Multiverse And A Vampire CH32

Samson Douglas Meng fastened the helmet of his environmental suit snuggly and clipped his badge on his chest. He couldn’t forget it; there was no getting anywhere without it. The last guy who forgot theirs and got stuck had to defecate in their suit or risk containment. He wasn’t about that, so he always clipped his badge on his chest. Afterward, he checked to ensure he had enough air for his two-hour shift and crossed into decontamination. He clung to the badge on his chest tightly as high-pressure hoses sprayed him down before a wind tunnel dried him.

He made his way into the room and checked the clipboard. His assignment was alpha 12, one of the older models in Eternity labs but working with her was worth getting the clearance. If Samson was the religious type, he would call her one of the first successful sentinels. That was a very x-men name, but it was better than artificial angel or Eva as his fellow nerds called them. Samson liked Alpha 12 or Celestia as one of the bronies in design called her. Why any man would bring MLP figures to decorate their cubical with, he didn’t know.

Samson reviewed the clipboard to see if she was injected with the new safer Beta batch of PSXII; the safer perfect element contained a little more than the alpha. From what he heard, thanks to some CIA clearances and expendable agents from the FDA, their original plan had been a success. Numerous nonhumans were used to create the latest and greatest super soldier serum without any important casualties. The team was forced to replace the originally planned fox demon with a snow fairy of all things, but it worked out. PSXII left its alpha and went into human trials that weren’t prisoners, which worked out. The beta was safer, gave its recipients more benefits, and had a cumulative effect. Injecting more PSXII made the recipients even stronger, and PSXIII was already in the works in its alpha stage. But, according to the gossip in the break room, a human turned monster had its hands on it.

He looked in, ensured his best girl’s restraints were in place and checked his badge. Thankfully it was still on his chest, and her restraints were all in place. That was good; he didn’t want to throw away the lives of the containment team if she slipped her restraints again. Samson had to clean up the frozen pieces of humans left behind; no cleaning crew dared to approach her.

“Hey, beautiful, it's Samson. I’m coming in.” The little lady’s head turned towards him before she struggled to break enchanted steel. He smiled as she wore herself out behind a panel of three-meter-thick glass. Celestia couldn’t hear him, but his body heat was enough. Long metallic wings flexed on her back, throwing off sparks as her body regenerated as the machine dug deeper into her.

The smile left his face as he looked at her. Samson was an alchemist, trained wizard, machine programmer, salesman, and the grandson of a man whose sister was raped and tortured by the Japanese. Even after his family fled the homeland and established themselves in a local wizarding community, they never forgot what happened. Especially after Japanese war criminals escaped punishment.

Vengeance would soon be had. He made a sale to a surprisingly wealthy group. They were excited when they heard Eternity had angels on top of PSXII or its street name, nectar. All Samson had to do was point them in the right direction and sell them what they needed.

Celestia would definitely be happy to spread her wings. The monstrous metal things glowed red with veins of nectar slowly filling A12’s body. The artificial angel’s blonde hair flowed down to her waist even as her blindfold kept her eyes hidden. So long as Celestia couldn’t see her targe, she couldn’t freeze them in place. Walls separating her didn’t matter, but the black cloth had Norse runes sewed into it. They kept the girl from killing everyone she set her eyes on.

Alpha models, at the end of the day, were each a new attempt to create the ideal form of an angel. Those ideals only became something solid at the beta stage when the kinks were worked out. Celestia had helped them understand how to create an artificial angel, and she managed to cover some of the cost of making her. A hundred million wasn’t bad for a disposable doll.

“You’ll be shipping out tomorrow to take revenge for my family.” Samson took a USB drive off his badge and plugged it into an outlet fed into her wings. Celestia screamed as the commands were given to hunt down the Japanese. She would follow orders but kill whenever she could. This was what little revenge he could get for his great aunt. Once the new program was uploaded, he brushed some salt off his shoulder and exited the room.

A12 was the angel made to destroy enemies utterly. With salt to kill the ground and ice to wipe out life, nothing would grow where she fought. On his way out, he bumped into Jeremy, the bioengineer in charge of Celestia.

“Oh, you wanted to see her one last time before heading out.” Samson was grateful his expression couldn’t be seen thanks to his helmet. “Don’t worry, I had some figures of her made, and we’ll have the footage from her first time in the field. Can you imagine the battle data?”

