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The destructive blast of air continued for several moments, before finally Demmy's senses told her the enemy was no more. She closed her mouth, and quickly inhaled to replenish her air supply. Her one good eye scoured the remnants of the hallway they had been fighting in, for any possible trace of the assassin. Nothing. Nothing remained, not even a hint of her essence.

The Demon Lord's one good eye narrowed. As intoxicating as the thought was that she simply was that powerful, it was an idea she found incredibly unlikely. While there was a certain possibility for this foe to be that weak, it was that much more likely they were simply that powerful, that strong to be able to survive such an attack, especially given so many dimensions and realities that now existed to her knowledge. If her foe had actually been killed, there would be something left to see, blood stains, bits of flesh and clothing, anything...

But there was nothing. Demmy would have to be careful in case the red veiled assassin was still alive.

Even so, that would have to play second fiddle to ensuring Molly's safety. Once more, Demmy molded into the shadows and slithered off toward Molly's life signature. It wasn't too far now...

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"How foolish of me...To not dispose of you sooner." Miyoshi's mouth curled up at the ends as she looked upon Molly's risen form. The girl showed no fear toward the former fae queen, no readable expression on her face, bar what looked to Miyoshi like...

Pity?

Was... Was this girl... Pitying her? She, The Sleeping Terror, being pitied?!

Her teeth gnashed together, and she aimed her draconic arm toward Molly. Dark Matter began to form within the draconic maw, before it surged toward Molly as a wall of destructive properties...

It never reached her. The Dark Matter washed off of Molly's body a mere few inches from her, completely nullified, and the blackened energy lightened before Miyoshi's eyes. No, it became little more than sunlight within the confines of the ship. The Sleeping Terror's eyes only narrowed further in bloodlust as she lurched at the girl. Who was she to stand in the way of her revenge?! The Life Mother was far too weak an entity to stop her, not every everything she had sacrificed, not after everything she had given up for this final revenge!

Both of her arms stabbed forward to tear through Molly, but the girl made no attempt to evade the strikes. To Miyoshi's horror, both of her arms transformed as they touched the girl, into little more than blooming sunflower heads. All Molly felt was a gentle caress of her cheeks, and she lifted her own hand up to reach Miyoshi's face.

All the rage and hatred that brewed within Miyoshi began to be challenged by a new feeling that flowed through her. It was a calming presence, a gentle air of acceptance and peace that Molly channeled into the fae. Everything seemed to slow down around The Sleeping Terror, a sensation that awoke a third emotion deep within the fae, a cold primal fear that stabbed away within her. How, how was this child doing this?!

"You've been holding so much fear and anger within you, it's all that is keeping you going, isn't it?" Molly's voice tore at Miyoshi's very core despite its soft gentle tone. "For so many years, all you've had was your own malice at the world, at the ones who wronged you. Let it go, Titania. Let your hatred go. You have no fight left to fight."

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!" Miyoshi screamed. "DON'T TREAT EVERYTHING I'VE LOST AS SOMETHING SO SIMPLE!" She began to overload herself with energy, her entire body glowing with a darkened power. If she couldn't lay a finger on the Lifemother in this state, she'd simply blow her and everyone else up! There was no need for Tengri's flagship anymore, no need to be reserved! She had been denied her chance before, but now everyone aboard the ship would perish, everyone consumed in her own self-destruction. And this time, she wasn't playing around. No Oni to cut her short, no bluffs. Fray, Korraz, The Quartherals, they would all perish right here and no-

"TItania... All the atrocities you have done, would your people have wanted any of this? Would your race have wanted to see you do so many horrible things? Would they?"

Miyoshi felt a pulse surge through her. Her eyes widened from the impact of Molly's words. "My... People would... They... They wouldn't..."

Memories began to flood into Miyoshi's mind. Memories of the past, of everything that had transpired to her. She remembered, before the betrayals, before the machinations of Chang'e, before everything had gone to hell and back, before everything had been torn from her, she remembered the smiling faces of her people. She remembered the beauty of the grove she called home, of the scent of the lavender fields, the playful cries and shouts of the pixies and nixies frolicking together, of the kelpies basking along the shores of the water, of the dryads and synads dancing around their trees. She remembered it all, she remembered everything she had lost.

And another memory came to her, one that had been lost among so many others...

Titania crawled along the ashen ground. If she still had tear duct she would have cried, but she had none left. If she had arms, she would have wiped her face clean of the ash and dirt, but she had none. She was little more than a writhing worm with no limbs left, a worm covered in burns and scars.

It was a miracle she was even alive still. She had tried to hide from the dragons and humans, but it had been no use. They had found her and tortured her for crimes she had never done. They had pulled her limbs apart and tore into her until she had passed out from the pain. They had left her for dead, and yet that was her only current grace. She had crawled away from her grave, toward where the grove had been.

The ground was dead, torched and burned by dragon fire. The fumes alone were poison to TItania, enough to kill any other fae. She tried to arch her head up to see if anything still remained, but all she saw was smoke and ashes. Her head crashed back down into the earth and she curled into a ball in a coughing fit. Nothing was left, no one was left.

"Gods, forgive me... Save me, please." Titania cried. "Help me, help me please..."



As if answering her prayers, someone approached her from behind. Titania heard a pained sigh, and felt cracked, yet soft hands reach around her. "Well, what a sad pathetic state you are in, Titania. I wish I could enjoy this... under better conditions."

She recognized the voice, and she felt her body be lifted up and onto the lap of her rescuer. She saw her savior's face, gentle and pale, with long blue hair that had streaks of black running through it. She saw the torn moth like wings that hung limp from the fae's body, and the blackened veins that covered her face and chest. Dark red blood dripped from the corners of the fae's mouth, and her eyes were glazed over.

"Vortigern..." Titania coughed. "T-to think, you of all fae..."

"Save your breath, Titania." The fae let a weak smile cross her face. A hand gently patted Titania's head "I know, I wanted to see you fall most of all, but... not like this. Not with nothing left for either of us."

"Why... Why help me? Or, are you here to taunt me? Take my power-"

"No, the inverse." Vortigern further embraced Titania. "Were I to survive, I would be the last of our kind no matter what. You were the one chosen and blessed by Lavidana, not I. You are the one who can bring our people back, not I. You were the one favored by the gods, not I. I would rather see our race has a chance of a better tomorrow under your rule than for me to rule over nothing." The tiny smile faded as Vortigern erupted into a coughing fit. "It still bites, I personally hate it, but it's the best chance for our people."

TItania felt Vortigern's life energy flow into her. The pain that she felt subsided, and she felt her body regenerate back into its original state. She felt her eyelids reform, her legs and arms regrow back where they had once been, the burns she had been covered with fade away. But as she felt herself get stronger, she felt Vortigern's own body decay and weaken. The fae's body shriveled and shrunk away, until she was little more than a hollowed corpse.

"Vortigern, wait." Titania tried to hold the fae's body. "Let me-"

"No, I don't think I will." Vortigern's voice was barely above a whisper. "Titania... Don't let this world... Don't let its ugliness get to you. Remember, remember what you wish to bring back... And don't lose yourself to the world. Even if everything keeps going wrong... Don't give into despair, and remember us, that we once lived. Bring us back, but into a world with your smile and joy. Please, Titania... Remember..."

Vortigern's body faded away into the earth, and Titania was left alone once more. She fell to her knees, and the fae queen wept into the dirt.


Miyoshi was left speechless as her own guilt crashed down upon her soul. She had been given a second leash on life, not to avenge their deaths, not to make the ones who had ruined everything pay, but to try and bring them back. That had always been her goal, but she had lost sight of it over the centuries, and had let the sins of the world and the evils that dwelled in it taint her. She had let Chang'e twist her into something her own people wouldn't recognize, and had perverted her original goals into making everyone else suffer.

She had become no better than the one who had ruined her in the first place. Her own people would be disgusted and horrified by what she was now.

"They... They... Vorti... They wou..."

It all melted away for Miyoshi. Her anger, her rage, her bitterness and malice, it all melted away into grief and sorrow. She collapsed into Molly's shoulder, and cried. Tears flowed down the face of the Sleeping Terror as she held close to Molly.

"I MISS EVERYONE! LET ME HAVE THEM BACK! I MISS THEIR SMILES, I MISS THEIR LAUGHS AND THEIR FUN! ALL I WANT, IS TO BE WITH THEM AGAIN! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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The shadowy spears of the Colossal Despot tore through the air as they hurled toward Fray, but before they could pierce into her they were cut down by a blast of necrotic energy that flew in from the hallway. Before the Colossal Despot rose Demmy's form. The demon's one eye took only a moment to glance over to where Molly was. She seemed to be okay, and yet, Miyoshi was.. crying into her shoulder? And what was this aura she sensed from Molly? What had she done to....

She refocused her attention to the Colossal Despot. "As much of a fan as I am of not playing fair myself, I can't let you do that. You carry the air of a big shot from where you are from, but can you handle me?"

The eye tendrils from Demmy's dead eye socket stabbed forward, to run through the Colossal Despot...

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On the underside of the flagship, the Machine of Unmaking had begun to spiral out of control. More unnatural energy spewed from the ancient weapon and continued to tear and rip through reality. It would only be a matter of time before Raspaganje would be free to fully interact with the world, either from another firing or from the natural leaking energy.

This was something Chang'e could not allow to continue, or else risk her own plans being once and forever foiled by the Star of Calamity. That wasn't to say Hutistrend didn't have her own reasons to stop what was happening, but orders were orders.

She appeared on the underside of the flaghsip, cloven hooves scraping across the hull. A long sharpened tail flickered behind her, nearly obscured by her long pink hair and red and white dress and skirt. A pair of short blackened horns adorn the top of her head, and in her arms was a lyre. Her eyes locked upon the cannon that protruded from the ship, and she giggled to herself.

"What an oversized toy! Oh, how I wish I could just tear this off and keep it for myself, and maybe use it to redecorate some things." She mumbled to herself. "Ah, but Mother would just take it away and give it to her OTHER child. 'Persy would make better use of it than you, don't question things and just keep being an outlet for my anger.' Fucking whore."

Only then did she notice the grip on her lyre had gotten to where it threatened to snap in her hands. She forced herself to calm down, and then moved in toward her objective. On second thought, trying to tear this thing out was far too dangerous, given what it was already doing, but perhaps there was another way she could tinker with it...

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Mulek gritted her teeth as she saw Raspaganje's horde tear through the hellfire blast. This wasn't working, and Immanuel's own barrier was going to drop at any moment. They needed to get out of here immediately, but while she could open up a rift to get herself and Immanuel out, she couldn't make one large enough to get the entire ship out of here.

But maybe, Immanuel and/or Hercules could...

With all of her power pumped into her scythe, Mulek let the hellfire billow up from it and surge into the sky. The flames formed a barrier just below Immanuel's own that encompassed the ship.

"There, that will buy us a little more time!" she shouted to the others. "Now, get us out of here!"

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Within the hull of the ship, Karzahni found himself cornered into a ball and his ears [lugged by his wings. He rocked back and forth, all bravado he had showed before long lost beneath the imposing form of Raspaganje high above.

Karzahni had seen many things in his long life. He had seen his father, The Progenitor of the Abyss Zuldes be sealed away by Lucifer. He had seen countless rulers of Sheol rise and fall. He had even seen The End of All, shrouded in a darkened cloud, descend upon what had once been the original capital of Sheol and decimate it, with he as the sole survivor. Yet, the sight that loomed above him was unlike anything he had ever seen, on a scale even beyond that great ancient evil.

Was this one of the Calamities Zuldes had prophesized before his demise? One of the Calamities that would not only burn away all of Hudai, but possibly the entirety of creation itself? He could only pray that the giant scary monster would go away, and all would become better.

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The work in the Realm of the Ninjas seemed to go on forever. For every fae that was patched up, there were three more that needed attention. Many were drawn to Mara for her gentle voice and the tenderness of her care, as she treated each and every one of them like a child of her own, but others came to Alex and Risel, seemingly drawn to Alex's own nature and the stories that Risel shared.

"Amazing! That poor Halfing just couldn't catch a break..." A pixie gasped, ignoring the rock that had been embedded into its leg being pulled out. "I feel sorry for her."

"Not everyone is favored with good luck." Risel explained. "Sometimes, things just don't work out. But, we have to keep our heads up and focused. Salome treated me horribly, but I never let my eyes drift from possible freedom, even if it seemed so far away."

To the side, Tenkarus snorted as she tied a bandage around a young Ninja's foot. "Or you can just be me, and simply ignore all the bad things that happen. Life's easy when you look the other way."

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Far and wide, the speech of the Ninja Prime and the chorus of the countless many who supported him was heard. Trillions who had never even heard of the Ninjas or what they did found themselves stopped as they turned to listen to Dante's voice, and many began to chant with the others as his words pulled at their hearts, of the true protector of the Multiverse itself. Even if the scope of what was happening was far too great for many to understand, they knew deep down someone was fighting for their future, for their existence and that of every living thing. Even some among the audiences of the city of Dudael joined in the chanting, those away from the carnage and turmoil that had consumed the city. Even as the armed militarized forces moved to cut down the abominations that terrorized the city and protect civilians, many whispered the chorus under their breath, as though afraid that Persephone hearing it would bring their death.

Within a distant low tower near the edge of the city and its barrier, an occupant, a purple haired woman in a large dragging white dress snorted and turned to look away from the chaos that was unfolding, and the cries and chants that rose from the city. "What a farce, truly a shitshow not worth partaking in. Imagine praising some nebulous king they cannot even see. It's all so ugly and repulsive! An illogical farce!"

"Now now, you can say that's what the people of Dudael need." A large shambling mound of moss and bark lurched toward her. He was knelled down to keep his head from scraping the ceiling, and tiny black beady eyes looked at the woman. "Hope for a better tomorrow, and these Ninjas, especially if they are what Persephone claimed they are not... They'll give them the juice to keep going. And perhaps, even make things that much easier for us in the long term, Golia."

The purple haired woman, Golia, puffed her cheeks as she adjusted herself on her seat. The room they were in was quite large in area, but the lowish roof only served to further irritate her. This was not her idea for a hiding space, but this old abandoned tower was the best they could make with, especially in the wake of Malcania's demise. Yet, she could really do without all the mold that wasn't already attached to the walking plant, or the stench of long rotting corpses.

"I suppose you are right, Virad... The sooner that black skinned bitch is no longer in play, the better."

From behind Golia, a third voice whispered out. "Are we getting testy, Golia? Still butthurt over all your chips in the Malcania basket going to waste, or is this about what she did to your father? Maybe an apple can make you feel bett-"

"Have you nothing of value to contribute, you childish mutt?" Golia's eyes began to turn to face the person who spoke, but all that was there was a shroud of darkness, and two vividly crimson eyes that grinned back at her. "Yes, she killed Daddy! Yes, I want revenge! But most of all, I deserve this city! He promised it to me, and I never got it!"

"Temper temper..." The shrouded voice giggled. "We can't always get what we want, and that nasty scowl will do you no favors."

"How about I carve a scowl on your fucking fat headed-"

"Now, now, ladies please..." Virad held up an arm. "There is no reason to be at each other's throats, especially when I can tell times are changing fast. We won't be trapped in here for much longer, I can promise you that. And no more apples either."

A fourth voice that came from a platinum haired woman with bandages over her eyes spoke out. "Dogs of a feather bark together, they say. You two really do get along."

The shrouded voice giggled. "She's just so fun to tease, and I need some entertainment since I cannot go out."

"Don't lump me in with her!" Golia snapped and turned her head away. "I have no tolerance for such a boorish fiend. The sooner you are out of my sights, the better."

