A tad long. It's mostly dialogue, though.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Fourteen

My home is the rebuilt and glorious fortress of Alamut.
It was left in ruins epochs ago, and since no one wishes to venture into the anarchic region of the Middle East, it would be the most isolated places in the world.
And we keep it that way.

Wondrous and mystical flying creatures have been rumoured to have flown at great speeds out of and into the fortress.
These 'creatures' are in fact, our CROWs.

I share my home with many others.
Most are simply commoners, who we have deemed worthy enough to live within Alamut and be under our protection. They are the common people that we have the most faith in the world. We believe that they are the most superior commoners left.

The Commoners, as they have named themselves, our people who have come to find refuge in the closest thing to the Garden of Eden within out walls.
We give them hope, safety and peace.

The others, such as me, are a kind of our own.
In case you were wondering about why Sethlans, Baldur, Atum and Ra have such names. Each of our 'kind' have been given a name of a mythological God to represent who we are.

Gods that protect them from the horrors of outside the Gates of Alamut.


I have reached the entrance to the gates of Alamut.
The old worn-down gates and its adjoined walls are what keeps home away from the dystopian world.

Riding on horse is the easiest ways to get here, oddly enough.
It allows you to travel by yourself, not have to deal with tires stuck in sand and not deal with terrain issues either.

Especially since AEA has made these horses far better than the ones of old.

I pick up the overly large door-knocker, which could only be described as a huge iron ring, much like a regular door-knocker, except this one is far a gigantic gate.

Silence.

I knock again.
Oh, wait. It's been some time since I've came back.
I forgot entirely with the entrance protocols.

I know they've got a CROW lurking around here, so I decide to just speak in a regular tone.

The entrance code:

"La shai wak'ion motlaq bal kollon momken."

"First Code, Accepted." A child-like voice replies, probably coming from a CROW.

"Pro fide, pro utilitate hominum."

"Second Code, Accepted."

"Vi veri veniversum vivus vici."

"Third Code, Accepted. Welcome home, Dis Pater."

I sigh. I dislike my God-title. The fact that Commoners and other 'Gods' call me that is also to my dislike. I am the fourth 'God of Death'. The three before being called Hades, Orcus and Pluto.

Commoners, both children and adult alike, gather around the opening gates. Awaiting to find who is entering Alamut.
There are only two people who really ever Alamut, Gods that are back on business or newly-accepted Commoners.

Some look disappointed. They were probably hoping it was Baldur.
The favourite God among the Commoners and other Gods.
Whereas I am the least liked among the Commoners.

They view me by my title of Dis Pater.
That my only use is to bring death and kill.
And in a way, it's true. I have the highest kill-count out of all the Gods.

Not to mention that I almost never attend any celebrations, ceremonies or festivals that involve God-Commoner interactions.

Oh well. I don't like them all that much either.
I protect them, as it is my duty. But it doesn't mean I must like them.

I walk passed them, breaking through the crowd and head for the Palace. Where I will meet with my comrades and tell Ra that I am back in his service. Kind of.

I reach the entrance of the open-roof grand garden foyer of the Palace.
Atum goes out to greet me. He looks unhappy.
He dislikes me as much as the Commoners do.

"Dis Pater, have I not told you to never use CROWs during personal business?" He yells from the entrance to the Palace itself. I am standing on one side of the gardens, and he on the other.

Simply just yelling at each other. Things are back to normal.

"Have I not told you that I frankly don't care what you've told me?"

"Such insolence is most befitting of a God."

"God? Since when were we Gods?"

"Since we were founded as a pantheon of protectors, Dis Pater!"

I laugh. So arrogant. Good thing he actually has talent and skills.
Otherwise I would've left this 'pantheon' ages ago because of him.

"We aren't a pantheon. I'm not Dis Pater. And we're definitely not Gods."

"Not Dis Pater?", he replies. Selective hearing is what he's showing, "Then what are you? A Commoner!?"

"At least they don't have to report to you everyday."

"Silence! No more! If you were not favourited by Ra and showed the skills you have, I would have killed you long ago!"

