Skullgirls Eliza Novels & Stories

“You two were incredible,” Edmund said. I turned and found him offering me a flask “You especially, Eliza. You fight like a queen. Not a mere warrior.” I took the flask from him, grateful for the water. “Thanks,” I said, “It’s all muscle memory at this point.” “Oh, please,” Vivi cut in, throwing her arm around my shoulder. “Don’t let her fool you. Eliza has been given awards by the Lycan King himself for fighting in the war. Did I mention she was Captain of the most powerful team in the war?”

“I do remember one thing.” My head tilted. “What is it?” “There were others,” she said softly. “I’m not the only one.” Eliza’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?” “There was a time I woke up and I saw them… all around me. Tubes. Rows. Columns. So many. I don’t know if they were alive or not.” She shook her head, as if trying to erase the memory. “But they were there.” Eliza covered her mouth, stunned. “I always thought the Skull Syndicate was just a rumor… stories people made up.”

Eliza beamed at me and rushed to the wedding planners, her gown billowing around her. Eliza was diagnosed with cancer over six months ago and before that, she was really pretty. She had long chestnut brown hair which reached till her waist and had curls in the end which bounced whenever she walked gracefully. Thick eyebrows, slender nose and plump lips with a glistening tan that made her look like some magnificent goddess under the luminous sun. She was pretty now too, but significantly less. Her face was now caked with makeup to mask all those signs of weakness evident on her face and she wore different styled wigs to cover her shaved head. I was never pretty so I had nothing much to lose i

Ellie replied, her voice slightly exasperated at the insinuation she wasn't trying to figure it out. "He is an oracle, but you are not. You are one of the chosen, your gift does not work like his. Come here, Elizabeth, let me show you," the woman replied as she reached out with one hand to touch Ellie's head. Her mind was filled with pictures and sounds, flitting by like a movie except the images were moving so fast Ellie would never be able to focus on each individual flashback. It was like looking at a scrapbook in fast forward, never able to see the people in the photos. Finally, an image stopped in front of her eyes.

"So do I, for different reasons. William Morgan is a monster who has hurt many people, including me." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a partially healed scar on her forearm. "This is from when he tried to drown me in Silverlake. There are other scars you cannot see." Slayer's expression remained hard, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features. "You want to kill him," Eliza continued. "I understand that desire. But let me ask you this: if you were to attack him directly, what would happen?" "I would end his miserable life," Slayer snarled.

“That’s not true! That’s not true!” “Everything would've been easier if I had waited a little more, but, you know? I was impatient just waiting! In the end, you end up being useful to me! From now on, having the power you have in the new penitentiary center you’ll do whatever I ask you to do! Understood?” “No! That’s not true! You’re crazy! Eliza wasn’t my sister! I was no one! I was just Isela… Isela… Isela!” Now she was indeed acting like a crazy. It was too much for her.

Skylar takes a deep breath and says, “That’s okay Scar, why don’t you and your new friend come join us later?” “Sure…” Elizabeth frowns and takes a deep breath as she looks at the female who spoke, she shakes her head as another soft female voice seeps into her head and whispers, “She is a Succubus… Very rare and very powerful…” --------- Elizabeth I frown even more at the sound of the female in her head as it isn’t Clara but it was a voice that I have heard before. Not paying attention to the others around me, I concentrate on the other female inside her head and whisper,

Shane asked if they’d encountered any other sort of monsters we needed to know about when they were in Wallachia, and Christian said, “Sirens.” “You mean like Eliza?” Elliott asked, sitting up straight in his chair. Eliza was kicked off of the KC team before I joined it, but she was the one on the bridge in Philly who was ready to shoot Giovani even though he threatened to kill me if she didn’t put her weapon down. I couldn’t imagine encountering anyone as heartless as her, even in the form of a Vampire. But I also wasn’t quite sure what Elliott was getting at. I knew what a siren was from mythology. Is that what Eliza was?

After checking my bruised body, I donned the gown I had found outside my bedroom. I knew it was what Vercel had prepared for me. It was an elegant white gown made of silk, hugging my neck and arms conservatively. Yet it accentuated every curve of my body, with a subtle peek of my legs revealed whenever I walked, thanks to the gown’s slit. The dress flowed all the way to the ground. After applying some powder and lipstick and brushing my hair—thank goodness it was healthy, so I didn’t have to stress about styling—I let it fall freely down my back. Then I slipped on a pair of earrings.