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Although her arms were trapped, Korraz was far from defenseless. As the scythe came down and glanced off the metallic mask obscuring her visage and cut the flesh of her nose, her head tilted upwards and her jaws clamped down on Diabolus' arms. His gloating became concerned grunts as powerful jaws and sharp fangs slammed onto his arms, copious amounts of blood spilling from the numerous gouges carved by Korraz's teeth. Her jaws came dangerously close to breaking and severing his arms off entirely, many of the Borskall's fangs cutting through important nerves and arteries, tendons and ligaments alike wrenched like paper. Not only was he being bitten into mulch, he was being stuck like that by the long tusks jutting from Korraz's lower jaw.

Hod, having recovered from the previous attack on his feathery person, flew over Diabolus' head, distracting him with vicious pecks and clawing. His concentration broken by bird and bite, Korraz's arms were freed from their otherworldly traps. One of her liberated arms snatched the scythe's handle, the other grabbing the warrior by the throat as her jaws still ensnared his arms in the most painful of organic beartraps, slowly applying some of her brute strength to bend his neck backwards. Unable to free himself when that likely meant losing both of his arms and somehow countering the giant's monstrous strength, Diaborus felt the vertebrae of his neck pop one after another in a sequence of horrible cracks. An equally grisly tearing noise came from his throat, whose flesh and inner workings split and snapped. Blood flowed from the new openings to join the blood of his arms pooling on the floor, much of it drenching Korraz as well.

Feet leaving the ground as Korraz stood up, gravity pulling him further down onto her teeth, the horned foe was held like a dog's chew toy - and treated as such, the giant shaking her head to tear his flesh further as she lumbered further into the corridor. She counted on the loss of blood to incapacitate him, however long that would be.

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"I do not think so."

Without even turning to face her opponent, Glaxion swung her hammer to her side, a shroud of ice swirling around and trailing after the weapon. The hammer slammed the extended maw into the wall opposing her, embedding it in a deep dent with a frosty shockwave. Electricity from cut wires doused the thing, shocking its malformed flesh. The ice struck it in turn, pinning it where it was. Crystalline shards pierced through the bizarre amalgamation's body as the ice began to expand - its blood froze as well, creating icy spikes of its own as it froze over. The burns felt no better with the cold, the sub-zero temperatures constricting the blood vessels and damaging the tissue further. Fire extinguishers from above began to blast the beast with water when smoke reached their sensors.

Exactly the worst thing to happen while it faced a waterbender.

Sneering, Glaxion extended her mind and froze the water showering the malformed Mal'ahk. Where it was once doused with mere water, it was now hammered by hail, icicles spearing its form in uncountable punctures. Blood flowed in black rivers from the numerous wounds, reaching the horned warrior's feet as she struck out with her hammer once more. The blunt edge impacted one of the limbs trying to grab her, completely crushing its hand and wrist. Its gruesomely fractured fingers, skewered by their own shattered bones, writhed like torn worms in pain.

Body temperature quickly dropping with the cold's expanse, the creature's movements became sluggish. Of course, Glaxion was not going to present it any mercy. With her waterbending, she froze the puddle of water growing beneath the beast and turned it into a bed of spikes, frozen spears violently jutting from it to impale the beast from below!
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Cider's ears pressed up against her crystalline head. She did not like the sound of that voice. One bit.

"Hey uhh, can we g-"

"Cease, Cider. We are on this mission now. You decided to join. You're not backing out now."

Xpveinees swiveled her pointy head to look at O'nugulao. "Ой, это было немного жестковато."

"We have a mission to fulfill. I will see it to completion. We will get our Quatheral residents back." O'nugulao looked over at Nusetra, giving her a cold stare. "I promised Mother that. You wouldn't want to disappoint Mommy, would you Xpveinees?"

O'nugulao's words struck Xpveinees like a gunshot. That's all she wanted to impress. Quatheral... She would see it through. No matter the cost. Get everyone back to Quatheral. That was the end goal. She gripped her spear tightly. "Да."
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Boore pressed his little nubs for hands against his own head. The poor man! He was badly injured! This Goku man needed good care at once! Doing what he knew best, Boore rubbed his hands together, and went in for another hug against Goku's muscular arm. "It's okay buddy! I got chu'!"

However, Jake pulled Goku away, and put him in some sort of pocket thing that Boore didn't quite understand.

Booled was instead focusing on something above them. There was a new ominous light coming from within them, twisting it into some sort of horrific painting. Booled turned to Owlzarus, still speaking in their unenthused tone. "Our time is quickly running short. Unless we want to be scattered about with no chance of coming back to our normal lives."
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Drillgore grinned coldly at the Colossal Despot, antcipation building up. Oh, so there were four? That was more than he was expecting. Then again, Tengri had reputation of failing basic security aboard his own main vessel. A pity too. Drillgore saw more potential coming from with this ship. But that would have to wait for another time. He had business to attend to. A large scythe like tendril slid it's out of his own back, preparing to impale one of the canisters to gain a bit more power for his upcoming battle.

That was until the vessel started to shake. Before Drillgore even responded, the Colossal Despot spoke. It didn't take long to figure out was going on. Another firing from the Machine of Unmaking. And it seemed like Raspaganje would finally be released. Truly splendid. Now, Drillgore hoped this leader would be one of his word. Drillgore doubted it however. His executions of trying to convert others to join his side were sloppy at best. It left sort of a bad taste in his mouth. Nonetheless, Drillgore still agreed to the terms, even if he didn't truly think he would defeat the Ninja's or their allies.

But enough dwelling on the past, he had to meet some intruders. His back tendril cleaved into the large canister, a rainbow fluid creeped up his tentacle, soon getting absorbed into his skin like a sponge. The canister creaked and groaned, soon letting out a small buzzing noise, indicating that the container was drained of all the fluid. A cold chill went up Drillgore's body, feeling another power surge coming along. He began to scan for any life forms that were nearby, and just like the despot said, there were two of the same nearby, another large entity breaking through the ship as he was searching, something near the Machine of Unmaking was held..

However, he actually recognized the duo, and that's what intrigued him the most. Daeva again... But two of her? A low chuckle escaped in his mind, allowing the Colossal Despot to hear. Ohhh, now that wasn't one of her abilities. He knew of that. That was Evron's power. Now what was going on?

"Thank you for the information. Have a good day."

As the servitors began to carry the remaining 35 containers to the lab, the maniac Quatheral started to spin his drill. beginning to dig his way to his new targets..
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The Daeva running down the hallway suddenly felt another presence watching her from behind. No matter how much she looked around though, she couldn't find the hidden observer. The walls that surrounded her seemed different. Physically, they were still the same, garb looing walls before. But now there was something strangely. Alive about them now? Even more so than before if that made any sense. Everything around her was watching her every move, but without any eyes. As she continued to bolt down, the more she felt herself being deafened. No. That wasn't quite right? Was it? She started to hear sounds of liquids rushing through her own body, the sounds of far away beeping, but she could barley hear her own footsteps.

The lights started to flicker around her, only one at a time at first. But soon every light in the hallway started to flicker, making it hard to even see straight. The lights continued to flicker in and out as she moved forward. Just as her eyes got used to it, every light went out at once. Fray disguised as Daeva could swear she could her own heart thumping a bit. It was then that familiar, cold voice returned to greet her.

"Why, welcome back onto this vessel, Daeva. It's been a real long time since I've seen you."

Drillgore's damn voice. Behind Daeva, the red glow of Drillgore's eyes and smile were seen far down the hallway, providing the only source of light.

"Now... What brings you back here, hrm?"

The lights in the hallway suddenly flicked back on, only to turn back off, with Drillgore now being slightly closer.

"I know there's two of you aboard... You aren't going to fool me for long."

Fray could feel like Drillgore was searching through her own soul, but it still seemed he didn't pick up on her little plan yet, or who she really was.

Another flash of light, and then darkness again. Drillgore was now only 20 feet away from her. She could see partly more of his ghastly image due to his red glow. His face was still the same as she had seen before, but as her eyes traveled down his neck, she just barley saw a face imbedded in his skin. It was hard to tell what it was, but once she saw the features, she couldn't unsee it. It was Dante's, attached like it was sewn on.

"Now, while I do find tor-orturing you f-f-fun, I do have other matters to attend to." Drillgore's voice started to sound a bit more excited. She saw a shimmer of light coming from the right side of Drillgore. Like a lightning strike, several Red Diamond Shuriken's pierced into Fray's body, one of them even going completely through her left arm.

"Like killing those Quatheral beings over and over again. Oh! Maybe I can even visit your Homeworld again! Watching Danate cry again as he mourns the loss of his people." Drillgore let out another chuckle as the lights he had been producing suddenly ceased, leaving Fray in the dark. Something big and metallic struck her on the side of her face, nearly causing the helmet she was wearing to completely break apart and shatter. The sound of various drills winding up filled her head, and were starting to close in on her..

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Mitsif's eyes widened at Molly's action, pressing the big red button. Was this girl stupid!? While, yes, she was tampering with the controls, she obviously avoided the big red button because it probably would've activated something big and dangerous. AND LOOK WHAT WAS GOING ON!! Clutching the side of her face for a moment, she tried to regain her composure, and tried to tap the red button over and over again, hopefully trying to stop what was going on. It was all for naught though, as the room started to glow a golden hue. She heard that one voice again, the one that annoyed her earlier. This time it was different however, there was more confidence in this, like THEY were the ones being outwitted. To be honest, it scared Mitsif a little. Okay, a lot. She had no idea what her and Molly had truly done. But it was something BAD.

The light was so blinding that Mitsif had to turn away from it just to see properly. She shook her fist at Molly, angered at what she caused. Well, it was a combined effort, wasn't it? Probably. She had to blame herself too.. She didn't think it would be THIS bad! But... Er.. maybe they could escape! Yeah yeah! Maybe! Her arms stretched out a bit, grabbing hold of her hand. With narrowed eyes, she looked around the room to try and find an escape. To their luck, it seemed like there was!

With a child-like giggle, Molly began to lead her towards the escape, hopefully to find a way out of this ship as fast as possible.
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"Was anyone hit by shrapnel?" Alex asked the gathered fey, rolling up his tunic sleeves. He gestured at Gull, who- as always- loomed behind him. "We can help pull what's safe to reach out."

The pale varul began retrieving several long, highly polished wooden utensils from a pocket sewn into the chest of her overdress. The ends features crooks or hooks, likely meant to pull out foreign bodies from tissue.

"Think you can tell some stories while we work, Risel?" Alex asks the winged woman, speaking quietly. "It... won't be painless. Having something to focus on helps. Though... there are two of us, aren't there?"

The young man twisted around. "Um... Tenkarus? Would you like to help us?"

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Dea's body shambled forward like a puppet, the grim head atop it snarling hatefully at Dante. As the monstrosity lurched towards the ninja, its limbs began to stretch and contort, transforming the petite woman's body into something long and spidery and wrong. Black veins appeared under tan skin, each tipped by a scalpel one atom wide, letting them swim through the indestructible cells. This puppet's strings were not above it, but weaved throughout it, controlling its movements from the inside.

Bug smiled grimly at Dante from atop Dea's body, its new throne. One of 'her' arms reached forward and was carved away from the inside, the skin peeled back to reveal naked muscle. A javelin of bone emerged from the bloody folds, and two black appendages wrapped it with muscle fibers capable of busting a bunker. The ivory missile was pulled back, putting it under immense tension, a crossbow of flesh and bone.

With a howling roar, Bug fired upon Dante, but it was not a direct shot. Instead, a portal of golden lightning appeared before it, swallowing it whole and spitting it out directly to Dante's right...!

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If Fray's head sung with pain after the heavy blow, then her arm positively screeched with it. But pain was not something she was unfamiliar with. Before Fraybug had split into Bug and Fray, she had actually quite liked pain. Not just inflicting it, but feeling it too. So it did not take her long to adjust to it and formulate a plan.

The other Fray, which had arrived to the top of the ship only to find the second Molly had disappeared, likely always a lie, returned with a crack of golden lightning. The Fray trapped between the hungering drills closed her eyes tight before converting every cell into her body into water and energy, self-destructing with a burst of steam and a flash of light.

"How do you like my improved afterimage technique, Drillbo?" she asked in Daeva's voice, slipping behind her psychotic assailant and flicking the back of his head. She navigated by scent, not sight. Drillgore stank of a fear and suffering in a way that reminded her of her old self, and of Bug. She did not like it, but reaching Molly was more important. "And here's the thing, brain genius: moving faster than light means I need a way to see without it. Does that compute with you, vanilla-chocolate swirl?"

Preserving her Daeva act, Fray stepped back and folded her arms carelessly behind her head. "Look, Drillbo, I also have better stuff to do, so how about we call a truce and part ways from now? I'll kick your ass later."

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The pain Demmy felt lanced through her entire body. The Demon Lord's one good eye widened in disbelief as she forcibly reformed into her human frame, blackened blood dripping from where the bony dagger had stabbed into her side. How... How had this bitch... Who was this bitch?!

She felt it, something far more alarming than her current pained state. Molly vitals, her life force... It was spiking, no, plummeting! Something had happened to her, And this bitch was in the way!

"Get the fuck out of my way!" Demmy snarled as her eye tentacles ignited in a crimson hue. Netheral energy fired from them and into the approaching form, and struck her head on. The beams burned and sizzled at her flesh, and sent her flying backwards into a wall of the ship, where metal twisted and melted from the heat....

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The path Mitsif tried to take suddenly closed before her eyes as blackened roots erupted out of the floor. They pulsated and throbbed, and alien eyes stared down at the Quatheral, as Ananke's voice chuckled from behind her.

"Now now, who said you get to ignore me and leave?" The spider being moved forward, over the limp body of Molly. She stepped on the girl's hand, and the sound of bone crunching echoed through the room. Molly screamed as her hand was crushed, but Ananke ignored it. As she approached the Quatheral, the spider woman's frame molded and shifted in appearance, with two crystalline like wings out of her back, and a mixture of violet and deep green eyes that stared down at Mitsif. Long blonde hair flowed down her back, and her form became like that of a human, yet not at the same time. Where once Ananke stood, instead was someone else, a nightmare Molly knew only too well as darkness clouded her vision. The Lifemother's screams for help, for her to hang in there, dimmed out further and further.

"There is no escape, Quatheral." Miyoshi purred as her jagged right hand flexed. "Your kind were among the most annoying in my demise, you will meet the same fate as everyone else in Raspaganje's revival. The same fate as the damned Heart, no, the harlot who masquerades as the Heart, the same fate as that wretched Korraz and her ilk, and everyone else who robbed me and my people of what we deserve! You'll die in hellfire, in the destruction of this reality, of the collapse of everything into a single unchanging reality!"

She extended her left arm forward, and her hand morphed into the form of a golden dragon's maw, which threatened to engulf Mitsif.

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Where did she... go wrong? How had... this happened?

Molly felt her body curl into itself. She couldn't see, she could barely feel anything but her own life slowly ebb away. She couldn't feel her left hand. It hurt simply to breath. She felt so cold, so cold and weak.

Was this... Was this how her fate was always to be? A victim of Miyoshi, no matter what? When Demmy and Mulek had freed her from the fairy queen before, she hadn't realized it. Mulek had wiped her memories of what Miyoshi had done to her, and everything had seemed so bright. Everything would be alright, she had told herself so many times. Sutekh would be defeated, as would Tengri and Persephone, and everything would be alright. She would be with her mother again, with Heather and Doris and Demmy and Nichelle and Delilah. She would get to see Cuillin and Ful, and live a simple, peaceful, normal life.

How foolish of her, to believe that. Miyoshi had returned those memories to her, and she had watched as Doris had been murdered before her very eyes. She had been kidnapped by Tengri's agents, and told of what had really happened to her world, of how that battle between Sutekh and Dante had wiped everything clean. Miyoshi hadn't perished at Dante's hands, but had somehow returned. The button she had pressed... Was the Machine of Awakening...And now... she would die, alone, with none of her friends or family here to support her. Die, at the hands of Miyoshi, of the person who had taken from her so much and ruined her.

Perhaps Miyoshi was correct... There was no justice in this world... No good in it... Only suffering, only misery... Only...

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Tenkarus, who had been standing off to the side with a bemused expression, jumped at Alex's request. "I-I suppose I can lend a hand. I know a thing or two about treating wounds... Not that it's hard to know of course."

She moved up to where the others were, and Risel nodded at Alex's request. "I know stories, I know some! Stories Zeye and Salome recorded, many from a far off land. Like the take of the heroes who returned the Dragon's Spring from the Dwarves, or those who slew the fell serpent Torvus, or of the brave heroes who stood up against the Dread Witch and collected the sacred stones to stop her nefarious schemes."

There were fey who nodded at Alex as well, and moved over to him to show their wounds. Rocks, debris, wood, metal, and other foreign bodies had punctured through their arms and chests and embedded into them. A ways off, Mara was continuing to do what she could for those who came to her, as she covered their burns marks in water, then in mud to alleviate the pain and restore the skin and flesh beneath...

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All through the city of Sheol, its inhabitants could not ignore the events that occurred at the Palace of Shadows. Tens of thousands of inhabitants, be they soldiers or civilians, stood and watched as the skies above the palace crackled and sparked in a display of power and brilliance. Lightning flashed from high above and struck the insides of the barrier that surrounded the city. beams of divine energy and fell power clashed and collided with one another. Never had any of them seen such a thing before, on such a scale.

Among those who watched, was Minerva. The Archangel of War was a silent witness of the powers that had manifested at the palace, and they shook her to her core. She knew far too well what lurked within the heart of Persephone, the evil menace that only grew in power as time went on. She sensed the NInjas were there as well, and one of the gods along with them. She dared not make her move, not anymore. Were it any of those present, perhaps she would have, but so many in one place, clashing against each other... Even with the power she had been blessed with thanks to Drillgore's machinations, fear in her was too great. Was this... Was this cowardice from Cercil? Or was this her own fear, fear of her own past? Of what she knew was about to come...

Beside her, Proditor pointed to the heavens. "Look, the sky itself cracks and heaves! Has the Machine of Unmaking fired once more?!"

Minerva nodded as she saw the sky splinter and tear open. No one else seemed to notice, no one but her and Proditor, for only knew knew the true meaning of what this was.

"Proditor... We will watch and observe for now."

"But, Tengri-"

"Forget what Tengri wants... He's no longer the one pulling the strings, or rather he never was." She began to step back, into a vacated building. "If all goes well, they'll destroy each other, or be so weakened I can swoop in..."

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The missiles swarmed the twins, and right as they held their hands together, they were consumed in a sea of explosions, of concentrated heat and plasma strong enough to vaporize a skyscraper. As the dust settled, however, it was clear they had survived, a barrier that had formed around both of them, and yet cracked from the forces at work. The barrier lowered, and both held their arms forward once more.

"There is no need for one so vulgar in the presence of Mother."

"Now fall, and perish."

The debris that surrounded Erebus rose into the air, and before Nyx's eyes, began to morph and twist into sharpened spears and lances. With a flick of their wrists, the conjured weapons rained down upon Erebus, aiming for the joints of the machine...

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It was said that legends were mostly fictitious by design. Every repeat of the tale would grow more and more grand until they barely resembled what they once originally were.

Yet, there were times when legends would fall woefully short of their descriptions. Stories from ages past that would undersell the hero of the story.

But then again, no one alive would be able to tell the difference. Not always, at least.

One such legend was of the undying Death Knight, Minos. Legends spoke of how she had assailed Heaven itself and tore the divine city of the Creator asunder during a civil war between Sasriel and Cercil. Legend spoke of how no matter what was thrown at her, of what weapons pierced her body, she could not be felled, of how it took the sacrifice of one angel just to slow her down enough for Cercil to seal her away. It was a legend that all in Sheol, all in Hudai, knew by heart, and it was as such that all feared Minos, Persephone's most powerful enforcer. Never once did a word leave from her mouth, never once did she speak, yet all knew or why she was there, and of the powers she held...

But not of all of her powers. For the true secret of her immortality was something only a select few were aware of, and a weakness fewer still could exploit.

And that was her head. The rest of her body was merely a puppet, an extension of her being. Her skull contained within her heart as well as her brain, as one organ, and her pain receptors. None else existed elsewhere in her body, so no matter the damage taken, no matter the injuries, so long as none targeted the skull, Minos was immortal.

Within the halls of the Palace of Shadows, that very head had broken out of its healing chamber from the impact of war above. Long thin tendrils helped carry her head across the ground like an eldritch octopus, in search of a new vessel. Her old body had been destroyed in an attempt to wipe out Bug once and for all... yet she could sense Bug was still alive, the intruder that wanted Persephone lived, and there were other threats with her.. This could not stand.

Finally, a body was found. A dead Gyu Oni, no doubt one of Bug's earlier victims. One of the tentacles raised up, and sliced down upon the neck, cleaving the head off. It was then that the tentacles dug around the spine and wormed their way in. Minos's head attached itself upon the body of the Gyu Oni, and as it did, the body itself began to change. Bones cracked and splintered as the body of the pig demon slimmed and altered. Armor melted away and was replaced with her usual clothing. Before long, Minos was all but restored.

She craned her head upward, toward the ceiling. Persephone was in danger...

What Minos was unaware of, was she had already been beaten to the punch. Another recovering weapon of Persephone's had already recovered, and had made its way to the battle above...

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The angel's gift was a blessing for Nichelle. The crippling pain she had felt, the weakness she had experienced before Persephone, it all began to melt away. She felt her strength be rejuvenated, the hideous wounds that Persephone had afflicted on her melt away. And at the same time, her body began to compress slightly. She grew a little shorter, her hair more vividly red, and the armor that adorned her turned into a cloak and hood pale black in color. She rose to her feet, and looked over at the angel. This... This was Dante's Angel. The one who had helped her.

"Thank you." She said to it. "I can fi-"

The front of the Palace of Shadows rumbled as ice and metal flew in all directions and a plume of netheral power billowed upward as a crimson darkened hue. Nichelle turned to brace herself as Persephone roared into her like a rocket, her Feldite blade clashed once more against Nichelle's own blades.

CLANG!

This time, Nichelle was able to hold her ground, but Persephone's twisted face was right before her. The unholy aura that had surrounded her had coalesced into merely being around her exposed half of her face, which shrouded all but the eight burning eyes that stared back at her. Yet, she saw Persephone's expression harden, and the Ruler of Sheol's mouth twist into a hellish snarl.

"Those eyes... That body.... HOW DARE YOU... YOU IMPERFECT CLONE OF HER! HOW DARE YOU MOCK HER VISAGE!"

Nichelle had only enough time to kick away from Persephone as the Feldite blade ignited once more. The Lord of Sheol chased her, but each swing she tried to make, Nichelle was able to only barely evade it. She could see Persephone's moves now, she could follow her more easily, but even with her power amplified, Persephone was still faster than her, stronger than her, and far more relentless. Persephone stabbed her blade forward, but Nichelle twisted her body so it barely grazed past her, and tried to stab her own blades at Persephone. The Lord of Sheol ducked low, and raised her knee up into Nichelle's exposed stomach. Ribs cracked from the impact, and Nichelle felt herself be raised off the ground. The diminutive despot arched her blade back, and swung it at full force, and the very same wave of destruction that had consumed Abaddon's fleet blasted upward toward Nichelle. She couldn't dodge it from where she was, her only choice was to take it head on...

