-No, please! If you have any respect for your old empire, you don't have to go to the lengths of killing us who share your blood!

  The emperor, Quinn Ifgraine, was on his knees, crying for his life. Behind him, his pregnant wife, and with his two other children, all are weeping.

  From the beginning of this invasion, Vivian charged straight for the castle. With no one able to stop her, she has destroyed everything in her path, anything that was considered an heirloom by her family.

  In the throne room, Vivian has the Emperor with a sword against his throat. Quinn is on the verge of fainting from the present situation.

  Oxygen in the room is low, due to the fmes that are devouring the castle from its foundations.

  The reason Vivian is here is simply to destroy the throne. A seat of pure adamantite decorated with emeralds, rubies and sapphires, symbolising the unassaible position of the Emperor of this realm.

  A seat that might have been his a thousand years ago, had it not been for all the war waged against Redhart back then.

  Vivian holds it in special contempt, for in that seat, which does not seem to have suffered any wear and tear, her father made the decision to begin the "Hunt for Redhart" regardless of what she, as his daughter, had to say.

  All the way here was a blood-soaked journey for Vivian.

  Seeing a poor man desperate to protect his family... she would have wanted her father to humiliate himself to such an extent just to protect her.

  Which is impossible to achieve a thousand years apart.

  Vivian's father died a peaceful death... unlike the thousand years of confinement his daughter has had since then.

  -Just go away... -. Vivian says, lowering her sword, defeated by Quinn's determination.

  Quinn, almost shedding tears of joy, ducks her head for a moment, before rushing with her family out of the throne room.

  Likewise, Vivian was left alone.

  She undoes the bck bde she had created with magic, and prepares to throw herself against the throne. Sitting down on it.

  Vivian crosses her legs, seeing the fruit of the revenge she committed against the world. This is only a paltry part of the retribution she seeks to give to all humans.

  ...

  Forgiving Quinn was only a small act of mercy. After all, she is incapable of murdering pregnant women and children. Had it not been for those factors, the royal family would be a pile of flesh burning inside this room.

  Vivian has already sent a signal to all vampires and monsters, anyone who has the audacity to attack Quinn and her family will be dead.

  She leans her head against the throne, and closes her eyes. Just to have a moment of quiet.

  Or rather... to try to be calm...

  The voices of the Outer Gods don't stop no matter how much I silence them. They are all eager to spread chaos now that Vivian has access to the "Supernatural Rift".

  And the most impatient element is not the deities, but the sword that took Elise's life before all this chaos began.

  (Release us, Receptacle. Release us, Receptacle.)

  The voices of the amalgam of Primeval Beasts that make up Dagda have been repeating those two words in an endless cycle for hours.

  Vivian doesn't know how much longer she can take it... however, she also doesn't know the scope of the Outer Gods, let alone what Dagda is capable of if they are released.

  Liz didn't have the time to expin anything to her, so becoming the Receptacle of all these entities is something Vivian has been practically blind to since Liz's death.

  If things had been different... no, if Liz had at least died a peaceful death, Vivian would have been able to accept the existence of the "Fragmented Vessel" that Kyena created.

  There was still too much left unresolved about Elise... and it's very doubtful that Liselotte is going to give Vivian an answer after all she's done.

  Vivian had no choice but to bear the burden of her sins... even if it meant Liselotte Sitri's death in the process.

  Vivian knew that sooner or ter someone would be able to make it to the throne room through the mess she made.

  So much so that, even with her eyes closed, she dodged a piercing attack heading for her head just by moving a little.

  What she did not expect, was that the person who had attacked her with nothing but her bare hands, was the one she had killed on [Floor 33] and left behind in Zawar Orcubalis.

  The crimson eyes of both met, and then, the golden-haired girl screams:

  -We meet again, you fucking traumatised lesbian!

  Vivian froze in her position.

  No, she didn't even react in the slightest.

  For her, it was impossible for an individual to have been able to receive an attack from Dagda without dying. Even a small cut was enough for a Giant to die.

  Vivian's mind is bnk, but those individuals outside of her, Dagda and the Outer Gods made a much bigger noise than before.

  They all recognised the golden-haired girl, and cheered for her.

  And, for some reason, deep inside Vivian's heart, a small voice whispered...

  "Love me..."

  But this situation was not something that was going to be that quiet, as Elise, without a single second's hesitation about it, dug her cws around Vivian's neck and yanked her off the throne she was sitting on.

  Vivian's legs started to tremble... it was fortunate that she could stand even like that...

  Elise, on the other hand, drew her elven daggers, and took up a combat stance.

  Elise's gaze conveyed "Death". All the murderous intentions she could present towards a target accumuted at the same time.

  At this implied threat, Vivian's heart began to beat faster. So much so that her blood began to heat up from the excitement of this situation.

  [Vivian Ifgraine's Perspective]

  Oh? What is this?

  What is this, Kyena?!

  I can't believe you hold this cheap copy in such high esteem!

  So desperate to bring Liz back to life, huh?! I guess I didn't make it clear enough when I killed her before!

  I manifest Dagda once more. The pot in front of me, unlike before, doesn't even tremble in fear of the presence this sword has.

  She looks so confident, as if those two fucking daggers are enough to face me.

  -Get that shitty look off your face, I already killed you once, I don't care how many times you come back!