"Well. If I were not favourited by Ra and be so humble about my skill, you would have been dead much longer than when you have killed me."

Before we start another loop of yelling, Eirene comes through the Palace's entrance and into the garden, realising what is going on.

"Both of you stop, please! Atum, he is your fellow God. You should welcome your brother home."

Eirene. Named after the Greek Goddess of Peace.
Aptly named, may I add.

"And as for Aquila, you should stop as well. Atum is a Lord Creator. Show your respects."

We both stay silent and Atum returns to his chambers high up in the Palace. I walk up to Eirene.

"About time you showed up."

"Hmph. If you weren't so argumentative, you would have no need for me."

"Probably. Has much changed?"

"Since you last left? No, not much. My Baldur still has not returned, though."

"I can tell."

"Hm? How?"

"The streets are not rejoicing."

She laughs a bit and then walks off.

"Welcome home, brother-in-arms."

Ra finally makes an appearance. About time.
He should've came earlier, really.

"Dis Pater, we have much to talk."

"Oh really? From what I hear, nothing is different."

"That's what Eirene thinks. But she's not in the higher pantheon."

"She has it easy, I suppose. Let us go to your quarters, then."

"Yes, but first, let me be able to say that the Providence welcomes you home, God of Death."

I am the Conqueror of the World.
But who says I can not serve another?
I belong to the organisation Providence and the Lord Creator Ra.

Let my servitude to both bring me what I need.
Safety and peace.

The Providence for eternity.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/ca/ChristianEyeOfProvidence.png

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Author's Note:

If anyone can tell me either:
- Where each access code comes from (Could be a movie, game, organisation, etc.)

OR

- What do they translate to in English

They earn a rep from me. And a character made in their honour.
And just so you know:

1st Access Code: "La shai wak'ion motlaq bal kollon momken."
(Quote, Arabic)

2nd Access Code: "Pro fide, pro utilitate hominum."
(Motto, Latin)

3rd Access Code: "Vi veri veniversum vivus vici."
(Quote, Latin)

[Pyramus]

Oooo, You just went Too Human on our asses! This could turn into something good!

[Artemis]

The Too Human inspiration was tapped into a tad too much...
Using company resources to write this chapter...
This chapter would've came out last night, but I found it too hard to write it via iPod Touch.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Fifteen

I am told the world is to undergo a grand war. An Apocolypse, some say.
Every Laos Theon of the Higher Pantheon is stating it.
Every CROW in our service is reporting it.
Every Providence Acolyte is giving us intel on it.

Yet, I say: The Apocolypse had been undergoing long before our existence.
Probably even before the Providence's existence.

I didn't realise that everyone else just found out that we were all going to die just a month ago. If I knew that everyone was that ignorant, I would've told them all long ago.

I think Ra knew. Atum, probably as well.
I sit in Ra's throne hall. Atum has his own.

Ra's throne hall is a bit more... Humble?
It's more of a highly decorated room with books, digital and holographic screens everywhere.
Has a regal technological cosy feel to it.

Whereas Atum's is... Well. It's something my father or younger brother would have wanted. Big, shiny and intimidating.

"You invite yourself to sit in Ra's throne room?"

Again, it is Atum who questions my permission to sit on a chair.

"We're all good friend. Let's try to act like it", says Ra as he enters.

"Do not let your favourtism play a part in your perception of this boy."

"I hit puberty some time ago, Atum."

"See? See how he tries to come at me with his sharp tongue?"

I sigh, "That wasn't even a 'sharp' comment, Lord Creator Atum."

"Atum, just go already." Ra says in a commanding sounding voice.

"Hmph. Be that way, Ra."

He leaves. Finally.

"Aquila, you must get along better with him in the future. Makes things easier for all of us."

"Will do."

"So, have you heard of the news?"

"You mean the Prime Minister of England? Yes, dreadful stuff."

"I'm assuming that's a 'no'. Oh, and we ridded of your competitor."

"How!?"

"You know that my CROWs are far superior than any elses of the Providence. Including yours, even despite the upgrades performed by your sister."

"Fair enough. So what is this news then?"