And that she did. Her own blades ignited into a flaming inferno, and with all of her might, Nichelle swung them down into the oncoming blast. The twin energies collided, and with every ounce of power Nichelle could muster, she was only able to deflect the incoming apocryphal wave of destruction just away from her, straight upward, toward the cracking and ruined sky above...



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That moment of hesitation from Yzazil, as he looked upon the changes in the sky and the approaching unsealed evil, was a fatal mistake on his part.

The sneak attack Evron had put her into was slowly but surely wearing thin on Aram. Her head was starting to split from the headache all of these portals were giving her. And it left her open to Yzazil's incoming strike. How crude and annoying, that she could never simply fight one foe at a time. At least Crigan had that sense to him, unlike these here.

This time, she could commit to it.

As her body was sent flying in all possible directions, she suddenly stopped, in the dead center of the portals. Both eyes of the Supreme God stared dead on at Yzazil, at the divine sword he had created. He froze before her, his eyes scanning upward.

She grinned. Just what she needed.

In that moment, she sent her energy out in every possible direction around her, a flood of divine power and light that flew into every single portal at once. As they were all linked together, they could only hold so much energy, and in that moment, they shattered and exploded outward. That brought Yzazil's attention back to Aram, but it was too late. The Supreme God was in Evron's face, and a hand reached forth and grabbed the Ninja by the skull. Pure light energy and fire burned into Evron's face, yet Aram wasn't finished. As Yzazil began to swing the blade down at her, Aram's smile only grew wider, and she swung Evron up into the path of the blade, propelled into it by beams of energy that poured into him....

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Behind the angel of Dante, a molten form rose from a hole in the ceiling. It looked like Nichelle's current form, but there were no eyes, instead pulsating glowing sacs. The strange humanoid, Project Titan, leaped at the angel, in an attempt to melt it down beneath her...

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The chosen time was drawing near.

So close were things coming to fruition for Chang'e. For so long had the seeds of her plan been planted and nurtured, so long had she waited, taking up one guise over another to ensure everything would be in her favor. So long and hard had she worked, cultivating Persephone just perfectly into the exact tool she needed. So many rivals and enemies of the Lord of Sheol had fallen before Persephone's powers, so many former allies thrown to the wayside or quietly snuffed out to ensure they wouldn't complicate plans. Asphagel, Voti, Proteus, Charybdis, the Crigan and Temprana of this world, Cercil and the denizens of Makai, and now Sutekh and Craefr had all fallen before Persephone. And it looked to be as if more victims would be added in. The final sacrifices to the plan that would unfold. It put a smile on Chang'es face, as she bore witness to the chaos that tore through the Palace of Shadows.

And yet, another threat had emerged, one sooner than she had hoped. At first, the name had escaped her when she had seen its influence in the memories of Cercil, the entity that had fought against her and Dante in Makai. Then, its lingering presence had nearly thrown her plans out of order by prematurely inciting Father into a murderous rage. And now, that threat had fully manifested, a being even she could sense had gained so much power within the realm between space and time that it alone was the sole true threat to her plans now.

Raspaganje.

The normally proud and flamboyant Chang'e could only watch on from the shadows of the Tower, with the Solamith that had once been Heather loyally standing beside her. A deep thought in the mind of the mastermind knew it was a futile effort to hide, but it made her feel ever so slightly better. At the very least, she could try and keep herself out of the immediate attention of the freed Fallen God. For all of the power she had gained over the eons and across timelines, she sensed Raspaganje held just as much, if not more than she did. What could stop him from sealing her away, or finding a way around her immortality? As painful as it would be to lose the piece she had spent so long cultivating up, she could not help Persephone, not in this case. She could always try again if Persephone were to fall, if Father within her were to fall.. But if she herself were to perish, then everything would have been for naught.

Chang'es body shuddered, her nails digging into the obsidian rocks of the window sill. No, if Raspaganje were to win... She wouldn't get a second chance no matter what! Their goals were the same, and if Raspaganje won... Her plans could not continue so long as the Fallen God existed. And yet, how to dispose of him... or seal him away yet again? The Machine of Unmaking had broken his prison, and now he was free to do as he desired.

She had been too careless, too narrow minded in her approach. Her attention had been on the Ninjas and on Persephone, and not on the larger looming threat until it was too late. If Father were to be restored now... It would a repeat of what she had observed against Tharizdun... The very outcome she sought to avoid! She cursed the name of the Fallen God and glared upward at the shattering sky. What was she to do now? If only there was a way... A way to put the genie back in the bottle, so to speak...

"Mother, so terrified of the crack in the sky? That's very unlike you, to actually be worried about something."

Chang'e didn't bother to turn her head to address the new voice, sweet and youthful though it sounded. "I don't recall allowing you to return to my side until your task is finished, Hutistrend. Do you mean to tell me you've already done just that?"

"Of course, Mother. All those fey that Titania tried to scatter to freedom, I have already recollected them all. Now I have all the feet needed for my shoe collection! So many worlds, so many annoyances and shitstains."

"And yet, you never rid yourself of that vulgar tongue or attitude." Chang'e gripped the ridge of her nose. "But, since you are back..."

"Let me guess, you need me to kill the fuck off huge dragon in the sky? Because you can't do so without killing yourself? For shame, Mother, so wasteful with your resources."

"Not as wasteful as you are with your pets... But yes..." Chang'e let a small smile etch across her face. "I cannot afford to make my presence known to our enemy, but yours is an enigma to him. Hutistrend, I have another mission for you, one far more dangerous than any I've sent to you before."

"So long as it isn't a boring snoozeshow." The voice behind her giggled. "I'm tired of all these limp dick assignments meant to waste time. Give me something exciting, like killing that big guy, or-"

A held up closed fist silenced the voice. " Trust me, this will be worth it for you. You'll get to satisfy your bloodlust along the way. Need I even tell you what you need to do?"

"No, not really. For such a self proclaimed actress and diva, you are a plain easy book to read, Mother." The voice went silent, and Chang'e felt the presence fade away. Internally, she let out a pained sigh. To think, she would have to rely on such a pain in this crucial moment...
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The stream of golden lightning was promptly blocked by Dante's massive wing, causing it to glance off at an upward angle and soar into the sky. In a blur, the Ninja Prime sent the disturbing marionette flying towards the palace from a kick to the face, where she then promptly tumbled through its entirety, and winded up on the other end of the structure.

Before Dante could attempt to strike down the bastardized superhuman, he sensed the unfathomable amalgamation of raw energy even before the light that came with it grew beyond its current luminance. And then, what only could be described as a complete and total deconstruction of sound from which it was created, shook the entire multiverse to its very foundation. The Ninja Prime peered up at the sky, only to bear witness to the fell god, the destroyer of realities...

"Raspaganje..." Dante murmured.

The power on display, its sheer magnitude of overwhelming fury... For the first time in a very long time, Dante was afraid.. Afraid, yet determined. He knew all too clearly the potential horrors of what could and were already unfolding, and how quickly they could get even worse if the end to this madness wasn't brought to fruition quickly. Thusly, his drive to do such a thing was greater than it'd had ever been, and possibly ever would be. Persephone was no longer the biggest threat, nor even the corrupted Heart, not compared to this. The multiverse was very truly in the greatest danger of its long existence.

With Nichelle now fully healed and empowered, the Celestial Angel focused its attention towards it companion. Dante felt its gaze on him, prompting the guardian to look towards it. The angel then nodded and sent him a mental note, a message: "The time draws near, the Core beckons."

Dante nodded silently, as he noticed a burning hot form that bore a striking resemblance to Nichelle, lunging towards the angel. Before Project Titan struck, it felt its entire body freeze up, where it was stuck suspended in mid air. The angel still had its back facing the creature, yet as it hung there, the divine being slowly turned to face it. It sat comfortably on its haunches and merely stared at the entity. It was clear that, although the angel didn't wish to hurt Project Titan, it would if the former continued.

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Evron struggled in Aram's grasp, the searing pain from her inflamed palm swiftly starting to wear thin. He sensed the incoming energy that was leaking from Yzazil's powerful blade, causing a muffled swear to cross his lips.

"Fuck! Looks like I'll have to eat this one!" Evron hissed.

In a snap, before the blade of his own ally could strike, Aram was blindsided by a clone of the tactful ninja that struck her wrist with his Neutron Saber to weaken her grasp. Then, an additional one behind the Supreme God used the negative gravity of his own sabers to forcibly drag her backwards to him, before changing the pull to a push, and sending her flying from whence she came with a horizontal slash. Evron was promptly released from Aram's hold and fell to his back. Quickly, he did a hasty backflip to wind up on his feet, and shot his doppelgangers both a thumbs up. Afterwards, Evron focused on Aram and calculated her current trajectory, so he could then, with but a snap of his fingers, accurately place a trap right in front of her. The ground before the woman erupted in a tower of bedrock and precious metals, and what sprouted forth could only be described as a gunmetal grey beartrap that was the size of a city bus, supported below by a long, steel neck. The maw of the brutalist trap spread wide, as it awaited to split Aram in half...

With her hopefully held up for the time being, Evron turned and walked over to where Yzazil was. He gave him a wordless nod and glanced at Dante whom stood a few yards away now. Evron shook his head, "I'd say Em's got his person taken care of." He turned to Yzazil, "I'm helping you kill this disgraceful bitch, whether you like it or not, magistrate."

In the heat of the moment, literally, Evron didn't even have time to notice the truly gargantuan entity that hung in the air like a dark cloud. The nigh limitless amounts of fell power nearly floored him.

"Dante, what the hell is going on?! Who is the giant fuck you dragon hanging in the sky?!" He exclaimed more than he really asked.

"That... Is Raspaganje." Dante replied ominously.

Evron remained silent whilst he stared smugly at the great dragon. "Huh, he's a pompous asshole, isn't he?"

"Evron... This is serious. Persephone, the Heart, Aram, Tengri... None of them are as big of a threat to the very thread of existence as he is. Only one person ever came close. One." Dante peered at his brother over Dea, his eyes stating all. Evron noted the intensity within them, and the weight behind Dante's words. His bit his tongue and yielded with a single nod.

"Okay... So, what do we do?"

Dante looked towards the forms of Nichelle, Yzazil, and the war machine, Erebus in contemplation. "We fall back and gather as many of us as we possibly can, and come up with a plan to stop Raspaganje, before he can do even more damage than he already has."

"Roger that, the sooner we can finish up here, the better." Evron turned once more to Yzazil, and readied his swords for battle. "I'll be as annoying as possible to keep her off of you, while you hit her ass hard, deal? If we can keep up the pressure, I think we should have this."
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Ubel floated in the void of space, bruised and battered. Chunks of his armor were missing, one tip of his crest broken off, and pieces of his once red and gold clad suit were now seared black from the heat, and dented heavily. Tengri had done a number on him, but he couldn't yield; Molly was still in danger, as was an even more pressing matter, that being the multiverse at large. This was made even doubly so when Ubel peeled his eyes open and was instantly blinded by an intense white light. And then came the roar... That horrific noise that transcended entire realms and universes, shaking reality to its very core. The guardian shook the deliriousness from his mind and righted himself, just in time to lay witness to the possible end of reality. His eyes grew wide as they transfixed themselves on the fell black star. Was this...

"Tengri... What did you do?" He gasped in utter disbelief.

And, to speak of the tyrant himself, the disgraced King of Kings bellowed an enraged war cry at Ubel, swearing his death in cold blood as he aimed his mighty lance right at the ninja's heart! To Tengri, the young guardian was his infernal rival, the bane of his existence, the person whom disrespected his title as king of all many moons ago. This was a battle of vengeance to Tengri, a two-person war for supremacy, to prove to Ubel through blood that he was indeed superior. And now... After having lost nigh everything that he'd worked so hard for, even his vaunted title... He would make absolutely certain that his rival would share the cold mattress of death with him

But, to Ubel, Tengri was but another despot, one more tyrant in the sea of those that have already fallen to him. He was never a rival, an arch nemesis; Tengri was a problem child that needed dealing with. After all the problems he caused, all of the destruction that he wrought to stroke his own twisted ego, erasing the lives of millions, and endangering countless more... Ubel possessed not a single merciful bone in his body towards the mad god. As Tengri surged at him, the ninja struck him down with a dark glare. He knew of only a single word to aptly apply to his opponent at this stage: Kill. Tengri hurled his lance at Ubel with all his strength, but the former was ready for him. Summoning his hammer forth, Ubel's eyes gleamed with overwhelming brilliance whilst his Ki all but exploded out all around him. It overwhelmed Tengri's own golden lightning in moments, making it look like nothing compared to his rival's full powered state. The violet cloud engulfed the King of Kings in his entirety, and as his staff neared ever closer to the big ninja, Ubel swung Soul Ravager with the force of which to annihilate a moon. In the blink of an eye, Tengri's lance shattered to pieces all around him, where they floated aimlessly in space. Ubel's leer never left his foe as he cast the hammer away. For but a moment, he just hovered in place to take in the utter disbelief awash on Tengri's azure face. He was finished. Ubel reached up and removed his helmet for the tyrant to have one final look, to see the face of the person whom would put him down. Now... He would witness the power of a real god.

"You fool..." Ubel muttered harshly through curled lips. He extended his dominant hand out to his side... And called upon the weapon that would slay the King of Kings, once and for all.

"... Hellsbane." He stated. The mythical weapon flew into his hand from a bright streak of lightning, and Ubel's fingers wrapped tightly around the handle. In one smooth motion, he brought it over his head, and swung in a downward arc upon Tengri, aiming to cut the head off the snake right then and there...

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As Aphrodite escorted her little Quatheral group deeper into the estate, she gave them a bit of a tour, pointing out various sculptures, paintings, rooms, displays, trinkets, etc. Then, and idea popped in her head, one very much inspired by Uquillious's love for children. Aphrodite grew excited at the prospect of showing both her, and the rest of her strange friends her pet project, and thusly led Cthelee and Co. towards the main infirmary.

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As they neared their destination, Manny spotted Aphrodite from the corner of his eye and lit up. Giving the group a friendly wave, he removed himself from his perch on the wall and headed over to greet them all.

"Well aren't you guys a sight for sore eyes!" He mused.

Aphrodite smiled big, "Hey, Manny, how's it going over here? How's everyone doing?"

"So far so good," Manny replied, crossing his arms, "not too many deaths or anything crazy, just a bunch of injured folks waiting to be treated."

"One life lost is too many, sadly." The love goddess sighed deeply. "How are Vale, Alexei, and Hayden doing?"

He nodded, "Good, no major injuries, just a little banged up. The doc gave them all some meds to help them sleep through the night."

Aphrodite allowed for a little smile to slip. "Good..." She then paused and frowned up. "I'm sorry that I haven't been here helping, I should've. With everything going on, I..."

Manny placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "You were helping, Dovey; you were helping keep all of us in here, and out there safe during all the craziness. That was just as, if not more important than you being cooped up in here with me."

She smiled once more, "Thanks, Manny."

"Don't mention it. Now, I'm guessing you folks are here to see the two little pipsqueaks I've got with me?"

"How'd you figure that?" Aphrodite snickered.

Manny winked, "It's my job." He mused before looking over his shoulder, "Hey, dynamic duo, your friends are here!"
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The little fluffy pony was busy with Markeyy, seeing who could jump higher to pass the boring wait. No matter what though, Markeyy seemed to always jump higher. Uquillious's lower lip puted slightly, giving a saddened look. "Awwww, why do you always jump higher than me? You're tiny! You're supposed to stay small!" She leaned down to her monkey companion, holding her hoof just right above his head, then to the floor. "It just doesn't make sense!"

Markeyy was about to retort, but the Aphrodite and the Quatheral group were suddenly in the room, and they didn't even notice! Uquillious's eyes lit up once she saw that Manny gestured the two over. The excitable young Quatheral galloped to the group, and gave Aphrodite a great big hug around her legs. 'Ooooh I missed you! Well kinda! Well it wasn't long, but I still did miss you! Are you looking for the kids too!?" She let go of her hug and moved up in front of her. She stood on her hind legs, then pointed at Manny with her forelegs. "Manny won't let us go see them thhhoough!!" She whined, even stomping her hooves a little, causing more of those squeaky sounds to come out. "I've been bored while waiting for Dae-VAAAAA!!" Uquillious suddenly lost her footing, landing on her rump.

With a groan, she rolled back over to her quadruped stance, wagging her tail. Does this mean we finally get to see them again. I really hope they're okay..

[Border]"I'M SURE THOSE NIGHT OWLS ARE DOING COMPLETLEY FINE! THEY WERE DOING REALLY WELL WHEN I WAS WITH THEM!"[/Border]

Cthelee let out a sigh of relief once he saw the two were still together. He was really worried that they were already snatched away. He gently rubbed Uquillious's backside, a gentle smile on his face.

Markeyy jumped up onto Fiotto's head, gaining a slight height increase. He twirled his striking rod and began to speak. "Glad t-"

"Sorry to inturrpt, but can you please get off my head? You've been walking on your feet, and I'd rather not prefer you spreading you feet germs on top my head.

Markeyy put a finger to his chin, and gave a cheeky smile to Fiotto, who couldn't even see it. "Hrrm, Nada!"

Fiotto let out a small groan of frustration, and tapped his foot impatiently. He looked over at Manny, taking a few seconds to decide to if he should make another batch of tea. With nothing else to do, he decided to go for it, prepping one for Manny.

[Border]"SO, YOU HAVE A PET PROJECT? I'M EXCITED TO SEE IT. I ALSO APPRECIATE THE TOUR. IT'S SO NICE TO SEE NEW PLACES. I'M SURE THE OTHER QUATHERAL MEMBERS BACK HOME WILL GIVE YOU JUST AS GOOD A TOUR! YAY!"[/Border]

Markeyy pointed his striking rod at Aphrodite, hoping that he wouldn't be interrupted this time. "Glad you're all together! We have no idea what can happen within a few minutes! Say, how old are you Aphrodite? Just asking for a friend!" The little creature beamed widely, ringing his bell a few times.
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The lights flickered once more, the lights of Drillgore's eyes and mouth growing strongly. Now this was most intriguing. Two new abilities in such a short amount of time. But also what she last said, lead him down a path. Her goal. Now what could she... Oh yes. That's right. Molly was here now, wasn't she? Ubel's little love interest. He scanned through any surveillance cameras the ship, and found the form of Molly on the ground, along with another entity. He had seen enough. It only confirmed what Daeva was here for.

The little pauses in Drillgore's posture twitched, his lower tendrils sticking to the walls. He continued to stare down his opponent, observing any signs of fault he could exploit.

"O-Ohhhh.. I see no-now..."

Drillgore, with sudden great burst of speed rammed into Fray, sending her tumbling down further the hallway. His voice changed that into Molly's, just slightly altered however, making her voice seemed slightly slowed down it seemed.

"You've c-coome to save her? Letting Ubel distract Tengri whils-hilst you s-sneak in?" A lowly chuckle echoed in Fray's mind. "Still, what were two of you doing here? Now what could that mean?"

Like a spider, his tendrils skittered down the hallway after Fray, his smile growing bigger.

"Why would I let you g-get to her? Drillgore suddenly halted, another copy of himself crawling out of his back. The copy quickly moved through the floor, making their way towards Molly. "When I could just kill her and make your mission unsuccessful? With another great burst of speed, one of his many tendrils formed into a crimson blade, and sliced deep into Fray's torso. Moving forward on his assault, another tendril wrapped around Fray's arms and slammed her through the ceiling.

Fray found herself in another bleak hallway, looking almost identical to the one she was in moments ago, except now the lights were back to normal. When she got back on her feet, she the transforming mass of Drillgore leaking through the now floor, sticking to the ceiling of the current room. Several tentacles creeped further down the hallway, moving along like snakes. More and more tendrils sprouted out of them all the sudden, wrapping around her legs and arms! They grew spikes around them, much like barbed wire, cutting through her armor and skin.

She then saw a flash of white from where Drillgore was, as now several mini drills were now heading her direction!
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This was the scariest moment ever in Mitsif's life. She felt weak. Her head was spinning, her feet were shaky. Things had gone from bad to worse so very quickly. Her way of escape was now gone. She physically cringed upon just hearing Molly's hand being crushed under the heel of their target. This wasn't some doofus like Tengri. This was a real threat. She looked at the new person's right hand, carefully backing up from her. She nearly tripped over herself.

What was just as worse was that she seemed to be talking about events she wasn't even apart of! She then saw the flick of Miyoshi's left hand, forming something similar to a dragon. Everything went by so fast. She quickly went into her invisible mode, quickly jumping to the left to avoid the attack. She landed on her face, but she didn't care for the slight pain now. She quickly began to scamper up the walls, trying to make this insane woman to get off her tail. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she would pass out.

As she was hanging from the ceiling, she looked down at the form of Molly, and felt a bit of guilt filling her. Poor girl. She didn't know what to do. Maybe she could attack back..? N-No! No no no no no no!! bad idea! Very bad idea! She was going to be a steaming pile of flesh if she went up against her! She could only escape for now. She scanned her eyes across the room, trying to search for another possible way out. To her luck it seemed, she found another vent, and was about to float towards it.

But then she felt another presence. Something familiar, but not at the same time. Something dark and twisted looming just overhead. She looked up at the ceiling, and noticed the dark metal was changing it's texture, changing something more skin like. Two glowing red eyes and a smile made their way through, and Mitsif opened her eyes even wider. It was Quatheral like, but also not! Something so very very wrong! She floated away from the approaching monster! She crossed her fingers that he didn't sense her. She wanted to live.. She wanted to live.. She wanted to live..

It seemed as if luck was in her favor, as the new apparition didn't take noticed. It flew down quickly, spinning a drill on his right arm, aiming it at Molly. The new being looked over at Miyoshi, nodding his head at her. "Greetings. Sorry that if I'm intruding, but we have to end this girl's life quickly." He returned his attention back to Molly, several large, blade-like tendrils sprouting from his back, looking like a twisted octopus. Then all at once, the drill and blades came crashing down towards Molly's flesh..
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Nonce had placed the Dragon Balls into a cart. With the chaos unfolding around him, this was the best possible way to keep them from rolling everywhere. Upon placing the final ball, the rift opened in the sky.

The small robot snarled. So, the bastard had managed to get through after all. That meant his wish was more needed than ever. He bounded through the halls, pushing past the regrouping pirates as he made his way in search of Hercules.
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"Well, I don't fancy that at all," Hercules said as he stared directly into Raspaganje. He raised his gun and fired a bolt at it, just as a test. This thing was so far out of range that it wasn't even worth watching.

The ship rumbled. Okay, reasonable enough given the circumstances. He addressed Immanuel and Mulek. "We should probably skedaddle on those Dragon Balls unless you so happen to have some other way of beating that thing."

The ship shook violently. Hercules stayed firmly in place but complained nonetheless. "Damn it all!"

A sound echoed through the ship, something reminiscent of Godzilla's only more warbled. Reminiscent of an elephant dialed up to 10,000. From a slightly further distance, loud and eerie chittering. "Well, looks like the big gal is a little upset too. Won't you look at that?"
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"Thanks for the extra boost, buddy!" Goku said. He went to continue but the sudden change in the sky immediately diverted his attention. Something so large, his barely conscious mind could only make out part of what he was saying. "W-what's that?"

"It's none of your business."

"Who---what's that?"

