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As he's washing his hands Took thinks back on the whole journey so far. It was kind of a weird ride at first being kind of lumped with a puddle of guts and bones like that, but the time they've spent together has really made Took dote on the little blob. He has to wonder if this comes from some forgotten paternal instinct, or if maybe this was his personality the entire time? Or maybe it's not inherited at all and the kid has really just brought this out of him? He's missed him you know? Even if he's just hunkered in the library not having him around the fishing hole has been a drag. He catches himself, there's no way [XALA] is going to stick around after he's been… de-gooified. Ugh no, it's best to not get attached, that's the smarted way to be… Huh, he has to wonder is this too some forgotten instinct or…?

As he exits the bathroom, he's not even opened the door completely when he first see's the state of the Cafe. Greeted by the body of one of the patrons, a Martian complete with a paperboy hat and peacoat, him and his possessions looking a shade of pale. Took was warned about this: Radiance, the light weaponised by Angels, the one's who sit above Humans as this worlds oppressors. If anyone was to be a threat to the refuge? Oh, it wouldn't be the Humans, it'd be the Angels.

He crouches down and takes cover behind the counter, where he spies an injured but thankfully still alive Saturnus Barista, who is pointing towards where Took was seated earlier. He peaks his head around the corner, sadly witness to the last thing he wanted to see: A figure, towering over what is now a dissolving puddle of flesh, muscle and bone. The substance Took injected being completely overwritten somehow. The figure looms, it's left hand in a claw motion, letting Took make out the detail that it's wearing some kind of glove that has little needles at the end of the fingers, dripping with some kind of solution. Took prayed that if he glanced at this things back he wouldn't find anything, but no such luck: Two huge wings covered in feathers protruded from this things back. It's an Angel, but not just that, this had to be the Angel that [XALA] described that attacked him back in his hometown. The detail about being pricked before melting, it all adds up, it's him and he's here to finish the job.

The angel transitions from a hunched pose back towards a more aloof stance, in complete confidence that he has succeeded in his mission.

-I always wondered what Victor would've said to his creation if he managed to slay them the first time? Words of regret? Would he be steadfast in trying the experiment again, knowing he could wipe the slate clean? I've poured my heart and soul into this project; Humanity. I believe in Nyaarlathotep's original vision for them. The collective whose cognition could subjugate and quell the chaos of The Son of Man. But that Chaos is infectious, it was not due to flawed thinking in our design that mistakes like you manifest! Nay! We could not of been expected to perfect it on the first attempt, and oohhh what a first attempt it was! How the chronology bent to our design, that The Sons of Man knew themselves to be lesser then the proxies we ordained to be their betters. But oh the Celestials now choose to abandon you all, they deem Humanity a failure, you hath been forsaken. But no no no, I shall not let this be so, I will reincarnate you again, without these retched flaws and assure your place in the Kingdom of Heaven. I will mould you into the Son that I can love, for it is love which guides my hand.

The Angel raises his hand and a radiance covers both him and what remains of [XALA], Took knew this was his last chance to intervene. He hacks up a bolt of fire in the back of his throat, gathering what embers reside in his sinus and getting ready to spit the flames out at his target. As the Angel lifts his fingers to the air, ready to summon whatever spell he as planning, Took peers from the safety of his cover and hurls a aquamarine fireball at his target. In the blink of an eye, the Angel takes his raised arm and uses it to bat away the fireball with his bare hands, as a natural light returns to the scene manifesting in a blanket of shade crawling across the scene. He sighs, like a pet owner in their bed when they hear a thump from down the stairs. He turns to face the Kobold and places his hand on the short sword he has hanging on the scabbard, well more a holster actually, straps of brown leather on the inside of his suit jacket.

-I appear to have missed one. The Angel declares. Wretched filth, was does a Kobold, a mere Monster, hope to do against one of Gods Blessed?

-Is looking like a middle manager date rapist supposed to be God's Male ideal? Then I'm doing the world a favour by wiping such a waste man off the earth. Took retorts.

-Hmmm, humour, or at least an attempt at it. The typical response of such base lifeforms of low intelligence when face with death.

The Angel then lunges forward, unsheathing his short sword, ready to end this with one strike at the Kobold. However, his forward momentum is interrupted, suddenly he trips over his own footsteps, he drops the blade he carried as it lands by Took's feet. He chokes and splutters as he tries to gather his breathing, eventually coming to a complete stand still. Took notices in the middle of The Angel's shirt, a red stain begins to grow, more and more vivid and wet. Until The Angel starts to lurch forward in two spasms, and on the third... A thing of bone, muscle and sinew bursts forth from The Angel's chest. Took recognises this as belonging to [XALA], this is one of the things he learned to manifest willingly from his arm, he'd often use it for fishing much to Took's disapproval. Lo and behold when Took looks behind The Angel, a Man Lying on His Side shaped bludge had emerged from the puddle that was once [XALA] which was the source of what had just impaled The Angel. The bulge from the puddle, bubbles start to emerge where the mouth would typically be, no sound emerges by the message was clear to Took: Run.