"Baldur has been caught and held imprisoned in New China." He replies while rubbing his face.

"And that is why the world will end?"

"Oh, no. Not even our favourite is that much of a reason to cause our doom."

"Then?"

"That information is for me and Atum to know."

"Then what is the point of telling me?"

"To keep you informed." He finishes with a grin.

"Then if you do not allow me to stop the Apocolypse, then you are asking me to retrieve Baldur?"

"Yes. Eirene doesn't know of it, so don't tell her."

"Again, the people's hate helps the people's love."

"Don't compare you and Baldur simply based on how the people view you."

"I don't. I am greater than him. In both rank and skill."

"You got that rank part right..."

"I am the God of Death. There is a reason you gave me that title."

"True enough. Retrieve him, and all the world will know of your skill then."

"Show me the mission's informaton and I'll show my superiority."

"We don't have any mission information. We only learned of his capture last night. Majority of my CROWs are on tasks of their own and Atum doesn't use CROWs."

"So, I have to start from nothing?"

"Unfortunately so."

"Oh well. Could be worse."

I stand up. And walk off.

"I wish you the best."

I don't turn around. I continue to walk out.

Before I leave, at the door: "Eternal Providence, Lord Creator Ra."

A Crow of mine lands on my shoulder.
I tell it to notify the others of our new task.

It departs. And soon, so will I.

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The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy:

Entry 90210-ONEYMK

Topic: Cinquieme Reconnaissance Operation Wraith


The Cinquieme Reconnaissance Operation Wraith (CROW) is a multi-purpose scouting, gathering and stealth machine considered to be one of the greatest inventions of all kind.

Using advanced forms of Edenology, CROWs are made from actual animals, converting them via AEA to a hybrid of animal and advanced cybernetics. The average CROW is approximately 60% Cybernetics and 40% Organic, though this varies depending on the purpose, use and type of CROW.

The main users of CROWs are the secretive and infamous group, the Providence.
Who are rumoured to use CROWs for scouting, intelligence gathering and even bomb planting and other forms of assassination.

Since a CROW can made from any animal (the smallest Advanced CROW ever to be known and invented was made out of Dragonfly), it is often extremely hard to find CROWs among animals and environments.

CROWs show high levels of intelligence and utilise their organic and cybernetic instincts to provide the greatest form of semi-sentient scouts.

Originally, CROWs were attempted to be made without needing an animal, this proved to be slightly disappointing, as success rates were far higher with animal-based CROWs. This is because animal-based CROWs are easier to blend, because they retain their original organic behaviours and movements and because they retain their original organic instincts.

Having a high cybernetic-based CROW results in advanced movement, speed and abilities, though lacks in organic movements and instincts. This means that although it can do much, it would fail to resemble or act like a regular animal. Also, detectors and Attuned Cameras can spot the excess amounts of robotics and cybernetics in a passing by CROW. High amounts of cybernetics allows CROWs to transfer data and reports it has collected or made faster and better to its owner.

Having a high organic-based CROW results in more fluid movement, uses higher amounts of natural instincts, but results in CROWs that may revolt and not do as commanded. It may also result in poor abilities such as lack of speed and accuracy. It also may result in the CROW not being able to maintain its dedication to the task and may go off and do something more animal-like, such as eating, hunting, etc. High organics may result in poor transfer rates and data-storage for recon missions for CROWs.

The level of technology and materials used means that CROWs are extremely expensive. On average a C-60/O-40 (Cybernetics - 60% / Organics - 40%), costs in materials alone roughly 5 million Euros.

Other Facts:

Smallest CROW ever to be made: CROW-Form23-PROTO (Dragonfly), created by the European Union
Largest CROW ever to be made: FREAK-VERXIII (Elephant), created by the European Union
Most Advanced CROW to be made: Vulture-Eagle Hybrid CROW, discovered by the EU, suspected to be created by the Providence
Owner of the largest amount of crows: Providence (not definite)
Highest Budget for CROW development and research: Providence (not definite)
Lowest Cybernetics in a CROW ever to be made: Instinct-Model 1 PROTO, C-14.5/O-84.5 created by the European Union
Lowest Organics in a CROW ever to be made: Vulture-Eagle Hybrid CROW, C-91/O-09, discovered by the EU, suspected to be created by the Providence

[Lex]

-big grin- getting awesome! Just one sentence didn't quite work out too well:
"I'm assuming that's a 'no'. Oh, and we ridded of your competitor."
I think you left a you out there, maybe it should read: "I'm assuming that's a 'no'. Oh, and we ridded you of your competitor."