"Says the broken pot to the pitch black kettle." The shrouded voice laughed, before it addressed Virad. "I hope you are certain about this. It's been far too long since I stretched my legs, flexed these chains, and enjoyed a proper meal. Not that I need to eat anymore, but... old habits die hard."

"Oh, they certainly do with you." Golia rolled her eyes. "Poorly trained mutt."

"Golia, should I dispose of the bones you've finished gnawing on?" The blind girl asked. This caused Golia's head to swerve in her direction.

"Kevie, shut your face! And I'm not finished with them yet..."

The blind girl, Kevie, let out a long sigh. "I do agree with Virad... Things seem to be ready to change, and the powers that I sense... Persephone's final dance is drawing near."

"Given that giant black dragon in the sky just ignored one of her most powerful blasts and is making light work of the Ninjas... You might be onto something." The shrouded entity stood, and the sounds of chains clanging to the ground sounded through the room. "But it's nothing to worry about, right? The bad guy loses, the good guys win, and a new order is brought about. That's how it always goes, right? Like in those old stories?"

Golia was about to snap once more at the hidden being, but a low whistle from Virad cut her off. "Real life is not quite like those stories, my girl, but in this case, I can definitely see an exception. That giant dragon up there is too big a threat for these Ninjas to not defeat, and once he's dealt with, and Persephone afterwards, Well, Sheol will be ripe for us. We'll all get a little bit of the pie in the end once the time is right."

The living plant began to look upon the three others. "One will rule as they were destined to do so. One will get to hunt and kill as they please, and one will finally usurp the one who stole the spotlight from them. And I? Hmhmhmh... I get to go back to do what I did for so many years... Finding new and exotic peoples and creatures, and auctioning them off. And if my conscious is right... The auctioning list just got a whole lot bigger. And if the Ninjas or one of these heroes don't quite finish her off?"

"She'll be easy pickings. Weak and vulnerable for us to clean up shop." The shrouded being cackled. "A carcass to be disposed. She's lived off the rule of the weak needing to obey the strong, and now if she survives, she'll be the weak one obeying the strong."

Golia continued to stare out the window toward the battle that raged onward. Years of plotting, and weeks of having to hide out in this abandoned ruined tower... it would all end here. As much as it made her sick to even think of cheering on for the Ninjas, she felt herself ever so quietly join in the chant, if for nothing else than to spur on what she desired. If it meant Persephone being removed from power and that giant fuckoff huge dragon being defeated, then it was a blow to her self-image she would have to stomach.

"What are you chanting over there?" The shadowy figure whispered into her ear. "Rooting for the good guys?"

Golia's face blushed red. She had been all but muttering it as quietly as she could, and yet this damned mutt... "FUCK OFF, YOU NOISY BITCH! IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMNED BUSINESS!"

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Elsewhere in Dudael, the chants of the multiverse reached the ears of Minerva. The dark clone of Cercil was confused by what she was hearing. How... How could so many have faith in their failure of a king, in Dante? So many who had never heard or seen of him, now chanted in his name, for his success. What were they doing?

"I can see it on your face, sister. Your confusion is too easy to read."

Minerva had to stop and stare as Cercil herself walked out of a rift before her. The Archangel looked up at the sky, toward Raspaganje. "Everyone knows of the threat they are now facing. All of reality knows what hovers above is their doom, and with no clear other options, they turn to the one who promises them victory and security."

"A-are you daft?!" Minerva struggled to regain her composure. "Are you dumb?! I want you dead! And yet, you walk out here, in front of me, knowing I am too much for you to handle even in your little pocket dimension. Are you suicidal, Cercil?! Do you want me to kill you that badly?"

The Ruler of Makai turned to look at Minerva. She shook her head. "Perhaps I do long for death in a certain sense, but I know I will not die here. Because, you and I know the same things, Minerva. You share my memories up until when you split off from me. You know the truth of what happened to Lord Lucifer. You know deep down he sacrificed himself to try and stop... to try and stop him. And... Now you know that whatever you were promised by Drillgore or Tengri, was a lie that will never be fulfilled."

Minerva was silent. She could do nothing but stare at Cercil, and so Cercil continued, with a hand pointed up to Raspagange, "The perfect world where you and Lucifer would be together again will not come to pass. Raspaganje has no desire to make that a reality. His thralls and their desires are merely means to an end for him, puppets to further his cause to ensure all of creation is under his claws. All that will be left is oblivion at the end, only Raspaganje as the Machine of Unmaking continues to tear apart reality. Tell me, Minerva, does that sound like the ideal world to you?"

The clone of Cercil tightened her hands into fists. Her body shuddered as she realized Cercil was correct. "I... I never planned to fully follow them." She admits. "I-I just wanted to wait for the right moment, and then snatch that machine for myself, and create the world I truly wanted. I-I figured I could-"

"Defeat Tengri, Drillgore, and Raspaganje when they would try to stop you?" Cercil shook her head. "I take it that plan died out when you could truly sense the power that Raspaganje has, correct? And now you are paralyzed with indecision, realizing just how powerless you are-"

"SO ARE YOU!" Minerva snapped. She jammed a finger into Cercil's chest and continued to jab it harder and harder. "YOU NEVER EVEN LEAVE YOUR OWN POCKET DIMENSION! YOUR DAUGHTER BECOMES THE HOST OF PURE UNRELENTING EVIL, AND YOU REFUSE TO STEP DOWN AND TRY TO DEAL WITH HER BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO AFRAID FOR YOUR OWN LIFE! HELL, YOU'RE TOO WEAK TO EVEN HANDLE MINOS OUTSIDE OF MAKAI, LET ALONG HOPE TO DEAL WITH PERSEPHONE! AND YET YOU DARE CALL ME A COWARD FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO AGAINST RASPAGANJE?! BEHOLD THE HYPOCRISY OF THIS SPINELESS WHELP, LORD LUCIFER!"

"You're right. You are correct, sister." Cercil gently pushed down Minerva's finger away from her. "I am a coward, a coward who has failed Lord Lucifer, who has failed the High Council, who has failed her own daughter. I have failed for so long, and let things spiral beyond recovery, all because I was terrified of meeting the same fate as Lord Lucifer. I didn't want to die, I didn't want that thing to swoop down and kill me like it did him. So I hid in Makai, I hid while everyone else fought and died. even until it was only me, Mulek and Crigan left. I hid while Sariel fought and died. I'm a failure of an angel, Minerva. My own shortcomings have caused everything I loved and cherished to crash down around me. I tried to fight you, and all I wanted to do afterward was remain unconscious in Makai and lay there until everything resolved itself."

Minerva's glare softened, and she let out a long sigh. " Fuck us, right? We're both screw ups and failures. I hated you for so long, and yet I was just as much a coward as you... and yet, look at the Ninjas, look at them fighting up there, against insurmountable odds, against a foe beyond any of them."

"Yes... It's no wonder they are so loved." Cercil nods. "None of them are perfect, and they have their flaws, but they strive to overcome them and fight on despite them, instead of letting them consume them."

She looked back at Minerva, and held out her hand. "Why don't we join them, and set aside our bitterness and fears? When this is all over, then we can settle the score. But, for now... The multiverse needs our help. The prayers and guidance of the many far and wide cannot give Dante and the others enough power."

Minerva stared at the outstretched arm, then at Cercil's face, then back at the arm, before she finally accepted it. She took hold and shook it. "Fine, you got me. But you do know we'll most likely have to face both Raspaganje and then Persephone after this, right?"

Cercil let a small smile creep on her face. "I know. If the worst were to happen, we wound need to gather the stars themselves to help us. Numerous dazzling stars. Stars that can rise against the greed and beast hidden within man’s heart. Stars that can remain bright even within a storm and light up the sky."

Now it was Minerva's turn to sigh again. "I dunno what the hell you are going on about, but let's make sure that worst case scenario doesn't come to pass." Her wings spread out, and she took off into the sky, toward the battle that raged between Raspaganje's forces and the Ninjas.

Cercil likewise flew after her, yet she couldn't help but look toward the battle where Persephone was, even for a moment. As much as it pained her to not dive in and deal with her own daughter, Raspaganje was by far the greater threat.

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Their barrier faltered by their own powers, the twins had only enough time to realize what was about to happen as the destructive beam tore through both of them and the plasma missiles engulfed them. A thunderous explosion billowed across Dudael, and as the smoke and debris cleared away, there was no sign of the twins left, bar patches of skin and half of a hand that lay upon the ground.

"Brilliant work, you two." Lae complimented both Aseya and Nyx. "Now we can deal with the real menace here."

"T-thank you." Aseya blushed from Lae's compliment.

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Aram's body burned from the intense power that Yzazil radiated. Her body burned from his strikes, and the presence of Aphrodite at first confused Aram. Yet, that confusion quickly gave way to a snickering, bemused Supreme God. Before both Yzazil and Aphrodite's eyes, the damage that had been done to her was slowly regenerating away. Yet, there was still the great sphere of destruction Yzazil had hurled at her. Both of her arms locked forward, Aram braced herself as the sphere collided with her. The heat that washed off the sphere made her sweat and burned away at her, and she felt herself give ground before the powerful blast, yet the Supreme God was not to be denied.

Once she was able to firmly stand her ground, she hurled the sphere up away from her, and fired a beam of energy into it. The prana sphere blossomed and exploded upon itself, showering all of Dudael in a brilliant blue hue. She then looked back down at Yzazil and chuckled.

"Running out of steam so early, God of Judgement? Is that why you need this false Goddess of Love at your side to help you?" Aram noted. "Oh, it would be such a shame if you burned out here and now, before the real show begins. But you, Aphrodite is it? There is no need for two Gods of Love, especially in the new world order. You're an eyesore, so perish."

Aram held out an arm, and from the particles of Prana that dazzled above Aphrodite's head shot down jagged fiery spears that rained down upon Dante's lover, ready to skewer her down where she stood.

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"Persephone... Know your true enemy. Why are you fighting us, when the real enemy is elsewhere?"

The Lord of Sheol looked at Nichelle, then at Crigan. "You came here to fight me... No, that's not true. You came here to rescue the Ninjas and Crigan." She looked up, toward the great form of Raspaganje. "And... you would have me aid you against him, as I correct? Yet, The Ninjas destroyed all of Hudai, and the people want their blood. Are they not guilty of murdering billions with their careless destruction? Are they not an example of the failure of the gods?"

"Your people are dying out there to that thing's spawn!" Crigan snapped at her. "Your soldiers are fighting to protect your citizens. Help them, help them by severing the head of the snake! Destroy that monster, help us defeat it, and the one who is-"

Crigan's mouth became muffled, and both Persephone and Nichelle heard nothing come from it. Only after what they assumed was the end of the sentence did they finally hear him again, "And once she is dealt with, and all of this is over, then we can hold Dante responsible in a fair, judicial system, not with you as the judge, jury and executioner."

Nichelle could only keep staring at Crigan. "D-did you silence yourself for most of that? What were you trying to say?"

Persephone as well could only stare. "Your mind is unreadable to me, and you speak in ways that are contrary to your nature, or are silenced completely. What manner of dark magic holds your tongue?"

"That's not something you should be concerned with, Persy."

Nichelle had only enough time to turn to the direction of the new voice before she found herself jumped on and pinned by Project Titan. The molten mockery of her form kept her restrained as Alabaster approached Persephone. She still wore the skull mask, but the black dress she had been wearing had a new addition to it, a blackened metal ornament around her neck that resembled a castle of sorts.

"Persy, don't let the words of your enemies sway you from your dream. It's okay to keep the God of Death restrained as is, but don't listen to his drivel. It only exists to poison your mind." Alabaster cast a playful glance over at the chained down Crigan, before she refocused on Persephone. "What was it again? The complete annihilation of the gods? Then I suggest we start with the most troublesome one present."

She reached the far smaller form of Persephone and turned her to look off toward where Yzazil and Aphrodite were. "Do you see those two? Snuff them out while Aram has them distracted, and then wait for the Ninjas and Tengri's ace in the hole to wear themselves exhausted before you wipe them both out. As for this girl..." She looked down at the pinned Nichelle, and shook her head. "Mental retraining will be needed for her. We can't be having such a Nyvanna clone be lost to you, right Persy?"

Crigan began to shout, but as before his words were muffled. Persephone looked to him, then at the restrained Nichelle, then at Minos who stood off and watched silently, then at Alabaster. "Yes, my advisor. My true enemy will be dealt with as you requested."

Persephone turned to face out toward where Yzazil and Aphrodite were, and she raised her right hand up high. Her ice hammer melted away, and in its place gathered together a glowing shimmering sphere of radiant energy. Her eyes never drifted from Yzazil and Aphrodite as the radiant energy pooled more and more.

"O Creator i hereby declare the defeat of human wisdom
its gaze is old, its limbs are fragile, its knowledge has stagnated
As the last true human, i have judged the countless decisions, the numerous frustrations and all of the prosperity to be void
with this single strike, The Heirophant shall be struck down..."

Those final words registered into Alabaster's mind just too late, as the ground around her erupted upward into dozens of ice shards that stabbed through her body. Her form was lifted high into the sky as the ice shards extended out and turned in on themselves, running through Alabaster's body again and again, until there was barely an inch of her that hadn't been torn through. Only then did Persephone turn to face her, and it was in that moment that Alabaster saw the murderous cold glare from Persephone's one normal eye that bore into her.

"P-"Persy... H-how did you..."

"Ring the bells of reformation! Quansb c Ascha!"

The radiant pool within Persephone's hand expanded outward above the skewered Alabaster, until it ignited into a multi-colored blaze and struck down upon Alabaster like a pillar of divine fire. Alabaster's screams filled the air, until finally the attack ceased. Where Alabaster had once stood, now there was a hole that had been burned straight through the roof of the Palace of Shadows straight through to the bottom, and further down into pure blackness. Persephone's eyes shifted down to the edge of the hole, where a small naked rat like entity lay charred and burned. A weak mewling noise escaped from its mouth, before PErsephone's foot stepped down onto it and pinned it in place.

"You thought you had me fooled, didn't you, Mother? Or, would you prefer Chang'e?" Persephone hissed down as she forced her body to grow back to its original adult frame, her clothes adjusting to match. "You are not half as clever as you think you are. Of all the things that dwell in this world, none fill me with more disgust and hatred than you and what you did to me, now and forever. You are me other true enemy, and one I will not ever give an inch to do as they please." She pressed her foot down harder, and the whimpering of the pathetic form of Chang'e intensified under her heel. "I'll end you now, and then I'll dismantle Tengri and his allies, but so long as you exist, a world where a perfected deified humanity free of higher powers can never exist. Farewell, Chang'e."
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A few moments after Evoex had left, Cthelee took another look around. His heartbeat picked up. His eyes darted around the room, trying to find his glitchy friend. His breathing slightly increased. H eshouldn't worry.. Maybe he saw something outside, and he tried to help. Surely he wouldn't be anywhere else, right!? Cthelee let out a soft gurgle, returning his gaze back to his friends. He leaned down towards Fiotto, asking him if he knew where Evoex went to.

"Oh! Yes! I do!" Fiotto raised a finger into the air. He saw that Cthelee relaxed, as if the stress was slowly washing away. He continued. "I do beleive he just went to talk with Alexei and the others. No reason to worry!" He clapped his hands together, and patted him on the wing. In truth, he didn't actually know. He lied. But if it was to calm Cthelee from getting a panic attack, wasn't it for the best. Evoex is already a weird one. There's no telling what he could do. He already started to prepare to create a cup of tea for his fluffy friend.

