Tittle: Angel’s Flight
Chapter 10: Disembodiment
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Be forewarned; time in limbo travels about ten times faster than real time.

Anthony

Have you ever heard of limbo? You know, that space between life and death? I think that’s where
I ended up, well, at least part of me.
The place was dark, not much unlike the place I lived, giving it the feeling of being within a
cavern or cave. The only luminescent was sea green with its source unknown.
I thought to myself.

The darkness around me lit up in a brilliant red, giving it the look that I’d imagine Hell to look
like, minus the flames.

her thoughts whispered weakly.

My question was almost immediately answered as a demon slipped out of the floor. With the face
of a skull and hair red as flames he came. He was dressed in black silk and wore gold warrior armor.
“Papa gé, sly demon of death!”

Okay, so maybe she’s NOT my girlfriend and maybe, just maybe, I’m supposed to be her enemy,
but that doesn’t mean that I’m supposed to just sit back and let her die.

Papa gé just squatted down and stared at us, thumbing his chin thoughtfully.
“Four souls here, three at stake, yet I only see two.”
He then put his hands together as if in prayer and pulled them apart as if swimming, sending
Angela and I flying apart. I was able to keep balance, but she just crumbled to the floor.
I tried to bellow at him, but it only came as thoughts.
“Four souls here, three at stake. I only see two.”
Subsequently Angela began to glow, clear as daylight so that I could see the 'essence' of her soul.
Protected within her arms were two faint objects, two glowing orbs, one midnight green, and one pale
yellow.
“Ah, so there are the two I missed. She had them! Oh well, this will be the last time she shall
interfere!”
What?! He’s going to take HER SOUL?!

I didn’t exactly know what I was doing, but I felt as though this was something I had to do. I felt
that I had to place myself in between them, even if I got hurt in the process. As I did so, I felt like a spark
of warm glow within me. Perhaps it was hope glowing within me that I felt, or that by having touched
Papa gé by accident I had a little soul sapped out of me. Of which I do not know.

“YOU! Just step aside. This girl is mine. She’s dying you see. Her soul is good, just as it
should, being the kind I seek. Just stay away. Get in the way, and you shall share her fate, as whichever
souls she keeps!”
With that he swung his hand back showing what looked like they were once human seeping out of
the floor. Flames erupted around them, around their seemingly melting faces. Within the fire I could see
four familiar faces. One of them Angela, One of them me, one of them Jarod, and one of them Damion,
melting within the flames.
Compulsively I grabbed Angela’s hand with my injured one behind my back.
I thought as a little soul slipped out of my hand and into one of her wounds.
“That will be if you do not let her go.”
Her reply was weak.
I could hear her clearly, as if she were a part of me, as if we had formed a direct link.
I am not going to go down that way. I will not loose my friends to him or I will have been born
in vain.
I could feel her pull on my hand as she so desperately tried to pull herself up.

I am unwilling to die.

Meanwhile in the throne room, Jake

What the?! He just collapsed! Is that supposed to happen?
I bent down and felt for his pulse. Gulp It was non-existent.

“Jacob, you look pale. What’s the matter? What did you DO?!” I heard my father bellow behind
me.
It’s good to kill a man, but it’s not so good to kill one of your own assassins. I’m in trouble.
“Er…nothing’s wrong, nothing at all…” I began, thumping on his chest with my fist hoping that
his heart would start again.
“Jacob…” my father said in warning.
I thought to myself as I hit him with one hard final blow.

His heart began to beat again.

Meanwhile in Limbo, Anthony…

Angela now stood on shaky legs, still grasping my hand firmly.
I hope you don’t mind… I heard her think as she began to suck some energy right out of my
body.
Could I resist? Not anymore, for she had already started.
Her pupils disappeared to be replaced by a golden glowing color. Her hair turned a sunray blond
as her body turned shimmering silver.
Could that have been because of me?
She closed her eyes, gold still emanating from between her lashes and I began to feel weak, but I
would not close my eyes, I would not allow myself to pass out. I would remain awake until I could find out
what she was doing.
Gold began to flow around us, encasing us in a luminescent bubble. There were gaps though.
I felt another pull at my arm, almost sending me under, and then there was silver in the gaps.