  I shouted that, shaking Dagda so hard that the surrounding fmes were almost extinguished just for that.

  The vase holds her ground, serious as hell, with no wavering in her expression or posture.

  -Let's fight, you stupid bitch.

  That's what the vase says, when in less than a second it passed through me, sshing me with its daggers in the process.

  Eh...? She wasn't even remotely close to this level when we met before. In fact, she's even weaker than she was back then.

  Then... Why was my throat slit so cleanly?

  I lost my bance for a second, realising that my right arm was also sliced off, and in three individual pieces.

  While I was drowning in my confusion and my wounds were regenerating, the pot only paused to say, "No more games.

  -The games are over, do you understand, Enigma? This is not a fight, it's a murder.

  -...

  My wounds... they're not fully regenerating.

  - - -

  [Ambrosia has entered your body. The cells can't fully regenerate or eliminate the threat.]

  - - -

  Ambrosia... Where the hell did this little bitch get the blood of a member of the Cross family from?

  This is a real problem, with that shit in my body I won't be able to fight at full strength.

  -The death you've been avoiding has become a force you can't control anymore, Enigma.

  The pot returns to where I am, not being able to attack as the Ambrosia is destroying me from within.

  -Why...? -. mumbles the vase.

  The vase grabs my neck, squeezing the blood from my wound. It's holding me so tightly that its nails are digging into my skin.

  -What did I do to you to make you kill me? We're perfect strangers. I don't understand what it was that motivated you to attack me like that.

  What do you want to hear in response? Will anything I say change the fact that you want to kill me?

  Of course not. You've already made your decision. There's no way you'll be able to take back what you've done to get here.

  Ahh, I feel too weak just because of that stupid fucking blood. I don't know if I'm going to be able to answer him.

  I still don't understand though...

  -Can you... see her...?

  -What are you talking about?

  I lower my gaze to my own chest. Where I undo a concealment spell to reveal the hilt of a sword in the shape of a bck rose.

  The vase lowers its gaze as well, and releases my throat slightly in reaction.

  ...

  She can see it... and consequently, she extends her other free hand towards this hilt.

  I don't... I don't deserve this...

  -Now, Belphegor! -. I raise my voice, desperate for whatever was going to happen.

  Before the vessel could even react, unable to at least remove its hand from the hilt, a shower of bck feathers pierced the vessel's heart with horrifying precision.

  The vase releases its grip, and its grip on my neck, beginning to vomit blood from the sudden destruction of its heart.

  I scramble back to my feet, forcing the lock on my wounds as much as I can so that my motor functions are not compromised.

  (Don't kill her, you are no longer the Receptacle.)

  Dagda muttered as she re-secured my grip on her rough hilt.

  On top of Elise, the most lethal vampire to evolve for a millennium, she crouches down, to see her face.

  -So this is what he meant by her frightening resembnce to Redhart, Lady Enigma. She is not a "look-alike", she is in fact the spitting image of Elise Redhart. According to my Valuation she has now taken that name.

  Oh. So it's no longer enough to take Liz's appearance, but also the name I gave her in full.

  (Her soul is no longer incomplete. She is fit. Allow her to embrace Hollow Death.)

  Dagda keeps mumbling nonsense.

  "Embrace the Hollow Death"? What the hell is he talking about?

  -Stand aside, Belphegor.

  -As you say, my dy.

  I pin Dagda to the side of the vase's head, raise both my arms to wound one of them and spill my blood over the vase's face.

  The blonde girl's pale cheeks are painted with the red of my blood.

  If you really are a Receptacle now, prove it. I begin to utter as if it were a chant:

  -Vh'zoth m'nahn, d'rkonia saph'l....

  (Before the flesh, only emptiness existed...)

  Belphegor upon hearing my words kneels immediately, this is a rite pronounced in a nguage that makes all vampires who hear it must lower their heads.

  Otherwise, they will be beheaded by the "Void".

  -K'yarnak uln, f'tagn w'gah...

  (Hunger was not a sin, but a song...)

  The "Outer Gods" likewise fell silent, for this is a chant they recognise well, for it was the words that were spoken the moment they were expelled from Gamma.

  It is an incantation created by three Gods.

  Kyena, Goddess of Reality.

  Frill, Goddess of Life.

  ?ther, God of Sorcery.

  -Mordredah, ixen k'vorath...

  (The mirrors lie, for we are the stolen reflection...)

  Transmitted from them to Liz, and from Liz to myself. Imposes the authority of the three main deities who control this world.

  Chant that was uttered at the beginning of all time, by the "Mother of All", as a way of granting reason.

  -Z'mordis vhel, ph'nglui mglw'nafh....

  (Drink, daughter of the night that never ended...)

  Even Dagda was silent at this song, for as the first entity who lived above all the monsters that created her came to consciousness, they were sealed within her in the form of this sword.

  In order to end [Antiquity], the Holy Trinity of Gamma provides their first daughter with a method to transfer her "Primordial Entity" status.

  -R'lyeh wgah'nagl.

  (You are the hunger that waited in the abyss).

  If indeed you are the Receptacle.

  If indeed the words of those madmen on the 33rd Floor are true.

  If you really are destined for this. To become a monster.

  If you really... are the "Ulykkens Arving".

  If all that comes true, I will have no choice but to accept you. Accept you as My Mistress.