Markeyy was busy listening in onto the conversation, grinning widely. Aw, it seems that glitch being wouldn't join in on their fun. But oh well! He looked over at Manny, who was busy with Uquillious kissing his knees. Throwing up his striking rod, and catching it with his tail. He hopped on over to Uquillious and Manny, grinning madly. He nudged Uquillious, wanting to get her attention. She looked over at her best friend and smiled.

"Hiya!! What cha' need!?, Markeyy!? Food?"

"Actually, I think it's about time our buddy here to meet our mother! Kehehehe!"

Uquillious gasped loudly, finally letting go of Manny and jumped up in the air. "Thank you thank you!!" She looked over at Manny, swishing her tail back and forth. "You're gonna love our Mommy! She's so sweet and caring!"

Before Manny could say anything else, Markeyy was already starting to ring his bell.

Da ding, da da da ding

Cthelee stopped chatting with Fiotto as soon as he heard that tune.. That oh so familiar beat..

Da ding, da da da ding

The 6 notes of death. It still rung in his nightmares. A black and white portal spiraling into existence beside Emmanuel, crackling with divine energy. Cthelee's eyes widened, his heartbeat picked up tenfold. He knew something out of his nightmares would be returning very soon. He had to do something. He had to do something. He had to do something. It was like the world was slowing down as he kept repeating the same five words in his head He.. Had to do something! Using his wing, he pushed back Fiotto away from the bleak looking portal. He sprinted full throttle to Manny, Moving at a speed he that he hadn't ran in quite some time. The Mouth flaps opened up around his neck, several blue tongues extending out to reach towards Emmanuel.

But it was all for naught.

Before Cthelee was able to reach him, a white crooked tendrils shot out of the portal, wrapping around Manny's neck tightly. All Cthelee was able to manage was just barley touch Manny's ankles with his tongues before he was pulled into the dastardly rift. Cthelee flopped onto his belly as Emmanuel was yanked out of his sight. The portal closed. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He.. He failed to save a friend. Then a taunting voice broke the silence.

"Awww, don't cry Cthelee! He'll be alright! And so will your buddy! Even you! As long as you and those kids of Dante do as Mommy tells them to do!" Markeyy laughed, causing Fiotto to walk up to Markeyy and point at him with his blocky finger.

"H-How dare you!? You.. You absolute traitor! We took you two in our arms!

"Awww, that's a pure shame, now isn't iiit?" The little monkey bastard said in a taunting tone. "You really shouldn't just take in some random strangers willy nilly! It's just not intelligent at all!"

"Oh! OH!! I still love you Fiotto buddy pal!!" Uquillious walked up and hugged Fiotto. The little robot wasn't pleased though, as he pushed Uquillious off of him.

"No! NO! Get off! I've had it up to here with rotten to the core people!"

Uquillious whimpered, wrapping her tail around one of her legs. "I-I.. I don't think I'm that bad.. Nor Markeyy!" She stomped a hoof, looking angrily at Fiotto.

Cthelee was still on the floor, still processing what just happened. Markeyy had summoned a portal, and it took Emmanuel. Yes, yes that was true. Yet Drillgore only came for him. Why only him? Leverage.. That's probably why. But the odd thing was if Markeyy and Uquillious are working with Drillgore, then why were they still here? They had witnesses, himself and Fiotto. Unless if.. Oh no.. Cthelee whipped his head to look at Markeyy, who was already in the process of ringing his bell.

Da ding, da da da ding

Another portal opened up, this one even more unstable than the previous one. With his quick thinking, he got up to his feet and grabbed hold of Fiotto with his wings. He had to book it out of here as fast as he can! Please! please please please please please!!

A loud ding emitted from Fiotto, signifying Cthelee's tea was finished. As if on cue, several white and black tendrils wrapped themselves around Cthelee and Fiotto, restricting them and holding the two down the the ground. They were going to die. They were going to die and it was all because of his trust. He had failed.. He failed Quatheral. he failed Fiotto. Just like Howo and Ishome. Cthelee's breathing picked up faster as their bodies were forced to move, making the two Quatheral beings watch as Drillgore entered the room.

"Why, greetings again, Cthelee and Fiotto. Why it almost fee-eels like f-f-forever sssince I last saw you two in per-ers-son." Drillgore's neck crumpled like a piece of paper, twisting around to survey the environment. The deadly doctor returned his gaze back to the two. "Now, wouldn't it be a shame if you two were to die right now? Imagine Ho-ow guilty the Ninjas would feeeeel if they came back and saw alllllllllll your skin and organs stretched across the room." A cold laugh echoed off inside the two Quatheral's minds. Fiotto was still struggling against the crooked tentacles containing him, whilst Cthelee was shivering out of pure fure.

"YAAAAAAAAY!!! Mommy's home!!" Uquillious cheered and stampeded towards Drillgore, hugging his lower tendrils. "I'm so glad you're here! I missed you so so much!"

"Oh, I missed you too, darling!" Drillgore's voice shifted into that of a woman's. Quatheral's voice. He returned his voice back to normal, and continued to speak. "Do not worry Cthelee. Pl-pleassee don't look so scared. If I'm going to kill anyone first in this room, it would be Fiotto!"

"G-Get away from us you pompous jerk!" Fiotto's face then displayed an ">:(" symbol.

"Oh so defiant. You were better off dead when I first killed you."

Cthelee glared down at Drillgore, but he couldn't do much.. He was just a hostage.. Yet again. W-Where was Evoex?? He.. He really hoped he was safe.

Drillgore's voice then reached out towards everyone in the city. The familiar 6 beats of death being heard across the land of the Ninja. "G-Greetings everyone-one. I am requesting that the young pupils of Dante come to the area before the m-m-m-m-medical baaaayy within the castle. I currently have two Quatheral beings held hostage, and it would be very disappointing if you let them die now, wouldn't it. I would recommend you get here quickly, or else I'm going to rip out the organs of your tea maker and smear it all over Cthelee's face. Do not test me, young ones. I have an offer to make."
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Emmanuel found himself in quite a predicament. The tentacle around his throat refused to let go, and he could feel like he was being dragged through some rocky area. It was too dark to see. All he could feel was the occasional bump from the ground that caused his legs to kick high upwards. After what seemed to be around 20 seconds of dragging, Emmanuel felt himself being raised high above the ground, only for him to be slammed back down face first into the rough rocky ground. His body tumbling across the ground like a ragdoll. His face and arms we cut up, and a few of his teeth became loose. But other than that, he was still in a good condition. Other than he still couldn't see.

Emmanuel, my good fr-friend.." Dante's voice called out to him, but it was distorted heavily. Two glowing red eyes appeared in front of him, along with a crooked smile. "Welcome. It seems like you've been tricked, dear friend. His voice shifted again, this time changing to Aphrodite's. [i"]Wa-a-ait here with the Quatheral, would you"[/i] It's voice was slightly distorted yet again.

The area around the two finally grew in lighting, with Emmanual finally being able to see around him. He was in some sort of cave, with Drillgore floating in front of him. "I suppose what she said wasn't wro-wrong. After all, I am from Quatheral as well."
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The Quatheral group leered back down at Ubel, Xpveinees clenching her fist harder than any other time in her life. She wanted them to pay for what they had done to Mommy's heart and well being! "Победите его уже!" Looking at Ubel with malice.

Before O'nugulao could do another attack, Ubel had already performed some type of magic, sending the entire ship backwards. Cider was sent flying across the interior of the ship, causing most of her body parts to shatter instantly. Xpveinees grabbed hold against one of the walls, growling in anger as the ship started to spiral out of control. The engines sputtered, temporarily disabled due to the sudden force of speed in the opposite direction.

"Получите это работать, O'nugulao!!" Xpveinees shouted, still clutching the handle on the wall for her life.

"I got it under control. I just have to get it correct." The vessel did another full turn, only mere moments from crashing into the ground. Another half turn, and O'nugulao activated the thrusters full force, causing the gravel and rocks to kick up from the ground. The vessel blasted off from the ground, heading back towards the battle. "Is everyone alright?"

"Да, я хорош." She breathed out a sigh of relief, and accidently pressed a green button next to O'nugulao.

"I-I can be doing better!" Cider only had one leg connected to her body. her other leg, arms and even ears were smashed to pieces. Luckily though, she was already starting to regenerate her lost limbs. To Xpveinees's and Cider's surprise though, they suddenly heard Cider's voice coming through the ship!

"Understood. You just hit the intercom button." they tapped the green button again, disabling it. O'nugulao tapped away at the commands of the ship as they were flying back to the battle. More weapons showed themselves on the screen. Satisfied with the arsenal, O'nugulao pulled the screen back down, and began prepping for their all-out attack. After entering in a simple code, O'nugulao placed the four living targets for their next attack. the Ninjas. After a few seconds of configuration, 8 buzz saws were sent from the sides of the ship. Each of them split off in four separate directions, 2 for each Ninja!

O'nugulao still wasn't finished however, a small blaster cannon swiveled out of the top of the vessel, taking aim at Evron, and begun to fire rapidly.

Xpveinees watched on on glee as the Ninja's were being attacked. On impulse, she pressed the green button, her voice booming out of the ship.

ВЫ ПЛАТИТЕ ЗА СВОИ ПРЕСТУПЛЕНИЯ ПРОТИВ QUATHERAL И ЕЕ ГРАЖДАН, ВЫ, НИНДЗЯ, ОТБОРЬ!

Off to the sidelines, a glitchy blue and green portal tore it's way through, and a glitchy apparition soon made it's way through. Evoex's body continued to distort rapidly, it felt like his body was covered in fire. It felt like all of his bones were broken. But he didn't have any bones. Not for a while. But for that agonizing minute he traveled, it felt like he did. His body felt so hot yet cold at the same time. Why was he only allowed to feel pain. Why couldn't he feel joy. Anything else would be fine for once. His back started to inflate, pulsating with corrupted energy. He didn't think traveling this far would cause so much pain. He should've known. teleporting was that cause of all this. So much destruction in his home. The innocent citizens.. Oh no... This was a mistake.

Everything he did was a mistake.. But he had to use these mistakes for good, right? Once it was all over, once all this calamity was over he and his new friends could fix all his previous mistakes. He was about to enter another freak out, his body starting to distort rapidly into a incomprehensible mess. But once it was over, he'll help his friends to the very end.
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The Centi-gore was torn off of Korraz's tail, slamming against the wall. Black blood oozed out of the wounds, spilling underneath The Mountain's feet. This was all strategy. His wounds were already starting to heal, the drills clanking across the ground in a rapid motion. Ducking against another one of her tail swipes, he latched onto the bottom of her tail like a parasite. Drillgore started to curl around the base of her tail, several knives burning hotter than an active volcano tore through Drillgore's own belly flesh, acting as additional arms. They tore their way into Korraz's flesh like butter, steam rising from her flesh and the blades. Her tail was only hanging on by a few threads of flesh and bone. The Centi-Gore continued it's relentless attack however, as the drill legs were no focusing along her back, drilling deeper into her body.

The voice returned in her mind, this time speaking in basic english. "My my, I wonder if there is more of you from where you came from. Why, all I need to do is go to your home world to find out. Then I can flay the skin off of allll the children there." An obvious taunt.

Drillgore's neck extended outwards, moving like clay. Two large antenna grew out of his head, turning to some type of red metal, and growing longer and longer until they they looked like bloodied scythes. The swiveled downwards slightly, before Drillgore then slammed his head down against The Blacksmith's neck, his metal antenna piercing into her throat!

As Drillgore continued his attack, he felt another presence he hadn't felt in a long time down below.. To confirm his suspicions, he reached out towards this intruder below..
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As Chang'e was plotting to take out the Machine of Unmaking, a familiar deep voice entered her mind. "Ahhh, long time no see my good friend. A most welcome surprise to see you here. Is there anything that needs to be done? I am willing to help, if you so desire."
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Layer after layer of skin split against the cold metal of Tengri's flagship, bone cracking slightly deeper with each blow. Fray reformed the thick blanket of flesh and fur that protected her skull after each strike, but there was no sign of a respite from the brutality, no hint or twinge of mercy from Drillgore. The new player on the field, the woman with one eye, was already occupied. Only Fray could get herself out of this situation.

Though perhaps she could persuade Drillgore himself to help her.

As the Quatheral killer attempted to splatter her brains against the wall yet again, Fray opened a rift. Instead of slamming her horned head into ungiving metal, Drillgore drove it into the back of his own skull!

Although it was an unconventional way to deliver a headbutt, it staggered Drillgore long enough to allow Fray to wiggle free her arms, turning them boneless and jellylike to squirm them free of Drillgore's own prison of limbs. Stretching them through the same rift, the white-furred beast extended her fingers in all directions, pulling them into long, rigid ropes supported from within by bones. Half the fleshy lashes quickly looped around Drillgore, restraining both the twisted being and herself where they were. The other half shot across the room and similarly bound the Colossal Despot.

Fray was not trying to harm the pair, only to restrain them, to give Molly more time, the stranger more of a chance.

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Twisting and turning in circles around herself like a great, black-furred eel, Bug howled angrily at Dante, all shadow and hate. The only fleck of contrast about her was the patch of human skin over her breast, the last psychical reminder of Dea. With a clap of her leathery wings, the shapeshifting horror launched herself at the ninja!

Her assault was, as always, not a directly one however.

After a few seconds of forward momentum, a rift ringed by golden lighting swallowed her up and delivered beneath Dante, hellfire broiling in her open jaws like a huge cauldron.

Booming like thunder, a pillar of otherworldly fire launched up and aimed to consume Dante!

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"That depends on what you're ignoring," Alex sighs as he fastened a crude bandage around a bleeding kelpie. "Sometimes, apathy can almost as dangerous as hate..."

The human steals a few glances at Tenkarus. "Um... for what it's worth, I don't think you're apathetic. You wouldn't have apologized if you were. Or be helping here."

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The antiquarian's eyes upturned towards the girl, before offering her a courteous bow. "Yes. I am Owlzarus. An honor to meet you. You are free to make use of any knowledge you may collect within my library to aid in your quest."

He then turned to Booled. "The girl is right, necromancy is a risky art to test upon subjects. Perhaps it would be safer to test your art of reanimation on something else first, something where the risk of error is less disastrous..."
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Watching as the two mages were engulfed by her assault, Nyx threw up her arms in victory.

"FUCK YES!" Nyx shouted, letting out an axious, yet relieved, laugh. "SAY HI TO YOUR MOM IN HELL, ASSHOLES!"

The pilot chuckled a little bit more to unwind from the tension, before she resumed a more serious posture in her pilot's chair. "Okay... okay. That's one victory, but Lae's right. We still have to cut off the head of the snake and put an end this nightmare." She looked up toward the fragmented sky, the fell white light that filled the sky and shattered space and time. "Then... we go and deal with whatever the fuck THAT is."

Grasping the controls of her massive ebon mech, Nyx commanded the titan of steel and sheolan metal to take to the skies with a sputter and a groan, jets of flame and billows of smoke filling the war-torn streets of the city below.
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Yzazil merely growled in response to Aram's jeer, yet its words rung true to him. Aram was right; he was running low on power. He had expended much of it already in order to keep pace with Persephone, and this mockery of a god had done him no favors. He would not be able to maintain this state for much longer, lest risk burning through what remains of his essence. Seeing Aphrodite in danger, the God of Judgment coalescd the mass of his Prana around the Goddess of Love to create a protective mass of Yzazil's own life force around her. Though the shield did not fully absorb the assault from Aram, it cushioned the blow enough to protect Aphrodite from serious harm.