[Artemis]

I like the theme, but I don't like how the story is going.
I apologise, it's not as good as I want it to be...

The last Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy entry in the previous chapter is probably one of the most important entries.
It regards everything about CROWs, one of my favourite 'themes' in this series.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Sixteen

"God only God knows I'm trying my best,
But I'm just so tired of this loneliness..."
- Coldplay, Yes!, Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends

The male and female commoners step back.
They get out of my way. I don't blame them.
Every God of Death of the Providence is infamous as the always having the highest kill-count of any member of the Providence.

They step back forming a pathway towards the Gate.
The children ask their parents, saying 'Who is that God?'

Understandable as well, I am noted as God that hardly ever stays at Alamut.

They quieten down their children, still in a state of almost fearing me.
It's quite sad. They all know that the reason the God of Death exists is to kill for them. They would be the last people I would kill.

Oh well. It's better this way. Baldur can handle them when he comes back.
Not only talented on the field, but excellent PR skills, that Baldur.

Surpasses me in both PR skills and rank.
Though I should think that once I finish this task, Ra will place me higher than him on the Ladder of Deities.

I am currently placed Third. He sits on Second.
First is almost impossible to achieve, so all Gods' goals are to reach Second and be known as the greatest servant to the Providence, Ra and Atum.

Enough about rankings.

I reach the gate.
The CROW that was asking me for the Codes finally shows its face.
Ah, it's Janus's CROW.

He only keeps one. He doesn't really need any, since his primary job is to be the God of the Gate, but he's too lazy to ask for codes and whatnot he gets his CROW to do it for him.

His CROW is an Goliath Birdeater Spider. It's abnormally large.
He must have given Edenology Growth Hormones and enlarged it.
If not, God went horribly wrong and gave us something that could possibly give me arachnophobia right here, right now.

"Are we leaving Dis Pater?", the spider asks. It's odd. It's 'mouth' is actually moving like it was speaking.

That must have taken some time to get them to work like that.
Janus has far too much time on his hands.

"I am. We are. Is Janus close by, Goliath?"

Yes, Janus calls his CROW 'Goliath'. People who only keep one or two CROWs, such as Janus or Eirene, actually name these semi-sentient semi-undead creatures.

"Unfortunately not, most honourable lord. My lord Janus is on a vacation."

"Figures. I shall be off. I assume you're smart enough to not need to ask me for the codes?"

"Indeed. My lord Janus had my AEA upgraded for better data processing."

"Far too much time, that man. I shall be off. Open the Gates."

"Of course, most honourable lord."

Goliath's AEAs also involve him being able to control all the Gate's functions. From its defence systems to auto-cleaning functions. With Goliath doing this all, I really wonder why Janus even earns the title of a Providence God.

"Goliath, do I have transport?"

"Why yes, most honourable lord. Lord Creator Ra arranged for Pegasus to take you to the airstrip, where you must pilot the plane yourself."

"Using Pegasus just to get to the airstrip seems a bit excessive. But I will not complain. Thank you Goliath, you do a far better job than your master."

"My duty and service to the Providence."

No. Pegasus isn't a flying horse.
He's the only AEA Horse to be given a God-like title. His results and performance due to the AEA were so great that he is revered almost like one of us.

Although it sounds almost insane, Pegasus can travel speeds up to 110 km/h.

I get upon Pegasus who has come to pick me up.

He isn't a CROW, only an animal that has undergone AEA, meaning he has no speaking or sentient capabilities. He is just a genetically modified animal.

He rides off, extremely fast. Alamut is fading away into the background and the sand of the desert passing me so fast, some of it is scratching my skin.

