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Dethblade looked to his own body, noticing a familiar aura of dark purple with an electric shell. He'd look to the machine again, noticing the aura again. "I once had more power...so much more power...exponentially more power. But it was taken from me...could it be that the nanites are revitalizing that power?!" Dethblade took a deep breath, trying to calm himself for the machine. He'd try to control his aura, trying to save the machine. "Dr. Lafluer, please take note that I need exactly one thousand souls, as well as as many vials of those nanites as Dr. Dokusei has, as well as an auto-injector. If we can restore me to my former glory, than it's possible to mercifully purge each planet, one at a time at a much more rapid pace! And then..." He'd grin ear to ear for the first time in an extremely long time, and the stone atop hos mask would emit a dark, almost black glow.

Migoto and Feign both remained silent at the mention of the new rule, but Migoto nodded. " 'S Feign's fault. I wanted to run. I tried to run...no one else wanted to run..." Migoto sighed, then fiddled with his legs a bit, getting himself into a meditative stance.

"Think about what you're doing, Migoto. Seal me away again, and she'll only encounter more danger. You can't do this without me!" Feign quickly voiced.

"I could feel your anger when she issued that rule. I'm not going to let you lose your calm, Feign. Remember: you're a tool, not a person." Migoto retorted.

"...someday, Migoto, you wouln't get that body back. And I'll purge you from it entirely. Then we'll see who's who." Feign laughed, his echo slowly fading out.

After a few minutes, Migoto would open his eyes and let out a deep breath before look at his hands. "He never mentioned I could regenerate rapidly...why would he hide that from me?" He asked before checking his wound. It had now healed, though it did itch like a son of a b***h.

As Annette worked on him, Dethblade starred at her for a moment. He'd let out a long sigh, then direct his attention to the ceiling. "I had a family once, as we all have. Among them was someone I looked to as a younger sister and a dear friend. Her skill with a rapier was unrivaled, and her ability to use the element of ice was a sight to behold. And as a vampire, she was truly dignified and loyal. I have so many regrets...among them...never telling my sister how much she meant to me. That I loved her, and that her existence amplified my life.She may have been cold and calculating, but I could never have asked for a sounder mind or a better strategist." He'd then look to Annette again. "I am honored to call you an ally. Know that I see in you infinite use and purpose, and therefore you are under my protection. Doctor Lafluer, I hereby grant you this hospital. It is yours to do with as you wish, to whom you wish. I'll conduct my business from the shadows and control this city, but this is your hospital." He instructed.

Migoto starred at Mira for a moment, his mouth even hanging open a bit. True be it she was incredibly beautiful, but he was also impressed with her ability. He'd look to the bloody towel and frown instantly, wondering just what kind of a toll shedding her former shell took on her. In an effort to try and aid her, he'd use his hypnotic powers on her to make her think she wasn't in pain.

"Mira, right? Or should I refer to your as Risa? Either way, I want to apologize. My hubris made me think we could stroll right in and do as we pleased, and when things went south I was of no help. Even Feign proved too arrogant to be of benefit. I have you to thank for my life, and from this point forward, owe you the very life you saved. Friends we may indeed be, but from hereon I am now your personal guard. And I will never turn tail and run again without orders to do so." He'd climb to his feet and issue her a bow, then drop to one knee. "As far as I am concerned, I am a tool created by the Scarlet Alchemist to protect you."

He'd stand up and place his hands back in his pockets, a warm smile. "By the way, I think you're absolute stunning, even more so than before, and that's saying something! And I think I, of all people, know a thing or two about beauty!" He'd smirk for a moment, then cross his arms. "So what do we do from here? I would like to point out that now that you've had your Absolute Terror Field activated, it can be called upon on command. Just remember the 'Terror' portion."

Dethblade wouldn't move a muscle as he was being worked on. Once she mentioned sitting up, he'd close his eyes and sigh, knowing full well what the future now held. "Yes, my sister...Annette...was an amazing woman. I truly regret that I did not get to spend more time with her. She was slaughtered, just like the rest...just like Nimm. Not one of us stood a chance, and yet here I am, alive, unable to join my family. I've never known a worse Hell than this, and so to everyone else of the world, I offer eternal peace and mercy, mercy not shown to me."

His head would turn to look at Annette from the corner of his eye. "You are not her. Nimm is not my daughter. You share names and physical forms, but not souls. And so I will not treat you as I did them. We will form our own bonds, should such an event be in the cards." Dethblade then went back to closing his eyes, his head hanging forward. "You know, Nimm was sick in my world as well. My son...Singe...cured her via vampirism. They lived happy lives together...they died in one another's arms. Just some food for thought."

He'd place his hand where the mesh used to be and finally crack a small smile. "Thank you. That was becoming rather unbearable." Hisbrows would then knit together, his eyes slowly open. "Methusilite...hm. I had a sword...an ally...someone I cared very much for named Methuselah. I wonder how the energy got it's name in this world..."

Migoto tilted his head a bit as she blushed, a reaction he'd never seen before. "Are you alright, Mira? You're glowing!" He'd point out obliviously. Now back on his feet with his hands in his pockets, he'd begin to rock back and forth on his heels. "I am a psychic. My gift is to demolish the mental barriers people produce and affect theirs minds. But this I cannot do in Dethblade's situation, and I am unsure why. It's as though I've come across a wall made of a new, indestructible material. My theory is that his mask has something to do with it."

