Eleven: The Sequel of AlterMyth

Till The End Of Me

Prologue

Bae, Sana and Fauna stepped out of the double decker bus and stood outside the gates of London's Occidental College for Young Ladies. There, they found that the wrought iron gates of the campus were closed. Students and members of the faculty, members of the Disciplinary Committee, were posted outside the gates like guards, but they spoke and acted with the thinnest veneer of normalcy.

Denizens of the Nephilim's Dream, figments of Irys' imagination populating the dreamworld of London passed by and wondered about the commotion. They were sent away by the Disciplinary Committee guards who gave them outlandish excuses about the classes being canceled for one reason or another. Not knowing any better, the figments of Irys' imagination bought the story wholesale and disappeared.

Bae, Sana and Fauna, however, stood their ground and approached the gate.

The Disciplinary Committee guards gave the trio the same spiel they gave the dreamworld citizens. However, their words couldn't deter the three from continuing their march. Instead, Bae stepped forward and shouted.

"Open this damn gate or I'll break it myself!"

When Bae said this, the expressions of the guards changed immediately. Every single one of them, without fail, dropped their genteel acts. Their kindly faces lost visual fidelity, twisting and crackling like the black-and-white static of televisions. Then, just like the Horrors, they started producing weapons out of thin air.

The trio paused and prepared themselves to fight off another army like they did in the real world. However, to their surprise, the Disciplinary Committee brandished confounding weapons: wooden batons, baseball bats, cricket sticks and the like - sporting implements that wouldn't be out of place in an all-girl's college for rich kids.

Bae scoffed, but she kept her stance steeled. After all, behind the gate, she saw dozens if not hundreds more Disciplinary Committee members appear with their weapons. What they lacked in armaments, they more than made up for with sheer numbers.

Numbers that only seemed to keep growing and growing.

Afterwards, the head of that large army of false civilians made her presence known. The haughty and dramatic Clover Gosling appeared and climbed up to the brick walls of the Occidental College. She walked atop it like it was the ramparts of a castle and looked down upon the intruders.

"I was wondering when you folks were going to show up. Arriving dramatically is supposed to be my deal here!" Clover protested, orating like she was reciting lines on a theater stage. Her eyes turned to Bae and she smirked at her, "I would have been happy to let Irys sign off her voice on her own without incident, but we both know that you wouldn't be able to let something like that slide."

"You're goddamn right about that." Bae growled, cracking her knuckles and stretching her neck, "Now come down here, theater girl! I want to beat the living shit out of you!"

"Ohohoho~ you are indeed a glutton for punishment, Baelz Hakos." Clover laughed haughtily, pretending to be a refined lady. She raised up her right arm and turned it into a sword once again, "After that warm welcome I gave you, haven't you learned your lesson?"

"I did learn my lesson." Bae snapped back, "I finally got it through my thick fucking skull that there are things worth fighting for, no matter the cost. I made a promise to protect Irys and to come running whenever she called." She spread out her arms and declared, "When Irys sang her songs, she was quietly crying out to the entire world for help. Well - now, I'm here to keep my promise."

"A bold declaration." Clover swung her sword-arm and pointed it at Bae, "You've got two of your lackeys here with you, but two students aren't gonna turn the tide."