Samson sighed. “Jeremy, stop making resident evil references; we aren’t Umbrella, and our boss isn’t even slightly evil. He coaches our company softball team and let us off for the Super Bowl. Last I checked, he was talking about giving us a bonus this year.” Samson said.

“He’s Austrian, and if he put on sunglasses, he would look like Wesker,” Jeremy said.

Samson relaxed and continued his banter with Jeremy. None were the wiser to his plans to turn Celestia into his terminator waifu.”

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“So, after World War II and the backroom dealing completed, but before the Far East's international Military tribunal convened, I met with the Shinto pantheon and forced them to cede land for Devil usage, among other privileges. As a result, the city of Kuoh, among other Japanese cities, and its human populations were taken from Shinto protection. Since then, we devils have made it a point to infiltrate the US military and its branches of government to keep an eye out for lands and populations we can use. For instance, the war in Iraq allowed us to spread our control through the middle east while weakening the locals’ piety through western ideas.” Lucifer said.

The red-headed Devil sipped his tea and smiled. He was happy to explain why the devils controlled various cities in Japan, and it terrified me. Eternity INC couldn’t have invaded Yokai Academy without the treaty made after WWII.

“That explains a lot but not why I shouldn’t fear a nuclear war,” I said.

“Are you sure you want to learn the truth of the world? Once you learn it, you can’t unlearn it. Well, humans can have their memories erased, but it wouldn’t work on you.” I nodded and braced myself for a revelation. “Alright, after the bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, every pantheon in the world freaked out. Whole sections of the Shinto macro dimensional divine realm were affected. Folded spaces imploded, and hundreds of Yokai faded. Even the underworld didn’t get out of it unscathed. According to Michael, only the kingdom in the sky remained unaffected. Its dimensional space was stacked higher than any others as if the original heavenly faction leader knew a nuclear bomb would drop. So every pantheon got together, and it was decided that another world war couldn’t happen. The heavens wouldn’t allow us to remove the nuclear arsenals from the world, and we didn’t want to either, while the US was the only one with the nukes. Then Veles and the other Slavic Gods helped Seborer steal the plans for the atomic bomb. That left us in some hot water until Loki devised a daring solution. We reluctantly went with it because there wasn’t much else we could do. We initiated what the black god of Kongo where the idea for the plan originated called the Bonobo protocol.” Sirzechs said.

I accidentally ripped the armrest off my chair before briefly losing control of my spiritual pressure. The whole of Kuoh Academy shook as I processed what Satan meant. The mouse utopia experiment and the bonobos of the Kongo both had no natural enemies and an abundance of food. All I could see were the bodies that would eventually pile up like firewood. The second I popped my original would get the same memories I had, and who knows what he would do.

“Calm down, Arakan; it’s not like you’re a human anyway,” Rias said, and I reined in my spiritual pressure.

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m sorry if being a clone no longer qualifies me as human. Just because my life expectancy is months instead of years doesn’t mean I should be treated as if I won’t matter after I pass. My memories will go to the original, and it will be as if he were here.” I said.

Sirzechs interrupted us. “So, the plan was to eliminate threats and disrupt the natural order by an artificial means. The answer was found in welfare; it worked wonders to destroy American Indians and obliterate families in black communities. Without threats, what do women need men for? Why have children or prepare them for the future if the government always provides? The government has become the husband, but the men aren’t left idle. If they were, there would be a war.”

Rias looked about as shellshocked as I felt. Learning that the pantheons kept humanity from going to war to prevent nuclear Armageddon was jarring. I wanted to destroy everything until the world made sense again.

“Small wars with countries that didn’t have nuclear weapons were allowed, and there were a few mishaps over the years. But overall, the world has been made safer. All we had to do was let humans eat themselves to their own destruction. We practiced with a few African countries, and the western world is ready for,” Sirzechs’ phone buzzed. “Excuse me, I need to take this.”

“What do you mean there are bombs in Tokyo? How do Jehovah’s witnesses know I’m a Satan? I thought we agreed that no radical groups would learn about the supernatural. So, what if I was talking about deals in Tokyo on Facebook? I found a shop that had a sale.”

He was playing me; he had to be. This had to be yet another step along his plan to pacify humanity. I was human, and he was telling me it would be easy to kill anyone close to me. There was no underworld for my family to run to, and devils didn’t need to get their hands dirty. People working for the heavens could be tricked easily into doing the Devil’s work.