I am the thing which will end this reality. I am the inevitable, the new dawn, death to you and birth to more."

"No! I'll stop you!"

Jake shook his head. Goku seemed to think that who was addressing him was the thing in the sky. But, no, reality was now so torn that the Beast could communicate with the people around him. He had to be extremely careful now. It wasn't looking good for the multiverse, but if Black Velvet were to free itself then it was curtains. This Raspaganje, he had a plan. However in case it failed, he would rather Goku's existence perish amongst the people he loved.

"It's none of your business, Son Goku," Jake said. "You're half-dead and it's only because you don't use your power properly."

He spread his arms and a thin layer of energy formed around him from each appendage. He had to heed Owlzarus's warnings. Odds were that they'd end up in the dead of space. Someone with Goku's composition would die in seconds.

Jake passed through the portal, proving immediately to be correct. At least they touched base on solid ground. That solid ground being New Namek's moon which lacked an atmosphere. "I need help from somebody who knows what they're doing."

Jake kicked himself off the moon, spreading cracks all the way across its face with the sheer force. This gave him enough speed to rocket toward the planet in no time. The bubble around them didn't provide alone oxygen to Goku, but also prevented them from burning apart New Namek's atmosphere by merely entering it. Once they were mere centimeters away from the ground, Jake changed their direction and glided across the surface of the planet. Suddenly, a portal opened before him. He came to a sudden stop.

"Can you go a little easier?" Goku said. "I'm getting a headache."

Jake inspected the portal. Very curious. This form of sorcery didn't appear in Cluster Z. It resembled the kind used by Dana and Jackie Chan but was more advanced than what either had shown. Come to think of it, last he had seen the former she had been here...

He snorted. Clever girl. Evading the Earth's warriors and acquiring more skill along the way. To be fair, he could tell some kind of enchantment was being placed here. For one thing, Raspaganje wasn't visible here. The planet was still extremely peaceful. It was as if somebody was trying to make sure that its people had a relaxing existence. He couldn't help but admire that. Still, that meant the time could be running differently from before.

That gave him only enough time to hop through Dana's portal and deposit Goku at the Saiyan village and then grab her. So, he did.

Getting Dana was as simple as reaching through the portal she made after bolting back through. Dana yelped in surprise. "What's the big idea?!"

Then, they were back through Owlzarus's portal. Dana shoved Jake off before they landed and skidded to a stop. Jake landed behind her and evaded a pretty obvious incoming tail swipe. He then stepped down on it, curling his toes around the tip as he embedded his talons into the ground.

She swirled around and stopped. "Oh, uh, sorry."

Jake nodded. "You seem high strung. You should be." He pointed to the sky.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Wish I were."

Dana fell onto her rear. It was bad enough being suddenly snatched from the middle of her quest, but to stumble onto this? A beaten to hell stone chamber with a hole wide enough to see the red waterfall across some kind of rippling effect in the landscape. Above, a moon half intact and half blasted to pieces.

And, of course, a very huge monster.

She found that rising feeling, that same one that made her act out before. She clenched her fists tight, digging her claws deep enough into her palms as to breech their scales and draw blood. She unsheathed her scythe and began to paint symbols onto it.

Jake grabbed the scythe's handle. If the situation weren't so dire he would have smirked. "You're circling around the right idea here, sport. Gonna need to spin a bigger spell for this one."

"How big are we talking?"

"He means the one that sealed me away, Dana."

"Uh... is that...?"

"It is," Jake said. "Ever wonder how I did it?"

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"Could you help Gull then?" Alex requested after a warm smile. He glanced at where the large, pale varul kneeled by a wounded kelpie. A twisted piece of metal had pierced its muzzle, threatening to fall into its nasal cavity and interfere with proper breathing. "That... won't be an easy one. A good story will help, I think. So start with your favorite, Risel. And thank you."

Alex turned to Tenkarus. "And thank you too. Really. Uh... here's as good a place to start as any," he continued, squatting by a tiny pixie whose wing was skewered on a splinter.

"I... I think I need both hands for this, so could you comfort her? Talk to her. Hold her hand. U -Uh, as best you can, with the size difference and all..."

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An uncharacteristic and pitiful whine came from the bloodied form of Daeva. This was becoming too much for Fray. She couldn't think as fast as Daeva could. She couldn't be as bold or clever as her friend.

But she didn't need to be. When she envisioned Daeva, that's what she imagined being told. She could look like Daeva, but she could not be Daeva. She could only be herself.

So she would solve this her way.

The slender form of Daeva, fair even when battered and bloody, erupted into the beastly and burly shape of Fray. Drillgore's barbed tendrils cut even deeper into her now, but what she needed was to reach the deranged fiend. One of her hairy arms stretched out and seized the deviant by his face, hand engulfing his skull, or whatever it was he had in his sick little head.

"Go away," Fray demanded in her low, husky voice, a far cry from the chipper tones of Daeva, before she shoved him through a ring of golden electricity that opened behind him. She was sending him back to where they had first crossed paths: the frozen Celestial homeworld. Being entangled in his tendrils, she was dragged along with him, so she began to shrink, making her body thin and rope-like enough to slip between the barbs and remain behind. She feared releasing Drillgore for even a moment, so she opted to simply sever the hand that held him, slicing it away below the elbow with a blinding flash of her other arm.

A moment later, the portal closed, and the now one-armed Fray was left alone in the grim hallway.

At least for now. She did not know if Drillgore would be contained for long, so she needed to track down his duplicate right away.

Hunched over, head weighed down by anxiety, Fray began following the scent of blood and madness that any part of Drillgore left behind...

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Rubble flew from the ruined Palace of Shadow as Bug strung her puppet to its feet. Her red eyes had no end of hate to shoot at Dante, but their true prize was beyond him: her master, her patron, her ally.

Raspaganje.

The fiend's fanged maw curled into a smile. He was glorious. Beautiful, even. He was entropy incarnate, change without end. He was the pinnacle of existence, beyond death or alteration. He was perfect.

And with his help, perhaps she could be too.

Dea's headless form began to shudder and contort, rolls of black fur and dense muscle spreading out like stained water. This puppet had played its part. She had conserved enough energy to regenerate on a mass scale, so it would be retired to its intended purpose: protecting her core, a makeshift heart of stem cells that could reform her body even quicker than the rest of her cellular makeup could. Curling Dea's sturdy body around this core like a shell, Bug remade herself, regaining her long, muscular arms and thick, hoofed legs, but also improving herself. Furry, sail-like wings erupted from her back, stretching many dozens of feet across. Her once human-like torso stretched out, growing closer to that of a serpent, and she sprouted numerous new sets of arms in the fresh space it provided, some tipped by gripping fingers, others by slashing blades, and others still by scissor-like pincers. Finally, a reptilian tail burst from her bottom, unfurling to near her newly increased body length. Bug let out a bloodcurdling howl as she spiraled into air, celebrating her transformation.

She had become a great dragon, a mirror image of the perfect existence above. At a glance, she could be mistaken for Raspaganje's shadow.

Bug began to swell as she circled below Raspaganje, doubling, tripling, quadrupling, eventually quintupling in size until she was the length of a whale. She howled again, and her horrid screech had become even more spine-chilling. It was now backed by the mimicked cries of her countless victims. The loudest among them was the hoarse, nasally voice of Dèng Dea.

The message was clear: threaten her master, and die.

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Any response from Miyoshi was delayed by yet another interruption: a horrified gasp from Fray, who had just slipped into the room to find Molly, Daeva's friend, the person she had come here to protect, already struck down by a mortal injury. Without time for thought, the dog-headed giant threw herself between Molly and the drills, allowing them to bore into her alabaster coat and paint large swathes of it crimson.

It hurt, certainly- it was downright agonizing- but the pain in her heart was so much worse.

Fray leaned into the fading form of Molly, redirecting the cells that rushed to patch her own wounds towards the woman, hoping it was not too late to save her.

Her head, meanwhile, swung towards Miyoshi and Drillgore with curled lips, white-hot anger stabbing through her brain and forcing a snarl onto her face. Her maw stretched wide open, and her first instinct was to spew the most lethal possible material at the pair, something that no one could survive, quite possibly even herself. She did not know which of them dealt this blow to Molly, and she did not care. She only wanted to harm.

But that made her no better than her dark half, so she instead loosed a gush of pressurized air, striking the pair like a wall and attempting to push them as far out of the room and down the hallway as possible...

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Re: Battle of the Multiverse

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Immanuel's gaze locked intensely upon the fully unveiled form of Raspaganje, his fell light engulfing the whole of the sky above the battlefield. What... what was this horror? Was this the monstrosity that had harried them at the remnants of Sheekhatan, the very same that had assaulted them here, above this world of water and frigid winds? It had to be... it was the only creature that could have fit that description. And yet, here, it was not shrouded in dark, as the being then had been; no, the fiend, this nightmare given flesh gave off its own light, like a star shining high in the night sky! A being of both the light and the dark... a calamitous star given physical form.

Hercules' bolt flew towards Raspaganje, but swiftly dissipated upon its approach, as if dashed against an immovable wall. As Hercules unleashed an attack from his weapon, Immanuel launched his own assault, spreading his wings wide in an attempt to strike the fell god. Immanuel's beams of light fell to a similar fate, however, dissipating uselessly against whatever fell protection the Star of Calamity was surrounded by. The gaze of Raspaganje briefly fell upon the warriors assembled, as if mocking their futile efforts, though he made no move against them; it was as if they were less than ants to him!

The God of Light clutched his staff tightly, his resolve hardening. He turned to Hercules. "We cannot allow this monstrosity to emerge in full. I can sense its power even from here; should Raspaganje be able to enter fully into the multiverse, all will be lost. Let us gather the others and prepare to make use of the Dragonballs!"

Immanuel looked to Mulek, as he raised his staff, conjuring a barrier of light that rapidly engulfed Hercules' ship. "Mulek, are you ready to face this abomination head-on?"

As they spoke, however, a fell cloud of shadow descended over the watery planet below. Above them emerged a nightmarish mass, large enough to blot out even Raspaganje's light. The mass soon began to disperse towards them, revealing themselves to be an unfathomable number of horrid beasts made of rotting, putrid flesh, their wings unfurled like angels of evil.

"Quickly now!" Immanuel shouted. "Hercules, get your ship moving!"
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Owlzarus' eyes widened with horror as he gazed upon the form of Raspaganje; a sensation he had not felt in eons. To gaze in full upon Wormwood, the Calamitous Star itself, given physical form to enter into this word; in a grim sense, it was a thing of beauty. A being like this could not exist in the multiverse as it is now, nor can something like him ever appear again. Yet, for this being, this monstrosity, anathemic to the very fabric that held the whole of reality together, to exist in any capacity was simply unthinkable. This monster... this abomination had to be stopped, no matter the cost!

First, Owlzarus looked to Boore and Booled. "Agreed... we need to return to my library and deliberate quickly. Drillgore... he will have to wait. Our main goal should be on stopping Raspaganje from completing his goals..."

The antiquarian turned to Jake and the Beast, whose horrid voice hung in the air despite its imprisonment. "Explain to us as we make our journey back to my library. We have little time to waste!"

Owlzarus, clasping his hands tightly together, focused all of his energy before him. Time's distortion made this much easier than it had been before, thankfully. However, with the veil of the multiverse shattering, he would need to prepare the rift quickly; who knew how long it would be until even time itself became mutilated beyond repair. With a deep exhalation, a shimmering cloud appeared before Owlzarus, as a brilliant orange rift through time shifted and swirled into being. "Step in, and we shall return to my library! With the multiverse damaged, the journey shall be easier than before, but I do not know how long I can maintain this!"
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Nyx barely had time to react to the hail of razor-sharp debris, both from the sudden distracting flash in the sky above her and from the swiftness of the twins' counterattack. Gritting her teeth to brace, Nyx unleashed a counter-salvo of missiles towards the hail of debris, as she commanded the enormous machine to curl up to protect its joints from the twins' assault. Many of the missiles struck true, obliterating the chunks of stone, metal, and earth that had assailed the mighty mech, but many of the debris darts struck true, for the massive machine lacked the firepower to counter such an assault in such magnitude.

The shards pierced into the machine's joints, causing the enormous mecha to buckle, though its reinforcement by Lilith allowed it to withstand the assault far better than it otherwise would have. Irritated, Nyx looked over the Erebus' controls again, seeing if she had an option that might actually help her to get away from these annoyances. She soon spied a panel she didn't recognize from before; something about... bringing the machine's hands together to make a laser? She didn't remember THAT feature being there before. Must've been something that damnable scientist added before they had commandeered her machine again. Whatever; it was better than trying nothing. Nyx, not really having many other options to try, brought the Erebus' hands together, as a brilliant light began to fill its palms.

"Alright, you two little shits... have a taste of THIS!"

Suddenly, a violent beam of light erupted forth from the Erebus' hands, shimmering with crimson energy as it slammed into the twins' protective barrier, causing it to further crack and break!

"Lae! Aseya!" Nyx shouted to the twin fae in her cockpit, "Do you have any ideas to distract these two or something?! I don't think I can hurt these fuckers at all as long as they keep spamming their stupid spells! I know you two got tricks you can do, right? Do something to buy me a chance to get a hit in!"
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Yzazil nodded to the recovered Evron, glad that he was able to avoid his folly before it was too late. The God of Judgment dispelled his mighty blade for but a moment as he thought of their next moves. The God of Judgment looked toward the heavens while Aram recuperated, watching as the fell light of the great beast blanketed the sky, a second sun burning with unholy power above the land of Hudai. What... what was this creature? He had never seen it before... was this... was this Raspaganje? The one Dante had warned them of before? He could feel it, even from here... the multiverse was in terrible danger. Reality itself was splitting and cracking apart. He could hear the screams of terror of all those who could not escape the Black God's revival; he could feel the fear that resonated in the hearts of those who gazed upon his infernal splendor. It was as if reality itself was in agony, squirming in a final death knell heralded by this FIEND from a reality that no longer was!

Yzazil knew that to waste time here, fighting Persephone, was meaningless if they could not halt Raspaganje's plans. He knew that Dante and Evron were needed elsewhere, in order to halt the fell god's victory from being complete. Yet still, Yzazil knew that to allow Persephone to exist unhindered, and unabated, was folly. He glanced toward the tyrant of Sheol, locked in a fierce duel with Nichelle. Should they succeed in stopping Raspaganje, she would simply rise again, using the chaos created from Raspaganje's defeat to seize her own victory... whatever it was she had planned for them all. Yzazil looked to Evron, his ephemeral form shimmering with sapphire light, before he shook his form in such a way to convey the gesture of a shaking head.

"No; you and your brother are needed elsewhere." Yzazil glanced back up to the cracking sky above, which quickly began to fill with a nightmarish cloud of shadowy entities. His gaze also fell upon the monstrous form of Bug, having swelled to immense size and in the image of the abomination that lurked high above them. "If that monstrosity is left unchecked, the whole of reality will crumble. There will BE no multiverse left to protect. I have no powers over the flow of the multiverse as you and Dante have; I am merely one who metes out punishment, a judge of the wicked. To waste your talents here would be folly. You and Dante MUST go and confront Raspaganje; there is no other alternative."

Suddenly, both Evron and Dante, along with the celestial angel, felt their bodies become engulfed in shimmering sapphire energy, rejuvenating their strength, as they felt a powerful , ethereal force begin to pull them away from the battle in Sheol.

"I shall finish the fight from here; consider this my last act of service. Now go! Save the multiverse! As it was always your destinies to do."

The visage upon Yzazil's cloud-like form twisted form its normal glowering expression, instead turning into a smile - at least, as much of a smile as Yzazil could muster. In a final flash of sapphire light, Yzazil sent the trio toward the raging singularity high in the sky, where Bug and the great roiling cloud of darkness swirled, before he turned his expression toward Persephone and the now recovered Aram. He knew he would need to act quickly to slay the wounded god, so he may aid Nichelle in finishing Persephone before it was too late.

"Let's finish this," Yzazil snarled with boiling fury, raising his hands to the sky once more. The shimmering Sword of Ruin erupted forth once more, as Yzazil swung the enormous blade of Prana down towards Aram once more, aiming to smite the Supreme God...
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Persephone's wave of destruction sliced through space and time, much unlike the futile assaults of Immanuel and Hercules. The fell power that rested within her allowed her to strike toward the great form of Raspaganje, the dark power erupting toward him like a great title wave. But, as the blast approached the fell god, the queen of sheol's ruinous assault aimed toward the beast's body...

But, even as the blow struck true, assailing the fell god's brilliant white scales, the wave of oblivion seemed to merely glance off of Raspaganje's scales, eliciting a mocking laugh from Raspaganje. Pathetic; truly pathetic! His power had grown far beyond the confines of a single multiverse; within him rested the potential of a million-billion realities, each serving to power him beyond even Chang'e's wildest dreams! Their meager blows could not harm him, even with lucky strikes such as Persephone's. Raspaganje reached a claw toward Sheol, but soon found that his arm was halted by an unseen barrier. How unfortunate... it seemed he was still bound by the chains of destiny. No matter; soon enough, not even fate would be able to restrain him!
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The Colossal Despot smiled wide as Drillgore vanished from sight. Well, he certainly wished that hellion the best of luck; though he was mighty, he would need it once the ninjas inevitably arrived. But for he himself? Well, he just needed to wait and watch until the right moment to strike arrived. No need to dirty his own hands if he didn't have to...

Of course, it was likely Raspaganje would have him lift a finger soon enough. He anticipated this becoming a hot zone in a VERY short order. The despot's gaze fell upwards, as he heard a deafening crash. Sounded like it was time to slink back into the shadows until the right moment revealed itself...
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The fetid monstrosity yowled in pain, a horrid trill of agony resonating through the halls of Tengri's flagship. Blackened blood dripped from its wounds, filling the entirety of the hallway with its sickly essence, as bits of its body, damaged from frost and physical damage, sloughed off of its body in frostbitten, mangled heaps. Yet still, even with the shards of ice impaling it from below and eviscerating the mass' rotting flesh, it did not stop!

Pulling itself nearly in half to be freed from its frozen shackles, causing the blackened blood to pool nearly to the Borskall champion's ankles, the monstrosity lashed out with an amalgamate hand, dozens of clawed talons raking toward the form of Glaxion! Without breaking a sweat, the warrior lashed out with another vicious, rime-tipped hammer blow, slamming into the limb with both kinetic and frigid force! The impact nearly shattered the limb to pieces, but not before the weakened monstrosity lashed out with another flurry of bites, lunging toward Glaxion with ravenous intent!

Even with her waterbending slowing its movements, Glaxion only had enough time to bring her hammer around for an attempted second swing before the beast's roiling mass crawled on top of her, gnashing jaws chomping and shredding claws raking her form, leaving marks and slashes across her thick, armored hide. The amorphous mound of nightmarish bodies loosed a horrid roar as it used its much greater size to pin Glaxion to the floor of the ship, before the writhing mass' numerous jaws lashed out once more, aiming to chew off the Borskall's face!
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Diabolus hissed and spat curses upon the Borskall as she hoisted him off of his feet. What was she, an animal?! Who just takes a bite out of their opponent?! Head hanging limply from his body, and arms heavily crippled, Diabolus struggled against the titan's jaws, wriggling the entirety of his body so that the momentum would weaken his very own joints. With the sickening sound of torn flesh and broken bone, Diabolus wrenched himself free from Korraz's grasp, before he splattered into the floor in a bloodied heap.

The demon laughed a hollow, empty laugh, as his blood began to pool onto the ship. "Exhilarating! You truly are a being of unfathomable strength! But your raw power is only worth as much as your body is!"

Suddenly, the limb in Korraz's jaws exploded into a pool of fetid, rotting flesh, sending his scythe flying into the distant wall and impaling into it! The mass of fetid flesh suddenly began to sizzle and boil, rapidly beginning to melt away at her face. Korraz, feeling the dark magic at work, spat as much of the fluid off on reflex as she could, but the damage was already done; parts of her lips shriveled and sloughed off, revealing the gums beneath, before the gums too began to pool and swirl into the rotting mass. A few of her teeth, along with her lower right tusk, began to rot and slough off as well. Diabolus, broken and mangled on the floor of the ship, weakly wriggled his nearly limp body toward his other severed limb, dropped by Korraz in the sudden attack. The demon's arm wriggled limply towards his torso, before messily reattaching itself to his body.

The fell demon grabbed his mangled head and shattered neck, before horrifically snapping his head back into place with his singular remaining arm. Diabolus staggered dizzily to his feet. "This is the fated end, Borskall! Me, you, your family, your friends - they won't mean SHIT when my master is victorious! We're all on a trip to oblivion, and I'm gonna make it as awful as possible for you!"

Diabolus loosed another maddened laugh, before he raised his one remaining arm and unleashed a torrent of sickly black energy toward Korraz, intent at peeling away at her outer flesh!...
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As Demmy's beam of abyssal might struck her, sending her rocketing into the far wall, the strange figure swiftly twisted her body so that she would land feet-first on the rapidly disintegrating surface. How intriguing! Someone who was actually able to react to her in some capacity? And actually WOUND her? Beneath the crimson veil that obscured her mouth, the figure smiled.

What fun they were to have today!

In a blur, the woman suddenly vanished from sight with speed that rivaled even the Guardians of the Multiverse. As Demmy prepared to make her next move, her assailant reappeared next to her from the oppressive shadows, before the figure suddenly clinched her in a headlock before slamming the demon lord HARD into the floor of the ship.

"What, did you think your parlor trick would take care of me that easily?" The woman laughed, as she summoned one of her skeletal blades into her hand. "Not quite! I was more than a challenge for my beloved in my timeline... you're just another obstacle to my reunion with him!"

The figure then plunged her knife towards Demmy's neck, intent on slicing open her throat and ripping off the demon lord's head!...
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A voice whispered ominously within Mitsif's mind as she hid herself from the unveiled forms of Miyoshi and Drillgore.

"There is no point in hiding any longer," The voice of Raspaganje cooed within her mind. "This is the cost of freedom... is this not what you wanted? To be unshackled from what Fate handed you?"
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Tengri's cobalt gaze watched in defeated horror as Ubel's blade arced down towards his frame. Was this... the end of his reign? All his effort... all his trials, and tribulations... his battles, his successes, his failures... all his fifty thousand years as King of Kings, were they for naught? He had been played the fool by that blasted beast from beyond... his generals, all had died or abandoned him in his greatest time of need. His ambitions for the stars had crumbled with the unveiling of Raspaganje, as he came to realize the futility of his rage against the heavens.

He had never been more than one man, one warrior who challenged the gods themselves. His crusade for supremacy, for the nirvana of the void, was a fool's dream; that much had been made clear to him. For all his people's works, their machinations and weaponry, they were no match for that of the guardians of all that existed. His spear, his mightiest tool and greatest ally, had been shattered as if little more than a twig beneath a giant's foot; his armor had been rent and sundered as easily as paper. Even his machine, the destroyer of gods, the breaker of time itself, was usurped by this fell god, the cosmic horror that had emerged within the multiverse's shattering. Tengri... was nothing. And no one.

The Conquering Star closed his eyes, accepting his fate...

But this was not his end. Not yet.

