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She clutched her heart, two years ago she given both of them in adoption because they reminded her of that monster of man who use her, but now he was dead and his last act and first act as father was to reunite them. She didn’t even notice Vincent who was infuriated from the other blows Keith had manage to land on him, finally snapped, shouting. “Lacrymosa!” at the top of his lungs.

Unlike Nathan’s Legacy, Lacrymosa was fully solid and shape upon Vincent’s will. It had quite the muscular body, but the muscles were not flesh instead iron, and its head resembled a skull with lance piercing it cranium. In its hands rested a pair of miniature-assault rifles mimicking human fingers.

“Now I kill you! Stand still!!!” and just then Lynn knew what that strange golden pocket watch was, and she pressed it. And it all when to Hell. Vincent was well know for been capable of creating a “lag” effect by splitting time-bonds allowing him to move between this “pocket time” without interfering in the real time. But do to the watch power, his “lag” was sent back to Lacrymosa and transferred into him. Keith was too close to Vincent and he was trapped within the lag. While the others observed not moving a muscle. “I’m fine…” said touching Keith’s touching his face and getting up. “Lynn take your kids, I confront this guys.” he said running at them. “I’m cure but how?” he asked to himself.

Meanwhile Vincent was trying to revert the flux of time within his body back to normal, anyone looking at him would see strange patters of skin regeneration and dying flesh, as result of the hyper-time bubble he was trap in.

“If there someone who is getting confronted and beating, is going to be you!” said the only female member of the Pet Shop Boys. Keith stud there until she summon her own Legacy, Manhattan Rumble; another immaterial being, this one however was liquid. She had long brown hair and wore jeans with a red long sleeves shirt.

“Do you know what year it is?”

“No, why would I care?”

“Idiot! You must not only know your enemy, you must know the surroundings the year the techno each world offers. For example I was born 1939 and I still live till today, 39 years and never been defeated. I travel to the great future that holds us, the 80s a time of drugs and teenage life, the 90s a time to revolution and I dare not speak of what holds in such distant future.”

“You called that thing a Legacy its nothing but poodle. I’m a little rusty from not being sane for let see 8 years, but this doesn’t mean I have lost it. Fade to Black.” the creature did not manifested like the other Legacies before, instead it drew itself from under Keith’s shadow. The odor was abominable; like vomit and hot garbage with burn hair throw in top of a pile of dead bodies. The creature was featureless; no mouth, eyes, ears or hair of any kind its only feature was long sipper running across is slick ebony body, that resemble a primitive human.

“What is that…?” wander the girl looking at the Legacy with fear. Meanwhile with the help of Mr. Bowie, Vincent manage to revert Lacrymosa and fight off the time-flux. Taking this as her golden opportunity Lynn took down the two jesters protecting the infants. At once Mr. Bowie spawn around catching her in the act. While Keith had order Fade to Black to reveal it true self, before commencing the fighting. And as the sipper slowly open a Hell-like no other was revealed; from it came countless rutting hands all of them holding weapons, broadswords, guns, war-hammers. An inner hammer-space as vast as an ocean. “This what it means to fade to black, to contemplate suicide before being killed by this abomination of flesh. For once I‘m done with you Purgatory well feel like a Heaven made of sweet and honey.”

“Parting is such sweet sorrow, but I’m sure the blood that courses thought your body is an aphrodisiac for a maniac like us.” said Fade to Black with multiple voices, all from different ages and sexes. At this worlds the girl nearly flipped out in fear.

Not far away Mr. Bowie scanned Lynn before making a move. “If you come for them, you have no wrights to them. I adopted them legally while you abandon them, what sort of mother those that?”

“I don’t care if you have the pope in your back I want my kids!” she shouting at him enraged. Blind by her anger she threw the knife at him, but without even noise he shatter the blade in midair. Leaving nothing but silver dust and growing fear in her heart.