AN: H----ey guys, how're you doing? Contemplating which part to remove first because I left you on a cliffhanger?

If your sense of drama can even equate to a cliffhanger...they're probably so bored with it that they don't know why they're still reading.

Well, it's obviously the drugged cupcakes-I mean, ahem, mind-control-er...

It's funny cause it's bad?

Bingo. A great man once said..."Victory through incompetence."

Ah...that guy is so funny...what was the point of this note again...? I distinctly remember a reason for writing this...

Git gud skrub.

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Perhaps making a large amount of undead in the middle for the continent, where the church is most powerful, was a not-so-smart idea.

Nah, none of my ideas can be anything but genius.

Question: Have you finally snapped and gained a superiority complex?

Believe me. For one such as I, gaining a superiority complex would take a miracle. Not that god wouldn't be willing, should the option cause me pain...

'I think you should stop trying to figure out your mind. There are so many locked doors in here that you're bound to get nowhere. Meanwhile...how about some dairy-free cheese?'

Sure, I gu-No! That isn't poss-

hah...I give up.

Hey world-lady and you...other thing.

'Hey! I take pride in my transvestite-vegan lifestyle!'

Do you have any clue on how to get out of this?

'...'

Answer:...you have no friends?

Well, at least they tried.

The thirteen white-robed men that stood in front of me were laughing and talking to each other, like this was some sort of sport or game. Well, to those with power the opinions of the weak will always be...of lesser consideration.

Damn, since when was I so philosophical? It probably started with Plain, that brain-dead twat. Things like compassion and mercy should be reserved for gods and their chosen, other than them...

...compassion will only get you killed. After a consensus was reached by the old men, they all simaltaniously raised their hands, and looked really proud of themselves. They spoke words of a language I couldn't understand, and sounded as if they were singing.

"Shal'Ko, Mesange'O'Qouth"

Pillars of white expand, wiping any and all impurities from the air and cleansing it like a torrent poured on loose sand.

And I'm in the center of it.

Pain. The familiar sensation of my very being getting cleansed from existence that was the trademark of Holy Magic ripped through me, taking all of my previous thoughts and reducing them to nothing. That was the first tenth of a second. Within the next seven tenths' I would be wiped from this plain, and leave not a single mark of my existence, besides perhaps a black smear on the ground.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

I have been telling myself that death is the best answer for a long time now, and for the first time I have the chance to be cleansed completely! I should be welcoming this chance!

'Hey, are you just going to leave those guys behind?'

My eyes opened, to the site of an endless torrent of white. Just looking at it made me believe that something sacred was pouring out that divine stream. If god hated me so much, then isn't this another form of it blessing me?

'Huh, I guess there are all kinds of different humans. I guess there have to be cowards like you, too?'

That's right...I'm a coward. From the time when I was born, I had remembered every detail of my life. When had I ever stood up for myself...? I told myself I would resist god, and yet here I am, letting my body disintegrate like a leaf on fire.

'Such a shame...my senior seemed to really like you, but I guess you are finally showing your true side. How does it feel, to do nothing?'

I am...just a man. All of these famines, and plagues, and monsters and all of this hurt...I am not a hero. I cannot endure it. Nor can I overcome it due to my cowardice. Is this really all a man can amount to...?

'I guess that, in the end, you really are just a sheep...I guess you're just the wrong part.'

The church speaks of how god can raise man up, can make him more than he was before, can make him able to stand against evil. If god can raise men up, then what's to stop him from kicking men down? If the chosen of gods' purpose is to stand against evil...

'I should just go back to sleep and wait until I return...this is boring. Maybe if at least one of these doors would open..

Then, would not the men god pushes down be the ones who stand at the forefront of evil? Should they not revel in their fate, and desire to bring all of creation crashing down around them...?

'To think I went to all the trouble...che, a useless human is nothing more than a sheep.'

I have been deceived.

Not by god.

Not by man.

Not by nature.

But by myself.

I recall a voice, shouting as if from a long distance..."When will you tell the truth?"

The answer is...

'You hear me?! I want out! I've had enough of this-

Never.

"Aura"

The familiar dome encloses around me, and my vision slowly clears as the last of the spell peters off. The robed men look surprised, but...why should they? Black smoke is swirling around me, and the ashes of dead men lies like snow upon the ground. Why do they have such superior expressions on their faces...

'What...did you...

...when they have stepped into my territory?

I slowly tread upon the ashes of the fallen, and look upon the mildly amused faces of the thirteen old men. Despite their attack being faced head-on, they seem to be entirely calm.

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"Aho? It seems this Lich has some power..."