The bubble collapsed on itself, shooting outwards from us, and then Papa gé was blown away.
Not dead though, just sent away.
I passed out.

Meanwhile in the throne room, Jacob

“Well?” My father asked threateningly.
“Nothing’s wrong. Sometimes your heart stops if you get too close. Nothing not routine.”
“Continue,” replied the older one, waving a nonchalant hand at me.
“Okay…As you can see here, I have Angela’s heart crystal. By removing it we now have an
empty body, of which we can insert a new soul into,” I explained.
“And what good does that do us?”
“You see,” I continued. “We can insert a more…obedient personality into her, giving us the
control, and the help of her power. She will do everything we tell her to do.”
“And where will we get this obedient soul?”
“You see,” I proceeded. “Not all youma were killed by the senshi. Well, not completely. If you go
to a place where one was killed, you can resurrect one of them into her body. Sort of like being possessed.
Any youma would do what we told them for an exchange for THAT body and power.”
“And what youma do you believe we should use?”
“That’s simple, we’ll use a yoma that had possessed someone before. When Endymion had been
turned to the ‘dark’ side, he had two yoma possess the ice skaters Misha and Janel. We’ll use one of those
yoma.”
“Good, you may proceed,” father replied, the older version nodding nonchalant in agreement.
I then picked up the now empty vessel that was Angela. Too bad, she was entertaining…however;
perhaps the new counterpart will be a little more…persuasive? As I walked away towards where I may
exit, I heard the elder call, “Wait a minute.”
Turning and making a slight bow, I asked, “What is it your majesty?”
“You forgot something.”
“What?” How could I have forgotten something? I’ve got the girl, the crystal, the
place…unless…
He then pointed to the ground. Anthony was still lying where he fell. I wonder…
“Why is he still lying there?” the elder Alsessaly demanded.
Placing Angela on the ground, I stepped before the Alsessalys and petitioned, “He is a traitor, your
majesties.”
The elder just sat there, staring at me, raising only one eyebrow in acknowledgement, “How?”
“The only way for him to be sucked under is if they shared part of her soul! It’s the only way!
HE’S been fraternizing with the enemy!”
The elder was now amused as my father looked on. The elder replied, “Really? Now how do you
care to prove that?”
Uh…hmmm…how do I dare to prove that? I mean, I’ll admit I didn’t like the guy, and it would
be fun to control him as well…but do I really have any dirt on him?
I looked down at the papers spilled all over on the floor from his ridiculous daily report file, and
noticed something rather peculiar about it, IF you know what I mean.
I picked up the papers and put them back into the file, ready to present them to the Alsessalys.
“Here,” I replied as I handed the folder to the elder Alsessaly. Women, how’d I know they’d be
his undoing? “Do you notice something odd about this?”
“Yes…there seems to be a lot of pictures of Angela in here…And what’s this?! He had these all
along and didn’t tell me?!” the elder Alsessaly yelled.
“What?” the younger one yelled, reaching over to try to pry the pictures out from the elder’s
hands. Losing that battle, he contented himself to just looking over the shoulder of the elder.
“As you can see,” I replied as I continued the tirade. “Although there are many pictures of Angela
in there, it seems to be that he now has the whereabouts of all of the other senshi, their identities, etc, etc…
Meaning, that he knew all along and did NOT tell us!” I emphasized the N.O.T. as I pointed to the
unconscious Anthony on the ground.
“Hey, they’re kinda cute…” the younger Alsessaly began, while the elder cut him off. “ What do
you suspect we should do with him then?”
How I was related to those two, I don’t know, but continuing…
“I propose that we convert him as well. A yoma is much more loyal than a teenager.” Why did I
feel as though I was pulling the rug right from under my own two feet…maybe because I’m a teenager…?
“Fine, take him as well,” grunted the elder as I bowed for the third, yes I think third, time this
evening and disappeared through the floor in a mirror, now with two servants.