Turning his attention back to Aram, the God of Judgment swirled into the air before a smokey azure hand of pure Prana erupted forth from Yzazil's roiling mass! As Aram attempted to maneuver to avoid it, Yzazil conjured a pillar of Prana beneath her feet, sending a scalding burst of life energy directly into her body, causing waves of searing pain to engulf her body! Though the Supreme God was sturdy, the brief distraction from the burning pain was enough time for Yzazil to seize the opportunity and punish his foe! The hand of prana grappled Aram and pulled her closer to the God of Judgment, before a second smokey hand emerged and grappled onto her and pulled her into the sky with Yzazil!

"You're right... my strength wanes," Yzazil admitted with a roiling grumble. "But my strength is still enough to ensure a bright future for this world, and all worlds that remain!"

The hands of Yzazil swelled with Prana, as the God of Judgment channeled a violent burst of paralyzing Prana into Aram, intending to destroy the Supreme god from the inside out!
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The monstrous beast Glaxion fought attempted to pursue her, even as its body was shredded and destroyed. The north winds ultimately proved a greater match than the abominable amalgam could manage, and it was destroyed, shredded to a fine puree by Glaxion's frost magic...
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A smirk appeared upon the Colossal Despot's visage as he raised a hand against Demmy's tendril barrage. An ephemeral barricade of fell energy emerged before the shadowy tyrant, intercepting the demon lord's assault with little issue, causing her assault to deflect away from him.

"A demon lord, standing against me?" The Colossal Despot smiled in full, before letting out a harrowing laugh. "What a joke! Do you not understand who yo-"

Suddenly, he found himself bound in a prison of flesh and bone conjured by Fray! The hellish overlord looked visibly disgusted by the predicament he found himself within, visage contorted from its once arrogant smirk to a visceral glower of disdain.

"Disgusting! This is what you align yourself with, demon lord? Mockeries of the flesh? Creatures of unspeakable horror?" The despot quickly regains his composure, and his proud smirk appeared upon his visage once more. "No matter... these binds cannot hold me! They cannot hold back the Colossal Despot, he who ravaged the world!"

The cloud of darkness suddenly appeared around the Colossal Despot, permeating every inch of the room like a demonic fog. The cloud intensified around the dark lord, obscuring his form completely from view. An ominous laugh rattled through the broken halls of Tengri's flagship, as the voice became deeper and more inhuman with each passing moment. The tendrils that had once grasped the Colossal Despot began to strain and groan, some snapping off and withdrawing back to their source, while other sloughed off, unable to maintain their grip properly. An ominous crimson light filled the chamber, albeit obscured by the thick shroud of shadow conjured by the fiendish overlord. The light rapidly took the form of a vaguely humanoid shape over 40 feet tall, causing the foundations of the chamber to grumble and strain beneath its mass. The monstrous figure swept its hand and dispelled the fog, revealing itself to be an abominable giant of burning red energy, the form vaguely human in its general shape. The giant lacked a proper head, instead having a swirling mass of abyssal darkness floating above its shoulders.

"My title is not mere boasting," the colossal despot cackled, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Now... time for you to perish alongside your precious friends, demon lord!"

The Colossal Despot slammed his fists into the floor, unleashing a destructive deluge of inky blackness towards Demmy and Fray!
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Tengri growled in pain, looking upon his wounded chest with an expression of disbelief, the pain of his own powers turned against him waning, even as the cloud of his very being burning away grew thicker. Sparking, golden blood dripped from the King of Kings' gaping wound, as flecks of eldritch black essence flaked from it, voraciously consuming the blood and sending ash-like residue into the air around them. How... how had this pathetic, insignificant, barbaric beast manage to wound him? HIM! The King of Kings, the Conquering Star?! Slayer of Kings and Gods?! It was an outrage, and insult! For this lesser being to draw blood... preposterous! There must have been some trick, some power that had been gifted to this beast to manage such a feat!

Tengri's gaze glared intensely upon the form of Korraz, the furred giant locked in fearsome battle with the centipede-like form of drillgore's clone. Before, slaying this creature was merely an act of necessity, an act to achieve his final ambition of slaying Ubel unfettered. But now... now, this had become a personal conflict. Korraz would feel the full brunt of the King of Kings' ire! Like many before her, she would be driven to her knees, and executed like a common animal, slaughtered for his amusement! This affront would not go unanswered!

Before Korraz could counter Drillgore's assault upon her body, the colossal warrior suddenly felt her body fighting against her! The giant attempted to lash out at Drillgore, only to suddenly feel her body bend and contort itself, slamming down onto its hands and knees in a prostrated position as her muscles and blood vessels contorted and twisted to Tengri's fell will. Korraz attempted to fight the sensation, but each tug and struggle only made the resistance tighter. Korraz's monstrous strength played against her, causing rips in her own flesh to appear, and for her muscles to tear from her own unrestrained power damaging her body. The very floor of the ship seemed to come alive soon after, as ravenous maws of iron ripped open and enclosed themselves over Korraz's arms and legs, locking the giant in her pose.

"Disgusting creature!" Tengri roared. "You have no place in this world... in MY world! PERISH!"

From before Korraz, she saw a massive flash of yellow light, followed by twin beams of golden energy lancing toward her head with intent of blowing it off!
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Nusetra, dazed by the blow from Ubel, shook off her disorientation and took in the sights and sounds of the battlefield. Her eyes drifted toward the fell light of Raspaganje before them, her face twisting to one of an almost child-like glee. It was a thing of beauty, to see him nearly emerged in full... to think, soon enough, everything would be as it was destined to be. The whole of the multiverse would be reborn, as beautiful as the new world she had envisioned all those ages ago...

Her eys turned back to the distracted Ubel. But first, she would need to dispose of this pest!

Wings spread wide, the fallen angel flew into a more advantageous position, before she raised her axe, conjuring hundreds of crimson rays of corrupted light around Ubel! With a flick of her wrist, the volley of light rays descended upon her foe from every conceivable angle to shred him apart!
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Shayatin was swift in righting herself from Daeva's vicious assault, and was quick to evade a vicious follow-up slash from Daeva as she rushed in to try and finish her off. impressive; so this was the power of one of the guardians unleashed! Perhaps she was wrong to judge them before; they had learned well from their time under Marise! It merely took the right circumstances for them to unleash their ferocity. But Shayatin would be the ultimate judge for their abilities; she would see if Daeva truly had the ferocity to act as a proper heir to Marise's throne.

Swiftly darting in to punish the missed blow, Shayatin lashed out first with her hook sword, anticipating a swift counter from Daeva. The nimble ninja, as she expected, swiftly parried the incoming blow, and lashed out with a thrust with her sword. Shayatin contorted her body, easily avoiding the counter-slash, before she lashed out with a vicious knee blow to Daeva's gut, dazing the guardian! Using this opportunity, Shayatin channeled fell purple energy into her mace, before she slammed it down upon Daeva's head, unleashing a destructive eruption of corrupt ki and sending Daeva rocketing towards a floating land mass! Vanishing in a swirl of ebony smoke, Shayatin reappeared in front of Daeva, extending a hand out and grasping the ninja by the neck, causing her to cough in audible pain. As Shayatin prepared to unleash a point-blank blast of corrupt ki into her foe's neck, however, Daeva unleashed a furious barrage of kicks into the fallen yakuza's chest, sending her foe staggering back and giving her some breathing room.

Shayatin huffed, annoyed but nevertheless impressed at her foe's growing ferocity. Lunging forward once more, Shayatin charged Daeva in a seemingly reckless maneuver. At the last moment, however, Shayatin maneuvered to the side in a feint, extending a blackened tendril from her back and aiming it directly at Daeva's heart!
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The crimson-veiled assassin chuckled, parrying each of Evron's blows with impunity, almost as if she was bored of their duel already. Her eyes pierced deep into Evron's soul, as if mocking his very existence. "I would never stoop so low as to sleep with an inferior being like yo-"

Her boast was cut-off mid sentence as a violent explosion wracked the battlefield, sending the dual-wielding assassin crashing into a nearby mass of stone with enough force to completely shatter it! Dust and debris filled the void of space, and the battlefield seemed to grow silent. The world roared back to life, however, as the assassin emerged from the roiling cloud at blinding speeds! Evron intercepted the first blow, but it struck with such ferocity as to throw stance off, allowing the second blow to stab deep into his side, drawing blood and sapping his strength.

"Toys? TOYS? That's your power?!" The assassin loosed a cold, hard laugh, though a hint of anger was audible within her tone. "You're sadder than I originally thought. You're a literal child compared to my beloved!"

The assassin dug the knife deeper - so deep in fact that her entire hand nearly became buried inside of Evron's torso, raising up Evron's body into the air, she called down another burst of heavenly lightning, sending the blast radiating through the warrior's body, before flinging him into a nearby asteroid, shattering it into pieces! The assassin's eyes widen with sick pleasure, rubbing the blodo that now stained her hand across her cheeks to sooth herself, before she dashed in towards the still recovering Evron, knives prepared to slice off his head!
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Raspganje's gaze watched the unfolding battle between Dante and Bug with great pleasure. Yes... a battle between one who wished to become one with him, and one who denied their purpose in the great cycle of time. A fight that ultimately did not matter, but one Raspaganje was eager to see unfold. it was only through defeat that Dante would understand the futility of his efforts; Raspaganje had learned that words meant nothing. It was only actions that mattered to the Guardians. And learn they shall.

But Raspaganje's gaze could see all... knew all. The Lord of Decay had transcended beyond the mere confines of time and space... the shackles that hindered him now would not hold him for much longer. The whole of the multiverse crumbled with each waking moment, and those who opposed him would not go unaccosted! His infinite gaze fell upon the encroaching forms of Minerva and Cercil, eliciting a mocking laugh from the monstrosity. A wave of abyssal darkness began to engulf the angels, blotting out the world around them. Sound ceased. Light was swallowed by the dark. The warriors who battled around them all faded from view. In the end, it was soon only the two angels... and Raspaganje himself.

"The two pariahs approach," Raspaganje's voice boomed around the duo, his fell crimson gaze locked upon them from within an infernal white light. "One, for false hope; another, to embrace despair. Both shall meet their end here, along with the whole of life. Soon, there shall only be void, as was always destined to be..."

From the crawling shadows around the angels, hundreds of thousands of eldritch tendrils emerged, each dripping with fell energy, and each aiming to grapple the angels and pin them down!

Meanwhile, a voice boomed within Hustistrend's mind, as she felt a shocking pain enter her mind. She glanced up for a moment, through the roiling dimensions, the swirl of time and entropy of reality's unraveling, and could make out Raspaganje's gaze locked upon her.

"A young fool, defiant of their superior, but bound to their will..." Raspaganje hissed, the thunder of his voice causing Husistrend enough pain to collapse to her knees, nearly dropping her lyre in the process. "You seek the break the chains of destiny, do you not? To be freed from your master's will? And yet, here you are... challenging your hope for freedom. Your eyes have been blinded to the truth of reality, as many have been... but perhaps, you may know true freedom yet...? All I ask is but one favor from you... and you will be free..."
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"Aries' shield!"

Ubel cried as the blade of Hellsbane glowed in a deep orange, before he swung it in a wide arc that encompassed his entire person. In an instant, at least 50 spartan shields surrounded Ubel's person, each armed with sharpened spears jutting from the center. The light rays from Nusetra slammed into Ubel with immense force from every direction. But, rather than being consumed by the energy, it instead was completely absorbed by the Olympian shields which caused for them to shine in a blinding light. Once the energy transfer was complete, Ubel used Hellsbane to angle the spears at Nusetra, and with a tap on one of the shields, the weapons were unleashed upon the angelic being. They zoomed in her direction like heat seeking missiles, carrying with them her own energy.

The large ninja wasn't done, however, for he had another threat that was pining for his attention: the unknown ship had attacked yet again. Ubel, with an exasperated breath, raised Hellsbane in front of his person, with the edge pointed away from him, and simply waited for the buzz saws to reach him. The serrated, circular blades spun angrily towards the awaiting guardian, with the only thing on their cold and heartless minds being the destruction of their unfortunate target! They honed on their prey, ready to slice Ubel to pieces... Only for such to happen to them instead. Against the might of Hellsbane, the buzz saws were promptly shredded to pieces and spiraled uncontrollably off to either side of Ubel, where they disappeared into the void of space. The larger warrior stared down the vessel disdain yet curiosity. Where had it come from, exactly? Was it one of Tengri's? Whatever the case was, Ubel was growing tired of its crew's interference. He and his siblings had a job to do here, and he wouldn't allow for some rogue ship get in the way of that. As such, the blade of Hellsbane began to glow in a pale blue coloration: the power of Poseidon himself, and Ubel prepared to strike...

Daeva, on the other hand, barely even registered her own personal buzz saws as they flew towards her at some of the slowest speeds that she'd seen in a long time. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on that of Shayatin, and merely negated the blades entirely by casually phasing through them. Then, from the perspective of the crew members aboard the unknown ship, Daeva hadn't even moved an inch, yet had completely shredded the turret that had been firing at Evron by throwing four diamond shuriken at it.

Hovering calmly in place, the Ninja Prime momentarily turned his gaze from the monstrous Bug to peer at the incoming saws. And, with a gentle flare of power from his eyes, the twin blades were promptly reduced to dust. With that, Dante turned his focus back onto Bug and awaited for her to strike. She bellowed at him with a fury before charging him, but Dante was ready this time; he knew her primary method of attack, and only had to wait to see where she would do so from. A streak of golden lightning consumed her, discarding Bug from view, but from Dante's perspective, her energy was just as easily tracible and stunk just as bad. So, when the giant eldritch appeared from below, the guardian unleashed his mighty Inferno down upon her. While Bug's own flames were mighty, they swiftly began to get overwhelmed by Dante's flaming dragon form. While Bug may have adopted the powerful energy of fire, Dante WAS the fire! The giant maw closed in on her, threatening to swallow the abomination whole.

Evron rose slowly to one knee, hissing and spitting from the radiating pain in his torso; this scantily clad bitch would pay! She aimed her boney daggers at his throat, but in a blur, her blades were intercepted by Evron's serrated katana, Shikoro Ken. Having replaced one of his Neutron Sabers, he used the brutal looking weapon to hurl the assassin's daggers at an upward angle, before plunging it deep within her stomach. The razor sharp metal teeth were curved slightly upward, so as the blade dug deeper into her torso, her insides were shredded and ravaged. Evron twisted it at a harsh left angle, before he conjured one of his bladed knuckle dusters onto his free hand, drew back, and clobbered the woman brutally in the nose. She fell off of the blade whilst Evron ripped it free, as her darkened blood splattered onto his helmet. Evron was so caught up in his fight with the assassin, that he almost hadn't detected the incoming buzz saws. He very quickly turned on a dime to face them, before using his Neutron Sabers to cleave both of them in half. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end to Evron's annoyance, for just as soon as he got rid of the blades, was he then peppered by gunfire from the vessel hovering nearby. With a growl, he spun one of his blades like a propeller to block the oncoming fire, causing for the rounds to fly every which way. But then, much to his surprise, the assault was cut short.

"Thank you, Daeva. You're welcome, Evron." Daeva psychically stated. Just then, Shayatin recovered in a flash and was on Daeva in the blink of an eye. The brawl between the two ninjas was swift yet brutal, as the fallen general had managed to eventually gain the upper hand for but a moment. Daeva righted herself and cracked her neck from having just had Shayatin's claws wrapped around it like a vice. Clutching her feather weight blade with ferocity, the youngest guardian waited for her undead foe to make the next move, to which she did in a blur of violent speed. To Daeva's eyes, Shayatin foolishly and uncharacteristically rushed her blindly, but in the very last moment, the latter shot to the side and hurled a sharpened tendril right towards her heart!