"You are correct, brother Methuselah, the tiny scamp could possibly become strong enough to lick my boots one day."

They are leering, and I have to ask. Are men of god just hard-wired to look like homeless old men who hadn't seen a razor for years? The looks they are giving me are more uncomfortable than scary...

Nevertheless, the one who stood at the point raised his hand for silence. "Brothers, let us waste no more time completing the work of our lord. Purify this soul and return her to god!"

Except my soul is a guy...but, i have grown tired of hearing them be so arrogant. Is not a saying of the church, "Pride comes before the fall?"

I raise my finger, and point toward the priest who had named another Methuselah. "You, I dislike you."

"Defuse"

The priest puffs out his chest, seemingly proud of his clothes that block my magic...and then those same clothes ripped and flew into the air, the magic woven into it being destabilized causing it to tear itself apart. As logic would have it, enchantments on clothes were harder to destroy than spells were. The reason being spells always left holes where it was unnecessary for the spell to work. However, they had simply stood there and let me look at their clothes for a whole ten-seconds at least. Even a child could rip those robes they were so proud of!

The twelve other priests look on with shock showing on their faces for the first time. All twelve that is...except for the one standing at the point. He looked at me, then scornfully sneered. "So you can destroy our {High Robe of Magic Defense] can you? However, do you think that will help yo-"

"Frozen Thread"

As the head priest was scolding me, he flinched as something splashed against his face. He looked to the side and saw chunks of meat sliding against each other, and held a hand up to his face and felt the red, sticky droplets hanging there. He looked on in mild disgust as what was once human slid and flopped with meaty slaps against the ground. He seemed relatively annoyed. Slowly, he turned toward me. Raising his hand with the intent of judgement-"This lich has slandered the church, and defiled my sacred image. Death is too kind, erase her!"

The eleven remaining priests raise their hands as one, and begin the chant-

Except I was no longer in sight, as I had ducked into an alley while sticking my tongue out at them. As if I would stand and take something like that again! You can't be kidding me, my Aura is almost gone and I have amount a fifth of my mana. In times like these...

Being a villain who can run away is such an advantage. From behind the head priest yells, "Spread out and surround her! We cannot allow filth such as her to stain this earth that holds gods' people!"

As I give silent commands to the solitary remaining Tall to head back to the gate and act like a dead body, while hoping Blacky will get the memo, I drag myself through the tight alleyways.

Being so close to the ground didn't do my nose any favors either!

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*pant, pant*

Just gotta keep going...can't stop...right behind me...

'You know, you could just give up like the coward you are.'

Hah, sure, Transy. Just keep talking, remembering I'm crazy helps me focus.

Damn it...even my mind wants me to sound stupid. But then...

Hey Transy, you aren't a different personality, are you?

With a sarcastic tone, 'Oh whatever could have possibly given that away? As if I haven't been yelling at you for thirty minutes straight!'

Shut up Transy. Tell me, you sound similair to the evil spirit that told me how to shoot a bow. Can you...?

My thoughts seemed to be frozen as utter rejection seeped into me. 'firstly, hell no. Secondly, you're a coward, so fucking hell no. Thirdly, you're so weak just touching me would incinerate your body. But I mean, if you really want...'

I coughed and hurried around a corner, then doubled back and went a different way. Those priests were persistent bastards. Stop trying to fool me. If you wanted to kill me, you could just do as you say. Instead you have offered advice, so I assume you are tied to me in some way...?

Hearing a quiet swear was enough. So Transy, if you want to make it out of this, then you have to-

'Didn't you hear me! Just my touch would incinerate you! Even if I did the same thing as senior, you would still burn up within a second. Is your skull to thick for words to penetrate?'

I was shocked into silence, and simply let my heavy breaths go out. Running wasn't tiring, nor did I have the need to breathe at all, but habits die hard. My mind was telling me 'Fuck you' in bright red and gold letters, and my body was being convinced. Or was it the other way around...?

So what you're saying is that I will die.

Silence. Then...

'Yes.'

I couldn't say anything.

'But perhaps, if you don't die...I can help you.'

So basically, you're telling me to do the impossible, and in return you'll help me?

I felt a nod.

Well, looks like my work has been cut out for me. Alone, surrounded by twelve beings that could and would easily kill me, with no help, and no idea how to save myself.

Hah.......

if I've said it once, I'll say it ten thousand times more.

Fuck my life!

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AN: So I put up a poll, and if you have any suggestion for an accessory, I'd like to hear it. I have a couple fishes swimming around, but I always welcome input. After all, anything that comes from my mind alone is one of two things.

(1)Contradictory and stupid.

(2)Brain damage.