I look up and see five of my own CROWs following me.
I had Avery make them faster as well.

The speed we're going at is incredibly fast.
The next time I will be able to recollect my own thoughts will be in New China.
Rescuing the God that everybody said would never be caught.

Baldur. brother-in-arms.
I hope he knows that I only go to save him because of Ra and because it'll probably promote my ranking as Second.

I serve Providence.
I do not serve its members. Nor the people it wishes to serve.

I still have my own goals, intentions and outcomes I wish to pursue.

The Providence is only a phase of my existence.
The Simple Architect is the reason of my existence. Well, its death, actually.

[Pyramus]

Getting interesting, very interesting :)

[Artemis]

My favourite character appears...
And she wasn't named after me, either.

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Seventeen

I am the goddess of the hunt, according to Ra and Atum.
If it was looked into more, 'Artemis' was also the goddess of hills, forests and fertility.
But I would think that a goddess of the hunt is more valuable than a goddess of hills.


"When they finally come to destroy the earth they’ll have to deal with you first,
And my money says they won’t know about the 1000 Fahrenheit hot metal lights behind your eyes..."
OK Go, Invincible, Oh No


The Lord Creators are probably furious over my uncalled departure.
Probably not Ra. That continuously jovial idiot.
Can't say that Atum is that much better.
Both idiots. Only difference is that Ra is easier to live with.

Sharon is a bit overly excited to see Dis Pater.
I would rip her neck a new hole right here, right now;
But Dis Pater will track me down.

That's the issue with being a marksmen Goddess.
I don't concentrate much upon other forms of combat.
I forsake those to gain the joy of piercing a cavity in people's bodies from distances away.

Dis Pater is overly skilled.
His marksmanship is comparable to a non-AEA version of me.
But with my AEAs, nothing can compare to my abiities.
Nothing and no one.
I am really the Goddess of the hunt, no doubt.

Sharon should know that even though she's the only Commoner to been given the privilege to work as a field operative, she's a Commoner.
She'd get no where in trying to become Dis Pater's girlfriend.

I must give her credits for being skilled.
She has no AEAs at all and yet she can compare to some of the Lower Pantheon members.
She's been having this thing for Dis for an very long time.
I believe since she was accepted into Alamut.

Ow, shit. My COH Eye is acting up again.
I must get it worked on. I've been using it too much for MBA, known also as Mid-flight Bullet Alteration.
Referring to another my skills to be able to control my bullets slightly by being Edenologically linked to my bullets and altering its flight path to some extent.
I digress.

This f***ing shit eye has been working up too f***ing much on me.
F*** it hurts. F***ing Hell.

I need it to work. About time.
The data I need is being shown in my COH Eye. Perfect.
The Providence won't be pleased that I'm spending my rogue-time stalking a popular Commoner and finding the right time to put a bullet through her head.
But you can't please all the people all the time.

Oh f***.
F***ing, f***, f***, f***.
Why had I not think this through?
Shit.

Seeing a CROW, which oddly enough for him are actually crows, land on Dis Pater's shoulders is a grave sign that he knows all.
We all know his CROWs are only second to Ra's.
He must know of my presence.

He stares right at me.
He has a lower version of COH Eyes. Both of them were replaced.
I only could replace one due to the more advanced COH I chose to have.

His eyes glow the infamous scarlet red.
All COH eyes at time of full activation and use glow scarlet red.
It's a chemical reaction due to the excessive amounts of bio-energy being converted into cybernetic-energy.

He knows.
I am doomed.

Wait. What?
He smiles and waves. Now he points to look around me.
Another CROW of his waits for me. Standing there, perking its head about to give me a message.
It starts talking. Creepy crow.

"Greetings Artemis."

"Is this a message or conversation with Dis or just you?"

"If you mean 'you', you are referring to 'me' as a CROW, then yes, you are talking to this 'me' you refer to."

I sigh. Dis Pater is known for the extensive education he gives to his CROWs, which don't seem to make them smarter... Just more complicated to deal with.

"Then do you carry a message from your master?"

"Yes, actually. My lord's will declares that I tell you it."