The King of Kings was suddenly slammed into from the side by his great steed, the mighty Zerleg Khun Moro! The horse of adamant and bronze pushed its master out of the way of Ubel's felling blow at the last possible moment, taking the blow for Tengri instead! But the raw power of Ubel's strike was enough to undo the entirety of the king's trusted automaton; with a final mechanized cry, the machine evaporated in a burst of divine light generated by Hellsbane, unleashing a destructive shockwave that launched Tengri at hypersonic speeds back towards his flagship! Tengri, knocked from his hopeless daze, reached a hopeless hand toward where his last loyal companion was, before he smashed through the side of his vessel and into his main throne room.

Dazed and wounded, Tengri pushed himself to his feet, blue blood dripping profusely from his mouth, nose, and chest. Debris floated in the vacuum of space, before the life support systems kicked in to seal off any breaches, allowing the interior to return to normalcy. He glanced about the ruins of his throne, empty and hollow inside. That was, until he saw the obliterated form of a servitor machine, grasping in its hand a vial of the fluid Drillgore had procured him. A mad smile appeared on Tengri's visage. A final chance... to achieve Nirvana!

Reaching down to grasp the vial of strange fluid, Tengri ripped off his shattered helmet, before heedlessly imbibing it. A flow of unfathomable energy entered into Tengri's body, rejuvenating his strength instantly. Was this... was this the power of Quatheral?! Suddenly, a surge of pain radiated through Tengri's body, as the power began to suffice its way through his body! Burning pain sufficed every inch of his body, the King of Kings staggering aimlessly in pain toward the edge of his throne room. Seeing bolts of golden lightning lancing up from the Machine of Unmaking, Tengri reflexively extended his hand outward toward them. The bolts, seemingly drawn to him, suddenly swerved from their erratic patterns and struck the throne room of Tengri, engulfing it in golden light and obliterating the chamber...

The light was blinding, temporarily dazing Ubel with its raw power, before it faded from Tengri's flagship. In place of the golden burst of light, a shimmering golden shape emerged in its place. Six golden arms emerged from the figure's form, along with a brilliant golden eye upon its forehead. The being's hair danced and swirled, unbound, from atop their head, sparks of golden lightning dancing across it. The figure appeared to be clad in some form of armor, seemingly fused to its form from the eruption. Behind the figure, a golden ring made of shards of metal formed, strange sigils appearing within it as it spun endlessly, like a wheel, behind the being. Flakes of black energy, like ashes in the wind, swirled around it and dissipated into nothing. At last, the figure spoke, rolling like a broken chime toward Ubel.

"This... this is my end..." the familiar voice of Tengri boomed toward Ubel. "But that means little to me any longer! I, Tengri, shall ascend beyond the stars! I, Tengri, shall see to it the whole of heaven shatters before the Fell God's might! If the Conquering Star shall not rule the multiverse... THEN NONE SHALL!"

Golden lightning danced along Tengri's fingertips, before he unleashed a deluge of the Machine of Unmaking's power directly towards the Ninja, each bolt shredding the fabric of reality as it sliced towards their quarry...
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With a deafening burst of speed and blinding light, the vessel launched itself toward the roiling cloud and blinding light. "To the victory of the Conquering Star!"
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse

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The knife never made contact with Demmy. Before the strange woman's eyes, the Demon Lord's frame blackened and melted into the shadows, and the knife she had in her hand clattered uselessly against the metallic hull of the ship. She tried to turn and spot where Demmy had gone...

The shadows to her side lurched upward as a pair of voracious jaws manifested from the darkness and stabbed into her. The rest of the darkness reformed into Demmy,as her one good eye, only attached to her socket by a few strands, slammed the crimson veiled woman across the wall and then hurled her backwards. The eye receded back into her socket and returned to normal.

As much as she wanted to blast past this woman, she knew she wouldn't give her the chance. This bitch was just as fast as she was, just as damn resilient... And she had no clue what tricks she had up her sleeve. She needed to get to Molly, before...

She stopped. Molly's vitals, her life force... somehow, it was stabilizing. Someone had gotten to her before she did... Someone was there, to protect her, someone beside her. For but a moment, a sigh of relief came upon Demmy. If Molly was in good hands, then...

She turned to face the woman, and inhaled.

Then, she could deal with this bitch to her heart's content.

She exhaled, and the corridor they were in was beseiged by the violent vortex of air and wind that blew from Demmy's mouth, as it tore through the ship's metallic hull toward the woman...

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"Molly... Stand and fight. Stand and live!"

Molly felt the voice echo though her mind, as she felt herself slip away. Why, why should she stand? Why even try? Nothing was going to get better, nothing ever did. She had activated the gun pointed at the head of the universe, she had activated the ancient weapon designed to wipe out all life, it was all her fault. Perhaps in the next life, perhaps she could be with the others in the afterlife. With Doris, with Demmy, with Nichelle...

"None of them would want that! Is that what you think they would say? To accept your fate and let the cosmos tumble into ruin? No, they would not say that! Doris fought for a better tomorrow for you, and she gave her life for that. Nichelle and Demmy continue to fight for you, for a better tomorrow for you! They have given their all for your future, and they continue to do so! Do not repeat the mistakes that I made in the past. Do not simply lie down and accept your fate. Fight on, Molly! Fight on! This is not to be Raspaganje's win, nor Persephone's, nor the End of All's! Do not let them down!"


The darkness that shrouded Molly's eyes began to lift. The words of the Life Mother stabbed new life into her. They... They were fighting for her. Doris had... done everything for her, good and bad. Demmy and Nichelle did so much for her, and were still fighting for her. No one else had given up... No one else was surrendering... So why was she? Why would she let the darkness consume her? None of them would have wanted to see her like this...

Not her mother, either.

"Yes, none of them would. To surrender into despair would be to give Raspaganje and Miyoshi what they want. To give Drillgore what he wants. Defy them, Molly. And help carve the way to a better tomorrow, with all of my power at your disposal, all I have left to offer you."


"You will need more than that, Life Mother and Reincarnation of the Life Mother. You are a shallow carcass, with nothing left to offer but words and advice."
A different voice chimed in. "You can live, but be helpless against the big ugly space dragon and Mister Hentai Tentacles. However... I can offer to you a modicum of the power I myself have been building for a very long time, as a mere vessel for excess to flow from."

"W-who are you?"
The Life Mother's voice began to say, but was cut short as the sounds of a lyre's strings filled Molly's mind. She felt it, a surge of power flow into her, strength being restored, no, magnified and amplified. She felt the Life Mother's own power as well as the unusual source of strength. The darkness that had already been receeding away was vanquished, and Molly saw a blinding light overtake her.

"Who I am is none of your concern, plebeian goddess. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth when your life depends on it. I'm an ally with the same interests as you. That's all you need to know..."


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Miyoshi could only smirk as Mitsif fled for her life. Finally, just the reaction she needed from a lowly pest like her. It felt cathartic in a way, to watch one of the Quatheral entities scurry and run for their own protection, like a helpless little fae. Like her own people had due to Chang'es machinations.

Then, came Drillgore, who urged her to finish the job and kill off Molly. The Sleeping Terror raised an eyebrow to Drillgore's request. Why should she have to finish off this helpless little girl? She wasn't a danger to anyone, not with the decrepit carcass of a god being useless to help her. Though, perhaps it was better to simply snuff out her life than allow for some outside bullshit to intervene. She stepped back and let Drillgore do the job...

And yet, outside bullshit did intervene. The form of Fray lunged between Drillgore's tendrils and Molly's body and took the blow meant for her. Miyoshi had no time to process this as she found herself on the defensive, her deformed arm and hand brought before her to withstand the worst of Fray's blast of air. Of course, of fucking course! Just like back in Makai, there was always annoying swarming gnats getting in her way! At least this time it wasn't Glaxion, but someone just as troublesome.Her draconic jawed arm clamped down into the metal to brace herself, and though the pressurized blast of air was strong, it didn't quite send Miyoshi as far back as Fray may have wanted. The golden scales were splintered and stained red, wounds that remained as Miyoshi's arm reformed back to normal. The other malformed arm remained the same.

"So many surprises today, so little patience on my end!" Miyoshi aimed her other arm toward Fray, and let her palm split open. Three spears of sharpened bark shot from her palm toward the head of the mutt, to skewer her through and put down the annoyance.

The sharpened pieces of bark stopped, mere inches from Fray's head. Miyoshi's eyes widened as she saw the tips of the bolts come alive and blossom into flowers, then crack apart and drop from her palm. "W.. What... WHAT?! HOW IS... WHAT IS THIS?!" She snarled. She stepped back. Was this... Was this her blessing?! Damn her... DAMN HER!

The answer was from behind Fray. Molly's life force was restored thanks to her efforts, but something else was happening as well. As Molly's body was stitched together, a gentle warm aura radiated from the girl. Her eyes opened,more golden in hue than before. She rose to her feet, and looked at Fray. There was a smile on her face, as the wounds caused by Drillgore's appendages began to close faster than the tendrils could do their work. The tendrils found themselves cut off by the closing wounds, and severed completely.

"Thank you... Thank you for helping me." Molly said to Fray. She reached a hand to her head, and pet her, and let her hand run through her fur. "Thank you. I'll handle Miyoshi, and stop what I have set in motion."

Molly entire body radiated like a flame in a lamp. Her head turned to face the reddened, frothing form of Miyoshi...


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Mulek's gaze shifted upward toward the sky. No sooner did her eyes lay upon the great mass of Raspaganje, than the sudden weight of his power threaten to crush her soul. There was no mistaking it. This was the entity she had sensed from behind the cracked rift, the being that had attacked them in that torn hole in space and time. It was nearly unfathomable to even gaze upon. Was this... Was this Raspaganje on the same level, no, even greater than the Fell God Cercil had sealed away so very long ago? Or... was it a different facet of that very same being?

She turned to look at Immanuel. She knew better than anyone the threat this thing posed, of what it was capable of. They had to stop him, here and now, or else risk the unthinkable. "I am ready." She told him.

The approaching horde of destruction however needed to be dealt with as well. Her one good arm primed, Mulek empowered the head of her scythe into it was consumed with the burning hellfire, and with a single powerful swing, she sent a crimson crescent blast toward Raspganje's thralls...

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Tenkarus let a low sigh escape from her mouth as she walked over to where Gull was. She held her hand to the twisted metal, and before Gull's eyes, the metal began to slide out of where it had pierced the kelpie and come out the top. It was better than being couped up in that space station, but it still wasn't her exact definition of fun, even if she felt a strange warmth in her heart as she picked up the piece of metal and put it away.

Risel nodded with a smile, and sat down beside Alex and the tiny pixie. She as gently as she could held the tiny hand of the pixie. "It will be okay, little one. I promise you, you'll be safe. Everything will turn out okay."

The pixie looked up at Risel. "You look like an angel, almost like Lady Titania. Vortigern would never believe anyone could be more beautiful as Titania, even if it bit her to say as such."

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Lae could only shake his head at Nyx's request. "I'm afraid I don't have any sort of power. I'm a better thinker than most fae, more cerebral, but that's it."

Aseya, however, had a different answer. " I can help distract them!" She told Nyx. "I'm not as powerful as when I had that big body, but I can still do some things! I can give you the opening you need!"

"Then make it quick." Lae told her.

The beam of light that blasted from Erebus's hands burned away at the barrier the twins formed. Yet, right as it was to completely punch through, the barrier itself vanished, only to reappear behind the giant machine. The twins within stared at Erebus as their hands once more lifted to the skies.

"Such a foul mouth... has no use before Mother's presence."

"This marks the end. Perish as Mother's plan comes to fruition!"

The twins flung their hands down, and twin rays of frozen energy shot toward the Erebus. Just as they were to collide with the machine, Aseya made her move. With all of her power, she opened up a rift right in front of the twin polar rays, which flew into the opened rift...

And came out of a rift exit right beneath the twin's feet.

The frozen energies shot upward into them. Neither had been expecting such a move, that something like this could happen. The barrier that surrounded them was not meant to stop their own attacks, and as a result, they screamed as the cold tore through them. Their clothes shattered as their flesh iced over and grew red as the blood vessels beneath burst open from the expanding blood beneath. Their barrier fell, and they were left exposed.

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Were Aram's original personality the one still in control, she would have cursed up a storm as Evron's trick sent her flying through the air. Too angry in her own rage to notice the giant bear trap that awaited her, ready to slice through her once she landed in the middle.

Unfortunately for Evron, that short tempered personality was not the one in control anymore. And so, as Aram flung toward the trap, at the last moment she stopped her own momentum. All but a few locks of her hair flew down into the trap, and that was enough to spring it. The great jaws clamped shut with enough force to tear even the largest Gyu Oni in half, mere inches from Aram's face. The Supreme God righted herself, and ignored the few locks of her hair that were lost to the bear trap. To think such a crude technique could work on her? Puh-leease.

The hairs on her back stood up. She sensed it, an overwhelming surge of divine power barreling toward her from behind. She turned, just in time, and with both burning hands caught the Sword of Ruin that Yzazil had tried to smite her with. The sheer force of the blow sent her back into the closed jaws of the trap, both of her feet braced against the metallic rim. Such power, even though Yzazil was clearly running on fumes... Just how powerful was the God of Judgement really? Why was it that her useless spine of a brother was always surrounded by such powerful entities? And the Ninjas were no longer here... But of course, sent off to deal with the other threat in the sky. No matter, she would get her piece of them later. They would come back to her, but for now she had this dying god to put out of his misery.

A burning fire ignited within her eyes. It didn't matter how powerful Yzazil was, how much he threw at her. This was her home field advantage. This was her dimension, her reality. He was an outsider, and one who was in out of his league. And she was going to show him just how irrelevant he truly was. And yet, she would love him, as she would love all worthy of her love, all worthy to be her chosen in the new world order. He would become a part of her, one of many to be swallowed by her essence, by the very concept of love itself. Raspaganje as well would succumb to her love, all life she deemed fit would. All as she hoped.

"Yes, let us finish this, Yzazil..." Aram spoke, as she began to push back at the sword of ruin the God of Judgement had created. One step, then another, and then another forward, all the while she continued to dig deeper into her own pools of power, the accumulation of all the authorities and life energies of those gods that now made up her constitution. With one hand still held firm against the blade, she reached her other one back, and punched the divine energy blade with her full might. Yzazil's mighty weapon was thrown to the side and shattered, and as it fell apart, Aram teleported right into the face of the Judgement God. She swung her arms down, and thin beams of light which extended from her nails slashed down into the ghostly form of the God of Judgement and carved through him.

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Before the horrible spell could hit Korraz, a feathered interception struck Diabolus' arm, wresting it away from the giant's direction. As Hod wrangled with the horned creature, Korraz slowly shook her head, a stern yellow eye steadily regarding the warrior. Blood dribbled across her brow, following the grisly trail formed by the scar carved across her eye. Though blood, both her own and that of her opponent, streamed from her wounded maw, forming deep red and black rivers among the spiked plates of her mask, she seemed to pay no attention to it. Instead, she considered her foe. It was clear there was no reasoning with him even if she could talk to him. He would not back down. If the fact that he fought for an outlandishly cruel and destructive being did not make it obvious enough already, then his words certainly made it clear he cared not for anyone's life - not even his own. Although Korraz did not like violence, even she had to admit it would be incredibly irresponsible to let a being like him free to harm others as he wished. He, along with his master, were simply enemies to all.

And he had threatened her loved ones.



The giant's brow lowered as she stood up straight, knuckles popping with the clenching of her fists. Hearing the cracking coming from the Borskall's clenched fingers, both Diabolus and the monstrous raven harassing him turned, the latter flying off when a tilt of the giant's head told him to get himself somewhere safe. The Stormcrow complied, but not without yanking hard against the demon's arm, again tearing it off its socket. He would make sure it would not reattach this time.

As Diabolus staggered and tried to swat the bird from the air in an attempt to get his arm back, Korraz moved forward. She pulled back the sleeves of her coat; this would get messy, and the poor thing had already suffered enough abuse as it was throughout this multiversal venture. Diabolus backed up when he realized the giant was approaching him, but no matter how many spells and objects he threw her way in an effort to stop her from advancing towards him, she ignored them all, even with her fur and flesh sizzling. Whatever did not simply bounce off her body went simply unaccounted for, so focused was she on her opponent. Happening to walk past his scythe that was still stuck in the wall, the demon quickly pulled it out, before rushing off to meet the giant in physical combat...

... but Korraz shifted just a bit to the side and brutally clotheslined him, burly arm colliding with his throat with so much force that he would have easily flipped around the limb in all of its brawny entirety had it not been effectively holding him in place! Foe helpless as his momentum thoroughly turned against him, the blacksmith slammed him down, the back of his neck hitting the ship's flooring with a sickening crack. One foot pressed against his ribcage as she steadied herself, her weight rather easily crushing each and every one of his ribs. The punctures to his lungs finally stifled his laughing and gloating, blood bursting from his mouth and nose.

Korraz grabbed hold of his horns and pulled sharply, and the demon's laughter stopped entirely, severed head and spine held in the giant's hand as she reared back up. Blood spilled from the stump of his neck with somber finality. Better to keep this with her in case it tried to put its body back together again, even if it appeared dead.

Silence reigning now that the demon's gloating had stopped, the Borskall could now hear Tengri's shouting again. He was much nearer than before.

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As the reality-shredding bolts raced towards Ubel, the ninja was shoved out of the way suddenly, black talons dragging him to safety. Neither the Yakuza nor the Stormcrow went unharmed, though, as both suffered from the horrific effects of the Machine's power, parts of the ninja's armor evaporating and several of Hod's feathers doing the same, flying off him in black ash.

As Hod let Ubel stand on his own two feet, a series of tremors came from the wall opposite where the pair stood. Tengri turned, only to see the entire right wall section of his throne room lifted off its place and headed directly towards him. The empowered form of the conqueror hollered in frustration from the interruption, a wordless bellow of rage silenced mere moments after it even began as he was slammed against the wall behind him, crushed between the two panels.

From the broken section of the throne room lumbered forth Korraz, raising her arm as Hod returned to perch on it. That fixed the problem of the door being too small to allow her entry.

Glancing away from the smashed-up metal panels to acknowledge Ubel with a nod, the giant looked back to see the golden figure angrily push the broken wall section off of him, exerting the power of his Machine to warp the metallic panel open. The blacksmith stood ready, putting up an electromagnetic shield on herself and her two allies. She doubted it would do much against whatever power Tengri harnessed, but it would hopefully help at least a little.

Waiting for Tengri to look her way, Korraz lifted her arm and dropped the severed head of Diabolus, the horned skull splattering against the cold metal of the floor. It was a warning, and a sign of defiance. Korraz knew she was up against beings far more powerful than herself. But it simply was not in her instinct to give up. She had to fight them. For her family and friends. For Bjornskar. For the multiverse as a whole. She would not, and could not, hold back. She would fight her hardest, even if it meant death - however much she did not wish to deprive her mate and cubs of their loved one. It was simply what she must do.

Point made, the giant waited.
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The Palace of Shadows had become a warzone. Smoke and fire filled the halls of the throne room as Rovagug ducked behind a pillar just in time to avoid the sharpened tongues that stabbed out at him. Before the tongues could be withdrawn back into their owner's mouth, one of them was severed by the blade of a young female tiefling, which brought a hideous roar of rage from the Lord of Sheol. Nyvanna waved her staff, and jagged bolts of bark shot forward and into the hide of the Lord of Sheol, and drew a sickly purple blackish blood from his chest.

“Wretched fools, you will die all the slower for your transgressions!” Belphor bellowed. He was massive, twice as tall as Korraz, and covered in sickly green scales. Flaming sharpened tongues flickered from his mouth, and a tattered black cloak draped behind him. His horns glittered in the light that shone through the palace walls, and his claws grasped the air as he glared at the Resistance before him. “Perish, PERISH!”

“Kill them, Lord Belphor!” Karzahni shouted from the sidelines. The advisor was well hidden from view, no doubt an attempt to keep himself from being seen. “Wipe them out, and then all of humanity! Don't let your nightmares become a reality!”

A lance shot through the shadows for Belphor's head, and the Lord of Sheol had only enough time to bring his hand up to intercept. The lance pierced through his hand and shattered bone, and the towering demon did his best to ignore the pain. “My brother Craefr has dealt far worse to me than this!” He pried the lance from his hand and hurled it back from where it came. A pained grunt told Belphor he had struck gold, and Rovagug's body tumbled out of the shadows, his shield gouged from his own weapon. The towering demon lumbered forward, and prepared an arm to smash in the hero's face...

Twin blades through the thigh stopped him in his tracks. It was the tiefling, who had stabbed her swords in with all of her might. “We will not let you wipe out mankind and all who come from them!” She proclaimed. “For Nita's death, for the hell you have brought to Sheol, you will never prevail!”

A second clawed hand swiped down at the tiefling and sent her reeling back. Belphor glared down at her. “ Your useless rogue came to me to die. I simply granted her wish. And I am saving all of Hudai from the nightmare that will claim it! I am this world's savior!”

“You are a savior to no one, but your own hubris.”

As Belphor turned, a large ape leaped upon his back and grabbed at his head. The demon stumbled and crashed into the wall as he attempted to pry the ape off of him. As his hands grabbed the arms of the ape, a wolf clamped into his leg and bit down with enough force to crack the bone there. The two animals disoriented the titan, and with a final tug, the wolf pulled Belphor's right leg out from under him and sent him crashing down face first into the ground. The ape leaped off of him and slammed both of its fists down into his head, before it hopped away.

Nyvanna called for both animals to return to her side. She raised her staff to the air, and Belphor began to writhe in pain. The blood that dripped from his body began to thin out, turning into little more than sea water. The great demon gnashed his teeth and howled as he tried to move forward, but the spell Nyvanna had over him was too much for him to overcome. This was the opening both the tiefling and Rovagug seized upon, and the two leaped upon the downed demon, and drove their weapons into his body.

Persephone watched all this the entrance to the throne room. Beside her was Minos, a silent witness. The battle to enter into the throne room had been an exhausting one for all involved, and one only possible thanks to Minos. Many of the foes that Belphor had used to guard himself, from trolls nearly as large as he was to great spiked constructs and obese draconian reptiles were all enemies the Four Corners of the Resistance could handle either alone or in small numbers, but the Palace of Shadows had been so covered in enemies, trying to deal with so many would have been impossible. For that, Minos's contributions had been a lifesaver.

But, was Minos really all that necessary?

That was what D'aon had told her, and what she herself had come to believe, but off of what she had seen, perhaps it was not Minos she needed at her side. But rather...

“Doubting my word?” The familiar voice of D'aon came from her left. The elven man walked forward, his hair flowing behind his back and his emerald eyes shining all the brighter. “Sure, just your own power could have been enough, but at what cost, Persy? The power within you is still infantile, still developing. You hold no more control over it than a balor over its own destructive properties.”

Persephone stole a glance to her right, at Minos. Minos's attention was not on her, nor in D'aon, but on the fight itself. It was as if she didn't even realize D'aon was there.

“Illusions are my specialty, both optical and auditory.” D'aon grinned. “I can do no wrong. But what is important now is your future, Persy. The chosen time for you has approached, and your enemies will be many as you claim what is rightfully yours. Will you deal with them prematurely, or as they come, one by one? That is your choice, Persy. Choose wisely.”

“D'aon, wai-”

But D'aon was already gone, merely a shadow of what was once there. Minos turned to look at Persephone, but Persephone pretended like nothing had happened. Damn that cryptic man.

