Tibaut woke up in a strange place that was now starting to become familiar. It was an endless void that encompassed him in all directions and stretched on forever. At least he believed so. The void was so dark he couldn't tell if it stretched ten feet or ten million. But the oddest thing about this level of darkness surrounding him was the fact he could clearly make out his body. It was like a light was being shone on him and only him.

He laid on his back… or was he standing? Or maybe he was floating while stationary? Regardless, his body was straight with his hands and arms stretched out and he couldn't move a muscle.

The silence, like last time, made the only sounds he could hear, the moving of blood in his body, the beating of his heart and the movements of other internal organs inside. He didn't think he was ever going to get used to hearing bodily fluid move about inside him.

He remained there for several minutes, not really thinking about much as he bided his time. His mind needed some rest and this wasn't a bad place to catch up on it.

Until he fell down and landed on his back.

“Ow, what the hell was-”

He looked around and there was no floor beneath him. But that wasn't what caught his attention. He heard footsteps approaching.

“Tch, I forgot who usually brought me here. Finally feel like showing yourself you old bit-”

He got up to his feet and scratched his head while looking around.

“You can control how this place looks right? Can't you like to bring me back to my old apartment or something? This place is really screwing with my eyes…”

He sighed as their footsteps continued to linger in the silent air. “I swear, it's like you don't know how to shut up sometimes yet as soon as I ask you about something it's like you're a mut-”

He turned around to face them, with his arms crossed and felt his jaw go slack as he looked at her.

“Louise?” He said.

He looked into her eyes and felt his heart race. The hair, the skin and the face, it was all right. Even the smug expression that she'd wear whenever she pissed him off, it was all right. He ran towards her and grabbed her in his arms. He hugged her and gently patted her back as tears started forming in his eyes.

“I missed you.” He stated softly. “I know you probably only see me as your ex-boyfriend’s little brother but I lo-”

He stopped what he was saying and gave a soft sigh. Although this person before him had a few things in common with Louise, there were a few glaring differences. First of all, if he was hugging her they'd be face to face, even at his current height. This person was so short their face was in his chest without even bending.

He slowly looked down and it became more obvious this person wasn't them. Their hair was different. It was a short cut and flared out at all sides.

Their eyes were bright red, similar to a gemstone.

And there was a massive grin on their faces as Tibaut surveyed their bodies.

This… this was too fucking far. This bitch had already crossed the line. And she was now creating even more lines for the express purpose of crossing.

“How do you like it?” They asked with a smirk. They walked forward and brought Tibaut into a hug of their own. The veins on Tibaut’s forehead were at a very high risk of bursting from how large they had grown. His eyes were now bloodshot and his fists were closed so hard their clenching was audible to the both of them.

They placed their hands over their ears as soon as Tibaut opened his mouth.

“AARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHJH” Tibaut shouted like a wild beast.

He pushed them off him and they got a well-deserved punch on their cheek. They were sent to the floor and he quickly jumped on them, grabbing them by the collar of their shirt.

“WASN'T I GOOD ENOUGH!?” Tibaut shouted. “DIDN’T YOU HAVE ENOUGH FUN FUCKING WITH ME!? HUH!? ANSWER ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER? YOU DARE INSULT THE ONLY WOMAN I'VE LOVED, YOU WALKING PIECE OF FESTERING SHIT!?” He said as his voice cracked.

They rubbed their jaw and glared at Tibaut. “I come to visit you and this is the thanks I get, you limped dick asshole. I didn't know you were a fan of domestic violence but just know I'm not afraid to hit back.” She said in a cold tone.

He jumped off her and helped her up. “What a second, is it really you? (Maybe she got reincarnated into this world as well!). I'm sorry it's just that there's this asshole that's been screwing with me recently and-”

They started giggling… and a more ambiguous-sounding voice left their mouth. It wasn't any more masculine than Louise's voice but it was a different voice entirely.

“Hehee, sorry but I won't be bringing her here anytime soon.” They responded.

Tibaut punched them again but this time they didn't budge. They slowly pulled his fist off. Tibaut punched their other cheek. They pointed to the free cheek.

“See? No scratches or bruises.”

He removed his hand from their grip and punched her again. And again and again.

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After seeing it did nothing, he began biting at them and tried gouging their eyes. He tried ripping their hair, he tried stripping them bare to embarrass them, he tried punching at their reproductive areas, he tried biting again, he lifted them up and slammed them head first into the ground, he threw them to the ground and continuously stomped at their head, he continuously stomped on their mouth when they began speaking, he tried to break their limbs, he tried dislocating various joints, he began biting at the softer parts of their body like the earlobes and eyes hoping something would come off, he headbutted her until his forehead grew bloody, he tried to bit her again this time clenching his teeth as hard as he could on a certain part of her, then began threshing his head around like a shark, he tried to….