"Then do so."

"My lord says that you're looking good and that your figure is as 'hot' as always."

Bastard. I swear some times I could kill the God of Death. The talking crow continues,

"He also says that your COH seems to be working up, and that you need to work on fixing it. He says he can recommend a good non-Providence edenologist.

And finally, my lord says that you have ill intentions on him, he will decapitate you and sell your body to those rich necrophiliac corrupted freaks in New China."

I shiver. His simple threats always seem more real than other people's threats. I respect him for that aspect of him.
Out of all the people I have met, Dis would probably be the one I like the most.
Doesn't mean I actually like him.
Liking people is so hard. A chore, really.

"You can return to your master." I comment to the crow, who is now just watching me pack up my gear as I ready to follow my overly observant brother-in-arms and his in-love lackey.

"I shall. After one more comment he mentioned for me to tell you."

"Would it be another talk about what constitutes 'me' and 'you'? Or another threat, perhaps?"

"No, he told me to tell you two things: 1, your rack is as nice as ever and 2, he loves you dearly."

That completes it. My tolerance chooses to disappear.
I lunge to towards the cybernetic-organic hybrid beast.

It flies off.
Damn f***ing speedy advanced technology s***.
F***ing Hell.
He's an odd one, that Dis Pater.

I am Artemis. I really prefer that name to my real one.
Classier, I think.
But it shows that I am truly a Goddess.
One that more than deserves her title.

[Pyramus]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! If her rack is as big as her coolness.... *Nosebleed*

This story has become very interesting indeed. It is nice to see someone else's monolouge :p

[Artemis]

I sound slightly like I am sexually objectifying women at the moment.
I apologise for this unintentional trend.

I've been going through a bad performance rut in Call of Duty 4, on Xbox Live.
Meaning that Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta production will be on the increase...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Eighteen

" 'All we have seen here are deluded tyrants, heretics and alien scum.'
'You should have looked beyond your mirror, then.'
- Extracted Dialogue from Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War - Dark Crusade

I am finished. The acts I have committed have taken off their masks and presented themselves as the sins I have done against others.
My revelation has come at my end. I suppose it always does.
No one can be god, except God himself.

I am finished. I am not a saviour, an artist with a mission.
I am a deluded killer. And so, I need to take one more life.

I press the pistol against my left eye.
I pull the trigger. The pain comes.
My AEAs allow me to live even with this hole in my head.

I move the gun to my right eye.
Again, the trigger is pulled.

Ah. I feel death now. For so long I have been death.
Now I am for the last time.
And for the first time since Amanda's death, I think I feel happiness.
Or maybe not. I could never tell...



Damn. Dreams as misleading.
And though I would like to lament over my dear Amanda's death, and cry over my lack of ability to know true happiness and start to become more human, I can't.

Artemis and I can't. Not never. Possibly never.

We kill because we need to.
We would like to be disgusted at our work, both of us.
But because of what we must do, we love our work.
Adore it, and ourselves even.

That is who we are. Who we have become.

A crow walks up to me. Artemis wants a conversation.
I shall give her one. Our CROWs being our form of communication, we talk.

"Surprise to see you awake, Dis Pater."

"Ever vigilante, m'lady."

"Heh, I doubt that."

"As far as I'm concerned, I think I proved my vigilance already once today. Must I do it again to show you my skills?"

"No, no. Once is fine. So you know, I plan to follow you."

"To Baldur?"

"Yes, to him."

"Maybe you should rethink that choice. The last time you two met, you almost died."

"...And yet I never managed to succeed to get what I wanted from him."

"Is there any other reason why we must talk?"

"Yes. Sharon. I wish to send her to Hell."

"For now, no. I know you dislike her. You are awfully discriminative."

"I despise her. She dares try to take our privelege?"

Entirely opposite me, Artemis is a strong believer of the god concept by Atum and the Providence. She truly believes that she is deserving of the God title, where I think that declaring ourselves as a God is utterly ridiculous.

"She may be a Commoner, but her abilities surpass many new Providence members. Not to mention she has no AEAs whatsoever. I am sure that Ra is considering to accept her as a potential Providence."