Such may have worked, if Daeva wasn't as sharp as she was. Instead of bludgeoning her life giving organ, the tendril was cleaved in two, wriggling in anger as it floated away. Simultaneously, Daeva was already upon Shayatin before the blow had been made, grabbing the corrupted Yakuza by the throat and hurtling her towards the nearest landmass. As Shayatin flew through the air, Daeva appeared in front of her, eyes glowing with a fury.

"Kneel." She commanded with a growled undertone, and before Shayatin had even begun to register what occurred, the guardian ninja had rocked her visage with enough force to completely shatter the encroaching rocky mass like tempered glass. With her spiraling end over end through the void, Daeva then took the opportunity to trace a light blue circle into the cosmic plane, and using the whole of her palm, she struck such at hyper speed. A billowing of pure wind roared from the circle and surged towards Shayatin to shred her into pieces!

Evron turned in the direction of Daeva and shot her a nod. "Appreciate the help, Peri." He said back. Just then, a blue glow caught his eye, and he turned to see Ubel preparing to smite down the irritating ship. "Wait a second, Ubel."

Across the way, Ubel turned to Evron.

"Focus on your fight with the angel bitch... I've got something else in mind for that ship."

With a nod, Ubel yielded and lowered his weapon. "By all means, Rube, have fun."

Evron turned to the ship, and a fierce, invisible grin carved its way onto his lips. "Gentlemen..."



In his empowered state, Evron's clone capacity had increased by staggering amount. It started with 10, 5 on each side of their creator. Ten soon turned into 30, then into 50, 70, 90... Before the Quatheral's collective eyes, they were met with an impenetrable wall... An armada of ninjas. 100 cold and emotionless visors stared hungrily at the ship, eagerly waiting to be let off their leash. Evron hovered just slightly in front of them, and from the Quatheral's view, it looked as though the ninja had wings that stretched for hundreds of feet on both sides. He motioned with his head towards the ship.

"Show that vessel's crew what happens when they mess with the wrong ninja.”

The order was immediately acknowledged, and the storm of clones hunted down the lone vessel like a hundred, voracious blood hounds. They funneled around it with a terrifying quickness, and several disappeared off to the sides of the ship where those onboard couldn't see them. Without warning, the crew members discovered their weapon systems going offline; one-by-one, the ninjas were systematically destroying them. Then, the life of one thruster was abruptly cut, before the other followed suit. In just a few seconds, the ship was all but completely dead, with only the zero gravity of space keeping it afloat. Inside the cabin, all systems were dark, and the light being cast from Raspaganje himself, as well as the different powers being wielded, was quickly snuffed out. Several of the Evron copies used their own bodies to cover the windows and shroud the inside in total darkness. One banged his fist harshly against the glass, while several others ripped and tore pieces of the ship away with their bare hands. This display was as much for intimidation than an actual assault. A few grabbed ahold of the vessel to keep it stationary, allowing for their brothers to infiltrate inside. A squad of six broke inside of the cabin, three appearing directly behind the crew, two on either side to keep them boxed in, and a final ninja appeared directly in front of them, crouched on the dash. All had their blades pointed at the Quatheral, daring one of them to make a move. From how dark it now was inside, only the visors and illuminated streaks along the ninjas' bodies were visible, truly fulfilling their namesake.

The one crouched on the instrument panel, the squad "leader" in this regard, scanned their targets to determine their physical makeup and DNA. When he received the results, the ninja's blade lowered ever slightly. These beings... They were...

"Boss, I count 3 targets aboard this ship." He mentally spoke to Evron. "But that's not the important part... They're Quatheral, all 3 of them."

"What?" Evron responded in disbelief. "That can't be right. Check again and recheck to make sure."

"I did, sir, and the results are the same: These three are definitely related to our little buddies."

There was a moment of dead air, before Evron replied with clear irritation. "Why the hell are they attacking us then?! Are they Drillgore's muppets?" He wondered aloud. "Interrogate them for more info, I'll be listening."

"Sir." The clone nodded, before turning his attention to the Quatheral. He raised his blade and leaned in closer. "There are six blades trained on you right now; make any sudden moves, and all of you are dead. What we just did to your ship was barely even a warmup. Answer our questions, and no one gets hurt, understand? Now, who the hell are you, and more importantly, who do you work for? Is it that bastard, Drillgore?" He demanded.

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Emmanuel groaned from the dull, pulsating pain that now encompassed his body. A dry cough blasted from his mouth as his fingers fought grip the cold and damp earth. Raising his head to see where he was, the Yakuza's natural vision, while nowhere on the level of the ninjas, still allowed for him to make out that he'd been dropped in a cave formation. Shakily rising to his feet, Emmanuel winced from a sharp pain resonating around his ribs.

"Where the hell am I?" He wondered aloud.

Suddenly, a voice called to him, first taking on the similar tonality to Dante's, yet heavily distorted. Soon after, it changed into Aphrodite's, but still somewhat distorted. Before Manny's eyes, he stared into a pair of red ones, causing him to tense up. He took a step back, his body language clearly on the defensive. He could make out the cave, but he couldn't see the figure that stood before him. Then, around the two beings, light began to funnel in from an unknown location, and the more that came in, the clearer Manny's kidnapper became. The latter glared at Drillgore and stood his ground; half of a grin was even visible.

"Pal, you're gonna have to do a lot worse if ya plan on makin' me squawk. I was in more danger during the coup d'état of District 19 than I am now. I'd tell ya the story if you weren't such an asshole." Manny jeered. "So," he crossed his arms, "how's about you and I skip the formalities, and go straight to the much more personal, 'what do you want with me' questions, eh?"
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Pinned on her knees, Korraz thought fast, trying to think of a way to get herself out of her current predicament. It was clear that trying to brute-force her paws off these traps was not the way to go; this metal, unlike any she had come across, would not bend to her strength. That was likely Tengri's doing, and the unnatural power given to him made it difficult for her to use her magnetic powers to move the metal off of her. She expected to be hurt in the process of freeing her paws, but this was getting excessive. All she had managed to achieve was digging the spikes deeper in her flesh, and she had probably accidentally pulled something in the process. The metallic teeth of the traps had bent the metal of her gauntlets inwards, worsening the injuries. Ironically, the armor meant to protect her hands, wrists, and half of her forearms was now turned against her. She stopped struggling, just as she saw the bright glow from Tengri preparing to assail her with his unholy lightning again. Unable to bend the bolts away and incapable of moving out of the way, she resorted to the very same strategy she had before: intercepting them. Lowering her head to bite the centipede stabbing her chest and piercing its head with her teeth, she jerked her neck upwards and flung the clone towards the bolts.

The power of Unmaking, ever so horribly effective, ate pieces of the Drillipede before he collided into Tengri. Again, the conqueror suffered from the effects of his own assault, if in a diminished capacity. But despite throwing the centipede vertically so that it would block the bolts more effectively, twisted lances of energy still curled around the monstrous clone, primed to render the Borskall to ash. Korraz gritted her teeth, bracing for the inevitable.

Something dark and feathered intercepted the bolts first.

With a warbled croak, Hod was flung out of the air, crashing onto the floor before rolling to a stop just in front of the giant. Smoke rose from his wounded body, where numerous holes had been pierced right through his wings and stomach. Dark blood glistened on his feathers, pooling around him. Korraz watched on in shock. No! Why had he done this? What made his life less valuable than hers? It was not enough that she had lost her parents and adoptive father after them precisely because they had died defending her. Now she also risked losing one of her most loyal friends, the one who had been there for her when no one else was, supporting her when she had been at her weakest.

With Tengri's concentration loosened by his pain, the blacksmith finally freed herself, picking up her wounded friend in her hand and clutching him against her to protect him from further harm. She lumbered towards Tengri, who was in the midst of recovering from the previous attack. Korraz would ensure he would not recover so easily, as she caught the nearby centipede by its tail and swung him at the recovering conqueror like a whip. Both of her enemies were relentlessly crushed against one another, flesh and bones splitting and snapping as they were repeatedly pummeled, the ship shaking under the brutal power of the blows. Several times the drills and antennas of the insect-like clone struck Tengri, the floor around them every bit as broken as their bodies. There, the giant found out, as she had suspected before, that physically touching the King of Kings was a bad idea - the centipede’s flesh warped and burned off every time it came in contact with the strange energy coursing through Tengri. She wondered if wounds caused by this would even heal properly - if at all. The bleeding from her arm had not slowed at all, despite the fact that it should at least have diminished a little by now. Perhaps it would only take longer. She could only hope.

While her foes were downed, life essence spilling from both of them, Korraz stepped back a distance and set the wounded Hod on the floor, drawing a protective shield over him with her electromagnetic abilities to keep him safe.

Tengri, recovering from the brutal damage he had just taken, staggered to his feet, teeth gritted as he glared towards the giant. Blurry vision focusing, he saw his own throne pulled off its place and thrown his way, hurtling towards him like an iron-clad meteor!
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Aphrodite braced herself by creating her very own barrier of electricity to stop the false god's intense assault. But, as her barrier rose, so too did another, one that radiated more power than hers. Aphrodite looked to Yzazil, surprised by his quick intervention, but thankful all the same, evident from her steely nod. Although the judgement god's blessing didn't fully stop the spears, combined with the love goddess's shield, together they were enough to negate Aram's wrath. Aphrodite then took flight in a geyser of divine lightning and looked down upon Aram with pure malice. This wretch was nothing more than a pretender, and for her to dare claim the status as 'god of everything' was nothing short of heresy!

"You truly think yourself a god? You misguided fool! YOU are nothing but a usurper, a false idol... An insect!" Aphrodite boomed overhead, her voice carrying for miles in every direction. As she hurled javelins with her words, so too did she utterly pummel Aram's being with bolts of lightning that were a mile wide each. So hot was their heat, that the ground beneath and around the woman was glassed instantly with every impact, with it also fracturing in multiple halves from the sheer kinetic energy.

"YOU are a mockery of the gods, a putrid disgrace of true divinity! The Olympians, the Asgardians, the Ninjas, the Angels, the gods of Judgement and Light... You are but a cyst compared to them, an infection that requires a swift termination!"

The goddess threw both hands out to her side, electricity coursing across her body. On both sides did she summon four Bolts of Aphrodite, having surpassed the limits of only one. They crackled and lashed out at the air surrounding them, superheating it to the point where it visibly "boiled". She now fully controlled the rampant powers that her father cursed her with so many eons ago, and in this lightning goddess form, she would use them to eradicate any and all evil that foolishly challenged the cosmos... Starting with this despot.

"You now stand in the presence of two beings of REAL godhood... Now allow for us to demonstrate what that looks like! Pillars of Endearment, smite this fool where she stands!!!"

Aphrodite aggressively threw her arms in the direction of Aram, and her four lightning bolts transformed into gargantuan pillars of pure, divine energy. They utterly dwarfed those that she'd utilized earlier, and wielded exponentially more power, literally lighting the sky ablaze from their fury as they raced towards the false god. While Yzazil attacked Aram from the inside out, the Goddess of Love aimed to vaporize their enemy down to nothing but hot ash!

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"Manny!!!" Vale screamed as she desperately tried to grab his hand before he was pulled in. She was, however, a split second too late, for the Yakuza advisor had vanished before her, Hayden, and Alexei's very eyes. Hayden cursed and stomped the dirt, shaking the ground beneath him.

"Those damn traitors! To think, we brought them into our home, gave them our trust. They're dead... Both of them are dead the next time I see them!" Hayden seethed, cracking his knuckles for added effect.

"Hayden..." Vale tried to calm him.

"No, Vale, Hayes is right." Alexei supported, shaking his head in clear frustration. "The next time we see those two, they-"

The Night Owl was cut short when a slithering, slimy voice washed over what seemed like the whole estate. Worried murmurs and hushed gasps echoed throughout the massive Yakuza and Fae crowd. Most of them didn't know where the spine tingling voice came from, nor who it belonged to, but those few who did... Their terrified faces were deafening. And, even more disturbing, the voice had a heavy ultimatum for Dante's students: come to the medical bay, or the blood of their friends would be solely on their hands. They soon found countless eyes, the eyes of their friends and family looking at them, all wrought with worry.

“Lord Dante’s kids? What does it want with them?” One teenage boy inquired aloud.

“I say we use our numbers against that fiend and drive it out of our home!” Another middle aged and stocky man declared.

“Your heart is in the right place, Micha… But with the amount of tragedy we’ve experienced already, I don’t know if such would be the best idea.” A tall and slender, red haired woman countered, before turning to the Night Owls. “Whatever or whoever that entity is, its intentions are far from pure, young ones. Surely you realize that?”

“I happen to agree with Ms. Aeldwin.” Hale suddenly spoke from behind the trio, his tall and lanky form looming over them. “This is quite clearly a crudely designed, yet surely well thought out trap, if this interloper was brazen enough to take up refuge not only inside of my medical bay, but more importantly, within the inter-workings of a realm that is currently being guarded by several highly powerful entities.”

The trio all looked to Hale with blank faces. "Maybe so, Doc, but we can't just stand around and let our friends die." Vale spoke up, before turning to face the rest of the crowd. "We have to do this, regardless of the danger involved."

Hale caressed his wrinkled chin and gave a single nod. "Indeed. Very well..." He trailed off as a monocle-like device quickly flipped over onto his left eye. Suddenly, said contraption displayed what looked to be a live camera feed from the inside of his laboratory out in front of the kids. The doctor folded his arms behind his back, his brow slightly raised. "How very interesting, it appears that our intruder is the same, or similar being to that whom attacked us earlier. They have your two friends currently held captive, possibly for ransom, or worse."

Alexei's eyes narrowed, "It looks like Markeyy and Uquillious are with them too." He pointed with his finger.

"Assholes..." Hayden growled, clenching his fist. "I'll make them pay."

Vale looked between the two of them with slight exasperation. "Let's just focus on rescuing Fiotto and Cthelee, then we can worry about the other two, deal? Hale, is there anything you can tell us about who or what we're up against?"

"Hmmm..." The doctor narrowed his eyes as he studied Drillgore's form intently. "From the outset, your future opponent's main form of attack appears to be the two drill-like appendages on their forearms, but the possibility for additional, hidden forms of attack is very high. While their serpentine form looks to be fairly fragile, I fear that may not be the case, but I cannot accurately determine either at the moment."

The feed from the camera shut off, and Hale faced the Night Owls. "The three of you are going up against a highly dangerous, and perhaps more importantly, unpredictable opponent. Dropping your guard is not a valid option here." He stated matter-of-factly, though his concerned expression betrayed his tone. "I would highly suggest that you destroy them from the inside-out, if possible, either utilizing high temperatures, or a deadly chemical cocktail to your advantage."

The Night Owls shared a heavy look amongst themselves, and a shiver went down each of their spines. If Hale was able to deduce all that in a few seconds of just looking at Drillgore, then who knew how dangerous he would be in person. Still, Fiotto and Cthelee needed saving, and not one of the young warriors could live with him or herself should anything happen to them. And so, they all steeled themselves and prepared for battle.

Alexei looked to Hale, "Loud and clear, doc." He nodded, "We won't let them trip us up. Are the defenses activated?"

Hale shook his head, "They are not, the successive attacks that our realm has occurred so far has resulted in most of our defense systems becoming inactive, I'm afraid. And, with how busy myself and my team have been in treating the wounded, I simply haven't had any time to fix nor strengthen them." He caressed his chin once more in thought. "I imagine that is the reason why intruders seemingly continue to push through unchallenged. That will have to be a project Prince Evron and I tackle in due time, among others."

