AoA Faerie

[anarchist_queen]

“I am betrayed!”

“Tsk tsk. When you can't even trust yourself, what's left?” the Dark Elf asked dryly. Her fury was understandable, but her taking offense at one she'd been lying to the whole time she'd known her was tiresome.

He didn't know just how or when the Vampire had learned that her world had already been consumed by Azathoth, but when she'd been sent to assassinate the space explorer, she had instead divulged all she knew.

They would be coming soon, to stop him. To stop her. They didn't have time for a tantrum.

“I have not forgotten that you have failed me as well.” she growled. “Your casual attitude is-”

“I think you forget which one of us is the teacher here.” he snapped. “Remember dear, whether or not I succeeded in my most recent sojourn to remove something unpleasant from your sight, I was doing you a kindness. Now do you want to find this perfect template of yours or don't you?”

She seethed, but reigned in her temper. “You know I do.”

“Good, then we'd best get to it. I do hate a rushed job, but I believe you're ready. Together we will achieve purity.”

* * * *

Saint looked from his friend and fellow Special Agent, Leda, to the nearly identical Ledas on either side of her. One, wearing a red leather duster and cowboy hat, pistol sized automatic crossbows in her hands, the other with brightly multi-color dyed hair and several piercings in both ears. She was armed with a guitar of all things.

Another Leda, this one a pirate apparently was leaning against the wall. She had a violin, but at least she also had a sword.

“I think this is the weirdest mission I've ever been on.” he muttered.

For her part, Agent Leda was glad of the weirdness. Brain breakage at seeing Crystaviel alive again was a pleasant distraction from her worry over her comatose boyfriend back home. When she'd been called from his bedside to deal with a crisis of cosmic proportions, she'd not been prepared.

“I like weird.” she said. “It's better than horrifying.”

She checked her gun, specially modified to work in a magical environment, then nodded at the technician.

“Okay uh, Ensign, open the portal. Cowgirl, you're with me and Agent Dupree. Pirate, look after the Rock Stars. Take out anyone between us and the target. Buskers, disrupt the spell any way you can. The multiverse is depending on us.”

“Ready to rock, Brock.” the musician Leda smirked.

* * * *

Crystaviel paced before the locked doors of the chamber. She was her adopted sister's last line of defense, but she could not shake the conviction that someone needed to stop her. The sounds of her Lord's death screams still haunted her nightmares. House Alton had striven to raise the heir of Faery the right way, but somewhere, they seemed to have gone wrong.

Perhaps, in retrospect, mercy wasn't such a vice after all. It might have saved Corwyn from sucha gruesome fate.

“Don't worry Uncle,” heir had said, as she slowly stripped the flesh from his still living bones, “I will remake the True Lands into it's once pure self. But you murdered my parents. And forgiveness is, in your own words 'a weakness not to be entertained'.”

And then had come the Dark Elf, and his insane lessons. With them had come her increasing fear not only of the heir, but of the consequences of her plan. She had told the Vampire what had happened to her world. Lacking the courage to confront Lady Alton herself, she had hoped the demon would kill her, but instead she had disappeared.

“Reach deeper.” the Dark Elf insisted. “This must be the final search. The last-”

The doors weren't merely thrown open, they were blown off their hinges, burying Crystaviel beneath them.

“Let's skip the villain speeches.” Agent Leda said firmly. “We've taken out your guards, we're going to stop you one way or another. Please save us all the trouble and-”

“How about we cut your hero speech short too.” the Cowgirl sighed, opening fire with her crossbows.

“Sorry, they're hard to resist.” Together, Saint and Agent Leda fired as well.

They brought a MORTAL into Faery?!

“That is not important!” the Dark Elf screamed. “You're there! Push through to the true perfection, the purity,”

She pierced the final barrier between worlds just as the bolts and blasts from the spell guns reached her,

“Of CHAOS!”