After 28 hours of continuous attempts, trying to find the chink in the defences of the woman in front of him, Tibaut lay on the floor, unsuccessful. He breathed in and out slowly and lifted his upper body, sitting on the floor. He turned away from the woman, sulking like a child.

“Hmm, I thought you'd like this body… was I wrong?”

Tibaut sighed and stared out into the abyss. “...”

“Oh, you're just shy, how cute. So you do love it, I suppose I'll have to keep this as my permanent form then.”

“Any reason you look like a version of Louise that puberty skipped? Oh, I see, maybe you can't increase their size.” He bitterly responded as he looked away.

In addition to being shorter, their body lacked all the curves that Louise possessed.

They bent down and hugged him from behind.

“Actually, I just didn't feel like turning my body female just to annoy you, so this will have to do.” He said before yawning into the back of his head.

Tibaut raised an eyebrow and turned to them. He felt their chest, firmly grasping it before slowly pushing them off his back.

“So I guess it's just the height you can't change.” He said before turning back around.

He walked around to face him and wagged his fingers. “I can but realistically there isn't any difference between this and your height.” They soon disappeared and Tibaut for the time since entering this place could breathe in peace.

“After all, from my perspective, this is the difference between big and small. The difference between my height and yours might as well be rounding errors.” He said out of sight.

Tibaut looked around trying to figure out where he was hiding until he looked down.

Below him was a wet red floor, with black at its centre. Before he could stand up to get a better look at it, he was slammed from the sides by higher elevated floors. It wasn't until the floor below him started shrinking that he realised what it was. After ten seconds or so, they returned back to their regular height.

“A few feet doesn't seem significant now, does it?” They asked.

“So why have you brought me here? More importantly, why the hell are you back.”

“Ah, that. I was having so much fun I nearly forgot.”

Tibaut rolled his eyes and got up.

The boy continued talking and the two began walking further into the void. “It seems that the lazy bastard I planned to use, lived a truly boring life. So much so, that he only knows about the cultists as much as the average person. And more importantly, he has never encountered them, even with some leading from me to places you battled them at. However, what I thought was a simple run-in seems to have intertwined your fate with theirs.”

“Get to the point already, I wasted a lot of energy on you, so I'm ready to go to sleep any moment.”

“Oh don't worry, as long as you're here you'll never feel the need to go to sleep nor injure yourself. Aren't you curious why your broken knuckles and bloody forehead suddenly don't hurt anymore?”

“I assumed as much, but get onto the important point.”

He rubbed his chin for a few moments as they walked. “I suppose there's no need to drag it out. You're going to help me find my sibling.”

“I feel sorry for whatever mother gave birth to you.”

“And I feel sorry you don't have either mother anymore.”

Tibaut roundhoused the back of his head, to little effect, and they continued walking.

“Based on the name of the cultists they seem to be involved.”

“What were they called again?”

“Marrow of Lucifer. It seems my older half has decided humanity has its uses and created a religion. Sigh how far you've fallen sister.”

“Lucifer? Like the Devil?”

“Hmm, sure, I supposed she was called that at one point. Though based on the information in your head, you'd likely call me the same thing.”

“Huh? Why's that?” He questioned as they continued into the endless.

“I suppose I should tell you since I gave you a second chance at life.” He turned to Tibaut and reached out a hand. “I am Satan. Former Archangel, currently one of six almighty gods that rule this world.”

“...”

Sweat began forming on the head of Tibaut as he stared down at the figure beside him.

“Hmm, what's wrong?”

(“Satan… that satan!?”)

“I suppose I would be the counterpart of the one in your world, so it depends on what you mean by “that Satan.”” They answered.

“Stop reading my thoughts! Damn, no wonder you're an asshole!”

He tilted his head at him. “I'm surprised you reacted so calmly.”

“Does it matter? You could be the big flying spaghetti monster for all I care, you're still some all-powerful God that's an asshole. Your name changes nothing.” Tibaut said as he calmed his heart. “But wait a second, aren't Lucifer and Satan the same thing?”

“Human, you've read the Wikipedia pages for both of these figures, how can you be this ignorant?”

“I did?”

“Regardless, you're only job is-”

“Aren't you going to explain it?”

“No, now as I was saying,”

Tibaut scoffed as he continued.

“Your goal is to investigate this Marrow of Lucifer and find my sister.”

“And if I don't?”

“I'm not sure you have a choice in this matter, even if I don't force your hand. Honestly, this was the point of your resurrection, and you seem to be doing a fine job, unlike the other three. Just don't be surprised if I have an order for you every now and again. You owe me as much for reviving you after all. (And I think don't it's in the Saint of Gabriel’s personality to let them go unpunished.)”

Tibaut clicked his tongue before walking off into the endless darkness that surrounded them. It was far more preferable than staying next to that thing.