Seeing Dan Heng return, Herta, rubbing her signature witch's hat (It is not childish, but stylish - Great Chef Herta), walked closer to the enigmatic figure that named itself Shinji Matou. She knew what those eyes saw, what they meant...
What IT signified
Those eyes had the same bearing as 'them', the Genius Society. Though dampened by what, impossibly, appeared to be eons, she could see in them the deep wisdom that lay before them. "So, Mr. Shinji, I had heard some... interesting things to say the least. Though the contents remained brief, I seemed to notice that below the surface, a treasure trove of knowledge lay hidden. And among them, I seem to feel that you may have the knowledge I so deeply desire..."
Kneeling closer to Shinji, her eyes, now filled with intense madness, radiated burning flames as she realised the sole purpose of her research lay before her...
"Could you tell me...
What is Divinity?"
Raising his head, Shinji stared at Herta. Just as she was wondering what on earth he was about to tell, her breath froze:
An ancient, crumbling city lay before her, where dark creatures, creations damned to an eternity of oblivion, glanced at her way, their rabid eyes filled with unquenchable hunger...
Large cylinders stood tall, their shiny carapace reflecting the light from the magma pool that lay below, as the glasses reflected thousands of neatly laid out humans, waiting to be released...
Atop the cloudy skies lay an ancient citadel, where a giant corpse, still radiating heat, lay. Beside it seemed to be a decrepit old man, his wizened eyes watching the bustling city below...
In a twilight forest, anthromorphic beings, each nearly humanoid, sported several heads of different animals, as they lay forlorn, unable to enjoy life...
And the dark forest, where THEY stood tall, their dark, brown eyes watching, staring, all wanting to grasp the new 'pet' that came their way...
"Hee...hee...hee..."
With a giant pull, Herta freed herself from the illusion that she was dragged into...
Or is it...?
"So, seems to me you have seen shit you're not meant to. Now, what was your question again, hmm...?"
"N-nothing, sir. I...I hope you have a safe trip back home..."
Hobbling back, Herta could barely keep herself awake, still reeling from the sudden visions she was pulled into. She knew that if she didn't quickly purge herself of these memories, she'd be fucked. Guess I...I need to make contact...with those detestable...memokeepers...
"Oh, and before I forget, whoever made those cute little buggers has my thanks; they're too fricking adorable! And also...
Tell her that if she accepts a call for help from someone named Anderson, or if he comes from The Factory, that she should never accept Their demands. Beware..."
And with a quick wave, he bade farewell, before taking Killinger and Tony back home...
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"Ahh... what a comfy vacation that was..."
Cracking his arms, Shinji removed all of his paraphernalia (including the uranium-tipped shoes that kept his toes warm). Hiding the Spear back into the sub-space, Shinji began checking the chat room, wanting to know what they were doing today...
Ahh... though it pains me to leave everyone there, this is the most peace I have ever gotten over the past millennia. Now, I wonder what else is there in the chat-
[Ding! Are you ready everyone! Since this mission has been completed with full marks, it's time I, the gre- no wait, sorry, the humble administrator, shell out your goody-good rewards to all those who came for this mission (and that includes you as well, you little raccoon)!]