Sirzechs Lucifer poked his head into the room. “Rias, please gather all the devils in the peerages and take a teleporter to the underworld. It looks like there will be some troubles for a little while.” I raised my hand and made a clone before dispelling it.

With that, my original knew everything I knew, including the bullshit about the pantheons trying to prevent nuclear war by pussifying mankind. I also knew Lucifer was a crafty devil who fought without getting his hands dirty. So it was to be expected from him; I would take his sister’s virginity, cuck him through his wife, and when everything was falling around him, and he begged for death, I would have him take his own life.

Rias sighed. “I know you’re a clone, but do you want to come with me? It has to be better than staying here; Asia can come with me. She has a sacred gear, right; do you happen to know what it does.” Rias asked.

“Twighlight healing it even works on devils. If you want to add her to your peerage, knock yourself out. I only brought her here because I found her. If you take good care of her, I’ll be happy to give her to you.” I said.

Rias drew a few magic circles in the air, and I could sense her peerage members, including my brother, come running. I disguised myself and concentrated on making my light more noticeable than my aura. Tsukune probably wouldn’t be able to tell I’m his brother.

“That’s too much. Can you tone it down a little?” Rias asked.

“Only if you want me to kill Tsukune,” I said, and Rias’ peerage arrived.

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Moka couldn’t keep up with me, and the barrier opened with an application of kido. When it closed behind me, trapping Kurumu inside, I shattered the sound barrier on my way to Tokyo, zeroing in on my parent’s qi signatures. My brother’s signature winked out, but I assumed he went to the underworld. That was ok; it was one less person to worry about. All I could do was fly faster until I slowed down in front of the building my parents would be in.

Quest: Save Parents

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Reward: 1 elemental skill ticket, 3 Gotcha

Clones moved up through the floors towards my parents already. In the distance, a battle was brewing by the feel of my clones. They were battling something we couldn’t sense.

I landed on the roof, practically glowing with barely contained light and spiritual pressure. My aura cloak rippled with barely contained malice as I oversaw the battle. For a moment, I tried to relax; my clones were already scouring the city looking for bombs or Jehovah’s witnesses.

A light that was brighter than anything I’ve ever felt appeared, flying towards me. Before I could react, a massive set of boobs glomped me between them. The light felt like comfort and understanding incarnate and seemed to resonate with my own light, which was all kinds of confusing. Her massive mammaries snuffed out my anger before I could even begin to rage.

Hands formed from my suit, I grabbed the woman and pushed her back far from me. She stared at the hands on her in shock as I slowly straightened up. The light in my aura continued to resonate with hers even as I tried to reign it in. I looked her up and down to see her golden armor, massive boobs, and twelve wings of the purest white. Light unlike my own radiated off her in pleasant waves connecting with my own attempting to trade emotions. If she wanted my emotions, she could have them.

Joy, family, and the feeling of reunion blasted into my soul while I transferred my anger, fear, and confusion.

“Why are you so angry, brother? You’re back, and father has forgiven you?” The woman said.

“I think you’re confusing me for someone else. Jehovah’s witnesses have planted bombs in this city because they misinterpreted a Facebook post from Sirzechs Lucifer. They will blow up the city and kill many people because of a misunderstanding. So my anger is justified.”

Her serene face turned murderous. Even the pure, joyous light radiating from her turned into something destructive. My clones left the building with my parents and a hundred people trailing behind them. The clone team loaded them in a helicopter. Douglas, the human pilot from the air force base, might be in some trouble.

An air slash from my blade stopped a being with metallic wings from getting to the chopper. “What is that, did the fallen replace their wings with steel?” The angel asked.

“Angel, I can’t sense it, can you?” I asked.

“Brother, you know my name is Gabriel, and I’ve longed to hear you call my name in the hallowed halls of the kingdom in the sky. And I can’t sense any light from her.” Gabriel said.

The creature turned to face me before closing the distance. I smashed it to the ground with spiritual pressure. I managed to get an eyeful before she fell. What I saw made me sick.

Light gathered at the tip of my finger, along with stars and planets. The light power to obliterate a city concentrated at the tip of my finger to give the girl a painless death. Gabriel grabbed my hand before I could fire, and I struggled to dissipate the attack.