He'd stop rocking and shook his head. "We can't leave. Your mission is still in effect, and I...I need to prove my worth, not just to you, but myself. So if luring out Dethblade and exposing him as the monster that he is makes the most sense, then let's do it. Now, I have two questions. The first...is how do we do it? And the second, is whether or not you want access to your ATF on command or not. It's been activated once now, and will always activate in dire situations if I turn it on for you. Right now I put a mental block in your mind to preserve your mind from the maddening hallucinations."

Dethblade nodded. "An alternate universe from what Singe and I can distinguish. The names and faces are the same, but not the person. Therefore, seeking out each one of them...each one of you...would be pointless." As she traced her finger over him and explained the Methusalite, he'd smile briefly. "There is a name on that list...Delilah. Her true name...was Methuselah. She was my closest companion."

With a heavy sigh he'd close his eyes. "Setsumei may be the most radical change I've encountered thus far. In my world, he was an angel that went rogue. In essence, he became the next Lucifer...a nephilim of unlimited psychic power. He was my greatest rival. He was part of the being Kira listed on my back. Kira is the one that granted me these powers before he died."

"To be perfectly honest, I have mixed feelings about killing anyone on this list. One the one hand, I am granting them the greatest of mercies, sparing them the Hell I once delivered them to...on the other...well. I suppose you could blame sentimentality." Dethblade would then turn his head to look at Annette. "I won't lie; though I don't show my emotions, I am ecstatic to be allied with you. As for the Methusalite, I do need to do some research. That name...it's not a coincidence."

Migoto chuckled a bit and nodded his head. He'd float up to his feet and approach Mira, then press two fingers to her forehead and close her eyes. He'd focus for a moment, eyes closed, then open them to reveal orbs of pure shinning magenta. "I put a barrier in place to prevent hallucinations. So long as you don't scratch at the barrier; try to delve into those memories, you'll be just fine. Should you break it though...I'm not sure I'll be able to pull you out of the illusion."

He'd place his hand in his pocket and offer her a smile. "I like your plan. No other member of his team is immune to me, so I can easily keep them all at bay. If you can remove that mask, then perhaps we can capture him...but what then? Do we kill him, capture him, lobotomize him? He is worth a great deal of money." He inquired.

Dethblade took to putting his clothes back on. "I choose to believe that the Fates are pulling a cruel trick on me...making me see you all again...alive..." He took hold of his necklace and starred at it for a moment. "You ask me what I expect. I expect a great cataclysm to befall this world; all worlds, and I expect to survive it each and every time...until I find my answer." He'd place the necklace around his neck and finish dressing. "All I want is peace. All I want is to end the suffering of those I find worthy of having a place in my world, and to define those that are worthy I judge them based on a strict criteria of how much of a threat to my peace they are." He'd then look to Annette, determination brimming in his eyes. "I'll kill anyone that threatens the sanctuary I will build, far away from the Hell that befell my world."

Once dressed, he'd look at the hole in the back of his mask and glare at it. "It's been compromised...I wasn't quick enough. These powers are still new to me; in time I will need not fear guns. Such a close call cannot be allowed again. It's time to open Babylon and solidify my rule." He'd place the hood and mask back on, his eyes lighting up with the eerie red glow. "I'm going to visit Dr. Dokusei. I'll need that access given to me as soon as possible...it has been a long day."

Migoto floated himself over to his futon and sat with one leg extended, the other bent towards him with his arms wrapped around it. "That Dethblade certainly is a charismatic one, isn't he? I would venture to say it takes some talent to overtake a hospital and change it into the base of operations for...a cult, perhaps? I'm not entirely sure what he's trying to build, but I know it's nothing good."

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, smiling. "He's just an agitated human that's throwing one hell of a tantrum over needing to have his way if you ask me. Perhaps if I can get into his mind, I can help mend whatever's broken in there, sort of like putting the pieces of a puzzle together again. Or I can shut down his brain entirely and kill him. I will do whatever we deem necessary." He'd then lower head and look to Mira. "I trust your judgement entirely."

Migoto positioned himself comfortably along the futon, his own arms behind his head as he looked over at Mira. "It's odd, isn't it? That we are where we are now. Seems only a moment ago we met, and now we plot together against a madman." He chuckled a bit and smiled. "So little time, so much excitement. I'm glad to have met you, Mira, and whether you choose to trade him for that sample or not, I will support you." He'd then turn his head to face upward, closing his eyes. "People like you make life worth living. I dread to think what sort of boring individual I might have met that day, if not you. We should indeed rest. Sleep well, Mira." He spoke softly before yawning.

A coat of black covered his form, the collar buckled across his mouth. He wore a slick pair of black boots, gloves that allowed his black claws to protrude. His raven black locks were tied off in a braided ponytail and tied off with a crimson ribbon. His red eyes pierced through the darkness, shinning like embers in the Void. "Tell me, Migoto: are you enjoying you holiday?" Asked the man in a deep, cold voice. Migoto, frozen in terror, couldn't speak a word. Instead he watched as the man made his way over to the sleeping Mira, looming over her unconscious body. "This is why you betray me? This is the source of your heresy? ...I see. Continue your adventure, Migoto. But, once it's come to an end, know this: this girl - Mira, I believe she's called? Yes - Mira will become my slave."

Migoto then burst awake, a cold sweat pouring over him. He'd look about the room for the familiar boogeyman, then sigh. Another nightmare. He'd take a few deep breaths, calm himself, and roll over to go back to sleep.