An ear rending howl tore Persephone from her thoughts. She turned, and saw that the battle was at an end. The tiefling, Ibana, her blades had severed through Belphor's right arm and dropped it to the ground. Belphor staggered back, his eyes wide with disbelief and murderous ire.

“DIE! DIE YOU HUMAN LOVING FILTH! DIIIE!”

Belphor's mouth opened as wide as the demon could, and a yellow beam of energy fired from within his mouth toward the tiefling. Before the beam could strike, Rovagug dove into its path with his shield and planted it down. The beam washed over the shield of the warrior, and its surface glowed with a heated haze, but it withstood the fearsome beam nonetheless.

During this time, Nyvanna's wolf made its move. The pet darted toward Belphor, but this time it was covered with dozens of azure seeds, seeds that began to glow as the dog barreled into the Lord of Sheol. The seeds exploded, and Belphor's frame was consumed in an explosion of smoke and blue fire. The wolf landed on its feet, as if unaffected by the spell placed on it, but Belphor was not so lucky. As the smoke cleared, his body was covered in opened wounds and scorch marks, charred flesh and missing fingers and a shattered horn.

“LORD BELPHOR!” Karzahni's voice screamed through the chamber.

“Sheol... Is now... doomed... because of...”

Rovagug's lance silenced Belphor once and for all. He pried the lance from the base of Belphor's neck, then nearly collapsed in his stance.

“It's over. We did it, we defeated him. He's no more.”

Ibana sheathed her blades. She looked over the carcass of what had once been Belphor, and off to the empty throne that loomed ahead. “If only Nita could see this, if only she could see that we won. I think she'd be snarky about it, but she'd ultimately be happy.”

“I'm sure she would be.” Nyvanna said. The druid turned to look over to the entrance, and at first, Persephone thought Nyvanna was looking at her. That moment faded as loud footsteps signaled the arrival of Korraz, along with many children.

“I see you've been enjoying your babysitting duties.” Rovagug chuckled at the Borskall. “And, is that a bag in your hands? What was in it?”

Korraz shook her head, and hid the bag behind her back. The children with her began to laugh. One of them, a young boy, tugged on Korraz's sleeve. She gave him the bag, and he reached in and took several kernels out and put them into his mouth.

Persephone couldn't help but admire the scene. With everything said and done, there were smiles on everyone's faces. Of course, no one forgot the hardships they had gone through to reach this point, to bring down the one who had threatened all of Sheol, but for just this moment, the dream Persephone had was lost to her. She nearly felt herself be swept into the ephemeral moment, her purpose all but forgotten.

“Asphagel will be overjoyed to hear of our success!” Ibana's voice broke Persephone from her momentary fantasy. “He's worked so hard for our success as leader of the Resistance, to ensure stability in Sheol.”

“I'm just glad it's all over.” Rovagug sighed. “It's been a long journey for all of us, but finally I can simply live by myself. Or... I can have someone else with me.” He turned to look over at Nyvanna.

“That would depend, do you have any books and knowledge that would interest me?” Nyvanna plainly said. “Though, there is still the question of who takes the throne. I would assume Tyralus will claim it as he has always done.”

Ibana began to say something, no doubt about Asphagel deserving the throne, but what she had to say became white noise for Persephone. Her focus was only on the throne. She began to walk toward it, each step faster than the last. She walked past the Four Corners of the Resistance, who turned to look at her. She walked past the corpse of Belphor. She walked past the cowering, sniveling form of Karzahni. She only stopped when she was at the throne, the throne of Sheol itself. She turned, and sat down into the throne. D'aon's words echoed in her mind. How was she to approach her rule, and her enemies? No, she already knew what choice she would make, and while many would disagree, the most important person likely would not. It was the only way to ensure true peace in Sheol. She knew what her mother's rule of Makai and passivity had brewed among the residents across Hudai. Many were her enemies, and even those who were dealt with, created legacies of resentment.

Such a thing would not occur in her world of Sheol.

“Trying the throne for yourself, Pera?” Rovagug looked over at her. “It's a little big for you, and I can't imagine it's all that comfortable on your rear.”

“Put some more meat on that scrawny ass!” The young boy pointed and laughed. “Bis Sis Hevar would tell you that, once she sees this.”

The air in the room grew cold, and Persephone's eyes locked upon the boy. “You... You are Philip, aren't you? Hevar's little brother, correct?”

The boy nodded, and Persephone continued. “Do you recognize this body, Philip? It is that of your guardian angel, Belphor. The one your sister worked with. He is dead, and so is she, as both were enemies of Sheol and its peace.”

Any joy that was on the child's face vanished as the words pierced through his mind. He turned to look at the still form of Belphor on the ground, and his eyes widened. “They're... You killed... You killed them?! Murderer! Why did you kill them?!”

“Kid, it's not what it seems.” Rovagug began to lie to the child. Korraz as well stepped in to calm him, but Philip's voice kept rising, as more hateful words piled onto Persephone. “She didn't me-”



Philip's grief was silenced, not by any member of the Resistance's efforts, but by his head rolling off of his shoulders. Persephone lowered her hand and the icicle blade that had formed from her fingers melted away as everyone stared, stunned by the suddenness of the action.

“No, I meant it. As I mean toward all who were servants of Belphor. Like the parents of the rest of the children. So long as any remnant of Belphor's forces remains, there will be no peace in Sheol.”

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, PERA?!” Rovagug roared as he moved between Persephone and the children. Ibana likewise moved to his side, and Korraz stepped up. “Korraz, no. Take the children and flee. We'll handle her.”

The Borskall understood. As the children stared and began to cry, Korraz herded them away from the Palace of Shadows, away from Dudael, away from Persephone. The doors closed behind her as Ibana and Rovagug faced down the new Lord of Sheol.

“I, lost my mind?” Persephone shook her head. “No, I am the only one here who hasn't. You've seen it for yourself. So long anyone connected to Belphor in any way remains, Sheol will never know rest. This is why the constant cycle of bloodshed and death has consumed this region for so many eons. This is why I am the only one who is fit to lead. And yet, you who have helped me so far, now stand in my way? How unfortunate, that even you cannot grasp reason. Minos, watch and observe the fate of those who defy me.”

“We trusted you!” Ibana snapped. “We fought alongside you, to make Sheol a better place! Had we known you intended just to become a new tyrant, we never would have helped you!” her blades readied, Ibana charged right toward Persephone, and thrusted her swords toward her.

Her feet gave out before she could even reach Persephone. The floor of the throne room transformed into ice, and despite Ibana's best efforts, she could not secure herself any proper grip on the ice. Her stabs went wide, and cut through the air next to Persephone's head, only missing the woman by less than an inch. She tumbled forward, her advance only stopped by a heel that ground into her face. Persephone kicked her back, and with a flick of her hand, created sharpened spires of ice that jutted up from the ground around Ibana. It was only thanks to Ibana's quick thinking and reflexes that she avoided being skewered, her body twisted and bent to avoid Persephone's attacks as best she could.

Persephone saw her moment, once all of Ibana's limbs were off the ground. Her hand raised, another blade of ice shot forward toward the tiefling. The attack came too fast for Ibana to evade, and there was no room for her to avoid it. It was certain death for her.

A plume of fire cut between Persephone and Ibana at the last second. The ice blade was vaporized in that instant, and Persephone knew the cause of it without even looking. Rovagug, lance ablaze with an infernal fire, swung his lance once more in her direction, and sent forth a cascade of fire toward Persephone. Persephone turned to deal with the flames, and that was when Ibana leaped through the fire. Her blades were ignited by the fires that Rovagug made, and she swung them both down upon Persephone. The Lord of Sheol raised one of her hands up to intercept the blades, and the swords struck into her palm. All of Ibana's forward momentum was stopped in that moment, and Persephone closed her grip around the blades, before she pulled them in. Ibana was dragged in toward Persephone, and with her free hand, Persephone grabbed at Ibana's face. Her nails dug deep into the tiefling's scalp...

A flash of silver was the only warning Persephone got before Rovagug's lance shot through the fire and struck Persephone in the side of the face. Her concentration was broken in that moment, and with her grip weakened, Ibana was able to kick away from Persephone and create distance between herself and her foe.

“Pera... What you desire is not peace for Sheol, but the very thing Belphor tried to obtain!” Rovagug snarled through the flames. “Yet even he wouldn't stoop to killing children! Have you no shame in your actions, no guilt or remorse for killing the innocent?”

Despite the strike to the side of her head, Persephone barely gave it any heed. Her attention, for a moment, was upon Nyvanna. The entire time, the druid had simply been observing, never stepping in or making any sort of move. Just as Persephone had hoped. She was conflicted in her morals, in whose side to take. On the one side, her allies, and on the other, all the knowledge and power she could ever hope from the Palace of Shadows itself. And Persephone knew Nyvanna well enough that she would side with the pursuit of knowledge and power over her oh so ephemeral allies.

“Are they truly innocent?” Persephone finally shifted her attention back to Rovagug. “All are born flawed, imperfect, guilty of the sins of the ancestors. They are blinded by only being of either Aether or Nether. They only see one side of the coin. I, I am different. I am unlike Belphor or any who has ruled before. I am born of both worlds, with the insight and powers of both. There is no wrong in killing those whose hands are covered in blood merely by existing, those born as the enemy.”

“Then you are beyond reason, completely.”

A shining light erupted from Rovagug's lance, and Persephone was forced to cover her eyes. All she could see was blinding white, and that was the opening both of them took. Ibana leaped in from the left, and Rovagug, lance returning to his hands, from the right. Their weapons were primed as they brought them down upon the vulnerable despot...

Or so they had thought.

Ice erupted out of the ground beneath both Rovagug and Ibana. The ice tore through their hides and armor and skewered through them. Blood gushed from the tiefling's mouth, yet there was nothing she could do. The ice spears that had ran through her shot upward, then suddenly receded, and the bloodied torn form of Ibana was sent flying through the roof of the Palace of Shadows and far off into the distance.

“IBANA!” Rovagug shouted. The ice spears that ran through him began to twist and turn in his body, tearing through metal and ripping through his flesh and muscle.

Persephone yawned. “I know all of your tricks and tactics, Rovagug. And I've seen enough of Ibana's to know her tendencies. You're all alone, with no one to help you. Surrender yourself to me, and I'll ensure your death for defying me is painless and swift.”

She saw it, a fire in Rovagug's eyes. The warrior's body began to glow a crimson hue, and before Persephone's eyes, he had burst into flames, flames so hot they had burned away her ice spears. “I've fought this hard to tear down the tyrant who ruled Sheol. I will not allow another to take his place and wipe out innocent lives!” Rovagug's voice bellowed through the Palace of Shadows as his body expanded. Within seconds, the warrior had transformed into a great burning phoenix, and the fiery bird dove down upon Persephone, a torrent of fire billowing from its maw toward the despot.

The flames were met with a rising wall of hardened ice. Unlike the earlier ice spears, these resisted the fire of the phoenix, before the wall of ice shattered and exploded into hundreds of ice shards, all aimed for Rovagug. The phoenix tucked its wings in to avoid as many of the projectiles as it could, but as it cleared through the storm of ice shards, it was greeted on the other side by the Lord of Sheol's frozen wind that she exhaled from her mouth. Rovagug felt his flaming phoenix body begin to burn out and be extinguished, yet he refused to give in so easily. With a final roar, the fires of the phoenix ignited into a brilliant blaze that pushed back the cold winds, and Rovagug struck into Persephone at full force. The fiery talons and beak of the phoenix raked into her, and unlike every prior attack, these cut through her skin. Persephone felt the heat and the pain that came from the strikes, and realizing his foe was not unstoppable, Rovagug's phoenix form clenched its talons tight around Persephone's body and enveloped her with its wings, to crush and cook her alive.

And then, it all went wrong for Rovagug.

From the wounds gouged into Persephone, spilled forth a blackened blood, one much darker and more viscous than Belphor's own. The blood burned and melted away at the phoenix, not just as its talons, but at its beak and entire body. The horrendous pain was too much for Rovagug, and with an agonized grunt, he let go of Persephone. As Persephone landed on her feet, she watched as the phoenix crashed and tumbled to the ground. The flames that made its body withered away, and left Rovagug exposed, writhing on the ground as the black blood ate away at his armor and body.

“Goodbye, Rovagug.” Persephone said as she walked toward the downed warrior. Twin frozen blades formed across her arms. “Despite all your valor and bluster, you made the cardinal si-”

She stopped, but not of her own violation. A sickening pain consumed Persephone's body, and she felt her body become immobilized. Only her eyes could move, and they shifted to Nyvanna, who had her staff aimed toward the Lord of Sheol. Watered down black blood dripped from Persephone's wounds, and it took every bit of power Persephone had to not collapse in utter agony. “Nyvanna...” She managed to gasp out. “Why... Are you... defying me as... well? I have... everything... you need...”

The druid shook her head as she stepped between Persephone and Rovagug's body. “Your soul is rotten. No, something is nested in it, something unholy. Whatever knowledge you hold, whatever you could give me, is not worth the evil that lurks in your heart. Nor is it worth the loss of my pack.”

“Evil?” Persephone snapped. Despite the spell Nyvanna had over her, she began to move forward, one slow step at a time. The druid's eyes widened as Persephone's movement became as if she were unaffected at all, and the blades that covered her hands extended even further out. “Nyvanna, I am not evil. Come to my side, please. Together, we can make Sheol a perfe-”

She never got to finish her statement. In that moment, Nyvanna slammed her staff down into the earth, and a plume of dust and smoke filled the chamber. Persephone swung her hand through the smoke to scatter it away, but within was nothing. Nyvanna, and Rovagug, were no longer present. All Persephone had for company were corpses and a dumbstruck Karzahni, too silent to even speak.


Persephone as well was at a loss for words. She could only stare out at the void where Nyvanna and Rovagug had once been. Why... Why had she... rejected her? She had promised her everything during their adventure: Knowledge, power, research, everything Nyvanna could ever ask for and more. And yet... she had been betrayed, left abandoned in favor of her teammates.

“A poor choice, Persy. Whoever taught you how to make friends sucked a-”

Those were the last words D'aon ever spoke to Persephone. The handsome man's head was run through by an ice blade from top to bottom, and likewise severed by the second blade. All four pieces of D'aon's head tumbled down to the ground.

“Karzahni, I have something for you to do.”

From his hiding place, the dragon runt poked his head out. “Y-yes, Persephone?”

“I am your new lord and master. I am Sheol's new lord and master.” Persephone proclaimed as she turned to face Karzahni. “Tell the armed forces that I am in control now, and they are to track down each and every member of the Resistance and bring them to me. If they resist, kill them. And send an elite squad to locate and hunt down Korraz and anyone else who was affiliated or associated with Belphor. And scour the Oni villages to see if there is an albino child with two horns in any of them. If so, kill the child. I want no loose ends left to ruin my rule. And any spilled blood that you suspect may belong to Nyvanna, collect it and bring it to me.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Persephone!” Karzahni gulped. “As you wish.”

Persephone turned back to the throne and took her seat once more in it. Rovagug was right. It was painful on her rear to sit in this throne. She would have to remodel and alter it to better suit her build. “This will mark a new age for Sheol. No longer will this realm be torn apart by wars and in-fighting. There will be peace, an eternal peace in this land. One only I can bring to it.”


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Nichelle was fighting for her life. Even with the ninja's blessing, the frothing maddened form of Persephone that bore down upon her was unlike any kind of foe she had ever faced, unrivaled in ferocity and recklessness, but also precise and calculating. Each and every strike she tried to make toward Persephone, the Lord of Sheol would either power through with her own Feldite blade and push her back, or suddenly jerk to the side at the last second and try to strike from a blind spot. It took everything Nichelle had to simply keep Persephone in her line of sight and not be struck by an attack she couldn't respond to.

If Persephone had realized that her earlier swing had not only missed its intended target, but also did nothing to Raspaganje, she made no indication of such. Her focus was only upon Nichelle, and Nichelle knew that. She could see Yzazil send the Ninjas off to deal with Raspaganje, yet she couldn't properly disengage from her current foe or else risk a lethal wound. The black blade stabbed forward, a little lower than usual, likely Persephones' attempt to predict a duck beneath. Instead, Nichelle leaped up and over the blade, and tried to swing both of her blades down upon Persephone.

Something grabbed at her leg, and Nichelle found herself slammed upon the ground, her leap cut short. Several blackened chains had sprouted from the pools of blood that dripped from Persephone and had wrapped around Nichelle's legs and torso. Another chain fired up and constricted around her arms, rendering the girl immobile. Just as Persephone wanted. Nichelle tried to roll away as Persephone came down upon her, but her range of movement was too shallow. The heel of Persephone's boot dug into Nichelle's stomach, and her elbow into the bio-weapon's throat. The unbroken half of Persephone's face twisted into a grin as she looked down at the helpless and pained Nichelle.

"You really are a mockery of her. Only once have I seen a face on the original that came anywhere near close to how you feel... Only once." She hissed. "and it sickens me to see that. I should put you out of your misery..." She readied the Feldite blade, and prepared to plunge it down into Nichelle's chest.

"And how... will that... make a better Sheol?" Nichelle wheezed out. An idea was forming in her mind, but it struggled just to speak. "Isn't that what you claimed you are doing? Bringing peace to Sheol and a perfect kingdom? How is killing me... accomplishing that? Why not... Tengri and that monster in the sky? The one... right there."

The blade stopped almost as soon as it began to move. Persephone's face turned to one of confusion at Nichelle's words. She looked up at the form of Raspaganje, then back at Nichelle. "An llusion of yours, a trick of the light-"

"She isn't lying!" Crigan's voice cut in. The God of Death had been immobilized in his own chained encapturement, a witness to everything that unfolded around him. Now that the battlefield had become far less crowded, he called out to Persephone. "What you are doing is anything but ensuring peace to Sheol. You're no more than a mad animal, lashing out angrily at the world. The Persephone I knew never acted in such a way. She was haughty, arrogant, believing in her own superiority, but she never acted like a rabid brat. And even she believed in that dream of yours, of a truly perfect universe, one with no pain and suffering. While the means are wrong, what you desire isn't. Are you ready to remember that dream you have forgotten, Persephone? Or have you forsaken it entirely to burn everything around you to the ground? You are a shadow of the woman who ruled Sheol for centuries."

Persephone was at a loss for words. She looked down at her Feldite blade. She looked over at Project Titan, who had become unfrozen after the angel had been warped away. She saw Minos appear up on the roof with them, and turn to face her. Persephone looked at herself, looked inward at herself, and for the first time, openly began to doubt herself. What... What was she doing? What was this accomplishing? This clone was not her enemy. Yzazil, though a god, was not her enemy... She had far bigger fish to be worried about than them...

What... What was she truly doing?
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Evron grunted in surprise from not only the sudden increase in overall strength flowing through his veins, but also from being pulled upward against his will. Yzazil's words hit him like a train, whilst Dante only nodded with fierce determination at the judgement god.

"We promise, Yzazil, we won't fail you... We won't fail any of you; you have our word." Dante responded, as the angel floated beside him and allowed for the guardian to mount it. All they needed now was Evron...

The brash ninja stared at Yzazil in a mixture of disbelief, yet begrudging understanding, for as much as he truly wished to help the latter in his battle here, Yzazil was ultimately right... He was absolutely right. The fate of the entire multiverse now rested in the hands of the ninjas, and if they didn't act quickly, then...

After several moments, Evron relented with a sharp nod of his own and ascended to meet up with his brother, and his companion. But, his eyes were still glued onto Yzazil's ethereal form, and he pointed a sharp finger towards him. "Don't die here, you understand? Don't you dare fucking die on me, not to these chumps! You win... You kick their asses, and you WIN!" Evron commanded the ancient being. Then, as he went to turn his back on Yzazil, he paused for but a moment, glanced over his shoulder, and murmured softly, "You're family now, remember that."

Without another word uttered to him, Evron looked to Dante sat atop the angel, the former giving him a loving nod. "Ready?" Dante asked and extended his hand.

Evron casted a searing leer up at Raspaganje, before going to take his brother's invitation, and hopped onto the angel's back behind Dante. "... Let's go kill that son-of-a-bitch."

And then, in a sea of light, the trio exploded into the sky like the fastest rocket that Sheol had ever witnessed. The rate at which they ascended, the amount of distance that they covered in no time at all was staggering, only beaten by the likes of Daeva herself. In a show of gracefulness, the angel, as if on rails, maneuvered through the sea of debris like it wasn't even there. Twisting, turning, and flipping over all of it, the divine entity was already nearly out of it, until, with a mental note from Dante, the angel came to rest atop a large rocky structure. The two ninjas jumped off and took a place in front of their larger friend. Raspaganje wasn't far now, evident by his vastness seeming to have grown even larger. The amount of power, the ungodly levels of energy that he wielded...

"He's staggering..." Evron gasped. It wasn't so much fear that he felt, but amazement in the presence of the black star. He truly was, for all intents and purposes, endless. Which, in turn, gave Evron even more desire to destroy every last piece of him.

Dante could only nod in agreement at his brother's statement. The former had lived for so long, had seen so many different things, witnessed whole civilizations come and go to the point where it had become normal. He slayed many a god, countless tyrants, despots, stopped entire wars in a few hours, and took part in more "multiverse ending" events than he could count. But Raspaganje was something different, something new. Dante could even say to an extent that Suketh, as powerful as he was, wasn't anything TOO out of the ordinary by comparison, and his siblings would likely agree. Raspaganje was an anomaly, the truest definition of "blight" that ever existed. He was a parasite, and one that would require something a bit more than what the ninjas themselves even offered. That time, that moment... Was nearly upon them.

The Celestial Angel sat in quiet contemplation whilst Dante relinquished his angel form and returned to his normal self. Emerald green eyes found ruby red ones as the brotherly duo came to a silent, psychic understanding. They both knew what had to be done, and while Dante still hadn't fully revealed to Evron what exactly this "key to victory" was, he trusted him, trusted that he knew what he was doing and where he would be leading them to.

"So..." Evron crossed his arms and motioned towards Raspaganje, "You ready to show this asshole the door, permanently?"

Dante shook his head, "Not yet."

Evron furrowed his brow, "Well what's the hold up?"

He smiled softly, "Half of us still aren't here yet."

The fiery ninja felt a wide grin stretch along his lips, “Let’s get the gang back together then!”

Dante then turned to the angel, eyes glowing brightly. “Angie, will you grab Ubel and Daeva for me?” He requested.

With a pleasant sounding coo, the Celestial Angel responded by spreading its wings, extending its head and neck upward, and cast an all encompassing white light from its eyes. It spread far and wide in no time at all, filtering throughout the splintered multiverse like the waves of an ocean, as it quickly went to retrieve the other ninjas.

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Ubel shouted in frustration. This close, he was THIS close to finally putting an end to Tengri's fell reign, but had managed to miss by a hair. And now, as he stared down the barrel of rolling power from the mad god's great machine, he could only brace for impact and hope that both his strength, as well as Hellbane's would be enough to stop it. A full frontal assault from the Machine of Unmaking... Ubel was praying deep down.

Suddenly, before the might of Tengri could strike, Ubel found himself now instead back on the surface of Tengri’s ship. He looked down at himself, confused and shocked, evident by him patting down his person just to make sure everything was in place. Aside from a few burns, he was otherwise in good shape.

