Fractured God

Elizabeth blankly looked at her with her messy face and soon stopped her snivelling.

“I'm sorry Lady Gabriel, could you repeat that, I think I misheard you.”

The woman in front of her clapped her hands together and a black screen appeared behind her.

“Hmm, I do wonder who would dare draw on your fa-”

The black-haired beauty turned around to see the screen as well. It looked like someone was opening their eyes.

Elizabeth was taken so aback by Gabriel and the ensuing screen, that she wondered if this was a fever dream of some kind.

“Maybe this is some delusion caused by blood loss? Ugh, I can't imagine what's in store for me when I meet he-”

“FINALLY!”

The black-haired woman exclaimed, frightening Elizabeth. She focused back on the screen and saw what looked like-

Disgust took over her face when she saw what was on the screen in full view.

It was two, wait no, there was another one that was in the frame now! There were three of those blasted women that looked similar to that bald fuck that nearly got her killed.

“I… what hell is this?” She muttered at the sight. “There were more of them!?” She exclaimed. She heard that priest talk about creating more but she thought it was only the one. And based on their appearances, either the one Elizabeth had fought the others had healed already or there were four of them at minimum. She didn't like either option and held her head in disbelief.

But wait a second, why was her Goddess showing her this?

She got a better look at the screen and realised that those women were rubbing their fingers against whatever the source of the screen was.

Their fingers looked like they had been cut open and bled blackish blood. What uncivilised creatures, what were they doing?

Someone soon walked into the frame. They had red hair and now wore a shirt. It was Tibaut.

“Guh…” She said weakly. She felt like she had a knife slowly driven into her back seeing his face again. She turned away and walked back towards the table, her eyes lifeless. Until she heard his voice.

“Oi, what are guys doing? Ugh, don't tell that's- I suppose blood is a better alternative. What's your guys' beef with Elizabeth anyway? As soon as you guys saw her you've been doing stuff like giving her wedgies and stealing her bra. I even saw one of you try to get some of her blood on her panty, that's just cruel. Ugh, though I don't think I'd have the heart to tell her that was your guys’ doing.”

He quickly walked over and pulled them off of her and his words left Elizabeth with a vein bulging on her forehead.

“Huh? Did one of you guys leave her eyes open?”

That confirmed what she suspected. It was her body.

“Lady Gabriel…” Elizabeth asked in a low tone.

She walked closer to get a better view of her Goddess. Her face soon returned to a neutral expression after seeing her face.

“G-gabriel!?” She asked.

Her Goddess’s face looked more demonic than any of the three women she saw on the screen.

“That Jezebel, when I find your main body I'll- (They think they can take her clothes off and view those parts of my Saint!!!)”

Her teeth gritting was audible but she quickly changed her expression upon getting a glimpse of the nearby Elizabeth.

“Hohoho,” she laughed with a hand held under her chin. “It seems I got distracted.”

“R-right.” She looked back through the screen. “Are we seeing through the eyes of my dead body, Lord Gabri-”

The woman similar in height with black hair placed a finger on her lips and shushed her.

“Now, now, Elizabeth, how many times am I going to tell you? Call me Gabby. Can you do that for me, Lizzy?” She asked with a gentle smile. And even with such a gentle smile, there was a silent resolve in her words that unnerved Elizabeth.

“As you wish, Gabr- Gabby.” She quickly corrected herself.

The woman wrapped her arms around her and hugged her. Her soft bosom touched against Elizabeth's and Elizabeth remarked at its softness before getting back on topic.

“That's my dead bod-”

“Elizabeth, you're so stubborn sometimes. As I said you're not dead but alive.”

“Huh?” She looked back at the image. “But what about the being in Tibaut’s-”

“Yo, you call?”

Both women looked at each other before looking at the source of the noise. Sitting on a chair was a young person no older than 16, no younger than 14 in appearance, that Elizabeth could, with no confidence, say was male or female.

“Urgh, you're here.”

“Indeed I am.”

“Hmm? Who's that G-gab…Gabby.”

“That's somebody that doesn't deserve mention invading my privacy.” She said before turning her face away. “Just ignore him, despite what he thinks, he can be quite impulsive when it comes to humans.”

They stuck their tongue at Gabriel but she ignored them. “That being in Tibaut is well… all I'll say is you won't have to worry about anything happening to you. I feel it is the boy that will suffer greatly from this.”

She wasn't sure how to react to that news but she couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved that this thing that inhabited Tibaut had no ill intent for her.

“Hah, what a quintessential human you have picked Gabriel. She's so unashamed in her relief now that the problem doesn't affect her.” They commented with a snicker.

Elizabeth quickly turned to him but Gabriel covered her mouth.

“Lizzy, don't waste your breath. That thing is the forefront expert in infuriating humans.”

“Also, I assume they're responsible for the cultists?” She said, unsure.

“No, that is another matter entirely.”