"That act alone will shame us all."

"That kind of thinking is the same as the one we fight against."

"The Providence elates itself to a pantheon of Gods, to ensure that the no one in the world can call themselves a God. Odd ideology."

"I am tired of talking with you. We talk nothing about who we shall kill next and nothing more. Maybe if we talked about setting up a date between you and I, or going steady or even Edenology, I would be more interested.

"So, if you don't mind, I shall go back to dreaming of my suicide."

"And I shall go back to mine, then. Long live the Providence, Dis."

"It shall, Artemis."

Another crow flies through the hotel window and lands next to me.

"Success?"

"Yes, my Lord. Success is the only option."

"Then she is tagged?"

"I shall upload the tracking data to you now, my Lord."

"I assume that you will continuously use the tag to give me updates on her location. Yes?"

"If it is your will."

"It is."

"Then it shall be done, my Lord."

The crow flaps off again. The other crow now stares at me.

"While I go back to slumber, find a government building you can use to find prisoner information. Anything that may indicate Baldur's location, you will tell me about. Yes?"

"Our wings, minds, eyes and hearts are in your service, it is the purpose of the Crows of Dis. Awake tomorrow to find your Crows return with success. Shall the others maintain their guarding duties?"

"Yes. I thank you."

"Thanks are for those who feel they are doing a favour. We do because it is your will, your heart and our purpose."

I smirk. My Crows are overly repetitive over their loyalty to me.

"Of course. Now go."

It flies off.
Tomorrow I shall know where I am to go, what I need to overcome and when can I get rid of the Providence-obsessed Commoner woman.

It would be a shame if Artemis killed her.
But I can think about that some other time.

Now is not the time to think of other people's deaths.
It's the time to think of mine.

[Lex]

OH WOW!!!!! 3 editions for me! Thanks the last three were awesome, nice to see from other peoples views within one book. Keep up the good work! One typo though: So, if you don't mind, I shall go back to dreaming of my suicide."
You for got the other "
Till next time
-Salute-

[Artemis]

This is a small step in a greater leap,
All to win the territory of Writing and Literature.

Remember that 7th will be the rulers of this domain...

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Delta Epsilon Alpha Tau Heta
Chapter Nineteen

Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas.
That is the slogan for the Providence.

Because it represents life, in our eyes.
Like life, it can interpreted in different ways, with different outcomes.

Like life, it shows that things can be changed or reversed, and yet remain constant.

Like life, no one really knows what its purpose or meaning is.


I have reached Veritas Basilica.
Modern home to The Faith, meaning the center for the largest religion in the modern day world.

Before Christianity's collapse, there was roughly 2 billion Christians.
There are still some around, but most are underground, as New China disallows any religion apart from The Faith to be talked about or roam free in its borders.

And so, The Faith now is the religion to I would think about 3 billion Believers. How unoriginal to called people of The Faith, Believers.

But its up to The Faith to call their people whatever they want.

The Faith is surprisingly similar to Christianity. But with a tad more allowance for violence. Conservatism and violence. New China could not ask any more from any religion.


But the best part is that Veritas Basilica does more as the holiest place for Believers.
But its a major forward operation base for the Providence.

We have many members on the lower end of the hierarchy, and those are more like intelligent grunts in my opinion. But they still get the ego booster of being called a god.

I've decided to leave Sharon behind. She was a bit of an annoyance.
And since I'm at the Basilica, I might as well pray that Artemis isn't overly cruel with Sharon's execution.

Or that Artemis doesn't leave too much blood behind.

Either one, really.

Veritas Basilica is probably more of a holy campus than just a single large church that its name suggests. The Basilica refers to the gigantic plot of land it takes up, which includes its parks, libraries, academies and so forth.

New China gave The Faith this land, which was fortunate,
Since we're the runners of The Faith.

No, it does not meant that Believers know of the Providence.
Or even that their beloved beliefs and churches are run and created by the Providence.

I feel sorry for their ignorance, in some ways.
But its best for them.