“You can’t kill in anger, or you’ll fall again. Falling for anger isn’t any better than falling for pride.” I pressed the feelings on the matter into her through our light itself.

“This is a mercy,” I said.

She let go of my finger and the tortured soul shot up from the ground before grabbing her mask.

I closed the distanced and stabbed her through the heart before catching her. “She’s suffered so much.” Red, blistering skin covered her back where the metal wings attached to her. Old scars covered her wrists with an unmistakable meaning. Her long unkempt blond hair hung limply as her body convulsed in my arms. We descended to a building, where I placed her gently on the concrete. Her blood and another substance pooled around her hair.

She might have been dozens of times stronger than the monsters injected with the drug. Even Kuyo would have lost to her by her speed alone. At my present level, that was impossibly weak.

“Her soul has already left for heaven. Saint Peter will greet her warmly. That weapon killed her nearly instantly in her last moments. I think she felt no pain.” Gabriel said.

“Thank god for small favors,” I said and sheathed my blade.

“Yes, thank father.” Gabriel chirped.

I was an atheist and didn’t believe in God. While pantheons existed and some entities called themselves gods, I didn’t care. God was such a vague term for something powerful. Even I could be called a god thanks to my zanpakuto.

“Are you sure your father would want you hanging out with a womanizer like me? You could fall, or is that not how that works? There is a lot that I don’t know. Do you consider any light wielder your brother?” I asked.

Gabriel blushed like a schoolgirl and took a step back before puffing up her cheeks. “Stop teasing me; you know how things work; you fell before, and you’re back. Your light has never felt purer.”

I caught a metal wing aimed for Gabriel’s chest. “Hey, now you can’t damage those; they were sculpted to perfection by the almighty creator.” If she was Gabriel, that meant she was created with tassive mitties. I could only conclude God was into tig bitties so much that he created the first set. After inventing sex, he forbade his children from doing it, which could only mean he had an edging fetish. Was it an experiment to see how long it would take for all of his angels to fall? Did Michael also have assets equal to Gabriel? The male fallen was among three females. Did that mean God preferred his angels 3 females to 1 male? Questions kept mounting without answers.

“Her soul is being drawn back to her body. That machine is evil.” Gabriel said, and I rolled my eyes.

I raised my fist and punched the thing. The wings screamed as the metal melted into slag under my blow. Two stumps hung from a corpse as her black veil fell away. She opened her eyes, and I felt frigid temperatures surround me as petrification blasted me from her eyes. My spiritual pressure negated the attack before it had any effect.

The girl bent down, picked up a metal piece of scrap, and slashed at me. I sliced through the metal and her head dropping her finally.

“You have become more merciful since we met last,” Gabriel said.

“This is the first time we’ve ever met.”

“Father works in mysterious ways. He must have taken your memories to teach you a lesson, and I think it worked. You’re humbler than before. I think that’s a major improvement.” Gabriel said.

One of my clones dissipated, and my eyes widened. “They are going to set off a nuke in the city.”

“Yes, it is sad that no one could stop it. Free will can be dangerous. Many of our most devout wished-for success.” Gabriel asked.

“Why would you allow this to happen?” I asked.

Gabriel seemed truly solemn. “We aren’t allowed to interfere even if humanity destroys itself. This is the territory of the devils ceded by the Shinto faction. It is up to them to prevent this from happening.” Gabriel said and shook her head. “Lucifer, return with me to heaven; you don’t have to die here. You’ve changed.” Gabriel said.

“I’m not Satan.” I reviewed the memories from the clone on the scene. The Jehovah’s witnesses had been killed, but that didn’t help me diffuse the bomb. The reaction was already started; it wouldn’t be much longer. I turned to the white-winged angel. My suit morphed until it was armor fully sealed off from the environment. Plates thickened and layered with light, spiritual energy, and chakra for good measure.

New Quest: Survive A Nuclear Blast

Reward: 1 Dimension Event Ticket, 4 Gotcha

“Go back to heaven where you belong,” I said as the blast went off. Gabriel’s presence vanished as I felt millions of souls snuffed out in slow motion. The visor of my helmet darkened to protect my vision as more plates formed to cover any weaknesses. The explosion's light quickly surrounded my body, and my vision went white.