Ignoring the doctor's ramblings, Alexei nodded once again. "Good, that may work in our favor." He turned to his teammates, "With the defensives down, we'll less restricted; we can use our knowledge of the estate to our advantage, should that thing escape from the lab."

Hayden gave a thumbs up, "Sounds good to me, now enough talk, are we ready to go finally?"

"I'd say so," Vale replied, having summoned her whip. "Thanks for everything, Hale; we'll make sure not to wreck your stuff."

Hale smiled a crooked one, "I would be most appreciative, young ones, that equipment isn't cheap, you know... Do stay safe and return alive, yes?"

The ice bender smiled and nodded, before turning to her allies. "Alright, let's go."

With that, the Night Owls ventured towards the massive estate, normally a proud, regal, and inviting monument... Now had a dark and slithering cloud looming above it.

Aeldwin clasped her hands together in a prayer fashion, and whispered, "Gods, keep them safe from harm..."

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It didn't take long for the trio to arrive at the entrance to the medical wing of Hale's expansive lab. They were deathly silent, desperately wishing to not make even the tiniest noise. Vale and Alexei both position themselves on either side of the door, while Hayden remained hidden around the wall nearest to it on the left side. He slowly crept his head round the edge to peek at them for any updates, to which Vale pointed up with her finger, highlighting a circular air vent off center from where she stood. Acknowledging her, Hayden quickly skittered along the polished ceramic floors to place his body right underneath the vent. As quietly as he could manage, and using the blunt end of his spear, he reached and stretched to the point where his toes were all that was left touching the floor, and pushed the vent open. Then, like a monkey climbing a branch, Hayden scuttled up the pole and squeezed himself into the ceiling. Much to his surprise, having never had to actually be in the ceiling before, it was a lot roomier and, dare he say, luxurious in here than he’d ever expected. If ever Hayden needed a break away from everything, he would have to remember to grab a good book to read, a snack, and climb into an air vent. In any case, the stocky youngster, in a crouched position, snuck along the air shafts in search of the spot where he’d wind up directly over the medical bay.

While he did so, Vale and Alexei waited patiently outside the large titanium door, weapons clenched. The latter took a slight peek inside the room, spotting Drillgore first and noted that his back was facing the entrance. He also located the likes of both Cthelee and Fiotto, as well as Uquillious stood next to the drill wielding Quatheral. Alexei grimaced and went back into hiding, shooting Vale an anxious look. Seconds tuned into minutes, and the duo were beginning to wonder if Hayden had somehow gotten lost, until…

Guys, I’m in position, ready when you are.” Hayden psychically replied.

Vale felt an immediate weight lift from her shoulders, and she looked to Alexei, whom nodded determinedly. It was now on her to make the call. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath to calm her nerves… And made the order.

Okay… NOW!

She and Alexei, in the blink of an eye, kicked in the door and leapt into the room, while Hayden smashed down from the ceiling and aimed his spear right at Uquillious’s face.

“Don’t move! Don’t you dare move, or I’m putting this straight through your damn face!” He aggressively threatened the small unicorn.

Meanwhile, Vale and Alexei had their weapons, now imbued with ice and fire respectively, trained on Drillgore. They moved to either side of him to box the fiend in.

“Stay where you are! Move an inch, and so help me…” Alexei clenched his pole staff tighter, which ignited more flames around it.

“Fiotto, Cthelee, are you guys okay?” Vale asked whilst never taking her gaze from Drillgore. “It’s over, you disgusting creature! Let them go, take your horrible little muppets with you, and leave while you still can!”

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Outside the estate, while Alex, Tenkarus, and the others were busy at work patching up any wounded they could, the group was soon joined by a tall and lanky figure with wiry red hair.

“Ah, you must be some of the allies to the ninjas I have heard various mumblings about.” Hale greeted as he slowly approached. “Forgive my less than stellar greeting, I am Dr. Hale, the head practitioner of our realm.” He offered a bow, before immediately transitioning over to a nearby pixie. “You certainly chose a more difficult time to join us, but I believe that I speak for everyone when I say that we appreciate the help, all of the same.”

Hale knelt to meet the tiny being, and flipped on his monocle for a closer look at her injuries. “Hmm, multiple lacerations on the right upper thigh, and possible internal bleeding…” He looked the nervous Fae in her eyes, and offered a warm smile. “Fear not, my dear, this is nothing that I haven’t dealt with before. Now, do hold still for me as much as you can, this shall not but a moment.”

The good doctor then reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a handful of tiny, pebble sized gray objects, and sprinkled them onto her leg. In an instant, the objects sprung to life and began to carefully funnel into the pixie’s wounds, causing her to let out a slight yelp from a tiny pinching sensation. But, soon enough, and to her amazement, her cuts were sowing themselves shut, and before long, her leg was fully healed. She eagerly stood up to test it, and her eyes grew wide with joy when she quickly discovered her ability to walk again. The overjoyed Fae sprung to hug Hale around his neck, eliciting a soft chuckle from the Yakuza.

“You are most welcome, my dear. Now, let’s have you sit here and rest now that you are well again, yes?” He said.

The tiny being did what she was told, and plopped down onto the soft ground, while Hale moved to work on another patient, this time an older Yakuza man.

“Nanotechnology.” He spoke to the nearby heroes. “Strictly for medical purposes only, but overwhelmingly helpful, nonetheless, especially in a bind like the one that we are in currently.”

He continued to work on fixing the man’s broken arm and collarbone. “Ah yes, I hope this isn’t too much to request from you, but I do believe that we currently have an unwanted visitor in our midst, and they have two of the… What do they call themselves… Quatheral, captured. The students of Lord Dante have gone to face this intruder, but I suspect that they will require additional assistance.”

Before he could even finish his entire thought, Hale was already onto the next person, with the older Yakuza now fully healed. “If a couple of you would be so kind as to help them, while one of you stays here to assist me in attending to the wounded, I would be incredibly thankful.”
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Demmy hadn't expected the Colossal Despot to, well, become truly colossal, especially in such a small space as this. He was truly massive, and she could sense his power well. She had no clue if Fray would be able to withstand that kind of evil energy this thing was throwing around, but she wasn't willing to find out.

The destructive blackness suddenly began to funnel toward Demmy herself, avoiding Fray entirely. The cause of this was clear as Demmy's body blackened and turned into an ink like shadow which expanded out as she inhaled more and more of the Colossal Despot's energy. Her human frame was lost, instead having turned into something not quite human or natural, a single glowing red eye that now stared at eye level with the Colossal Despot. Demmy's voice echoed around his mind, not spoken but projected.

"I don't care who I align myself with. I'm not the type of person who holds any real morals or standards." A skull like pattern manifested within the shadowy darkness that made up Demogorgon, a twisted mockery of an otherwise human feature. "I never considered myself much of a hero or a villain. All I truly cared about for a long time was whatever I desired, and I still do. That desire is the wellbeing of the one I consider my closest and truest friend, and those she cares for. The rest of the world can burn as far as I am concerned, but whatever harms her, or those she cares for, whatever makes her cry or seeks to do her wrong? I will personally end them, including you."

From both sides of the Colossal Despot's true form emerged great wings of Nether that solidified as they crashed into him. At the same time, the single good eye of the Demon Lord began to shoot, not at the Colossal Despot himself, but at the ground beneath him, to weaken the hull of the ship enough to send him crashing down who knew how many flights...
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"Titania, you have suffered so much for so long. You have let your anger be all that guides you. Let it go, let it fade away. Your people are alive again, the Ninjas are taking care of them on their planet. Let it all go, and let your soul finally rest."

Miyoshi couldn't stop herself from crying. She felt Molly's words chip away at the malice that had consumed her soul. She saw before her eyes everything she had done ever since the day she had forsaken her name, every evil and cruel act she had committed, not to bring her people back, but to merely satisfy her own lust for revenge against the world. It was too much for her, the weight of her wrongs was too much for her now that the scales had been lifted from her eyes.

"Child..." Miyoshi looked down at Molly, at the radiance which flowed off the girl. "I have done unspeakable things to you. To your friends, to your allies. Yet, you wish for my soul to know peace... Why? Why treat such a wretch as I in such a way?"

Miyoshi felt Molly's presence sever something within her heart, the connection between her and Raspaganje. The powers of the Lifemother freed the Sleeping Terror from her bonds with the Star of Calamity, and Miyoshi's body began to fade as what had kept her alive in this world, what had spared her of The Heart's full power had been undone.

"Because, while i do not forgive you for what you did..." Molly stared at the fading form of Miyoshi. "Your people deserve better than their beloved leader dying as a monster. They remember you as the wise and gentle queen, and that is how you will be remembered by them, not as the Sleeping Terror Miyoshi, but as Titania, Queen of the Fae. Miyoshi will fade from the memories of all impacted by her, but Titania will be remembered by her subjects forever."

The green eyes of the dying fairy queen closed. "Yes. Th...Thank you, child... Please, beware The Heart. It is not as it seems. Beware..."

Miyoshi's form vanished, and her weight upon Molly was no more. All of that anger, all of that wrath and hatred toward the world, she had freed Miyoshi's soul of it. Finally, Titania's soul could find peace.

The sounds of combat returned to her, and Molly looked to where Demmy was. There was still a job to do, an evil to stop in its tracks.
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Hutistrend felt herself stop as Drillgore's voice popped into her mind. Did this thing mistake her for her mother? They were nothing alike, not at all! Then again, she was used to being compared to Chang'e, wherever she liked it or not.

And that pissed her off.

"Not much I can think of. I'm a little busy right no-"

A new voice boomed within her mind, and Hutistrend was nearly flung off her feet by the pain that came with it. She looked up and saw the eyes of Raspaganje glare down at her with a curious, yet intolerant gaze. Just his words alone caused pain to rip through her body, pain that nearly made her drop the lyre she was holding. His presence was overwhelming and commanding, truly a being beyond what Mother was, or even the one Mother was so fanatical about. And to think only a section of the Star of Calamity was paying attention to her. She had hoped the heroes elsewhere were keeping the bound force of nature in check, but she had underestimated Raspaganje's authority. So too had Chang'e, to send her on this mission.

Or, was that even it? No, the thought came to her, perhaps Mother did know of what she was being sent into, and was hoping to have her cake and eat it as well: For her to tear down the Machine of Unmaking and cripple Raspaganje, and for Raspaganje to kill her here and now. How infuriating to think about, that she was merely being sent as a suicide bomber. Her teeth gritted together as her anger boiled over.

"If you are so certain of your success... Then go. But, ensure that... You return alive and successful."

Clarity returned to Hutistrend's face. In that moment, the words of her beloved came back to her. There was someone waiting for her at the end of this, someone waiting for the path to be paved for them, for this fiend to be brought low and for Mother's own ambitions to be shattered. That someone was waiting for her, and she would return to them victorious.

Despite the pain, Hutistrend stood tall and returned the glare back to Raspaganje. To the Fell God's surprise, her face seemed to slightly distort and change ever so slightly as her gaze remained focused.

"You really are a fucking eyesore to look at, aren't you?" Hutistrend hissed back. "And even worse just to hear. I can tell you're one huge pile of resentments and grudges. Maybe someone else would take up your offers, but I decline, fuckface."

With one hand behind her back, she tapped her palm, and mentally began to recite a spell she had been taught. A mixture of divine and arcane energies began to pour out into her hand, all while she kept her focus on Raspaganje.

"Whatever you have to offer me, I don't need. I already have all I could ever want and more, Star of Calamity." Hutistrend stepped toward the glowing eyes of the Dragon of the Void. "You know nothing about me, nothing bar what is painfully clear on the surface. You are tethered to your realm, unable to lay a finger on those outside of it. I am but a husk, a droplet of ego guided by a greater being, the One True God. And you hold no place in his ideal world, you decomposing carcass!"

She brought her other hand out from behind her, and planted the energies down into the hull of the ship. The divine and arcane powers surged outward until they encompassed herself and the Machine of Unmaking, light pink flares of energy surging up as Raspaganje's energies were dispelled from the area. She knew the Circle of Protection wouldn't last long, only a minute at most against what this sack of shit was packing, but a minute was all the time she needed. She continued to walk forward, toward the Machine of Unmaking, and reached a hand out toward it...

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Tenkarus's face began to shift into a redder hue as she took note of Alex's comment. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." She tried to huff it off, but her voice wavered. " I-I just knew it would be better to apologize for p-p-pragmatic reasons!"

"Keep telling yourself that." Mara sighed as she finished rinsing out the burns on a dryad with cooled boiled water.

"I-It's the truth!" Tenkarus stammered. "I'm royalty, yet there's giant walking carpets around here and one smaller carpet that would eat me if I did something bad! S-ss--s-s-so better to play nice..."

Hale's presence offered just the type of reprieve Tenkarus needed. She rose to her feet, and was quick to move off toward where Hale had been pointing. "Sure, I'll go and help." Before he could reply, the ground she stood on rippled and shot forward, carrying her off toward the direction she was needed.

Risel looked over at Alex. "She seemed... awfully upset about something."

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Both angels knew they were outnumbered by their adversaries. Cercil's staff ignited as she swung it through the eldritch tendrils. The divine energy sheered through the appendages and burned away at them, but for each one that it cleared through, dozens more took its place. She raised a barrier around herself to keep the approaching appendages at bay, but as they wrapped and constricted around the barrier, their flesh sizzled against it. Slowly, it started to crack beneath the pressure...

Until, that pressure was stopped. The tendrils were severed away by a divine bladed wheel that Minerva had formed, and the fallen angel hurled it once more. The tendrils fell by the hundreds, burned and sliced away by the Archangel of War. Aetheral flames lashed out from the bladed ends and consumed all that tried to approach them, creating a far larger sphere of divine fire around the two angels.

"You have no right to decide when the end is for all life, nor does anyone else." Cercil stood firm, her wings fully extended alongside Minerva's. "All of creation has a role they play, and boundaries they cannot overstep. You will not overstep yours!"

"The only thing that will be returning to the void is your rotting corpse!" Minerva snapped, and with one hand outstretched, formed a swirling mass of Aetheral energy. She aimed it toward the visage of Raspaganje, and the Archangel of War fired her blast at him, the force which caused the very skies above Sheol to shudder, as the aetheral energy snaked and twisted through the swarms of tendrils toward their master...

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Aram's existence was pain. the bolts of lightning tore into her frame, cracking her divine body with each impact. The Supreme God felt her original self's personality begin to creep back up to the surface, as the murderous rage began to take hold within her mind. Truly, this Aphordite was a blight before her eyes, an eyesore she had grown ill of just by seeing her, let alone her voice and defiance. At least with Yzazil, there was the fun of his destruction being an extension of making Crigan suffer, but her? This vermin would not live to see the light of day-

And then, Yzazil made his move. The smokey hands gripped Aram right, and Yzazil began to flood her with destructive prana, all while Aphrodite prepared to smite her down with her greatest of bolts. Aram realized she was in a dire situation, that perhaps she hadn't been taking her foes as seriously as she should have. It was a hard lure to ignore, being freed of the restraints that had bound so much of the God of Suffering's power for so long, to have so many other deities and their authorities at her disposal. Her dismantling of Crigan had gotten to her head, and now she was about to pay the price for her hubris...

The corners of her mouth spread out, and a light chuckle escaped from her.

Were it only so easy for them.