This means that we still have to put the full shop front as The Faith to everyone.
And only a few select unmarked buildings are entirely dedicated to the Providence. Most are shared with prayer halls and libraries and 'research centers'.

We did a really good job, I have to say.

Now to find the Majestas. The leader of The Faith.
Best way to explain his position as a tyrannical Pope.
In which, I might as well just say 'Pope', since that includes the tyranny if you refer to the last Pope.

Fortunately enough, the Majestas is of the Providence.
Since a Majestas chooses who his or her heir is, its not that hard to maintain a Providence member in the seat.

The best part is that no Believers can see the Majestas or know where his location is. Meaning that the entrance to his quarters is a small and unwelcoming door that looks like the entry to a royal janitor's closet.

This a single guard there who I walk up to, I'm thinking he too is of the Providence.

"Evening brother. Honi soit qui mal y pense."

"Are you drunk? Or drugged? How dare you come with your witchcraft!"

Oh. So he's not of the Providence.

"Could I see what is behind that door?"

"Whatever for? I shall call the other guards to take you away"

He pokes me, trying to get me to back away, with his well crafted floral-themed bayonet.

Which is attached to a Eden M-224 Cybernetic-Superposed Rifle.
Looks like its one of those guns that could hurt.

"I rather you didn't."

I push the gun out of the way, my body swiftly swooping around him to seize his sloth-like movements to my advantage and grab him from his behind and place a knife to his neck.

"N-n..Nice moves."

"Do you not scare that easily?"

"I know my God and my Majestas will protect me, for I have chosen to defend them with my bravery."

"Oh, you're one of those people. In that case, define 'death' for me."

"Your 'death' is an illusion. This world is as well. And when we die we are led by God's ever awaiting beautiful Domina Angelus to his paradise where he will give me countless beautiful women as a reward for my great service."

"If this world was nothing but an illusion, then why choose to remain on this plane and not move onto the next?"

"Ah, are you interested in joining The Faith? All will be forgiven if you do, and we can become brothers in this illusion and in the Heavens."

He pauses and realises that I'm not all that interested and just want to hear his answer. He smirks as if he knows all and continues,

"This illusion was created by God to show us what hell and life is like without his help. We pray to him to give us strength so that we survive and kill the heretics who cannot see that the Illusion is a gift from God!"

"And so you let them pass through the Illusion so they may fall into the Underworld?"

"Yes, you see why we choose to live? To grow stronger in the eyes of our God and to gain his favour by destroying those who cannot see the truth!"

"Wish to see more of God's work?"

"Yes, of course! Perhaps you are a Miles Militi Angelus, here to test my belief in our God?"

"Never low my status to anything below God. And I shall reward you something better than viewing his work. You shall become his work."

"Huh?"

The blood spurts a tad before the spurting stream becomes a creek of red flowing down his mouth and along his neck.

I make sure that it doesn't splash on me.

I whisper to his ear. Perhaps his final thought process will be hearing me say this,

"I send you now to your Heavens. You can tell me what its like by mail."

I walk in. I see oh-so-great Majestas waiting for me.
Unlike the Pope, he's fairly young and very capable. He is a God and a leader of The Faith after all.

"Dis Pater!? Great to see you!" He hugs me with brotherly love.

Leader of a zealous and violent religion, and he's the most friendliest and loving out of all of the Providence. Though in his public appearances (which are both rare and few) he puts on his taciturn personality, telling his disciples to kill the heretics.

The heretics oddly enough, seem to be all living in the European Union.

New China loves it. It's a good way to earn more turf and not get blamed for it. They look like they're not doing anything, while the zealots of The Faith work on it for them.

"Ah Ciliz, how are you doing?"

"Great! The Believers are doing what they do best, so I'm happy. Ra and Atum are glad about my progress to extend my powers using The Faith as a reason! Isn't that great!?"

Ah Ciliz, name taken from the Mayan god of solar eclipses.
Supposedly it shows that how a solar eclipse blocks people from the sun, the Providence's Ah Ciliz blocks people from the truth.

And very uncomfortably enough, he's happy and enjoys his job.

It is odd, how so much can be hidden away by so little.