A blood-red moon, announcing the encroaching of the night and the death of a day...<br/><br/>A fallen leaf, its wrinkly brown splattered with vermillion lifefluid...<br/><br/>A falling star, bringing about the birth of a field...<br/><br/>ENOUGH!<br/>Enraged, the bony fist, hidden beneath dark cloth against the sun, slammed against the ground, the pain-induced adrenaline managing to tear his gaze out of the needlessly-symbolic signs before his mind's eye. Useless.<br/><br/>Beneath his mask he clenched his teeth, or rather those of the upper jaw against the ones that remained in the lower one, he stood up. It was a waste of time. For quite some duration now he had tried to discern the location of the Lady...<br/>Again, a frail fist was slammed onto the ground. Failure Failure FAILURE FAILURE FAILURE!<br/><br/>Closing his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, he attempted to focus on the task at hand again. The location of the Lady... the successor to the Lady. Failure. He received nothing but useless signs that could be interpretated in infinite ways!<br/>...<br/>Perhaps... She was hidden... or taken- or...<br/><br/>No alternative. Inconclusive. He would find Her.<br/><br/>Slowly, the cowled figure of Eeliphas rose from its kneeling position. If anyone had entered the room now, that someone would have had the sight of total destruction, torn furniture, scratches on the walls, mad scribbles in blood everywhere. While Eeliphas had indeed fallen into catatonia directly after news, coupled with truth, about the Lady's death had reached him, the fallout after he partially recovered had been even worse. Unstable, he would have been called, prone to bouts of rage uttering itself in self-destruction, while his mind was being bloated with vision after vision of armageddon.<br/><br/>The destroyed room being the result, it was not something that could be of interest to Eeliphas. It was old, days, weeks, he cared little, but it was merely the past and he would not waste time to repair what was without use to Her.<br/><br/>Having managed to recover shreds of his sanity and consciouseness, he had been working on finally finding the Lady, the One whom he would serve now. Unsuccesful. Inconclusive.<br/><br/>He would not find answers in this room.<br/><br/>Determined, he began his way out, out of his sleeping-quarters, not bothering to close the door behind him, passing by the rooms of the rest of Her servants... only one, the one called 'Chitose', as he recalled, was out...<br/>Again, a rage was building up. Why were the others not out there, searching for Her? She demanded! Nothing else could matter!<br/><br/>Wordlessly, he went further, to the exit of the building. If his visions could not give him the barest hint of Her location, then he would have to resort to more physical options. Stepping out of where the group had made their headquarters, he beheld the sight of the once-proud Crystal Tokyo, a pathetic shadow of its former self, anarchy holding a brutal reign, thousands of souls crying out in painful wish for help.<br/><br/>He had seen this, oh yes, so much earlier, so very, very often. Perhaps he should feel apathy now, a sort of thinking how fate could not be defied, how destiny was set without ways to change. Oh, he had thought so long ago. Perhaps, he was still thinking so...<br/>Only now, it mattered so very little, was useless to Her.<br/><br/>Unwavering, he began his march, ready to tear the city stone from stone if he had to, he would find answers, he would find Her. Of course, that would be followed by the uncountable visions of how he would fail.