AlterMyth - A Hololive Fanfiction

The Summons

Prologue

When the lights went off in the honeymoon suite of the Fleur de Lune hotel, Ina slid into the large bed together with Ame and Gura. The Atlantean wrestled with Ina to claim their spots on the large bed at first, but their long journey and their jam-packed schedule during the day soon took its toll on them. Thus, she and Gura both fell asleep in Ame's arms as the detective gently stroked their hair at the same time.

Ina snuggled closer to Ame and closed her eyes, basking in the tender aroma of the detective's lemon-scented soap. That smell of lemons soon guided the sleepy librarian to enter the eye of her mind once again.

Just as she expected, Ina started to transform and take after that sketch that she made on her favorite purple sketchpad. Small wings. A golden halo. A tiara of interlinked stars. Squishy side bangs that turned orange at the tips. Ear-like flaps of hair on the top of her head.

Unlike before, her purple pajamas were transformed too with flashes of purple light. It gave way to a thin, dark purple garment that revealed her shoulders and barely covered her modest chest. The garment bore designs that would have, in Ina's eyes, rivaled the latest fashions of Europe and fused with the aesthetics of her Far Eastern heritage.

At the same time, Ina couldn't help but feel like her garment would be scandalous in both places.

A myriad of new accessories also began appearing as part of her attire. They were bits and pieces of fashionable clothes that Ina sketched in her spare time: black, wrist-length gloves, a dark choker adorned with an eye of golden embroidery and trappings of white fur, a detached white sleeve held in place by a purple, flower-shaped ribbon and tall shoes that were surprisingly comfortable to wear.

It was the librarian's artistic fever dream coming to life before her very eyes - or at least in the eye of her mind. She felt like she was the priestess of some unknown power that peeked through the fabric of time and reality.

Ever since she moved to London, those whispers had been getting louder and louder. Her dreams at night became more and more vivid. Her transformations grew ever more detailed!

Perhaps she was getting closer to that mysterious power that called out to her, Ina pondered.

While she was thinking about this, the formless, depthless darkness around her started to shift again. It was just like what happened in her dream when she was aboard the RMS Teutonic.

This time, however, that darkness gave way to somewhere odd - to say the least.

Clad in her priestess garment, Ina found herself floating slowly down into some sort of hellish, otherworldly realm. There were walls of dark brimstone bricks around her, interspaced with tall, wrought iron fences that formed a hallway through the darkness. Torches burned from the walls while hanging braziers flickered overhead, crackling with unnatural flames.

Before Ina knew it, she had fallen down onto a smooth stone surface - an altar surrounded by a host of lit blood-red candles. The heat from the myriad of flames burning around her made the 'priestess' sweat and feel lightheaded. When Ina stirred from the altar to wipe her brow, a powerful, unearthly gust of wind blew through the hall.

The blood-red candles were all snuffed in an instant, but the flames of the torches and the braziers further away in the hallway remained. All the smoke rising from the snuffed candles rose and coalesced into yet another smoky figure.

That figure had its back turned to Ina and faced the end of the hallway beyond the horizon. Was it the same one that she saw in the Teutonic, perhaps?

No. This figure was shorter and walked with a different gait.

Moreover, that smoky figure smelled faintly of lemons.