“What the-” Ubel started to ask, but once he felt the familiar rumblings of one large being echo behind him, he turned around to find his answer. Korraz and Hod met his gaze with friendly ones of their own, and the ninja’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“By the gods, you have no idea how glad I am to see the two of you!” Ubel greeted joyfully. “Thanks for the save by the way, Hod; if you hadn’t come when you did, I would’ve gotten A LOT more than just a bad tan. How many I owe you’s am I up to now? Doesn’t matter, there’ll be plenty of tea and cookies for you both once this is all over.”

With that, Ubel whipped around to look where Tengri was currently, and cracked his neck. “Alright Hod, Koko Puff, let’s end this once and for-”

Out of nowhere, the ninja was surrounded entirely by a divine white light. Time around him had appeared to slow just enough where everything was notably 'sluggish' as a result. Ubel was understandably confused by this foreign energy, and while its arrival was cause for immediate concern, he soon felt almost comforted by its presence. It was friendly, that much he could gather... But where had it come from? Before he could attempt to figure such out, Ubel was promptly whisked away from view. When the light finally died down, the mad god’s tenacious rival was gone, leaving him to face down the wrath of a completely serious Korraz on his own.

One down, one more to go.

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Back in the Realm of the Ninja...


Daeva’s mind was running even faster than usual upon that revelation, enough to where she was having some legitimate trouble in trying to wrap her head around it. He did what he did… He stayed away and out of their lives for so long… In order to protect them? To protect their home? Her brow furrowed, she massaged a budding headache along the side of her head.

“Uncle…” Daeva looked him in the eyes, “I…” Yet, before she could really say anything, something caught her eye.

With as large and painfully bright as Raspaganje was, Daeva couldn't help but immediately notice how obnoxiously bright the sky had gotten. It was like the sun had decided to just explode out of nowhere, which would've totally ruined her perfectly layered complexion for a week! But there also the other matter, the one that was actually far more pressing: Raspaganje was up there flaunting his strength like an oversized ape. And worse yet, he was making a real mess of reality itself, which wasn't good in the slightest.

Daeva's focus had now switched entirely to going up and confronting the giant, festering mass in the sky.

“Hmph, looks like we’ll have to finish this little convo later, uncie. But don’t worry,” She shot a finger gun at him, “I won’t hold it against yo-”

In a flash of white, the youngest guardian disappeared with not a trace of her left behind. A higher power was already one step ahead of her.

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Aphrodite knelt to give Uquillious a proper warm hug. "It's so nice to see the both of you again!" She greeted before looking up at Manny with a faux frown. "But what's this about Manny not letting you see the kids, huh?"

Manny pursed his lips and gave a little grunt in response. "Because, these two living megaphones would wake them up, and the entire hospital!" He retorted with a huff.

"Ohh, I think they'd behave themselves just fine. Besides, I'm sure the kids would enjoy seeing them around when they woke up."

The exhausted Yakuza still wasn't fully convinced, and was about to make another point... Until light, radiant in its viscosity, poured into the entire medical wing. In fact, the whole of the estate was bathed in it, consumed by its overwhelming luster. A booming and thunderous howl shook the Realm of the Ninja to its foundation, waking every last patient currently being treated, and displacing hundreds if not thousands of Yakuza from their current places. Aphrodite instinctively put herself between the Quatheral to protect them, while both her and Manny darted their heads every which way to locate the source of that horrible sound. For several moments it remained, pounding the eardrums of all present.

Even Piccolo, whom had since found a perch high atop one of the mountains in the far distance, could only stare up at the sky in utter bewilderment and horror from the sight he witnessed. His mouth agape, the Namekian could only mutter the shaky phrase of, "Wha-What the hell... Is that?!" He could do nothing more than gawk at the sight of Raspaganje, and all around him, the multiverse shattering to pieces before his very eyes. His home, his friends... Piccolo could only hope and pray that they were alright.

"Goku, Krillin, Gohan... Please be alright. Everyone... Please be alive!" He grimaced to himself.

Wherever the ninjas were, he hoped for the life of him that they could win against this... Whatever it was.

Eventually, the noise finally ceased, and left the ninja realm awash with a tense silence. Aphrodite and Manny looked at each other, the latter's eyes wide like dinner plates. "What the hell was that, Aphrodite? Have we-" He paused for a second, his voice low and hurried. "Have we been attacked again?!"

The goddess shook her head, "I don't know... But I plan on finding out. Wait here with the Quatheral, would you?"

Manny gave a thumbs up, "You got it, lady; go show em' whose boss."

Aphrodite smiled briefly and went to regard the others with a loving expression. "Okay guys, I need to go and help with whatever's going on out there. You all have been so incredibly brave and resilient in the face of danger, danger that none of you deserved to be a part of. But, I promise, with everything I have... I promise that I will always protect you, no matter what." She said with all of the sincerity as her body could muster, and reached out with her hand to place it on Cthelee's fluffy chest. "You have my heart, all of you."

With that, the love goddess rose to her full height and hurried to the nearest exit, with not a clue of what awaited her beyond those doors.

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When she got outside, Aphrodite was met with a massive crowd of fellow Yakuza who were all staring wide eyed up at the sky. Following their gazes, she instantly found the source of their utter shock, and felt a shiver run down the length of her spine. A being of nigh endless power, inescapable terror, and indescribable evil was there just... Suspended in the air as if on a wire. It was one of the most unsettling images that Aphrodite had ever seen; a winged fiend, the purest form of a demon that may have ever existed outside of Lucifer himself.

"By the gods..." Was all she could muster.

"Lady Aphrodite," An elderly man beside of her spoke, "what is that monster?"

"I don't know, Raphael... I don't know."

"Whatever it is, I hope the ninjas can deal with it, and fast." A deep voice stated to her right.

Aphrodite looked over to find the towering form of, "Piccolo..." She said with a little surprise.

"Lady." He nodded with a smile. "What's the plan here? We can't just sit idly by and do nothing."

"You're right... Hold on, let me see if I can reach Dante."

The goddess focused her mind onto only finding where Dante currently resided, and once she grabbed his energy signature, she called to him. "Dante, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear honey, are you okay?" The Ninja Prime instantly replied.

An audible sigh escaped Aphrodite's lips as she felt several tons of weight just lift away from her shoulders. After both Dante and Evron disappeared with no trace of them left behind, to say that Aphrodite was worried would have been the understatement of the century. Hearing his voice flow like the smoothest of silk through her mind was absolute music to her ears. She couldn't let herself swoon for too long, though; there were several pressing matters that needed attending.

"I'm fine, dear, are you alright? Where are you?" Aphrodite inquired.

"I'm okay, don't worry. I'm standing on some random piece of debris with Evron and Angie, and we're waiting for Ubel and Daeva to get here before we go to face Raspaganje."

"Thank the gods... I was worried sick when both you and Evron just up and disappeared." She said, messaging her forehead. "So, I'm assuming Raspaganje is the name of the giant dragon in the sky?"

"Mhm, the situation up here is bad, dovey... Real bad. How are things looking back there, is everyone else okay?"

"So far so good, all of our wounded are getting treated pretty fast, thankfully. But Dante listen, I'm standing here with a new ally of ours, his name is Piccolo, and he wants to help in whatever way he can. What can we do? Where can we go?"

"Well first tell Piccolo I really appreciate it, and, if the two of you want, Yzazil and Nichelle could use some help. They're in Sheol right now fighting with Persephone and some of her lackeys, and Raspaganje's new army. I'm worried that they'll be overwhelmed before long if something doesn't change." Dante stated grimly.

Aphrodite nodded, "Then that's exactly where we're headed. Will you send me the location please?"

"Sending it now, and hun?"

"Yeah?"

"You guys be careful, okay?"

"We will, just promise me you'll do the same?"

"I promise. Hey, Ubie and Peri just got here, so we're about to head out. We'll see you guys soon, alright? I love you."

Aphrodite smiled to herself, "I love you too."

With that, their psychic link was cut, and the goddess returned her attention to the awaiting Piccolo.

"What's the situation?" He asked.

"Well, Dante said that if you're ready and willing, then you and I should go and help out Yzazil and Nichelle in the city of Sheol. That's where Persephone and a few others are currently holed up, and with how powerful she's become, we'll need to get there fast."

Piccolo smirked, "Hmph!" He scoffed before reaching up to remove his turbine and set it neatly to the ground. Then, grabbing a handful of his cloak, the Namekian stripped it off of his muscular form and tossed it down. "Tell his majesty I'm always ready!"

With a little snicker, Aphrodite nodded determinedly. "Well then, we'd better get going." She acknowledged and prepared to create a portal for them.

"Good luck you two!" A familiar voice stopped her.

Both Aphrodite and Piccolo turned around to see the three standing forms of Vale, Alexei, and Hayden, all dressed up, but exhaustion permeated their faces. Aphrodite's eyebrows raised at the sight of them. "Kids?" She said in surprise. "What are you guys doing up?" But, after taking a moment to think about it, she mentally smacked herself on the forehead. "Sorry, that was a dumb question. But the three of you should be resting."

They all shook their heads, but Vale was the one to speak up first. "We know, Lady, and we will. We just... Wanted to see you both off, that's all." She stated innocently.

Alexei nodded, "Don't worry, we're not here to convince you to let us tag along; we know we're not ready for the likes of Persephone, or... Whatever that is in the sky."

"Yeah, but we will be eventually, you'd better believe it!" Hayden declared confidently with a raised fist. The swelling and bruising around his nose was almost fully healed now, and really, outside of a few scratches and dings, all three of them were looking considerably better.

"The Night Owls won't go down that easily." Vale grinned fiercely. "You can count on it."

Aphrodite could only smile with a great feeling of pride; even Piccolo cracked a half smile. He may have only known these kids for less than a day, but he admired their determination and tenacity. As far as he was concerned, they would be just fine. The sterling haired woman looked satisfied by their conclusion, and a little amused from their new team name. A part of Aphrodite had feared that they would have indeed tried to come. But, for them to recognize the situation as something that was currently beyond their capabilities, yet held a strong belief that they would all one day get stronger together? Well, that showed a level of maturity that absolutely impressed her.

So, Aphrodite genuinely meant it when she said, "Dante would be so proud of you three."

The look of appreciation in their faces was truly adorable, and it made the goddess's heart melt like butter. They bowed to her.

"Thank you, ma'am!" They said in unison.

With one final smile, Aphrodite turned to Piccolo. "Ready?"

He nodded, "Ready."

As such, in a quick flash of electric energy, Aphrodite assumed her thunder goddess form, armed with Bow Olympia strapped to her back, and her clenched in hand. The large crowd stepped away to give the two beings space, allowing for Aphrodite to offer up her hand for Piccolo to take, in which he did. Before they embarked, the same Yakuza elder, Raphael, gave them a bow.

"May the goddess, lady Aphrodite, and Namekian Piccolo be safe on their journey." He prayed.

"Let them find success from their trial of fire, and return home no worse for wear!" Another woman said.

Piccolo smiled at the crowd before glancing over at his battle partner. "Your people remind me of my own in a lot of ways. You should be proud." He complimented.

Aphrodite nodded, "That I very much am." She then regarded the crowd with a loving expression, "We will return safe and sound, as well as the ninjas, I give you all my word." She assured.

With that, with another flash of lightning, she and Piccolo were gone, off to partake in a war that stretched across all of reality.

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"I promise. Hey, Ubie and Peri just got here, so we're about to head out. We'll see you guys soon, alright? I love you." Dante cut the link between he and Aphrodite, and he watched as sure enough, both Ubel and Daeva appeared on the rocky platform in flashes of light.

"Heh, finally." Evron mused, crossing his arms.

Daeva was... Confused, to say the least. One moment she was standing outside her house, and the next, she was... Somewhere cold and rocky, and staring down the barrel of...

"What the hell?!" She exclaimed as she ogled the now much, much larger form of Raspaganje looming in front of her. "How did I get here in front of this ugly prick?! I wasn't ready to go yet, I was still finishing my perfectly crafted clever sentence! What- Wait, Ubel?!"

Stood a few foot in front of her, Ubel was having the same reaction as his little sister, albeit a tad less animated. How had he gotten here, and where exactly WAS here? He whirled around from hearing Daeva's voice, and became even more bewildered after seeing her. "P-Peri? What are you doing here? How did-"

"Sorry for the abrupt taxi service, but we didn't have a lot of time." Dante called from behind.

Both ninjas turned on a dime to see that Dante and Evron were just casually standing there, waving at them. And, behind them was... Another entity entirely, one that neither Daeva nor Ubel recognized, but weren't threatened in the slightest by. Whoever or whatever they were, they were seriously breathtaking. But, their identity would have to wait for now; the siblings still hadn't officially reunited yet.

“Dante, Evron!!!” Daeva screamed and sprinted to give both of them a simultaneous bear hug that nearly squeezed the life out of them. Ubel soon joined in the familial reunification with a giant hug of his own.

“Thank the gods you two are okay!” He said in pure relief.

“We were so worried!” Daeva followed up before she pulled away from them, reached up with both of her hands to grab Dante and Evron’s cheeks, and pinched them to hell. “Don’t you dare do that again!”

“OW OWWW!” Dante exclaimed.

“Don’t do what again?!” Evron demanded through grimaced teeth.

“Disappear on us, you scarlet dumbass! Promise me you won’t do it again!”

“OKAY, OKAY!” Dante quickly yielded.

“We promise!!!” Evron soon followed suit.

Satisfied, Daeva relinquished her vice grip on their faces, which immediately caused for them to turn as red as a tomato on in the area where her fingers were. Dante massaged his poor cheek with a low groan, and Evron did the same. With a devious smirk, Daeva turned to look for Ubel, and found him facing away from the group to stare idly at the Star of Calamity.

Dante noticed as well and went to join him. “Ubie…” He muttered.

Ubel nodded to acknowledge his presence. “So… That’s Raspaganje?” He asked rhetorically.

“Yeah…” Evron replied, before pulling out a cigar, lit it, and raised it to his lips to puff out one big cloud of vapor. “That’s him.”

“Looks like I can finally put a face to a voice.” Daeva casually remarked, granting looks of confusion from her brothers. She shrugged, “He and I had a little conversation when I was aboard blueberry’s ship. He even found my hairbrush with the golden handle, but then took it away again! The prick.”

“Yeah, he tried to get me to join forces with him when me and Dante were locked up.” Evron replied.

Dante shot him a look of shock, “Wait, what?!”

Evron held his hands up innocently. “I turned it down, obviously. No need to get your panties tighter than they already are, Em.”

“Look, none of that matters now, alright? What matters is that we destroy him, for good.” Dante retorted

“Alright then,” Ubel slapped Evron on the back, “what’s the plan?”

Evron smirked, “I’m glad you asked, dearest little brother.” He replied, mushing Ubel in the face. “While you and Peri were getting shipped over here by our big, angelic friend, I went ahead and came up with one already.”

Daeva raised an eyebrow, “We got here in like, a few seconds.”

“I work fast. Now, I took it upon myself to do a little research on the big asshole, or, as much research as I could, really. Aside from a handful of ancient manuscripts that are nearly lost to time, and a few accounts that may or may not be trustworthy, I’m leaning towards the latter… There’s pretty much nothing substantial in the records about Raspaganje.” Evron said.

Ubel crossed his arms, “Well, what little bit did you learn?”

“The only consistent piece of info across it all were murmurings about how the, ‘Star of Calamity’, is from a place that sits outside of the known multiverse.”

“Wait, ‘outside of’?” Daeva parroted. “How’s that possible? The only ‘real’ way that someone could theoretically escape from the multiverse is if they had Hyper Omega, and even that’s just a rumored state, an old legend that Mom used to tell me about!”

“See, we thought so too,” Dante nodded, “but if what these accords say is true, then Raspaganje is indeed tethered to a place outside the multiverse.”

“That must be why he’s never been seen nor really heard of until recently.” Ubel supported, angst crossing his face. “The Machine of Unmaking… It was never a weapon at all.”

“It was just a big key to let Raspy out of his cage.” Daeva finished, visibly shuddering.

Ubel looked at Evron, “So, about that plan of yours…”

He nodded, “Well, since we now know, or at least have an idea that Raspaganje is tethered to another place, we could use that against him. With as much energy that’s probably being funneled into him from both our reality and his, if we can somehow overload his body with enough power from both… BOOM.” Evron made an explosion with his hands. “There’s only so much energy that a battery can hold before it gets overwhelmed, even for one as fucking big as him.”

Daeva paced back in forth in a tiny little area, hands on her hips. “That’s a loooooot of energy to push out, even for us… But I like it, your plan I mean, Rube. Not the whole ‘pushing out a ton of energy’ thing, which sounds pretty wrong when you think about it, right? I mean, that’s such a weird way to put it-”

“I… Like the plan too, Peri.” Ubel interrupted her, before glancing again at Evron. “But, what if for some reason it doesn’t work?”

“… Then we fall back on Em’s plan, and hold out for as long as we can until this, ‘key’ shows up.” Evron replied.

Daeva and Ubel then turned to Dante, whom had been fairly quiet for the most part. “Dante… Do you really think that it’ll show?” Daeva inquired.

Dante nodded without hesitation. “I know it will.”

There was an air of silence afterwards, the siblings doing well to consider all of their options before setting off. There was no going back after this, so the room for any doubt and second guessing was zero. It was now or never.

Ubel rested a hand on his hip, “Well, I guess that settles then, yeah? The only question now is: when do we get started?”

Daeva held up a finger and shook it back and forth. “Uh uhh, we still have another question that needs answering first, and that’s…” She pointed right the Celestial Angel. “Who or what is that beautiful creature over there?”

The Angel, having been content with silently watching in amusement as the siblings bantered amongst themselves, perked up at Daeva’s mentioning of it. Rising to its feet, the being looked to Dante for him to do the explaining.

Dante laughed brightly, “Oh! I’m sorry guys, where are my manners?” He apologized, blushing. He walked over to the Celestial Angel and rubbed the side of its neck. “Ubel, Daeva, this is the Celestial Angel, or Angie for short… It used to be the demon…”

Ubel and Daeva's jaws absolutely dropped to the floor, their eyes bigger than saucers. "Wait, WAS the demon?!" The former parroted. "So, does that mean..."

Dante nodded as a shaky grin crossed his lips; he was starting to get emotional just thinking about it. "Dad doesn't control me... Us, anymore." He declared while a single tear rolled down his cheek. The Angel used the tip of its wing to gently wipe the tiny droplet away, cooing a soft reassurance.

Seeing one of her brothers cry, even slightly, would always bring the waterworks out of Daeva. Sure enough, the moment she saw that one tear trail down Dante's face, she was already welling up. She hugged him tightly around his waist, nestling her head into his chest. "Mom would be so, so proud of you." She lovingly murmured.

Dante gave Daeva a peck on the top of her head, and squeezed her back. He really needed to keep it together in a moment like this, but Daeva's statement was making it pretty difficult. "She would be proud of all of us." He replied, and looked at Evron and Ubel. "Of who we've become, and what we've done. Wherever she is, I just know that she's looking down at us and smiling."

Evron chuckled softly, "She's probably laughing her ass off too from all the fuck ups we've had over the years. Mom was super sweet, but she wouldn't hesitate to roast our assess whenever we did something stupid."

"Aww, that's probably where you got your loveable douche-baggery from!" Ubel taunted with a sly grin, causing for Evron to shoot him the bird.

"You've still never told me what a douche bag actually is, you dick." He threw back.

Ubel winked and stuck his tongue out. "That's for me to know, bro."

Finally, Daeva separated from Dante and dried her tears, laughing from the banter between Ubel and Evron. After giving the black haired ninja a loving smile, she turned her gaze over to the Celestial Angel, whom met her eyes with a warm expression of its own. "How are you so freaking beautiful?" Daeva asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

The being, appreciative of the compliment, responded in kind with a brief flashing of its eyes; it wished to give both Daeva, and Ubel a gift. When the light died down, Daeva instantly found herself wrapped up tight in her armor, now fully repaired and gleaming in pristine condition. The sweet cherry on top, it was completed with Swift Redemption, her blade that Tengri had destroyed, holstered to her hip in its scabbard. And for Ubel, the damages to his own armor caused from his fight with Tengri were also fully repaired.

"WOOOAAAAAH..." Daeva gasped while looking herself over. She clenched her fists, punched and kicked the air, darted around where she was, and used her sword to jab and slice at the air with perfect proficiency. "I'm back, baby I'm BACK! Thanks so much, Angie!"

"Yeah..." Ubel trailed off as he also looked himself over, smiling in satisfaction, and gave the entity a thankful bow. "Thank you for this, Angie, really."

The Angel bowed its head in a sign of, "you're welcome", and did a final look over on Dante, before deconstructing into wisps of ethereal energy that funneled into his body. The Ninja Prime smiled, before turning his attention to the others. "Come on, everyone fall in." He said and held out his hand. His siblings promptly responded by forming a little circle, and put one of theirs in the middle, and overtop each other's.

"So, before we finally do this... Does anyone wanna say a few words?" Dante inquired.

At first, there was only silence, an air of tenseness not from each other, but from the situation at hand. It was real now, no more jokes, no more procrastinating... This was it. Tiamat had brought them into this reality for a reason, and what the siblings were up against now was the biggest reason of them all. The multiverse was theirs to defend, and with that fact, Ubel was the one to finally break the silence.

"No matter what challenges the multiverse throws our way," He looked amongst his siblings as he recited this, "no matter if our allies turn against us, and no matter if everyone in existence becomes our enemy... We will fight like we always have, and protect those who can't protect themselves."

Dante grinned and continued from there. "Because we are ninjas: The Guardians of the Multiverse, and protectors of all. We will never forsake the innocent, we will never turn away from the weak, and we will fight with all of our resolve. Always."

Daeva nodded, "It's our duty and our choice."

And, the three of them looked to Evron to finish it. He looked each of them in the eye, took a moment of pause, and declared with absolute assertion...

"It's our promise."

Contented, Dante turned his head to off towards where the Calamitous Star, and his progeny still loomed. “We’re far enough away to not cause any damage.” He remarked, then turned back to the others. “It’s about time that we held nothing back, left it all on the table, just this once. But, that also means you guys are gonna have to push as hard as you can to break your limits, alright? You can do this, I know you can. Ready?”

His siblings all nodded firmly. Evron, in particular, was even grinning excitedly about it.

“Music to my ears… Hell yes I’m ready!” He exclaimed.

With a final, and wordless nod between them, the ninjas closed their eyes to focus on properly channeling their Ki. Building it and stacking it like layers, their control over their power was masterfully efficient. In no time whatsoever, all four ninjas had increased their energy levels tenfold, and it was only ascending more by the second. Radiant gold, electrifying red, elegant violet, and flawless blue all intermixed together, casting the whole area around for miles in a spectacular light show. As they began to reach the zenith of their power, Dante told them to keep going, to break down those walls.

“Don’t stop, keep pushing! I know you all have more left in you; shatter that barrier!” He yelled.

Dante, having already done so previously, was the first of them to break his own limits yet again. With an intense and blinding glow, Dante's Ki erupted from his body in the form of a great pillar of light, expanding across the city of Sheol below, as high as the ninjas were above it. His power continued to rise at an incredible rate, further beyond what his siblings had ever felt before. Moments later, the massive amount of Ki plunged downward at a rapid pace and funneled back into Dante as he absorbed every bit of it. Finally, the end result was such: Dante's entire body was surrounded by a radiant, and golden aura, with traces of it flowing through his hair, and his eyes awash completely in the same color. This was Dante at his best, his fullest potential. The shackles were set free, and nothing was held back.

