[10-15] The Docks

[Remilia Scarlet]

As the wave of rotten and corrupted flesh spilled across the shipping lot and towards their delicate position, the two primes examined their slowly fleeting options. They could shove off the boat into the harbor without power, using the water to separate themselves from the ghouls on the ground. But they would be sitting ducks to the flyers. The plan of light the dock on fire had been given, but it was unlikely to ward them all off and stuck inside the boat house they would have cooked or been trapped inside as the swarm got in. Holding out seemed impossible, their number greater than anything two had faced before and that was without considering the monstrous constructs in the midst of the beasts, any of which could snap them into two. It seemed to hopeless, after everything they had gone through, this truly seemed to been the end. Despair held them, and they thought of the Nexus and hoped Omni might choose to kept them around.

"I think I'll take that tea now" Gin let out a sigh of defeat, and Remilia nodded as she took the kettle and the tin cup she had used before to pour him his last meal.

And in that moment she saw it. Flayed strands of fate, arriving from the town. It was not like what she had seen before, yet it was oh so familiar. Those of great will and strength had come again.

"They're coming" The vampire announced, and Gin sighed.

"I know that, Remilia, I can see them out the window"

"No. Not the zombies. Survivors. Primes from the plane crash" and at that moment, hope sprung eternal.

"Can they make it?"

"That's our choice to make" She stood up from her seat and walked back over to the door to the balcony. She stared out back towards the living carpet that hungered for them. "So why don't we give them a hand” She gave a wide smile to her red-haired companion, and he gave one back as he rounded up the many weapons he had made if they had chosen to fight.

“Remi, in case we never see each again, I just want to say-” Gin wanted to say thank you, although as strange as that was since the brat had caused him so much trouble. But he was stopped when the scarlet devil held up her hand to stop him.


“Only my friends get away with calling me ‘Remi’.” Remilia explained. Gin looked on, wondering if he was about to get slapped again, but the vampire’s smile never stopped with a bit of knowing assurance. Their hearts now soared to the skies above and the strode out towards their destiny.

The plan was simple: She would keep a route clear, he would keep the flyers off her back and keep the rampaging enemy thin. With only a little help Remilia managed to get on the roof and look down at the beasts that drew closer. Fear might have taken anyone else, a manic and wild look in the vampire’s eyes told of the well of power she now tapped, every low she had taken on this miserable rock now to be thrown back out to their enemy.

“Do you really think that I have lived five hundred years just to be killed by some mob!?” Her voice boomed over the docks, even louder than the roll of roars of the damned, as she pointed in challenge towards the ghouls that bounded towards them. Against the zombies, against the island, against Omni and his realm “At least the last one had the courtesy to bring their own torches and pitchforks!” A fell and terrible laugh went out against the the sky, where one of the flying creatures swooped at her.

Gin had been ready with a makeshift air-powered rifle, loaded with fishing spears to shoot creatures down. A shot flew into the cloud of monsters, and took one out as it was impossible to miss. But the one attacking Remilia had jinked away and continued its attack vector towards the childish vampire. Only for it to find surprising resistance as her little fist collided with its face and forced it down into the roof. Its weak neck broke on impact and was kicked off the roof with little effort.

“Don’t upstage me!” she yelled. She had come here for power and fame, and now she would get plenty of both. Although the kick surged pain from her splinted leg, she had beyond care for such mortal wounds. Her sign of weakness would now be proof of her greatness. The survivors needed a signal and she would give as she raised a spell card above her. “Truly you are such prideful creatures if you think I consider you lowly things a challenge!”

“Critical ‘Heartbreak’!”

Those who cut a desperate path towards their salvation saw a crimson beam smite the sky and the one who held it. Although the scarlet devil was dwarfed by most of the remaining survivors at that moment, as she held out in defiance to everything with them battered and wounded, she stood the tallest.

The spear bolted into the front rank of the enemy as it was flung forth, it lanced through many of them and sent them spiraling into the abyss and under the feet of their kin. They continued on, their mindless charge towards the embrace of death, and Remilia would give them that.

-♫-

“Do you know who I am?! I am the Eternal Young Scarlet Moon, Vampire of the Heavy Fog, Descendant of Tepes, Mistress of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, Rebel Queen of Gensokyo!”

“I! AM! REMILIA! SCARLET!” Another spell card flew from her hand as the time limit ran out and she launched another bolt of red magic into the horde. “And I say that your fate ends here!”