[BGM- End of the World, Hamasaki Ayumi (lyrics)]

*An unknown place, an unknown time. All is quite dim, but a little glow of light shines on a vague lump buried under several layer of fabric. Near it stand several figures, all wearing long, thick robes and or cloaks.*

1st Woman: I'm sorry, you must speak louder.

The lump: ....atashi wa... EGC no Demiurge, Chatty Arisu desu.

2nd Woman: Chatty, you say... that must be out of date. Your raw power levels are far too great for a Chatty.

1st Woman: That, and you seem to be a Merged Soul.

Heh... merged. That's... true.

1st Woman: Is it, then? What kind of Midori are you?

Miyu.

2st Woman: And your disparate parts were?

Reluctant, Vicious, Bored, and Ultimate. There was a fifth, but she split off at my last death.

1st Woman: Hmmm.

2nd Woman: That one may still have the body, Asako.

Asako: Honto ni.

2nd Woman: Do you have any children?

...hai.

2nd Woman: How many?

........one.

Young Man: *huffs* She's lying.

2nd Woman: How many in truth, then?

......four. Three sons and a daughter.

2nd Woman: Who are they?

The daughter is dead. She was killed by a dragon when she was young. Her twin brother, Deuteronomy-- he prefers to be called Velvet these days. My... other sons... have a different father, and are much younger. Roach and Vermin. They're about a year apart in age.

Young Man: *wide-eyed stare* The Roaches? I thought their mother was killed in the Protest Massacre.

The massacre was planned with that in mind.

Young Man: ...so you infiltrated them yourself...

I intended to assassinate the Leader once I got close enough. But when I finally was close enough, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

2nd Woman: Hmm. Stockhold syndrome.

Asako: Mimina...

Mimina: Look, roaches are repulsive. Obviously something went wrong with her head.

Young Man: She's a mazoku, Mimi. Most mazoku don't look the slightest bit attractive by human standards-- so he probably didn't look quite as "repulsive" as you seem to find it.

....sou. Shinni tottemo kawaii desu ne.

Mimina: *blink* Kawaii?

Uun. Amai mushi datta.

Mimina: Hmph. I don't see how anyone could call that a "sweet little bug"--

Young Man: MIMINA.

Mimina: .......

Asako: I apologize for her, Yuuryou-sama.

Yuuryou: ...hmph. I think I should continue the rest of this interogation myself.

Asako: *bows* Understood, Yuuryou-sama. Mimina?

Mimina: *sighs*

*They both leave, and Yuuryou walks over to the lump...*

*--And gives it a VICIOUS kick.*

*cries out* Aa!

*He gives it another kick, and it crumples over. Shortly afterwards, it struggles to right itself-- herself, on one knee, and a pair of narrow eyes with shining yellow irises peers out from behind a makeshift hood in the blankets.*

*wincing* What--

Yuuryou: You don't recognize me, do you? *steps back, preparing for another kick* You've had this coming for a long time, Miyuka.

I don't remember what I ever did to you.

Yuuryou: Take a good look before you say that.

*The lump does so.*

*Yuuryou looks about 18 or so, and stands about 5'8", with a long, dark, tapestry-like cloak reaching down to his heels. Under it he is wearing an elaborate silk tunic with a Mandarin collar, and some thick bunchy pants stuffed into shiny, black, military boots with steel toes. His hands have very thick black leather gloves on, which make them look a little bigger than they must actually be. He has thick, luxurious black hair reaching down past his butt, even after being loosely pulled together into a very low ponytail. His eyes are brown and gleam with anger behind a pair of small, oval spectacles.*

*Comparison-wise, it'd be a tough call. The closest thing he looks like might be a younger, cuter Professor Hojo--*

*Lightbulb.*

...oh dear god.

Yuuryou: Really? I thought you wanted to be God, hm?

*He kneels down, eye-to-eye with the yellow eyes behind the hood...

*...and smirks.*