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I was within my inner world. Above, heavenly gears were turning slowly with functions I couldn’t begin to understand. Streams of green light flowed like a river over green mud downhill. When I stood at the river's edge and put my hand in the light, it felt like water and memories. The entire life of a shadow clone flew through my mind and then another. Every second I touched the flowing torrent of liquid light, I lost myself in the deluge of memories. Finally, I wrenched my hand away and turned to the path of the flow. Somehow, I knew I would find answers if I went that way. Thunder rolled, and the wind blew; it wouldn’t be long before rain fell.

I could see parts of the ground had been dug down the hill. Small kilns dotted the area, each built a little better than the one before. Down below, beside a swirling whirlpool of glittering green light where trees grew tall, the beginnings of a green tower appeared; a shadow in the shape of a man worked to pile the bricks high. Beside him, an impish girl with butterfly wings worked to pull bricks out of kilns to hand the shadow. My zanpakuto spirit turned to me with a single green eye in the middle of its forehead spiraled with glittering stars in its pupil. It had no face, only a single bright eye. The red crown of pride connected to Seventh Divine Cruz was atop its head.

“They are dead,” I said to a boom of thunder.

“Could you have saved them?” The shadow asked as he carefully placed a brick loosely on the knee-level tower.”

“Won’t that take forever,” I asked, seeing the bricks loosely stacked? “There is nothing holding them together or a foundation.”

The shadow looked up. “Even if the tower falls, I’ll rebuild it as often as it takes.”

“You are babel, my zanpakuto spirit and my pride as a human.”

“One day, we will reach the heavens, and the gods fear there will be a reckoning when we do. People say it’s a lesson in hubris, but I prefer it as a lesson about gods. Even as they feed off humanity, they fear mankind will kill them all.” Babel said. “Even if I must build our path to the heavens brick by brick and the gods strike my tower down, I’ll continue to build.” The hokyoku stared at me for a moment before smiling. She walked over to a bank before I felt her rummaging through the stream. Before I knew it, a truck appeared, already mixing mortar for the bricks.

I stared at the green blade in my hand as my Shikai's power revealed itself. A tower fallen will be rebuilt, an illusion slowly spread from my blade. It didn’t affect the five senses but instead afflicted the perception of others. They would see me and everything I did as normal until my abnormality became too large to notice. I wouldn’t be noticed until my goals were within reach. No one would notice me until it was nearly too late.

“More of my powers will be revealed as the tower climbs higher. Use my power well and unleash more shadow clones. Their experiences are like water to this thirsty land.” Babel said.

Quest Completed: Survive A Nuclear Blast

Rewarded: 1 Dimension Event Ticket, 4 Gotcha

My visor slowly lightened its tint to expose the utter obliteration of Japan’s capital. As metal, glass, and concrete melted into slag below, I floated in the air. I sensed my parents and knew they escaped the blast, letting me focus on the present. I couldn’t sense any survivors of the initial blast. 14 million people had vanished in an instant, never to return. I found a still white-hot steel frame of a building. It was like a knife had cut the meat off a bone. I sat on the building and looked over the city.

Quest Completed: Save Parents

Prevent Nuclear Blast: Failed

Defeat An Artificial Angel before the blast: +2 Gotcha

Make a good impression with Gabriel: +1 Gotcha

Reward: 1 elemental skill ticket, 3 Gotcha

I wanted Moka, Kurumu, and Raven to comfort me and say I did my best. Even with my clones, there was nothing I could have done better. I went into this situation lacking information, found the bomb, and fought the artificial angels. Unfortunately, there were more of them than the one I fought. Close 9 of them protected the bomb, and even when I got to it, I couldn’t do anything. That was depressing. Even moving the bomb was out of the question; it went off when I found it.

My girls would understand, but I needed a win. Alucard was still around and needed to be put down. Obliterating him would be entertaining but not a challenge. Not unless he was much stronger than I was led to believe.

I floated down and memorized the shadows imparted on the stone. The lucky ones at least left a shadow on the concrete behind them. Unfortunately, most were vaporized without a chance to save themselves. All I could do was load my parents in the chopper and try to help the others get out on a bus. The people on the bus hadn’t survived.

A shadow clone drew my attention. “They have to die.” The clone said.

“They will all pay; I’ll find them and kill everyone involved,” I said.

The clone nodded before handing me a card before dissipating. New memories fell into place. Finally, there was a trustworthy doctor that didn’t ask too many questions in Osaka. It was time I added the Sharingan and Siegfried’s heart to my body.