Pleiades Saints

Chapter Two: Rise of the Giants

Chapter Two: Rise of the Giants

"Master Tabris, I regret to inform you that Experiment Number 700 has escaped." Samael hung his head in front of the hologram. A pale-skinned, crimson-eyed, human-like being with spiky sky-blue hair made up the hologram's figure, dressed in a flowing black and gray outfit that almost resembled robes. He narrowed his eyes at his subordinate. "You were finally successful in creating the first Seraphim that didn't melt into a puddle of their own innards from the pressure of genetic transition...and you let her escape? What kind of fool are you? Do you need to be reminded of your position again, Samael?"

The Nephilim scientist quickly shook his head. "N-no, Master Tabris. The Seraphim slipped from my grasp, and she took off...Kanato Suzune, the 700th Lilin...he helped her escape the ship.

My only guess is that both of them must be down in that city somewhere. Please forgive me..."

"I do not wish to hear your pathetic pleading," Tabris snarled. "It is an offense to my ears. Leaving the Seraphim to her own devices down in that putrid human hole will only cause her to reach her awakening faster, and that must not happen. If she was born from the blood of Ramiel, the traitor that defied our ultimate goals and murdered our honored warrior Sahaquiel...it's only natural that she would inherit his violent and destructive nature. The Seraphim is essential if we are to accomplish our mission of bringing about Revolution and ushering in the final stage of evolution for God's children. If we lose her, then all the lives we've sacrificed, everything we've been through to get to this point...it will all be for nothing."

Samael gave a sharp nod. "I understand, Master Tabris. I have dispatched Sachiel, Zeruel, and Lilith to recapture the Seraphim and the Lilin. We will not fail you."

"I do hope you can live up to that promise," Tabris said. "I don't believe I need to tell you what will happen if you can't. The Lilin is of no concern, he is merely a worthless prole that can be easily replaced. You may treat him however you wish...but I want the Seraphim alive. We've come too far to be stopped now. If we fail...then we will be the last generation of God's children."

I arrived at the hotel only to find an empty building. Not a soul dwelled within those walls. The only evidence of any human activity was the huge mess trashing the lobby, clearly the aftermath of the Christmas Eve End of the World Party. I searched the building, looking for any trace of life. I vaguely hoped that some of the guests would have been too frightened to leave their rooms after seeing an armada of alien giants descend from the skies, but there was no one to be found. On the top floor, I made it back to my room, which was still a pigsty, yet untouched from the night I had been abducted. It stank of old booze and stale candycanes.

"Is this where you live, Shizuka?" Kanato quipped. He had been asking me questions nonstop ever since we made to dry land, and at this point, it was beginning to drive me nuts. "No, it isn't. Will you please stop asking so many questions?" I burrowed through the drawers and dug through my suitcase, looking for something that could be of use aside from clothes and makeup. I cursed my past self for being an idiot and not bringing more important stuff. Then again, I didn't expect to wake up to an alien invasion either. I snatched up a tote bag and stuffed in anything I thought would be useful.

I marched to the bathroom and tried to turn on the lights and the sink. No electricity, no water. Of course. I gazed at my reflection in a filthy mirror. I looked like I'd been to hell and back. My ruby-red eyes were bloodshot, dark circles hung beneath my eyelids, and my hair was like a gnarled mess of snakes. But...it was different. I noticed small streaks of white running through my pink locks, highlighting the tips. It hadn't been there before. I noticed my eyesockets were tighter and more angular. I almost looked as though I were wearing dark eyeshadow. My skin was an unhealthy, almost ceramic shade of pale white, and my arms, legs, and torso were marred by scars and cuts that looked far too clean and uniform for mere scrapes. They almost resembled surgical marks. Something happened in that black pit of missing memory after I was abducted. Whatever the Nephilim did to me, I was not the same.