Soon after, not one to play second fiddle to his older sibling, Evron roared with godly fury as he was surrounded by a jagged, aggressive, and electrifying mass of reddened Ki. He didn’t just shatter his limits, he viciously tore them apart and burned the remains. He stood there, fists balled tight, eyes completely enveloped by glowing redness, and energy visibly circulating through his exposed face. His hair flowed outwardly and glowed red as well. And then, a cocky smirk found itself on Evron’s lips; he didn’t know that he had this in him, but he liked it.

Ubel joined in seconds later as the violet highlights in his hair glowed brightly, as well as even the scar over his right eye. Teeth clenched, the largest ninja released a passionate cry that echoed across the galaxy. His motivations were fueled solely by his drive to protect his family, his friends, and the families of countless others across existence.

Molly…” Ubel suddenly called to the girl, “If you can hear me… I believe in you, I’ve always believed in you. Stand, Molls… Stand and fight!

As he ended his message, so too did Ubel make it over his own personal barrier, and was surrounded by lavender Ki. He ogled at his hands, opening and closing them to test, and came away satisfied. He gave Dante a silent, appreciative nod. He never knew that this kind of power had laid dormant inside of himself, and he only had the former to thank for helping to awaken it.

Daeva was uncharacteristically the last, yet it ultimately didn’t matter. Bright blue lines traced elegantly along the curves of her body, and also formed into small symbols of Yakuza text right behind her eyes. Her energy surrounded her like a torrential storm, billowing with immensity. In her mind, Daeva thought of Tiamat, and how she would see her again one day. She thought of her siblings and how dearly she loved them. She thought of her only sister, Aphrodite, and how many times the latter had been there for her. And… Daeva thought of Fray. For while she’d only known her for very little, Daeva was now absolutely confident in saying that Fray was her best friend.

Fraybird… Don’t you die on me, yeah? I… I love you, and I’ll see you soon.” She called to her.

With that, the Ninjas, the Guardians stood together, empowered to levels that, together, were now even higher than the late Osirian god himself. These were Tiamat’s greatest creations fully unleashed.

They exchanged a few wordless nods of approval, but before they finally embarked… Dante had a few words of his own say, but not to his fellow ninjas.

“Heroes across dimensions, hear me!” Dante’s voice carried across the multiverse for all to hear, all to listen.


Back in the Realm of the Ninja, every single Yakuza, and every last Fae, all gathered outside of the estate to hear their leader speak. The Night Owls especially listened with utmost intent.

Across reality, countless civilizations stopped what they were doing to stand and listen to the Ninja Prime, seeing the absolutely brilliant display of power from the four guardians cascading over their skies.


“The multiverse is in need of our help; evil from all stretches of reality is trying to tear down what the original deities have built, what they’ve established, and what WE ALL have worked tirelessly to protect! Whole generations lost, families displaced, and eons of history threatened to be destroyed, because of the selfish, senseless, and vile actions of those who are corrupted by darkness.”


Aphrodite and Piccolo finally arrived on the outskirts of the war torn Sheol, and were immediately met by chaos. Off near what was sure to be Persephone’s castle, a battle between gods and super powered beings ensued. While in the heart of the city, creatures of unholy creation were quickly and surely beginning to overrun it by the tens of thousands. They must have been just some of Raspaganje’s ilk, and if something wasn’t done, Sheol wouldn’t see nightfall.

Aphrodite turned her attention on the first option: the fight between her allies, and Persephone’s forces. With her great vision, she caught sight of Yzazil engaged with a woman of whom she had never met, but could immediately sense great power from. And, at least for now, the judgement god was on the back foot.

She turned to Piccolo, “I shall go and assist Yzazil in his fight, you see what you do about defending the city.” She said assertively.

Piccolo nodded, “I’m on it… Be careful.” He replied.

The goddess smiled, “And you also, I will see you again soon.”

As such, the pair split off to go and take on their tasks at hand. All the while Aphrodite was jettisoning over to Yzazil, she listened closely to Dante’s powerful words, and could not help but to gaze occasionally at the spectacular light show occurring high above. His words… They washed over her like a warm blanket, filling her with determination, inspiration, and righteous ferocity.

Before Aram could do further damage to Yzazil, Aphrodite slammed into her side like a speeding comet, which sent the false goddess of love flying away. Aphrodite landed beside the wounded, ghostly deity, and gave him an assuring nod.

“No matter where you came from, no matter who you might have once been… Who you are, and the choices you make now are what’s important. If you believe for even a moment that the atrocities happening before you are wrong, then help us… Help us and do something about it! If you can stand, then you can fight! Fight to protect your homes, your freedom! Evil will NOT succeed on this day! Darkness won’t be allowed to torture another soul! As long as there is light, as long as goodness still remains… We WILL prevail! WE will be the ones who win this war, and take back our home! Join us, and save the multiverse!!!”


It began in the Realm of the Ninja… Vale, Hayden, and Alexei, upon Dante’s final word, started up a chant.

“Hail to the Ninjas. Long live the King!” They murmured excitedly amongst themselves. At first, it was just the three of them doing so, but as they got more and more bold, did more Yakuza join them.

“Hail to the Ninjas. Long live the King!”

Several more added their voices to the growing movement.

“Hail to the Ninjas! Long live the King!”

And, before long, the entire realm, Yakuza and Fae alike, big and small, were chanting together, singing their praises to the Guardians of the Multiverse. Vale, Hayden, Alexei, Manny, Hale, Lafayette, Raphael, Aphrodite’s students, Valbur… Everyone was engaged in the chant, a declaration that soon spanned across reality itself.

HAIL TO THE NINJAS! LONG LIVE THE KING!

HAIL TO THE NINJAS LONG LIVE THE KING!



Even in Sheol, as Aphrodite prepared to do battle with Yzazil against their foe, did she hear the chanting of her people clear as day. She could grin with a huge sensation of pride, before she too joined them.

“Hail to the Ninjas! Long live the King!” She exclaimed.

As Piccolo zoomed across the city, knee deep in rotting, undead fodder, he also engaged with the Yakuza’s chorus. He was never one to do such a thing, but with those four putting their lives on the line for everyone, and everything… He found it only fitting, whilst he tore into dozens of Raspaganje’s forces.

“Hail to the Ninjas! Long live the King!”


Civilizations across dimensions soon echoed the same message powerfully and passionately. It was as if the multiverse itself was speaking, expressing its stubbornness and bravery against the Star of Calamity.

LONG LIVE THE KING!

LONG LIVE THE KING!

LONG LIVE THE KING!!!



The ninjas heard the chorus, the incredible movement from where they were… They felt it even. So much love and support, goodness… There was still light yet across the whole of existence, and they would make sure to keep it that way. And so, as they turned their collective gaze towards Raspaganje in the far distance, they summoned forth their mighty weapons. Twin Jewels of Valor gleamed in Dante’s hands, Evron’s Neutron Sabers glowed with intensity, Hellsbane rested brilliantly on Ubel’s shoulder, and Swift Redemption was elegantly clutched in Daeva’s hand. Their helmets surrounded their faces, and Dante thrusted his bladed hand forward at the fell god.

GuardiansENGAGE!” He yelled.

The ninjas erupted from their perch, disintegrating it instantly, and surged towards Raspaganje in a column of pure, and combined energy. The light produced rivaled even that of his own, and only increased in its luster and luminescence by the second. They would not fail… They COULD NOT fail!

FOR THE MULTIVERSE!!!” The Ninjas declared, and cascaded towards their unholy enemy with no room for fear left in their hearts…
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Uquillious's tail wagged as Aphrodite hugged her. She wished she could feel that warmth all the time! She however glared at Manny when he mentioned how loud she was. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms. "Will not! You wanna know how quiet I can scream!?" She sucked in a deep breath and patted her fluffy chest. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Her 'yell' didn't even reach to Manny, and only Aphrodite could only hear it anyway. Just barley.

Cthelee winched, sensing a bright light coming within the building, he wasn't sure where it was coming from. He shut his eyes, trying to use his wings to block out the blinding light. It was so bright that he wasn't even sure if he was closing his eyes or not. It was like another nightmare to the poor bird. He accepted the comfort that Aphrodite provided. It was much needed.

Cthelee, Fiotto and Uquillious were still shaking when the event seemed to be over. Poor Cthelee's heart was still beating fast. He thought he was being bombed again like the adventure on Insectoroida with Quatheral. He opened his eyes cautiously, wiping away some tears from his eyes. He looked at his fellow Quatheral friends, making sure they were alright. Fiotto groaned a tiny bit, rubbing the side of his head. The small robot looked over back at Cthelee, who flashed him a thumbs up.

[Border]"MY! WHAT AN EVENT. I HOPE EVEYONE IS AN UNINJURED STATE."[/Border]

Markeyy nodded. "I hope everyone is safe too. We know what happened orrr?"

"Whatever it was, It sure didn't sound good.." Fiotto said with a nervous tone.

The rest of the group stopped talking and looked at Aphrodite as she spoke. Cthelee chirped when Aphrodite touched upon his chest. He looked back into her eyes, his eyes looking slightly shocked, before regaining a calm look. A smiled lightly back at her. She truly was a great person... he'd really hope that something bad wouldn't happen to her.

As Aphrodite walked out, Markeyy turned to Manny. "Sooo uhh, what can we do to help!? We gotta be able to do something!"

Uquillious nodded. "Yeah!! Yeah! Like maybe search for weakpoints in this strange entity!"

Cthelee shook his head vigorously, putting his wings in front of Uquillious and Markeyy.

"Awwww, c'mon! We caaan heeeelllp!" Uquillious whined and stomped her hooves, making more squeaking sounds.

Evoex looked over to where Aphrodite went, a deep part of him wanting to follow her. He really wanted to know if everything was okay. He quickly glitched his head over to see if anyone of the group was looking. Luckily for him, it seemed like the commotion his two 'children' were keeping Manny busy for a hot second. Wasting little time, Evoex phased through a nearby wall. Evoex almost immediately regretted it however, as this seemed to cause another one of his glitch spasms. He felt sparks of fire and electricity boil inside of his skin. His tentacle arms shriveled up, burning from his own body's temperature. Evoex then felt a wave of pure ice go through his body like a bullet, causing him to freeze in place. His whiskers whipped around, trying to escape from his body. Evoex wished he could cry. He truly did. Just to get something out.

And just like that, it was suddenly over, the pain ceased. Evoex just floated there for several seconds, trying to recollect himself. He hadn't known how long he had been out of it. He lifted up his face to the sky, his blank stare still present.

[Border]"00HDA OHH DEAR. 5HIS ISN'T G0OD!!"[/Border]

Evoex scanned over the area, trying to look where Aphrodite went. He just wanted to help stop this mess. He really did. He helped with Sutekh, and he'll do it again! Curling his tentacles up into fists, he looked around once more, this time finding Aphrodite talking with Piccolo. He started to float his way over, but was just in time to see them vanish with a strike of lightning. Normally, he would be out of hope of joining them. But.. maybe with this strange disease he was afflicted with, he can follow them to their location!

With a determined will, Evoex floated on over to where they were, soon sensing the fragments of where they teleported. Evoex stared blankly ahead of him, before turning to the crowd of Yakuza and waved.

[Border]"TAKE CAREE!! : D"[/Border]

Evoex found the coordinates to their location. With some strain, Evoex opened a tear into the glitchy void, and flew on in, eager to help out his newfound friends once more!
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Quatheral was in her chambers, looking through the posts on the net. Part of her was still hoping to see a confirmation that Fiotto and the others were okay. She still had hope.. Even if she didn't sense Howo and Ishome anymore.. She still knew they were out there. She sighed deeply, looking against the walls. She was just so tired of everything at this point. So many things were happening at once.. Why couldn't everything just CALM DOWN!?

She slashed her tendrils agsinst the wall, making a deep impact. She sighed out loud again, gripping her muzzle with her other hand. At least Cthelee, Fiotto and Evoex, Booled and Boore seemed to be alright.. As for Drillgore... She.. She did not want to think about it. She could feel him expanding outwards like a plague. At least he wasn't here anymore. That burden was finally off her shoulders. She leaned back and closed her eyes. A low chuckle escaped from her body.

That soon stopped once a message flashed across the screen. He opened her eyes and saw the message..

“Heroes across dimensions, hear me!”

Quatheral raised an eyebrow. Now what was this? One of Mitsif's tricks? Oh no, did she get into the servers again? How did she keep getting in there!?

But the message continued. Despite her initial beliefs, it seemed like it wasn't Mitsif. This wasn't her type of prank. Asking for help.. A warm smile spread across her face. She could feel a great sense of hope from this message. A part of her was tempted to even join in. She wasn't quite sure why. Nothing had stirred her so much.

But then... other messages came.

“HAIL TO THE NINJAS! LONG LIVE THE KING!”

“HAIL TO THE NINJAS LONG LIVE THE KING!”

“HAIL TO THE NINJAS! LONG LIVE THE KING!”

“HAIL TO THE NINJAS LONG LIVE THE KING!”


Quatheral's eyes narrowed at the screen. A scowl soon forming on her face.

Messages came from all over. Not just from the original source, but from other places as well. She didn't know what was going on. How they were able to get into her network, and message to them she didn't know. A deep growl erupted from her belly. The fucking audacity of them. To be asking for help... To be asking for help while they had her children captive! She hissed out loud, curling her tendrils in and out, in and out like an angry child. Claws extended outward, about to strike the screen in front of her. Just before she did, she breathed in and out slowly, starting to regain her composure. She couldn't let this misinformation spread to her people.

She sunk deeper into her well, searching for the switch to turn off the Quatheral Network for a while. She had to figure out to purge these messages from this site. She just wanted to be left alone from everything else except from her people. After a moments search, she finally found what she was looking for. She opened the panel, and held down the blue button for 10 seconds. After that, she let go of the button and slammed the panel back shut.

These Ninja's had pissed her off. Now it seemed like they were taunting her! She let out another long hiss, and slithered back over to where she left her communicator device. She opened it up, and awaited for Xpveinees to pick up.
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As the ship traveled towards the light, a ring was let out by Xpveinees's communication device. Xpveinees let out a quick gasp and held her arm up to her face, and answered the call.

"Мамочка!"

Quatheral's voice soon filled the room, sounding a bit distorted due to the connection. "-lo! Hello!? Xpveinees!? Can you hear me?"

Xpveinees nodded excitedly. "Конечно мама! Что это? Мы можем сделать все, что вам нужно!"

"Yes, thank you sweetie.. I have news about these Ninjas.. They apparently are gathering people to support them.. A-And it's mostly favoring towards them! Be careful when you get to them.. alright? Try tl gain back our people stealthy if you can.." There was slight pain in her words, as if she was struggling to speak them. It was like she was choking on her own words. Xpveinees knew she had to complete this mission. Even if she didn't make it out alive, if she could get the others back, then she will.

"Понятно, мамочка! Мы сделаем свое дело!" She held onto her spear tightly.

O'nugulao soon floated on over to Xpveinees, looking into the communicator. "Unfortunately, we had a slight problem in our group."

"KRRT-nd what's that?"

"Cider joined in at last second."

"WHAAAT!?!"

Xpveinees flinched at the sudden shouting at the other end. She looked over at O'nugulao, who only provided a cold stare into the communicator. She then could something slamming on the other end. Xpveineed then glared down at Cider, staring right into her soul.

"CIDER!! EXPLAIN YOURSELF! Is she there!? Get her on NOW."

Cider's ears flattened against her head, she shook her head no, waving her hand against her neck to signal to them to sell her out.

O'nugulao looked at Cider's plea, then back at the communicator. "Yes, she's here."

"CIDEEERR!!"

Cider stamped her foot and clutched her fist towards O'nugulao. She walked towards the communicator and groaned. "Yeah Mooom..? We're kinda in the middle of something.." She said meekly, rubbing her crystal arm with her other hand.

"Cider.. Sweetie.. You were told NOT to come! Yet there you are!"

"But I ju-"

"YOU ARE TO KKKRRT-SEN TO YOUR MOTHER! You have no idea how dangerous this mission is! You could be taken just like the others! I-I don't want that happening to you a-as well.. Especially with that.. THOSE monsters out there!

"I know b-"

"NO BUTS! When O'nugulao and Xpveinees get back, you are to report back to palace immediately! Is that understood!?"

"Whateverrr.."

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

"Yesss I get it!!" She sat down and crossed her arms, looking like a bratty child.

A deep sigh echoed from the communicator. Quatheral began to speak once more. "Good... Good. Alright.. I hope you two.. THREE are doing alright.. Happy travels. Get home safe please.. WheKRRRRT-all get home you're all getting the biggest hug ever! That includes you too, Cider!"

"Whatever.." Cider leaned back against the ground, annoyed with how her Mom made her look like a child in front of this stranger. Though, she did feel guilty about what she had done. She didn't think it would upset her this much.

Xpveinees all the while was squeaking with joy. "Я позабочусь о том, чтобы мы сделали свою работу безупречно, мамочка! Не могу дождаться, чтобы обнять тебя в ответ!" Xpveinees was now more motivated than ever!

"AlriKRRRT. Stay safe, please.. Good luck!!"

"Удачи!" Xpveinees watched as the communicator turned off, and looked over at Cider. "Сказал тебе, мамочка разозлится!"

"WHATEVEEERR!! Can we PLEASE just get on with this mission!?"
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Back in Owlzarus's library, Boore was the first one to fly through the portal, making it back safe and sound. He shivered, and rubbed his arms against his body. What a thrill! But it was good to finally be back in a place where they knew. He swiveled around, and still found the forms of Owlzarus, Booled and himself. It was strange seeing himself. He wasn't able to see himself in mirrors, so when she got a chance to see herself, it was kind of exciting! Even if it was only a mask they were staring into.

Soon enough, Booled made their way through back. He sighed out loud. "Well, we're still existing. That's some relief from this terrible day we're having. Though I guess that isn't saying much."

"Stillll here Booled! What a joy ride!

"Sure. Whatever you say. I don't think this is all that fun.

"Don't be so blummy Booled! We're doing great work here!"

"We're all going to die." Booled bluntly said.

That's NOT the spirit, buddy!"

Suddenly, a different voice spoke up. It was a bit quiet, and had a nervous tone to it. The two turned to see a small human girl. Looked to be about in their 20's. She was wearing some type of witch's garb. Several vines and flowers were attached to the bottom of the outfit, and the color of it was primarily orange. Either the dree was so large, or the girl was so small that it was nearly dragging across the ground honestly, it might have been a combination. The girl also had a green, crooked witches hat which was about a foot and a half tall. But something about her face reminded Boore about something, She had glowing purple pupils, and big round glasses.

"Uhhm.. So there's.. two of you?" The strange woman said, tilting her head.

"O-OH! OH OH OH!!" Boore shouted out loud, causing the poor girl to jump back. 'It was you! You were the one that I saw in my head pain thingy!"

The girl looked puzzled for a moment before realizing what Boore meant. She let out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of her neck and blushed. "Ohhhh nooo... Your remember that?" She said an embarrassing tone.
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Drillgore quickly braced for Fray's quick attack, before he was able to be sent flying backwards, he slammed his drilled ends of his tendrils into the ground, letting him to only be moved back a tiny bit. He stood there motionless, awaiting the next move. At least he seemed to ended the girl...

Or maybe not, as her body suddenly spiked in power. Well, looks like somebody had a guardian angel looking over them. How pitiful. What a waste. He slowly sunk into the floor, starting to prepare for a counterattack. It seemed like his new ally would be fighting off against Molly. He moved from underneath, soon forming underneath Fray, and tackling her against the wall. Several drills came out from his back, and began to strike at this beast once more!
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Fray, surprised by the sudden and radiant recovery of Molly, was caught completely off-guard by Drillgore's ambush. Yelping in alarm, she was pinned firmly against the wall, unable to quickly sweep her assailant away with her long limbs. Her only defense against the twisted killer's attack was to conjure her own drills: fleshy cones of fur, calcified skin, and free-floating plates of bone that spiraled up to meet the drills, spinning in the opposite direction to try and at least slow them...

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Bug, the shadow of Raspaganje, the first gate to the entropic hell of his design, gave her own battle cry in response to the charge of the ninjas, howling down at them with unabashed hate. Jaws stretched wide and arms craned forward, the black-furred beast summoned three rifts, each crackling with golden lightning. With a thunderous boom, each unleashed a volley of chaotic electricity, javelins of pure entropy that rained down towards them by the hundreds...!

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The roaring slash of crimson energy cleaved through the encroaching sea of devilish servitors, the blackened flesh of Raspaganje's thralls peeling apart before the blast unleashed from Mulek's scythe. Yet for every monstrosity that fell before Mulek's blow, a dozen more flew in to fill the void. Soon, even with Mulek's ferocious assault, the horde encroached ever closer to Hercules' ship. Immanuel, staff blazing with solar light, thrust forward the mighty stave, conjuring a brilliant wall of golden ergy, which suddenly stopped the massive swarm in its tracks, if only for a moment. A brilliant light shone from the God of Light, before he spread his wings wide and unleashed a destructive flash f burning light, one bright enough to illuminate the entirety of the battlefield with its brilliance.

The flash of light swiftly incinerated untold numbers of the horrors, causing a nightmarish cry to resonate forth from the mass of evil! Yet even with Immanuel's terrific assault, they did not seem halted for long; the ravening horde slammed upon the barrier the God of Light generated, and even Immanuel's defenses seemed to falter. The God of Light struggled to hold himself sturdy against the assault from seemingly all angles.

"I cannot hold them much longer..." Immanuel gasped.
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Owlzarus stepped in after Boore and Booled, though maintained the portal for Jake to step through. The wizened antiquarian saw the form of his newest visitor, and smiled at her - as best a bird-headed humanoid could smile with the weight of the world on his shoulders, at least.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, young one," Owlzarus said to the girl. "These are trying times, but how may I assist you?"
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Thank god for Aseya, Nyx thought to herself, as she watched the twins' barrier fall before her. She knew there was little opportunity to make a retributive strike; she had to make it count! Nyx swept the destructive beam towards the twins, the crimson laser slicing through the sky like a fell sword, before its full might was brought to bear upon the stunned twins! Just to make sure that they were dealt with for good, Nyx unleashed another salvo of plasma missiles upon the duo, hoping that an overwhelming assault would be enough to finally finish them off.

"TELL YOUR MOM SHE CAN GO FUCK HERSELF!" Nyx roared in response to the twins, as the full might of her assault was hammered upon the twin mages...
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Yzazil let out a growl of pain as the ethereal talons of Aram sliced through his spectral form! Pain... true pain... this was something Yzazil did not feel often. Due to his nature, the very fabric of reality that had molded his body, it was rare that even the mightiest of blows could leave lasting, stinging pain upon his form. But Aram... this fell goddess molded through anathemic magic, though the darkest of rituals and vilest of spells, had been one of the few able to do so with a physical blow. Yzazil's resolve steeled, as he looked up toward the Ninjas, towards Nichelle, towards the newly arrived Aphrodite, and back towards his foe. Yzazil knew that he could not falter here, even in the face of this evil. The others needed him to hold the line here so they could best Raspaganje.