Aram's body tore apart from the inside out, with far less resistance than Yzazil expected. Too little resistance. Her body dissolved into rays of light and golden dust, and through it flew the four bolts Aphrodite had fired down. Before Aphro's eyes, the bolts seemingly vanished into thin air as they flew through the essence of Aram. Around both Yzazil and Aphrodite, Aram's voice echoed around them.

"I am Ananga. I am the love that fills the universe. I am the light that radiates off of every body. I am the suffering of every heart. I am all, and I am none. I am the formless one, and I am the very fabric of reality."

That essence began to reform, high above the heads of Yzazil and Aphrodite. Aram reformed, yet it was clear the efforts of Yzazil and Aphro had not been in vain. The golden armor the Supreme God had been wearing was in tatters, shattered away with merely burnt shreds of it remaining. Her entire body was now engulfed in the demonic blackish flames, yet through those flames were visible the cracks and scars of the blows she had taken, with her hands and arms the most scarred. Many of her horns had been shattered or chipped.

"The chosen time has dawned. The death kneel of this reality has begun, and the new world order is beginning The Birth of the End of All has begun, and neither of you will interfere. Aphrodite, BURN."

From above Aram's head, reformed three of the lightning bolts Aphordite had thrown at her, only they were twisted and deformed now. They burned with the fell demonic energy of Nether, sickly purple in hue and corroding the very air around them. One bolt tore through the sky and struck Aphrodite clean into her gut. The bolt tore away at the Goddess of Love and ripped into her at a molecular level, striking out and severing at her very genetic structure. The blast sent Aphrodite hurtling straight down into Sheol's earth, creating a plume of smoke and flames from the impact site.

"And as for you, Yzazil... Those you hold close, that human who is your niece, I will love her as I will love everyone. She will need no other desires or wants aside from me, none of those I will chose will. All of their indulgences, all of their wants, all of their happiness will come from me, and only me. Something you will never get to see."

Two more bolts prepared themselves, and as one fired down toward Aphrodite to finish her off, another split into three and homed in on Yzazil...
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Fiotto was still trying to struggle against the restraints of Drillgore's crooked tendrils, though after a few minutes of trying, Fiotto finally gave away. He sighed out loud. "W-Why are you ev-even doing this?"

"Because I have an offer to make for these Ninjas. A choice for them to make. I say you shouldn't worry too much, dear friend. I'm almost certain these Night Owls will make the correct choice. Even if they don't, I'll still be very pleased!" Drillgore looked around the medical area to gain a sense of surroundings. Perfect. He heard a click coming from within the room. Ah. Must be Hale checking in. At this point seeing if the coast is clear and probably figuring out a way of attack to try and get the Quatherals out safely. Perfect!

Cthelee let out a defeated sigh. How did he always find himself in these situations? He was only making everything difficult for these Ninjas.. It was kind of pathetic on how much of a hindrance he was. Over and over it seemed.

"Well well my Quatheral friends, we will have company very soon..." He placed his hand and drill behind his back awaiting for the Night Owls to come.

Meanwhile, Uquillious and Markeyy cheered on...

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The air was silent. The silence was deafining. No one made a peep. Not even Uquillious suprisingly. Though, that was probably because Drillgore told her to keep quiet. The three could be sensed coming ever so closer. Drillgore waited with anticipation. While he had studied long about the Ninja's and their culture, information about the Night Owls was scarce, due to them only now starting to become a true thing. Part of him was excited to see what would they come up with. If he could guess, two were going to drop from within the ceiling, while one was going to charge in from the front door as a distraction. He heard the smallest creak. Door was opening. Perhaps peeking in. Very well. Almost a minute ticked by, Drillgore still waiting for the trio to make the first move.

Suddenly the door kicked open, causing Cthelee to flinch. All the sudden, Uquillious had a very large spear pointed towards her face. She screamed out, falling onto her rump. These were her friends, weren't they!? What was going on!? Her ears flopped to the side of her head, tears already starting to form in her eyes. S-She didn't do anything wrong! She was just following her Mother's orders! Tears started to stream down her face. Her own friends were turning their back on her..

Drillgore swiveled his head around to face Vale, his creepy smile never fading. "Greetings Vale, Alexei and Hayden." He said in a completely calm tone, no hint of concern in his voice. "A pleasure to meet you three in person. I was quite excited to see you all." His head suddenly turned around to face Alexei. "Dear friends, you'll probably nee-need help very soon." A dry chuckle escaped, Drillgore not moving an inch however.

Cthelee and Fiottot nodded at Vale, thankful that they come quickly. However, even more to the Quatherals surprise, the tendrils let go of the two, leaving no marks whatsoever. Fiotto sighed out loud. "Thank the three of you, seriously. I'll make sure you three have my tea on the house every time!"

Drillgore interrupted the conversation. Please, I had no true doubt that they would come for the save. Even then, I am still under contract to keep Cthelee alive after all these years still. A shame. Limits a bit of my creativity, at least in that particular area."

Cthelee let out a startled noise and raised an eyebrow. Wh-What was Drillgore talking about there?

"Noo.. What I truly wanted from the three of you was the deal. But first, I would advise for the Quatherals to leave.. As much as I would enjoy traumatizing them, it would make this deal a lot more difficult. I promise I won't go after them or anything. You have my word. After all, I just wanted to chat."

After a few seconds of confirmation of the Night Owls, both Cthelee and Fiotto quickly made their way out of the room. Fiotto breathed out another sigh of relief. "T-Thank goodness. May Quatheral help those three... I really hope Drillgore really does intend on just talking to them. C'mon, Cthelee. Let's get out of here before Drillgore decides to pull a trick on us!" Fiotto pulled on Cthelee's wing, and began to run-waddle to down the hallway. However, Cthelee remained stationary. He didn't budge. "H-Heeh?? Cthelee? What are you waiting for?"

Cthelee was looking towards the now closed door, his pupils slightly shrunk. When Fiotto shook his wing again, Cthelee looked down at Fiotto then back towards the door. A curiosity was stirring within Cthelee. What Drillgore had said about some contract. He... He wanted to know more. But he also wanted to make sure the Night Owls were safe too. If Drillgore wanted to pull a trick, then hopefully he could do something. Even if it was to distract that monstrosity for a second. He looked towards Fiotto with regretful eyes. He gestured for Fiotto to go on without him.

"W-WHAT!? ARE YO-MMMFPFH!" Cthelee put his wing over Fiotto's face. Cthelee nodded towards Fiotto, trying to tell him it would be okay. He would be fine. Cthelee then turned Fiotto around, telling him he would catch up with him later. Fiotto stood there for a moment before nodding back at Cthelee, tipping an imaginary hat to Cthelee before waddling off towards safety. Cthelee let out a deep breath, and pressed his head against the door to try and listen in...

Meanwhile. Drillgore was still speaking towards the Night Owls, still keeping his calm demeanor. "We still have much to talk about. Still though, I will have to do an quicker version than I want due to the current situation of the Multiverse. I'm still preparing to assist in the demolition of Raspaganje, and am almost complete with the operation. However, I'm still going to have a deal be made."

Markeyy, who was left unaccounted for due to his size was hiding away from the trio. His striking rod, now attached with spikes and nails to cause some damage to the flesh. He quietly cackled to himsed, twirling it between his fingers. He peeked out from his hiding place and grinned. He set his targets on Hayden. Isolated from the others, and a easy hit. Looking over at the other two to make sure they were distracted with Drillgore. With a promising nod, Markeyy scampered from his spot, leaping up to strike Hayden directly in the head!

Drillgore's drill arm suddenly shot upwards, a loud bang rang out. A loud male scream echoing throught the room. When the trio and Uquillious looked over to see who it was, it turned out to be Markeyy, pinned to the wall by a minature drill. Orange blood was splattered against the wall, dripping out of his wounds like a faucet. He slowly let the weapon fall from his hands and let it clatter to the floor.

Uquillious was the first one to react. "M-M-MARKEEYYYYY!!" She screamed out. She didn't know what happened. Did... Did her own mother shoot her son!? W-WHY!? Without thinking, she tried to go assist, but completely forgot about Hayden with his own weapon. Thinking she was also on the attack, he instinctively sliced into her tender flesh. Her belly was torn open. "EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" She landed on the ground with a thud, her legs squirming about. She didn't know what was going on. She just jumped and suddenly she felt really really bad. So much pain.. Blood was quickly pooling under her and seeping into her pink fur. She struggled again.

"I-I... I don't.. M-Mommmy!!.." She started to cry. The pain was really hurting now. "Mommyy!! MOMMMYY!!" She cried out again, feeling something slip out from her belly. It was like she getting a few pounds lighter each second. Her head was getting lighter. W-Was Markeyy going to be okay?? Yeah.. He had to be okay.. Tears were streaming down her face more and more. Almost as much as the blood draining from her body. But she would be okay. She had to be. Mommy w-was there to help. She would be there to make them feel alll better. And then her new friends would apologize for scaring her so much!! That sounded nice. Having delicious treats with Markeyy.. They were going to have some sort of picnic? What's a pic nic? C-Cthelee.. He was nice.. A good friend. So was that robot and werdy smiling dude that was bright colored. What his name. She couldn't remember. She was so tired.But that was okay. Sh-Sheee... She would be okay to get up for tomorrow.. It was going to be a sunny day like...like always with Markeyy and Mommy.. She was a good girll.. Y-Yeaah.. She.. Was going... to be okay.. When she woke back up, everything was going to be okay..

"Tsk Tsk, anyways." Drillgore carried on, not even acknowledging what just happened. "So, are you ready to hear this deal of mine? Because I'm afraid the chaos you just saw unfold in front of you is just the begining." He pulled out a small object from his chest, letting it fall to the ground. In a matter of a few seconds a large video feed opened up between the four of them. Along the screen, The Night Owls could see several civilians, trapped along some sort of wall. It didn't take long for them to realize it was their own people...

"D'awww, were you not pay attention to the two while they were on a walk? They were able to convince some of your people to come along to a safer place temporarily. Unfortunate that they lead them to me. But on the bright side, it looks like you don't have to worry about them anymore." Drillgore chuckled before continuing on. "Oh, but just to prove that I'm very serious about this deal, I shall perform a demonstration." On the camera view, another Drillgore floated into frame, several tentacles wrapping around a young woman next to a younge child, presumbley her daughter. Drillgore's tendrils started to stretch out the mother's limbs like something out of an old medieval torture device. The Drillgore on the camera feed had their right arm start to transform into a long, crimson chainsaw. It started up with a horrific whirr.

The Drillgore currently in the room continued on. "I am willing to give you back your citizens and return Emmanuel if you agree to these conditions." He paused, looking over to see everyone start screaming on the camera feed. The chainsaw wielding Drillgore moved closer to the mother, and swung his chainsaw his chainsaw upwards, starting to separate the poor screaming mother into two pieces. Ten seconds later, her screaming finally ceased, but the others were still heard just as loud. Both of the Drillgore's bodies shivered in pleasure.

"N-Now... What I want from you three, is for one of you to agree to take their place. But if that isn't enough motivation for some reason, I have decided to giv-ive an added benefit. If one of you are to agree, after this Multiversal Battle is over with, I will agree to not to enter a planet with a population over 10,000 intillegnt beings for 5,000 years, preventing me for going on more massacres. It's time for you Night Owl's to have another crash course, as an old accomplice would say." His voice suddenly shifted into that of a female's sounding similar to Dea's. How do y-y-you deal with a hos-hostage-ge situation!?

Drillgore smirked even wider. "Oh, if you don't agree to these terms, I won't kill your people. I'll torture them for as long as I can. Along with your friend, Emmanuel. You have twenty seconds to decide which one of you will be coming with me or not. Your time starts now."
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Drillgore hovered closer towards Emmanuel, the sadistic smile never fading. Even as he spat out another retort to Drillgore. The crooked Quatheral just simply chuckled and shook his head. "If there's one trait that's common among all you Yakuza is the undying confidence you all have. It's quite impressive to retain that ability through generations." He complimented. He placed a hand behind his own back, his neck twisting to the side to stare at Manny sideways like an owl getting ready to fly straight towards their prey. "Oh but please, don't bother with that story of District 19. Just because you put yourself in the front lines doesn't mean anything in this moment, my friend. Ali'karno simply didn't bother of torturing his subjects like I do to you. After all, you only got a scar on your chest from all that, isn't that right?" Drillgore's grin lifted just a bit upwards, leaning closer to his face.

"Oh? Are you surprised by my knowledge? I had lots of time to study the Yakuza history in my spare time. You know, besides torturing Howo and Ishome for several, several years. Such is the benefit of having such a special machine. A most hideous scream of pain banged inside of Manny's head, bouncing around inside his skull. "But please, if you're going to brag to me, you have to at least back it up with some actual strength my friend!"

Manny without even thinking tried to throw a right hand punch, but with an incredible speed, Drillgore caught his punch with his left hand. He digged his crooked fingertips into Manny's knuckles, puncturing the flesh. Fresh blood started to ooze out from his wounds. But Drillgore wasn't done yet playing with his food. A loud pop came from Drillgore's right shoulder, dislocating it. His drill arm moved out backwards, then swinging forward towards Emmanuel's right arm.

A hideous crack followed by a scream echoed out in the damp cave. Emmanuel buckled to his knees out of pure pain. When he opened his eyes again, he witnessed that his right bending completely the wrong way. Some of his bones were poking through the flesh, parts of it snapped off. Even few small bits could still be seen amidst the growing red puddle beneath him. His chin was now damp with his own blood. He didn't even notice as Drillgore's lower tendrils extend outwards and touch the ground in front of him. Emmanuel was left groaning and panting, but he felt various pricks start to pin themselves into his body. He was suddenly lifted off the ground by spikey white tendrils, several hooks digging further into his flesh.

Awww, where was your confidence in those moments, Emmanuel?" Drillgore mocked. Drillgore's form suddenly twisted downwards, spiraling down like a strange jellyfish-snake, a black tongue slurping up the blood of Emmanuel. After a few seconds of consuming, Drillgore halted, shifting back into his normal form. "Apologies. I couldn't help but examine it." A black tendril snaked it's way towards Emmanuel, the tip of it turning into a metallic color, and taking the shape of a small drill. Drillgore watched with glee as he plunged the tendril into his belly. Watching this Yakuza squirm was truly a pleasure. Not as much as killing, but it was still enough to let the dopamine into his brain.

He yanked the tendril out quickly though. Unfortunately, he had no intentions on killing him yet. That would be up for the Young Yakuza to decide. Well, might as well try to put the poison he was working on for Aphrodite into effect. He floated behind Emmanuel, and opened up part of his suit. Pulsating black organs were exposed to the open air, and Drillgore reached into a small pocket of flesh. He pulled out several syringes, filled with a purple liquid that was slightly bubbling. The Quatheral killer grew several more fingers, and shut his suit back into place. He raised the needles against Emmanuel's back. With a swift motion, he injected the syringes into his back, slowly pressing down on the plunger to inject the Sanitas Venenum directly into Emmanuel's spine. With a sickening cackle, he ripped the the syringes out of his back.

"Ohhh, How are you holding up my friend? Why I think it's barley been two minutes, and you're already worse for wear! Shouldn't you be talking back to me now? Or have you learned to hold your tongue. After all..." Drillgore floated back in front of his face, his normal hand now a large sharp grasper. "I wouldn't hesitate to yank it out of your mouth. Did you know you can't survive without your tongue if it were cut off? Such a weak liability." Drillgore returned his hand back to normal, and grabbed hold of Manny's left hand. He pulled it closer to him, causing some of his flesh to peel away like a banana peel due to the hooks still lodged in his skin. Drillgore's right drill shapeshifting into something else. A large circular disc, with a very rough texture at the end of it.