Meanwhile, Jarod

I honestly didn’t know what I was doing after I pulled Mina into the mirror with me or what
impulsed me to do so. All I knew is that within moments of after replying, “ Hello Mina,” she was in my
arms, and my lips were firmly pressed to hers. She was shocked, which I can believe, but oh…I did not
want to leave those lips. It had been so long since I kissed them, so to speak.
Suddenly I felt her push me off her and I immediately came to my senses, somewhat bowing down
and apologizing with my hands folded in supplication, “I am so sorry! It was the portal, honest! It does
weird things to you…I am so sorry!”
She just stared at me oddly, her right hand brushing her possibly bruised lips. I winced at the
thought.
“J-Jarod! How could you…? Why did you…? How did you get here?!” She stuttered. Looking
around, she continued, “Where is here?!”
Feeling that she needed, more like deserved, some sort of response, I cautiously replied, “ You’re
in a portal, a mirror portal…you’re in Rei’s mirror.”
Her eyes bulged about ten times their normal size as she stuttered, “What?!”
Lightly grabbing her by her shoulders, I calmly repeated, “YOU are in REI’S mirror.”
Squirming out of my grip, she started ranting, throwing her hands into the air, “How can this be?
This isn’t possible!” She then turned towards me and pointed at me accusingly, “YOU! What did you
do?!”
I began to stutter, not used to being in trouble with her, “I-I can’t make my own mirror portals…I
turned Rei’s mirror into a portal…”
“Then that means you’re the enemy!” She yelled, sounding somewhat betrayed. “Venus Star
Power!”
Before I could say a word otherwise, her clothes disappeared only for her to be showered in light
and have Sailor Venus stand before me, her hand pointed at me as though she was going to use her crescent
beam attack.
“You’re the ENEMY! So I want some answers!” She yelled, her gloved finger targeted mere
millimeters from the center of my forehead. “Who are you?! What is your mission?! Why do you keep
attacking us?!” She pressed her finger into the middle of my forehead to add to her point. I could feel the
energy cackling just below the cloth of the glove and I winced. “Well! Are you going to answer me or
what?!”
“My name is Jarod, I have no last name. General Phoenix of Alsessaly’s Army raised me. My
mission was to find the Sailor Senshi and destroy them. I am, was, an assassin. But I am NOT your
enemy. I left their ranks long ago.”
“I don’t believe you!” She barked at me as she took aim. “ Venus Crescent Be…”
I clenched my eyes shut waiting for the attack to hit…but it never came. I felt myself falling over
to the side and land with a thunk as I heard the ‘eam’ part of her incantation. I was gasping for breath at the
near death experience, sweat perspiring off my neck, face, and back…intermixing with that of someone
else’s.
I opened my eyes to find me covered in long wavy blue hair, and through it I could see a pissed
off Venus revving up another attack.
“Venus…” I got up. “Crescent…” I began to run. “Beam…” I fell to the floor, the blue haired
thing in perfect pursuit.
The beam bounced off of the ground, reflecting into something that basically yelled, “OWE!”
Damion’s mask fell to the floor.
I looked up and saw him in his senshi like uniform of a midnight green tuxedo and cape. The blue
thing was Angela’s long time friend, Jamie, and the thing yelling, was Venus.
“What the?! How many of you are there?!” she yelled.
“I don’t want to hurt you, so detransform now, or I will be compelled to use force,” Damion
growled, his body in an eerie calm, his eyes determined.
“Venus Love Me Chain!”
Damion dodged the whip, leaping over the unsuspecting senshi, and falling in behind her, swiftly
putting her in a chokehold.
“I told you to detransform,” he yelled as he grabbed the brooch in the center of her front bow,
causing her clothes to fade back to normal.
Reaching into her pocket, he mumbled, “ Now let’s take this so we don’t have any more accidents.
Shall we?” He pulled out her senshi pen.
Looking at me while he held Mina, he asked, “Would you care to explain this?”
“Angela is missing, I’ll explain more once we’re out of here,” I replied coolly.
Detransforming himself, he followed me out, Jamie grinning that she had finally seen Sailor
Venus in action.
“A Sailor Senshi, so cool!” I heard her whisper excitedly in the background.