As a second slice of Aram's raking talons came in to strike Yzazil, the God of Judgment's roiling form coalesced itself into a massive fist of pure Prana, before it roared towards the God of Love! The savage blow slammed with immense force directly into Aram's chest, causing a massive eruption of burning life force that scalded her flesh and melted away hair with the violent burst! The blow unleashed a devastating pulse that sent Aram rocketing away from Yzazil, forcing her to twist around to regain her footing. Yzazil conjured another great fist and attempted to slam it down upon her, though the Supreme God was nimble enough to evade the initial blow. However, Yzazil anticipated this, and unleashed a sudden volley of burning sapphire beams, each one focused directly into Aram's chest! The deluge of divine might slammed into his infernal foe and sent her scattering across the battlefield and into another wall.

Raising his hands up, Yzazil conjured a swirling sphere of raw Prana over twice the size of his current form, shimmering like the heart of a dying star, before he hurled it towards the goddess, hoping to annihilate her!
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As Fray unleashed a counterattack toward Drillgore, hoping to stall the hellion's assault of demonic drills with a deluge of her own forged from her own manipulative flesh, a new dark shadow soon emerged within the battlefield. From a swirl of abyssal shadow, a pair of gleaming eyes looked out and smirked, before a tendril of crawling darkness suddenly lashed out and slashed across Fray's form, distracting her long enough for Drillgore's assault to strike true.

"Now now, a fair fight?" The figure chuckled menacingly, soon emerging in full from the shadows to reveal themselves to be the Colossal Despot. "I can't allow that to happen, can I? I would be quite a useless steward if that were to be the case."

Raising up both of his hands, the shadowy tyrant unleashed a deluge of inky black energy towards Fray, the blasts spiraling towards her like spears, each aimed at one of her arms...
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The assassin woman raised up both her arms as the destructive torrent of wind came upon her. Unprepared for such an assault, the woman suddenly found herself, even with all her immense power, blown away by Demogorgon's blast, sending the assassin scattering away into the darkness of Tengri's flagship, chunks of debris and metal following after her!

But she had not com this far just to fail here. Not while her new master watched over her. Melding into the darkness, the assassin vanished from sight to make it seem as though Demogorgon's blast had bested her, before she nullified her energy signature with a wave of her hand, making her nearly impossible to detect. She would simply follow this demon to where she was headed, and -

Suddenly, her train of thought was disrupted by a familiar energy signature entering into the vicinity of the ship. Was it truly...? Could it really be him?! Her love?! A smile spread across the veiled assassin's lips. Finally... a chance to be reunited with Dante forever... a chance for them to be one, as it was always foretold to be! The assassin, no longer seeking to pursue Demogorgon, decided to instead home in on Dante's energy signature, hoping to meet and seduce him to join her side...
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Tengri's shimmering form convulsed in unfathomable anger as Ubel fled from the battlefield. He... he left?! He would abandon their foretold duel?! how DARE he! It was his destiny to strike down Ubel! His alone! And no others! If he was to die here, it was HE who would fell the ninja! Frustration reaching a boiling point, Tengri unleashed an anguished cry of anger and hatred that shook the foundations of his ship, rattling the very ground they stood upon. The horrid despot's gaze then fell upon Korraz, whose grasp held the head of a demon whom he did not recognize.

He recognized this warrior... this brute who stood before him. She had dared to defy him during the battle of Earth! And she thinks her display of primal, single-minded violence would break him, the King of Kings? The Conquering Star? Slayer of King and Gods?! Tengri, mind already broken, let out a pained, mad laugh at Korraz. The Conquering Star's golden eyes locked intensely upon the Borskall, as his broken visage twisted into a sadistic sneer, flakes of his very being swirling around him to create an ominous cloak of void.

"If I shall not slay Ubel... then I shall see to it you die in eternal agony!" Tengri howled with barely restrained insanity, before he raised his six golden arms and unleashed a destructive eruption of the elements. From one hand spiraled forth a torrent of destructive, radiant heat; from one, a torrent of coagulated water; from one, shards of shredding metal; another, vines of ravenous, venomous plants; and from the last two, twin bolts of golden power, one aimed at Korraz's head and the other at her legs!
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It did not take long for for the ship to arrive at the roiling battlefield unfolding. The Quatheral and Nusetra swirled through the entropic chaos that the Machine of Unmaking had created; entire dimensions swirled past them, untold worlds shimmering and fizzling within the ephemeral void that had engulfed them. Reality seemed to bend around them, showing images of past, present... and future. Time seemed to dilate, with its flow suddenly speeding up rapidly, before slowing down just as swiftly. Space seemed unable to maintain any semblance of stability, as glimpses into other worlds became visible, and the trials that they faced below seemed to become increasingly evident. The cheers of the civilians of the multiverse rang within the Quatheral's ears, audible even from within Nuestra's vessel.

Then, they saw it; the swirling mass of fell light that floated above the golden singularity far below. Within the eldritch glow, a massive dragon glowered, its eyes focused upon several smaller, but just as bright, lights.

"There's our quarry," Nusetra smiled, her visage contorting into one of great malice. "I shall depart from here. You now have control of my vessel! Use its weapons wisely to destroy the ninjas and their horrid allies!"

With that, Nusetra's form melted away from sight in a swirl of light...
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A horrid, mocking laugh echoed across time and space, rippling forth like a shockwave as the Guardians of the Multiverse rocketed towards the towering form of Raspaganje. The massive, draconic horror's wings unfurled wide, large enough to be seen from nearly all corners of the multiverse, as his crimson gaze locked onto the guardians. The Black God's scaly lips twisted into a monstrous smirk at their heroic charge.

"Even now, at the end of all things, you fail to understand the futility of your efforts," Raspaganje taunted, his breath creating a plume of infernal, black smoke. "You challenge what you do not understand... for that is all you know. But I shall show you the truth of the multiverse. I shall teach you how meaningless your rage against fate is. Pain is the greatest of teachers... and you shall be well versed in it!"

But the battle was not quite what it initially seemed. What at first looked like a heroic charge would soon turn into a mad brawl as their conflict was joined by Raspaganje's most elite of elite warriors!

From the void that surrounded them, a beam of corrupted light suddenly erupted from the ether and slammed into Ubel, sending him spiraling to the side! From the darkness emerged a shimmering, white-winged angel, a fell axe clutched in her hand as she rushed toward the burly ninja.

"My master shall not be harried today... not by you!" The angel snarled, as she came in with a wide, reaping blow with her axe aimed at the guardian's neck!

From Daeva's side, a similar shroud of darkness emerged, followed by a savage kick from the familair form of Shayatin knocking Daeva off-course!

"I should have killed you in our last encounter," Shayatin coldly stated, mace and sickle-sword in hand. "I shall remedy my egregious error here!" The fallen Yakuza dashed toward Daeva, form shrouded in darkness, as she lashed out with mace and sickle-sword in one swift motion!

Finally, from behind Evron, a bolt of brilliant, divine lightning struck him cold in the chest, sending him twirling off into the void! A blindingly fast blur rushed towards him, which he barely had time to parry a blow from as the figure revealed themselves to be a red-veiled assassin.

"You're not quite Dante... but you'll do for now," the woman mused seductively, as she kicked off of Evron and unleashed another bolt of divine lightning towards him!

Smirking evilly, Raspaganje's eyes fell upon the form of Bug, whose body had taken on a shape akin to the Black God's own. "Now, Bug.... teach Dante the meaning of pain. Make suffering his greatest teacher..."
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Cider and Xpveinees watched carefully as the area around them seemed to fluctuate. It was kind of unnerving to watch. As they finally reached their destination, Xpeveinees let out a squee of joy, tigneting her grip on her weapon. These Ninjas.. They had the whole Multiverse behind them it seemed. They were truly going to be the underdogs in the fight. That was fine. They were in the right. Those Ninjas were the ones who kidnapped their civilians! They were the bad ones! And the stories she heard Mommy tell her, the good guys always win! With a confident look, she stared down the battlefield before them.

As Nusetra departed, Cider jumped up and down, wanting to see more. "Yoo!! Let's freaking GO!! Now we're talking! So we get a spaceship to take them down!? They don't stand a chance!"

"Так ты знаешь, как летать на этой штуке, Onugulao?" Xpveinees asked.

"I believe so. Though the weaponry we will be learning as we go along, though I can guess what they do."

"Sounds good to me!" Cider gave a thumbs up.

O'nugulao sat down in the seat of the spaceship, now taking control. His single arm splitting into multiple fragments, pressing various buttons to move the ship forward. In a just a matter of seconds, O'nugulao was already starting to move the ship forwards at incredible speeds.

"Это я, или драться с ними лицом к лицу не весело?"

"Yeah, gotta agree with Xpveinees on this one."

"We have more firepower with this ship, and if we manage to crash, you two will be able to combat them. Just don't get killed. But that's only going to happen as a back up. Sound fair?"

"Да!! Я готов к этому!"

"Good."

As the vessel soared overhead the battlefield, O'nugulao finally spotted the Ninjas. From what they could tell, each one was engaging, or about to engage in a battle of their own. O'nugulao took a second to decide, The Yellow one was too dangerous to hit with crossfire, as well as the purple one. That left Red and Black, who their enemies hadn't reach them yet. Settling on the ruby red one, the cannons of the vessel lowered from the hull of the ship, aiming down it's sights against Ubel. The pulse cannons shot out two green beams of energy shot out, making a most horrible sound that sounded like it was ripping apart metal. Xpveinees and the others watched with glee as the beam struck down towards Ubel!
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The tiny girl winced as she saw another being walked on through the portal, being a type of owl humanoid. Ah, so he must've been the caretaker here. She breathed a sigh of relief, loosening her grip on the books she was holding just a bit. using her other hand, she adjusted her glasses. "Yeah.. trying times.." She said in a despaired tone, but soon started to smile just a tiny bit. "I mostly got what I need. I was just here looking for books about necromancy because..." The girl paused, a panicked look clear as day in her eyes. She shook her head and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Are you okay? Do you need a hug!?" Despite not even getting a chance to respond, Annity was hugged at her chest by the little glee monster. She felt a strange positive energy coming from them, she couldn't help but smile.

She coughed, and regained her composure. She looked back over at Owlzarus. 'Sorry.. We didn't exchange names did we, my name is Annity. And you're... Owlzarus right? Sorry if I'm being an intrusion on you. I just need to help my people in their situation. They.. They are all gone. So I need to try and resurrect my pople. They're counting on me."

"Oooh!! Ohh!! Can you try resurrecting me and my sibling! We're like ghosts! Maybe you can test on us just to make sure if it works!!

Booled then spoke up. "Boore, while I understand that you want to get a body as quickly as possible, we shouldn't jump on immediately every time we have a chance. Even if it would be nice to have a body again.

"I actually think it's an... okay idea for me to test.

Boore gasped, moving up to the small woman's head and hugged it tightly. "Really!!?!? Thank you so so so so so much!!"
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Drillgore continued to hold down his prey, his red crooked grin still present. He stared back into the eyes of his target, his bloodlust continuing to rise.

As she tried to retaliate, the shadowed being aided Drillgore's attack, stabbing through her arms like bullets. Still, some of her own drills started to piercing through his flesh. Fighting through the pain, He continued his assault on Fray. Multiple arms grew out of torso, his fingers growing longer and sharp like blades. His bladed hands punctured through Fray's flesh like butter. He started to rip into deeper and deeper, blood rushing out of Fray. He curled his fingers around her inner organs. With a chuckle, he clutched them tightly, and to pull them outside of her own body!

As she let out a scream of pain, two more arms clasped around her taws, forcing them apart. The tips of fingers turned metallic, swirling into miniature drills. They punctured through her own teeth and gums, and he continued to stretch her jaw and skull further and further apart, she could feel them starting to separate. He slammed her head against the wall again, and again, and again. Drillgore continued his relentless attack, with no hint of stopping....

Meanwhile, Mitsif was still invisible, hiding from the now two current battles. She really wished she could do something.. But what!? That creepy Quatheral thing was tearing that other beast apart, and frankly she was too scared to go near the other villain! All she could do was watch the chaos, and hope for an opening.
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Behind Korraz, a red glow was seen coming further down the hallway. Two eyes and a crooked grin. He had teleported back after Fray's little trick, and felt a new surge in Quatheral energy. Intrigued, he had checked up to see what had happened, and to his surprise, Tengri seemed to be the cause. Looks like he had used the Quatheral liquid much faster than he anticipated. "Greetings again, Tengri."

Within Korraz's mind, a pained howl echoed throughout, as if it was a taunt, or a threat. She could feel another presence coming her way, a familiar smell, but one that was far more twisted than the Quatheral smell she knew. The sound of drills started up and pounding footsteps echoed throughout the halls. The now large centipede transformed Drillgore charged forward, several drills about to tear into Korraz's backside!
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The writhing mass of animated flesh came down upon Glaxion, jaws wide and slavering, but the indomitable Borskall was unfazed.

"Cute," the warrior flatly commented as she stared into the open maws. As the mouths came down, she angled her head so that the horns adorning her helmet stabbed straight into the thing's palate! Her ice-encased fist plunged into another of the maws trying to bite her, raking its innards with the cutting edges of her icy gauntlet. Her hand came back out holding a sizable chunk of assorted gore, which she tossed aside. Her other hand stuck her hammer in a mouth that was preparing to bite down, causing it to break its teeth upon its hard surface with the force of its own attack.

Watching the wretched thing whimper and tremble in pain, Glaxion laughed, the blood of the beast dripping on her helmet from where her horned helmet punctured it.

"HA! Too bad I do not have mead to chug and throw the empty mug at your own ugly, well, mug! Whichever one that is..."

The pained squirms of the creature allowed her to move just enough to have the leverage she needed to push the amalgamation off of her, using her legs to kick it and flip it onto its back. The various limbs growing from its bizarre body flailed at it fell over, some of the hands trying to stop its fall by grasping at objects and fixtures along the walls, but its great mass only meant it broke off whatever it was trying to hold. The warrior rolled backwards onto her feet, slamming the head of her hammer onto her palm as she assessed her foe's status: on the floor and helpless. Her favorite position for her foes to be in, other than "in pieces". The perfect time to strike.

Stamping her foot, the Borskall charged, smashing a flailing hand beneath her paw as she leaped up onto the creature's underbelly - or the closest thing to it she could identify. She was not so sure what was what at this point, especially with her continued mangling of its form.

"Hopp!"

Hammer held above her head, she used her fall's momentum to amplify a devastating blow to its body. An explosion of black blood burst from its flesh torn asunder with the force of impact, bodily fluids gruesomely forced out of its flesh. The bruising of its flesh indicated more bleeding, though this one was relegated to the inside of its body only.

Standing tall on top of her foe, Glaxion aimed her hammer downwards as a harsh wind began to swirl around the body of her foe. She thrust down with Forstein, and the freezing gales, entirely made of the tiniest of ice shards, intensified in strength and speed, the ferocity of the North tearing the monster apart. A pulse of cold rippled across the creature's body, shattering the ice crystals stuck in its body. Skewered by the vicious hailstorm on the outside and shredded from the inside by the shattering ice, the creature could do little as pieces of its frozen blood joined the frozen winds, turning the twister redder and redder...

Deciding that the North winds would be enough to finish off her foe, Glaxion hopped through the walls of her frosty tornado and smashed her way through the nearest wall of the ship, interrupting several servitor robots who turned to stare at her in surprise. They were trying to repair the damage caused by the other giant earlier, only for this other giant to come along.

"Alright, fellas, I shall give you a headstart. On the count of ten, I am stomping each of you flat! So get moving now!"

Alarmed, the robots began to scramble around the area, trying to escape the horned warrior. Many stumbled on top of others, caught in a tangled heap of robotic limbs - many of which were sparking. Glaxion covered her eyes with her ice-encased hand and began to count out loud, causing the robots' panic to take a tighter hold of them.

But on the count of three, Glaxion swung her hammer to her side, the impact knocking the wall she stood next to and causing the fire extinguishers to blast the robots' open circuitry. She smirked.

"Never was known for my patience..." she muttered to herself as she stepped over the pile of crumpled robots.
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As the ninjas just about threw themselves at Raspaganje, they were very quickly surrounded by the opposition. Wormwood's greatest and most powerful generals stood between him, and the four that were intensely devoted to his destruction. The first assault came from his most radical of loyalists, so much so, that she had even twisted and deformed her body into Raspaganje's image. The aptly named "Bug", unleashed a hell storm of electric fury from three separate rifts. Razor edged javelins gathered by the hundreds and were promptly launched at the ninjas with a mighty boom. Ubel replied in kind by blasting out in front of his siblings and placed himself directly in the line of fire. The burly ninja clasped his hands together, almost like he was praying, and then forcefully shoved them out to his sides. The maneuver instantly created a violet barrier that surrounded the guardians, shielding them from harm for a time. The massive shield grew and expanded until it was close to the size of a small ship, and perfectly spherical. Racing in with destructive intent, the energized spears plowed into the barrier with so much force, that the tips of some of them even managed to pierce through it. Most of them just exploded on impact, lighting up the surrounding area with flashes of yellow.

Dante slapped Ubel on the back, "Thanks for the assist, Ubie." He said.

"Don't mention it." Ubel responded with a nod.

"Come on, let's keep going!"

With that, the ninja continued their surge forward as though nothing had happened. That was until out of nowhere, they were split apart by the rest of Raspaganje's generals. First, Ubel was struck by a column of corrupted light, causing for him to veer off course away from the others. As he quickly recovered, he came face to face with an angel, though one that had very much fallen from grace, rushing towards him. She swung a gnarly axe right at Ubel's armored neck in a wide arc, but such a large wind up had cost her in speed. This gave the tall ninja enough time to resummon Hellsbane into his hand, where he utilized the mythical blade to block the giant axe, where he swiftly overwhelmed the would-be strike using both his newfound uncaged power, and that of Hellsbane. Ubel looked the woman dead in her eyes as he grabbed the handle of her weapon, and twisted both it and her arm at an unnatural, harmless angle.

In the blink of an eye, Ubel reared back and head butted the arch angel square in her nose, which was enough to send her tumbling backwards several yards. Before he could engage further, Ubel sensed a great release of energy not too far behind him. He waited until the beam honed closer, nearly upon him. Then, in an instant, the ninja turned on a dime, swung in a powerful upwards cleave, and split it in half. The two halves of the beam continued in the distance for several miles until they feebly dissipated away. Ubel leered at the hovering ship for a few moments, before with a flash from his eyes, created another barrier around the vessel. He extended his free hand in front of himself and did a forceful shoving motion, which in turn sent the ship hurtling backwards at an incredible rate of speed.

It took no time for Daeva to recover from her opponent's hard hitting kick, and before Shayatin could strike, was parried by the younger Yakuza.

"Likewise, bitch." She growled.

To Shayatin's surprise, Daeva was instantly on the offensive, hurling a flurry of precise and powerful slashes, swipes, and kicks into her sickly looking person. The fallen Yakuza was able to dodge and block a great deal of them, but the ones that hit, and even the ones that did, Shayatin could feel an immediate difference in them from her and the bratty princess's last encounter. Daeva's strikes were hitting much harder, more sharply, and all around more intensely than before. Her demeanor had also changed to match; her eyes were vicious, her brow focused. The time for talking was at an end, and Daeva was primed, ready, and engrossed with one thing and one thing only in regards to Shayatin: Kill.

With one final swipe, Daeva struck Shayatin's readied mace with immense force and sent her barreling away as a shockwave crackled around the area.

Evron used the negative gravity of his Neutron Saber to push the lightning bolt away before he grunted in a lack of impressment, as his chest smoldered from the previous blow. "That may be, I promise, when I'm done with you, my name will be all you remember!" He harshly threatened.

Without warning, Evron had teleported in close to the assassin and delivered a roundhouse kick that was aimed at her skull. But, the woman was fast and reacted by blocking the fast and heavy hit with her forearm. The cocky ninja gave her zero breathing room, however, flying at her relentlessly with as many different hits that he could physically do. They seemed blind, almost aimless in their pursuit to open the stubborn warrior up. Yet, there were tactics in Evron's apparent wildness. With his opponent focused on blocking, parrying, and avoiding his strikes, theoretically, she wouldn't notice the timed explosive that Evron left on her chest. 5 seconds left...

"You look familiar... One of Dante's little one night stands from his teenage years?" Evron smirked an invisible one, "Or mine?"

The ninja kicked off of the red assassin and teleported to safety, awaiting the explosion to go off...

While his siblings engaged in their respective battles, Dante floated in the void and watched on for a time. They all seemed to be handling themselves just fine, which was good, because before the Ninja Prime could set his glare upon Raspaganje, he first needed to exterminate the latter's little minion. Dante turned to face Bug, clenched his blades tight, and awaited for her to make the first move.

"Come." He told her.
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse

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As the rays of ruin surged her way, Korraz thought fast. These odd bolts, though they looked like lightning, were something else. She could not bend them back towards Tengri; they answered not to her will. And she doubted her electromagnetic shields could suffer an assault from such unnatural power. She had to give them something else to destroy than her person - she knew herself to be tough and very rarely encountered something that could actually give her pause, but she was no fool. Even she could be gravely wounded by the Machine's power.

In the spur of the moment, she stomped forward and kicked the disembodied head of Diabolus, sending it colliding against the beams of Unmaking. Although the devastating power made short work of the demon's head, the speed of its trajectory gave it just enough time to stab the ram-like horns jutting from its skull into Tengri's chest. The conqueror hollered in pain from being impaled by demon horns and the destructive energy of Unmaking channeling into him from the unorthodox projectile, falling onto his back with a hard crash. However, the demon's flying head had only partially blocked the Bolts of Unmaking, the rest free to wreak havoc upon the giant. Korraz saw the golden bolt and immediately brought up her left arm to try and block it, her brawny arm easily protecting her comparatively tiny head, but even her sturdy coat and tough hide represented nothing for the power of unmaking. In a single flash of power, a vast chunk of flesh, from her elbow all the way to her pinkie finger, simply disappeared, literally unmade in a fraction of a second. She would not even have felt the pain even if her nerves still fully worked. The tingling, the now familiar sensation she recognized as her body's weak attempt to signal hurt, came several moments later. Her coat, fur, skin, and a jagged line on her metal gauntlet along with a portion of her finger beneath, had been stripped away without a trace, exposing the muscle beneath. Blood flowed from the gruesome wound in thick rivers, flowing down her arm and onto her coat. A grisly rain of red droplets fell at her feet as she leaned her arm back to better survey the damage, equally awed and concerned over it.

Just then, she heard a voice in her mind. Did someone need help? It did not sound like anyone she knew. Perhaps it was someone somewhere on the ship. She was distracted off her thoughts by rapid footsteps, notched ear tilting towards that direction. Before she could turn around, several bursts of sparks came from her coat, followed by showers of blood. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the strangest centipede she had ever met drilling into her back. She knew the Skallbor called her the Mountain Warrior, but using mining tools against her was taking the metaphor a bit far. Fortunately, she did not need to actually turn around to defend herself, as she swung her tail to swipe her new foe off of her, its many spikes, like a series of jagged mountain peaks, stabbing and slicing across the centipede's underbelly like the serrated fangs of an earthen beast. Dragged with the movement of the appendage, a solid wall of muscle, the centi-gore finally tore free, momentum sending him flying and landing with all the grace of a pool noodle as ichor spilled from his carved body like a freshly gutted fish.

Glancing between her two opponents to see which of them would rise first, Korraz stood focused...
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