Ennea sighed and panted, her body shaking a bit as she cautiously took a step forwards, wincing with pain even through her morphine haze.  The girl glared at Elohim, her pure blue eyes radiating a look of intense hatred.  "You are a mistake.  You should not exist!"  Ennea cried, the pressure inside her head growing each moment from her lack of tears.  "They made me... to kill thing like you."  Ennea squeaked, pulling herself towards the shower, trying vainly to pull away from Elohim.<br/><br/>"If only...  I had not been born."  Ennea sighed, her pain wracked body failing her.  The many mechanisms inside Ennea struggled to combine into one form, only to wail in a grinding cacophony, while the drugs within her struggled to conduct the barbarian orchestra.  The withering girl fell to her knees, a thing string of blood and saliva reaching towards the floor.  "I do... need help."  Ennea said, her entire body crunching as the bile within her ebbed and seethed, slowly mixing itself into a golden proportion, so that Ennea could do the work of the fallen God.