To get out of the heat of the portal was a relief… only one problem. The rest of the Sailor Senshi
didn’t like it too much that my supposed fraternal twin had Venus in a headlock, nor did they like that we
had a tag along.
Lita swiftly got up, lightning crackling in her eyes as she asked, “Who are they, what are you
doing to Mina, and what is she doing here?!”
Jamie tapped my shoulder, so I quickly translated it for her considering she didn’t understand a
word that Lita just yelled.
Impassively letting Mina go, Damion walked up to the seething Lita, and placed a hand on her
shoulder.
“We are looking for a missing sibling,” Damion calmly answered.
It was scary looking at those two, for I’ve never known him to do that, and judging by the looks of
the other senshi, I doubt they thought Damion would be able to touch her and live, let alone calm her.
“Sit down. Please,” Damion gently asked and oddly enough Lita did as asked.
I swear, if the senshi’s eyes got any bigger, or if their jaws hung any lower, eyeballs would be
rolling along the floor into wide open mouths.
Sitting down next to Lita, he motioned for us all to sit down and I guess it was out of respect that
we obliged. I mean really, who else would dare to go near an angry Lita, and actually live? Any takers
here? No? I thought so.
Taking my seat next to Jamie, knowing full well that even if Lucifer hopped up in the middle of
the cockeyed circle we made, Mina would NOT want to sit next to me.
“So, where’s Angela?” Damion asked in Japanese so that the senshi would understand him.
After kindly translating this for Jamie as well as everything else that anyone or I said afterward, I
replied, “ I don’t know, all I know is that she’s missing from work.” Seeing that people were most likely
thinking so, your point is? I continued to say, “I tried calling, and when that didn’t work, I tried to use
this.” I took out Angela’s Mini Data Computer and everyone but Damion, Jamie, and I stared at it bug
eyed.
Carefully reaching her hand into pocket, Ami retrieved the Mercury Data Computer. All the girls
stared between the two data computers for a moment until Mercury carefully came up and held the two up
to each other. They were exactly the same size and shape. It almost looked as though someone just put a
new paint job on the Mercury Data Computer and added a new symbol to it.
I carefully peeled the computer from Ami’s hands and waved my hand over the emblem, Ami
seeming shocked that she couldn’t open it herself like I did.
“It only opens for relatives of Angela,” I quickly explained and when hearing a ‘hmp’ from Mina,
I amended. “Surrogate relatives of Angela.”
“Huh?” Serena asked, not seeming to get it.

Seemingly seeing as to what I was thinking, Damion got up to explain, but instead held his hands
apart and select parts of our past were seen in between. It was to explain all that was needed without
revealing too much. The senshi didn’t need to know that the entire point of us being here was for us to
keep them from being killed by Alsessaly and his men. They did not need to know they might not win.
They had enough on their palate. They looked at us impossibly stranger realizing much more to our pasts
than they did before.
Slowly standing up, her fist over her chest, Serena asked, “And – And, Angela, who are her
parents?”
Looking at her, and almost grinning, Damion replied, “Don’t worry, not you. You are still to have
only one child.”
“Then who?” She persisted, Damion’s translating echoing in the background.
“We cannot tell you without Angela’s permission, sorry,” I replied, but out of the corner of my eye
I saw Rei looking down, almost as if contemplating something. I prayed that she didn’t figure out Angela’s
parentage and hopefully was just musing over Damion’s parentage being the enemy.
Replacing my attention back onto the little computer in my hand, I pressed a button that seemed to
mean help. In other words, a help button. In doing so, the little hologram of Sailor Halos appeared once
more.
“So what’s up?” the hologram asked, sitting on the edge of the PC, her crossed legs dangling over
the edge, swinging.
One look and Jamie burst out laughing. Apparently the tiny Angela didn’t seem as appalling to
her as it did to everyone else.
And so began our questioning and search.
All of this went by, not knowing that a pair of blue eyes had been watching us. A shocked pair of
blue eyes no longer covered by shaggy brown hair.