This was a request Took was sadly going to have to ignore, as while The Angel was still reacting to being stabbed, The Kobold ran as fast as he could, hacking up another flame loogie and leaps and grabs The Angels face as he unloads a blast of blue flame. The Angel somehow manages to keep his footing, as he recoils back, one hand tending to the wound in his chest and the other attempting his face. The sight was unfathomable, the left side of his face didn't resemble flesh and blood, but a broken vase. As if someone had taken a shotgun to a marble statue, a statue that was to contain the contents within, to present mortals with a form an identity of The Angles that was comprehensible by primitive minds. A righteous flame erupts from the wound, the intense gaze of hatred and rage comes from within, an eye stitched together by its very veins to a spinning wheel which slowly grows and swells from the holes now left in this thing's face. That gaze could've been met all day had The Angel wished it, a peak behind the curtain of reality to sights and knowledge none were ever ment to gaze upon. But knowing his initial task was destined to be finished anyways, he covered himself with his wings, as he dissipates into a ball of radiant light. He then whiskies himself away through the shattered glass windows and into the sky.

Took looks on with bafflement at the puddle in front of him, there was nothing to grasp, nothing to communicate too and of course nothing he could do for his friend. He just kept making empty gestures, hoping some insight would find him. Galasgey comes running onto the scene, accompanying her was a familiar face, the Alien who brought the two the chicken strips last night! If you perhaps didn't guess already, they were one of the Saturnus who live in the community and their name is Do. They're a part of Galasgeys department, so [XALA]s wellbeing falls under their jurisdiction too. Behind them were other Aliens from across the spectrum of Neptunians, Saturnus and Martians. Galasgey switches from her usual soft demeanour and assumes authority over the situation.

-Okay, search the premises for survivors and get them the medical attention they need, but leave that pile of flesh over there! Do get whatever you can from the surrounding to prop myself up!

Do nods as they seem to create something of a... Pillow? Like a prop for Galasgey's back, made up of backpacks and the clothes of the deceased. The Neptunian then lies on her back with these things as support as she begins to spread her legs open. She closes her eyes as her tentacles, from the ones on her head, the ones protruding from her shins, become to vibrate in a harmonic function. The sounds are, soothing, akin to calling something, like a parent calling out to the back garden that your PB&J's will be ready at almost any minute. It puts Tooks anxiety of the situation at ease somewhat, like hey... It's all gonna be okay in the end, aaaah-. Galasgey then slowly unfurls the fat from between their thoughts, to reveal the-

-Whoa whoa whoa! Took exclaims as he turns away and covers his eyes. Minister, is this uuhhh appropriate for the situation?

Galasgey chuckles a little as she puts The Kobolds mind at ease:

-I do forget Monsters primitive approach to... 'Modesty' you call it? But fear not Took, I am preparing to take our dear puddle into my womb. I understand for Mammals it is typically a process for the creation of life, but for us Neptunians, it is also a means of preserving it. We may give a part of ourselves in the service of giving another the chance to live. To leave our mark and lineage on those whom we gift it.

Galasgey leans back even further into the pile of belongs as the vibration of her tentacles gets even more rapid. Slowly but surely The Puddle that was once [XALA] begins to react to the harmonics and moves ever so slight towards The Neptunian. At first subtle, but getting more and more obvious the longer time passes.

-I held of on this option, as I had hopped there would be a way of maintaining your Monstrus self. But at the precipice of doom, I will bring you back to stability my love. Galasgey proclaims.

He arrives and surrounds the foor around her, using any ounce of force left in this current state, to climb around the bottom of her thighs, as he slowly enters inside The Neptunian. Galasgey hoists her head backwards as the most euphoric smile creeps across her face, her cheeks coming apart in ways Took was not aware she could do, there was nothing so elating to warrant it before now he guesses. For Neptunians there is no greater honour or blessing then to take another into your body in this manner, even pregnancy is viewed as a sort of sacrifice, barring you from partaking in this privilege for a set amount of time. It's clear this is a part of Galasgeys culture she has not gotten to indulge in, for some time. To be able to share this experience with the Earthlings of this world, oh what magnificence, what bliss.

After a while any of the 'mess' was now gone, the only evidence left of [XALA]'s presence was The Neptunians now bloated stomach, somewhere in-between With Child and End of the Buffet. Took decides to finally uncover his eyes.

-So, what do we do about him now? Asks Took.

-He needs some time to recover from his immediate wounds, but in two or three days he'll be talking again. Galasgey explains.

-Oh, so he'll be out by then?

-Oh nooo, I can't say there's been much precedent for Neptuian and Earthling relations like this, but I can say with confidence the Gestation period will be a few months from now. He'll be communication through me while he's in there you see, just think of me as his chaperone for the time being.

-But what's the end goal here, he'll eventually be healed right?

-Healing is not the world I would use for this Kobold. Remember that his life as a Human was dead long ago and now the curtain calls on his time as an Earthling too. [XALA] will continue, but this will be the third life he will live.

Despite explaining nothing, Galasgey is satisfied she has given Took all the information he needs to process this. As she walks, while taking some time to adjust to her new weight, over to Do as the pair walk away from the Cafe. Took assumes this is going to take a lot of admin work from the entire refuge, even while Galasgey is.... With... Adult... Man? He forces himself to make some comfort that [XALA] in some way or another, will survive this. This sudden period of solitude takes him a little by surprise, however. He eventually finds himself offering aid to the other Aliens tending to the wounded or deceased, just as something to do. Today was awful, but it ended happily... Didn't it?