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(GS3) Special Field: The Rift

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Cherry:
Akuma took up the fight, leaving Makuto to watch. This proved to be the eldritch's exploited weakness, confusing them both with "House of Amon" units, but moreover Makuto with a mirror. What did he see in the mirror? Enough to have sealed his fate long before the fight's end. A desire to return to the village... was nothing more than a hopeless dream, the other residents saw Akuma.

"Freak!" they wailed, children throwing rocks at the two. While the demon spirit was unaffected, Makuto felt pain. The same pain of losing friends and then being bullied by them.

All this pain when he thought he'd simply return to a quiet, peaceful life with his parents. ... And it was Akuma's fault for being there, even causing said parents to turn away. Even so, they were still connected, Akuma had no intention of leaving.

So what if they could both stay and have everything?

The mirror's image distorted, a storm looming overhead. Thunder booming, lightning striking down on the village repeatedly, setting it ablaze. Yet, the villagers didn't scream, not with fright, not with horror. In fact, they stopped. Instead, they turned to Makuto in a sort of trance. Slowly approaching him, the people began apologizing, welcoming him home, praising him, ignoring Akuma's existence almost entirely. The only acknowledgment he got was them pushing him aside.

They were the House of Amon, even sporting an enormous figure with "Triple Drive", something beyond comprehension, within their ranks. ... More importantly, they were the kind of people Makuto wanted to return home to.

"How about another fight with your old man?", his father questioned in the next image. He was enjoying the game with his son, and even had the mother fighting over who got to play with the boy next.

How could this heaven be rejected?

The fight was over, the horrorterror laughing as Makuto "won", even if the monster won the fight itself. Signing the contract, urged by the succubi, he now belonged to them, and they to him.

"BUT YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE THIS POWER YET."

Cruel Hand, Hell's Trick, and Dimension Creeper all stayed with Makuto and Akuma, whilst the others went back to the stairs. The demonic deity raised an arm, summoning a ghost entity named "Death Anchor".

"TAKE THESE, CHILD OF DARKNESS. THEY WILL BE YOUR FIRST TASTE OF REAL POWER IN YOUR HAND. WITH THEM, GO FORTH BACK TO THE REALM OF MAN, AND RECRUIT. SEEK OTHER VANGUARDS OF DARKNESS, AND SMASH THE LIGHT, ERASING IT FROM OUR WORLDS. FROM BOTH CRAY AND EARTH.

ONLY THEN WILL YOU FINALLY HAVE YOUR PEACEFUL LIFE."

"Astaroth" banished them from the mansion with a flick of his wrist, a massive gust of wind flinging Makuto and Akuma from the crazed space of the Rift, sending them back to the Beach.

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4 House of Amon, Cruel Hand
4 House of Amon, Hell's Trick
4 Dimension Creeper
4 No Life King, Death Anchor

All Obtained for Makuto/Akuma.

(Proceed back at the Beach.)

Kisaragi Zane:
Jellal closed his eyes and started wincing in pain. Clutching the side of his face, his knees gave out and he crumbled to the ground. His heart pounding, his face drenched. Trying to catch his breath, Jellal's vision gave out and he was done.

He felt a gentle breeze run through his face, he stood up, vision still blurry. "What happened to me?" He said while holding his head. He sat up, and took a glance at his surroundings. He knew he wasn't at the Underground Slums but he still wasn't able to correctly confirm where he had been taken to. He waits in utter silence.

Hope:
It was as if Jellal was taken within an endless current within the sea. He was flying along its center, feeling the push of the waves, but he was unmoved and kept still. A form appeared him from outside the current, the sea itself was his mask. It was a human-like shape, with a slim body, the silhouette of it's attire gave off an impression similar to that of the other Aqua Force officers from before. But this being was no simple officer, the aura his form alone emanated screamed of his high status, very likely beyond that of Genovious. He held a sword, a smaller one than that of Genovious, but it looked like a scimitar, the very shape of it comparable to the tip of a scythe.

"I am a warrior from far beyond this time...." The shadow spoke.
"I call upon you from the future, from the next generation to become the Vanguard of my clan and to lead my people... so that one day we may be able to meet face to face, when you obtain the power to tear through these currents. You may have missed the chance to obtain the power to revive Aqua Force when you had lost in the national tournament, but fear not... by becoming fighting and obtaining victory in the name of the Aqua Force, you may be able to provide us with the power we require." The voice paused for a moment.

"We've no intention to let you fight with your power alone, we shall lend your ours."

Phantom Blaster Dragon appeared before Jellal, its body unmoved by the currents as well, the fierce tides being pushed away by its armor, it's lance cutting through the waters without even a single movement. Suddenly a light engulfed it, it was the rift. It was as if the Dragon was thrown through the abyss of time. Once the light dissipated, Phatom Blaster Dragon reappeared, the currents around it stronger than ever. Its very presence now caused the space around to ripple and tumble apart.

"Phantom Blaster Overlord.." The voice said almost jokingly, like a scientist interested in the result of his own experiment.

Kisaragi Zane:
Jellal steps forward chasing after the officer. He throws his hand out. "Wait!" he sprints faster. "I need to know your na-!" Jellal paused to the sudden appearance of Phantom Blaster Dragon. The black dragon send shivers down his spine, the very unit that he feared deep down and resented.

"Why are you here?!" he shouted as the Abyss Dragon roared, knocking Jellal on his back. Jellal shielded his eyes to prevent the debris flying into him. As he lowered his arm, he saw that Phantom Blaster Dragon was still there... only...'different'. He was shocked to see a very thin and more vile dragon standing in front of him. "What are you...?" he paused silently as the voice entered his ear: Phantom Blaster Overlord.

"Phantom Blaster...Overlord?" he stuttered. His eyes shaking, he wasn't sure what to make of what was going on.

Hope:
The dragon's might struggles to hold itself in. It was slowly fading away, but despite doing so, the presence which it gave was enough to shatter through the ocean floor and cause dark energy to erupt, surrounding Jellal as a card slowly landed upon his hands. It truly was, Phantom Blaster Overlord.

"With this, I've given you the power to fight for us, and with this power you are fighting alongside us." The silhouette folded its arms, as if giving off a mission briefing.

"Day by day, we slowly gather power, through your fights we absorb the energy and become stronger and stronger. Soon enough, we will be able to materialize onto your hands, and we will be able to fight alongside you with our true forms. Crush as many opponents as you can with this power..." The voice had a menacing tone, full of energy, as if it was talking to a crowd of soldiers, attempting to give them battle morale.

"We require that you claim victory upon Vanguards of these three clans, Royal Paladin, Kagero, Bermuda Triangle. With these victories, you will supply us with the power that we need, our Vanguard. Soon, you will be able to truly meet us, your true clan, the Aqua Force."

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