Meanwhile, Jacob

I appeared for the first time on the famed ice where Sailor Moon learned to skate, my cargo lying
on the freshly smoothed ice. There were no lights on, not a single one in the arena, perfect for what I was
about to do. I mean, what would people do if they caught me grafting one soul to another? They wouldn’t
be happy, that’s for sure, and I didn’t want to find out the results.
Forming a mirror at my left, I reached my hand in to pull out Angela’s heart crystal and an old
book. The book itself was a very rare and very valuable thing. It was to no ones knowledge that I
possessed this book. It was ancient, perhaps more than 5,000 years old. Its cover was made of lambskin
and held together by a long leather strap. Blowing on the book to remove the dust, I scoured the pages to
find what I was looking for. The script was hard to read, but I found it. The incantation I was looking for
was called The Art of Possession.
Sitting down on the ice between the unconscious pair, Jacob began the incantation:

Come to me my minions,
Darkness weeps at your side.
Release the bodies you now possess,
For I have an offer anew.
Release those shells,
And take hold the ones I have for you!

The ice glowed an iridescent green as Angela was first taken. Her form flew up, hair enrapturing
around her now limp floating form, around her icy green skin. The heart crystal I now held in my hand
glowed that same green and then turned black as Anthony now joined Angela in her floating tirade. His
skin turned an ice blue, his hair a crimsoned purple. The two bodies floated together and collided in a
luminous infusion. Quite literally there was a loud crack and then a blinding flash that lit up the entire
arena.

Meanwhile at the temple, Jamie
I don’t know what just happened! One moment I’m holding Angela’s little PC, chatting with her
little hologram, and the next moment there’s this great flash…and – and everything’s gone! All of
Angela’s tools…everything! I didn’t do anything to them, I swear! …But, I don’t have the slightest idea
what happened to them…

Back at the rink, Jacob

When the dots cleared from my eyes, I could see Anthony and Angela standing before me
although greatly different. Anthony was picking at his limp hair and general’s uniform in great pity while
Angela had already formed herself a new outfit. She now wore her hair up in a clip at the back of her head
to hold all of her radiant red hair up. Her eyes were now Luna red, and she wore the most…delicious outfit
I had ever seen. She wore a tight black skirt that went down to mid thigh with a slit that went up the side
that almost went all the way up her skirt. Her mid drift was showing clearly just below the tiny sleeveless
turtleneck top that seemed more like a fancy sports bra to me. For some reason her personal symbol still
shown as a charm on her outfit as gold bands wrapped around her right upper arm. She wore tall leather
boots that reached just below her knees with a white stripe that ran up the front and around the brim each
boot. She held a silver domino with red tinted lens in her hand. And hanging from her waist was the most
important thing of all. Attached to the gold chain that wrapped loosely around her bare mid drift were the
two highly powerful silver crystals.

Author’s Notes

It feels weird, writing author’s notes I mean. I haven’t done them in a long time. Thank you for
reading this so far, I will, mind permitting, write more much quicker than it took last time.
Mind permitting…
Who knows, maybe she’ll feel as I have. To perhaps have her dreams haunted by a man she
hasn’t seen in years. Who knows?