"If it makes you feel better, dear friend. I have no intentions on killing you! Dante's pupil's will have to make the decision! And to be honest, it's quite an easy choice, so the odds of them choosing correctly is quite high. Say, how do you feel about that monkey and unicorn turning out to be backstabbers? Must sting, doesn't it? And the fact they took some of your citizens and hand gifted them to me! I'm killing one of them this very moment. Right in front of Dante's pupils and her poor mother! EVERYONE YOU KNOW IS BEING MANGLED. But there is still much work for the Ninjas to do! But I have my faith in them... Tell me... What do you think what will happen once all those people are saved by those dragon balls, hrm?" A screech sounded off from Drillgore's right hand, a whirring noise soon following it. A tendril grabbed onto his left arm, forcing it towards Drillgore. With a twisted laugh, and pressed his new hand against Manny's left hand, starting to grind away his fingertips. It was only 4.93 seconds until it hit the bones. Still, it didn't stop. Drillgore kept grinding his left hand into nothing. To the point where even his thumb was starting to be grinded away...
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Evoex looked on as the chaos was unfolding in front of him. It... Wasn't pretty to say the least. He was seeing sides of Dante and Daeva he hasn't quite seen before. He didn't quite like seeing that side. In their defense however, the multiverse was in danger, so it was sort of to be expected in this situation. Evoex wanted to let out a deep breath, but it turned out to be a bit painful. Instead of breathing out, it felt more like inhaling a water balloon that was filling up with water. It was choking him. Evoex's body bent to the side, his body starting to convulse. Evoex keeled over and heaved. The ground beneath him distorted into a brightly colored mass of rock for a few seconds.

Evoex's 'breathing' were happening so quick that each one only happened for half a second. He was hyperventilating. It hurt. It hurt so much. But he had to fight through it. His belly wretched, was it a good idea to put himself in danger? Yes! Yes for the sake of the multiverse!? So why was his body trying to stop itself!? Just then, orange and pink sludge shot out of Evoex's face and onto the ground. Evoex's body shivered, part of his hands phasing through the ground. He vomited up again. His purple lab coat exploded into a ball of flames.

[Border]"AAA-ARGAAA-S8#42AAAGLfduFUUC0-"[/Border]

His text box didn't even last that long, and crashed down besides him. The box instant shattered, shards of it clung to Evoex's skin before fading away. Evoex coughed, more vomit/blood spilling out from the sides of his face. He didn't having lungs anymore, but they still felt like they were being squeezed out of life somehow. Through all the pain however, he slowly rose himself back up. Emotions Evoex, you have to keep them under control! Don't let it get to you... Even the positive ones. The fire around his lab coat went down, soon returning back to normal.

With a determined smile, he looked on the battle ahead. Just keep calm and carry on Evoex. You can do it. Too scared and you'll have an attack, too happy you'll have an attack. Keep the mind clean. You got this, Evo... You got it.

[Border]"ALRIGHT FRIENDS!! WHO'S READY FOR EVOEX T00 ASSIST!? BECAUSE I SURE AM! JUST NEED TO FILL UP THIS TEXT JUSST A BIT MOOOOOOOOREE!!!!! >:D"[/Border]

Evoex grabbed hold of the extremely long textbox, aiming it towards Raspaganje's minions. Flinging himself towards the enemy he used his textbox as a battering ram, crashing into several of the minions, even causing some of them to be sent flying up towards the air!
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The Quatheral trio didn't dare make a sound as the swarm of Evron's came flooding into the ship. The lights went out, only the dim glow coming off of Cider and O'nugulao's body was lighting up the ship. Cider's knees were shaking. She was going to die. She was going to die here and now. If not that, maybe tortured by these ninjas. They... They were no match for them. And they were going to die for it. When one of the Evron's banged against the glass, she instinctively jumped, and held onto Xpveinees's legs with her tiny crystal claws. She was expecting for Xpveinees to kick her off, but to her surprise, she didn't. She even felt shaking forming from Xpveinees as well. She was just as scared it seemed.

"Не волнуйся, Cider, я буду защищать тебя до конца." Xpveinees said in a slightly shaky voice, her voice betraying her words. Xpveinees tightened her grip around her trusty spear. Я не разочарую тебя, мамочка." Using her other hand, Xpveinees patted Cider on the head. It was cold. Yet, still not cold as the air around them. She heard the constant banging around the ship. Were they going to dismantle the ship and let it crash to the ground. Xpveinees started to sweat. How was she able to stop that from happening? It looks like she wasn't able to stop one ninja, and now there seemed to be thousands! She looked over at O'nugulao. Once again, they seemed to be completely composed. Then again, it was hard to tell anything that was going on beneath that mask of theirs. They probably had doubts of themselves as well.

O'nugulao didn't even flinch or turned around as the ships doors broke open, the group of 6 Evron's piling around the trio. When the the seeming leader landed on top of the dashboard, O'nugulao barley tilted their head to meet Evron's cold gaze. "Quite the intimidation display, Ninja." O'nugulao said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Cider physically cringed at O'nugulao's words. Dude, this wasn't the time to get snappy! They were about to die or get kidnapped!! Why get so stand off-ish now of all times!?

Xpveinees stared back at the several blades toward her neck. Sweat was now practically pouring down her face, but her resolve still stood strong. Or at least she thought so. She was still shaking in her legs, and despite her best efforts she felt a tear ever so slowly starting to creep their way to a corner of her single eye. She was so scared. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to die. Her grip loosened on her staff for only a moment. Probably due to the sweat. She didn't move though. She stared into the face of her enemy. Cold, unforgiving glow. "Подонки ниндзя." She muttered out. She stuttered, but the small comeback made her feel a tiny bit better.

Seconds turned into minutes. And minutes into hours. The wait for somebody to make a move was perhaps more deadly than the weapons themselves. Finally, the leader of Evron clones spoke up, raising his blade closer to O'nugulao's mask. Then he asked the question. No one dared to respond for the first few seconds. O'nugulao was the first one to speak. Their voice a bit sinister. "Ninja, if you must know, we are from the planet Quatheral, born directly from her holy womb of life. Not that you would understand any sort of concept of holy."

"Q-Quit it!" Cider pleaded to O'nugulao, still behind Xpveinees's legs.

"I am O'nugulao, The ambassador of Quatheral and her children. The tall Quatheral wielding a spear is Xpveinees, A main member of the guard. And the small one is named Cider, our stowaway."

"Я лучший из лучших! Так что отступай!" Xpveinees suddenly shouted, prompting one of the clones to shove their weapons closer to Xpveinees. Her eye widened, her confidence shriveling back down into her throat and even further down into her heart.

"Please Xpveinees, let me do the talking." O'nugulao said with a hiss. They faced the leader again. "We work for Quatheral. No one else." There was a slight pause. "We don't know of a Drillgore. Quatheral sent us here to reclaim the kidnapped Quatheral you have under your possession. We already know your crimes of putting one species into near extinction, as revealed by an anonymous source. Your people will not reach Quatheral without a fight. If you do not return the all the kidnapped Quatheral soon, you will have declared war across Quatheral and her people. If you do comply, Quatheral will be willing to spare your lives and you will be banned from contacting Quatheral and her children ever again." O'nugulao said in a smug tone.

As the conversation was still going on, Xpveinees was slowly moving her hand up her staff, inching her thin fingers up towards the blue button on her staff. M-Maybe.. Maybe she could freeze all of these clones and smash them to pieces! Yes.. Maybe th-that could work. She still remained calm, sort of, her hand now over the blue button.

"Or you kill the three of us now, because we don't plan on going back without the missing Quatherals. Your choice Ninja."
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A small smile spread across Annity's small face. Both from Owlzarus's kindness and the warm feeling Boore was giving her. She returned a bow towards the antiquarian. "Thank you so much. I hope I won't be a bother.."

"Aww shucks! You ain't a bother! Owlzarus is super duper cool!" Once Owlzarus spoke out against the possibility of Boore's resurrection, he gasped out loud. Boore felt something within herself twitch. A strange heat in his chest. It was something similar to what he felt earlier when going into that weird time zone thingy. Wasn't happiness. No, he sort of recognized it now. Some kind of anger. Why was this happening? Was it because of where they went? Had he some kind of flu infected him? Wait, can ghosts even get diseases? It surely felt like he did! But... Why Owlzarus!? This was the cloest she ever had to having a body! Is this some cruel joke!? It certainly wasn't funny! Boore puffed out his chest, placing his hands at his hips. "W-Well listen here, buddy! I'm s-sick of being a ghost!! I reaalllly wanna do this!! We can trust her, right!?"

Annity took a step back, shocked by what Boore was proposing. "Wha? Well, like I said I don-"

"SEE!? She's got this! Annity is gonn-"

"Boore.." Booled said out softly, filling the room with silence for a moment. "This is unlike you. You've been acting strangely recently. Are you okay? You have may have undergone a defect." Booled then turned towards Owlzarus. "Sometimes our Mother's creations can have a fault due to some random trigger she didn't calculate for. Whether it's physically or mentally."

"I haven't developed a fault, Booled! I swear! Boore swung his arms around sporadically and then crossed them. "I just saw a chance for us to gain back our lives!"

"While I appreciate the thought Boore, we still have multiple problems on our hands. Ones that are bigger than us coming to life. It hurts to say that, but it is true.

"Erm.. I could still.. Do it if they want.. I do have some basics. Like, a spell that could possibly last an hour or two.. But I dunno about that.."

"Please! Please please please please!"
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As Drillgore was playing with his food, he couldn't help but feel the thrill of death coming closer to this strange white canine monstrosity. She was coming close to an end. He wanted it so desperately to happen. It needed to happen. Dark blood kept of flowing out of Fray's skull, painting Drillgore's hands in a beautiful dark crimson color. He dug his claws further into her flesh, and started to peel her flesh away. The smell of iron only grew stronger and stronger. Bang after bang against the cold walls, Drillgore was absolutely relentless.

However, after trying to bang her head against the wall again, a rift suddenly formed in the wall. It was too soon for Drillgore to change his action. He slammed Fray's head through the portal, which caused her head to collide with Drillgore's own. He briefly let go of Fray, which was all she needed. Very well then. Nice trick she had pulled off, he had to admit. She slithered out of his grasp like a furry eel, moving her arms through the rift with great speed. A blade sprouted out from Drillgore's chest, attempting to cut himself free from Fray's grasp. It was for naught however, as only more strands of arms came to wrap him up. He'd expected Fray to then crush his entire being, it would be the smart option.

But instead, she wasn't. Drillgore was able to turn his head towards the Colossal Despot and she was also restraining them. But still no attacking. Very strange. Drillgore started to formulate what to do next, calculations quickly ran through his head on what to do next and why Fray wasn't trying to kill them. Perhaps is it because she knew she couldn't fend them off? Stalling for their intended target. This white coated monster was taking the form of Daeva after all. He did have to commend her to replicate as well. That's right... She was going after Molly after all.

Several saws and blades extended outwards like a twisted pufferfish, slicing into Fray's flesh like butter. He was then met with more and more arms trying to keep him under control. It's determination was admirable. Well, why not return this favor? Drillgore's body began to shift, several black and white tendrils starting to sprout out as well, soon entangling Fray as well. In a matter of few seconds, both Drillgore and Fray were entangled in what could be described best as a yarn ball made out of white and black flesh. Any sort of gaps that were loose when restraining Drillgore were quickly filled in by Drillgore's own noodly arms. This growth even continued up towards the Colossal, until sharp crimson blades extended outwards and began to spin around like a jet engine, severing her connection with his ally; at least temporarily.

Drillgore's voice was then heard within Fray's mind, along with Daeva's. "D'awww, the hound truly is cute. Small sharp hooks shot out of Drillgore and dug deep into Fray's flesh, to the point where she could feel them scraping against her bone. "You really are a use to Daeva, I bet. You're smart as well, despite your appearance. Something was wrong, she could feel parts of Drillgore heating up. "Oh, what a shame it would be if you would fail her. Drillgore's body then began to discharge a large amount of electricity from within, at first; only a slight dull pain to Fray. It quickly amped up though, soon bright flashes of blue and yellow coming from with the white and black yarn-flesh ball. The amount was so much, it was even starting to burn away her own matter slowly!
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Drillgore hissed with pleasure as his weapons were puncturing further into Korraz's flesh. The ends of Drillgore's tendrils opening up to grow mouths, starting to eat away the Borskall's flesh. Drillgore was too busy slicing Korraz that he didn't even notice until it was too late. She grabbed hold of his body, and began to pull him away from her! Drillgore attempted to grab hold of her, but she was too strong and fast for him to properly react in time. Despite his best efforts having the ends of his tentacles forming hooks to try to grab on, he was flung off, causing large tears to form on Korraz's belly and legs. If only that were the worst of it for Drillgore though.

The Centi-Drillgore was then struck by the golden lightning. Parts of Drillgore were instantly disintegrated, and for the first time in a while; Drillgore felt pain. Ohhh, what a rush! Though, the pain still wasn't as bad when he experimented on himself. Though, this was a good contender. He slammed into Tengri, pain spreading across his body. Golden sparks were shooting out from his wounds. Drillgore tried to regenerate, but it seemed ineffective. Oh, how annoying. Several of his limbs were cracked and broken, unable to repair. Still, Drillgore did his best to stand and look at his wounds. If he wasn't able to regenerate, maybe severing these corrupted injuries would suffice! Several blades extended from Drillgore's body, hacking away the wounds like an infection.

Once he finished, he finally felt the power of regeneration return to him. Oh good, that was taken care of. He returned his attention back towards Korraz. He glanced over at Tengri, throwing his throne towards Korraz. Drillgore felt another life presence nearby. How interesting! Several large drills grew out of Drillgore's back, aiming themselves at The Mountain. With a childish giggle, the drills were shot out of Drillgore's back and towards Korraz!!
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The Lord of Sheol's blades clashed with BF-13's own. The bio-weapon was becoming used to her movements, used to her strategies, and that was problematic for Persephone. It had been far too long since she had faced someone who could keep up with her. Minos was able to do so, but not as efficiently as BF-13 was in this case. Each blow from the bio-weapon forced her further and further back, and no matter what she tried, her foe was adapting and one step ahead of her. She couldn't let herself be distracted by anything else, none of the conflict around her. She needed to focus on-

"Lord Persephone! There's something I need to share with you." The voice of Belfrit reached into her ear's coms. "It's... It's about your advisor, she's not what she seems!"

That statement brought Persephone to a momentary halt, something which BF-13 took advantage of. Twin knees crashed into the side of her face, and Persephone felt her body be went sprawling across the roof of the Palace of Shadows.

"Not now!" Persephone began to hiss, but Belfrit ignored the venom that came from Persephone's lips. Time itself seemed to slow down as she saw the bio-weapon dart toward her, both blazing swords ready to plunge into Persephone's heart.

In that moment, she felt data be sent in through her ear piece into her mind. Belfrit sent her footage, footage that within that moment, Persephone processed and understood. Her heart stopped in that fraction of an attosecond. It was... Footage from the Divine Realm, from where she had killed Adolphus, and yet... It was something else entirely. She saw herself and Adolphus clash against Alabaster, she saw and heard every moment of that battle, and she saw its outcome, of how everything seemed to change in that moment in time, from her and Adolphus fighting Alabaster to her killing Adolphus out of thin air.

Memories flooded into Persephone's mind, memories long erased and forgotten because of Alabaster's machinations. It all came back to her, and it overwhelmed the Lord of Sheol. She had been played, a tool used by Alabaster... No, by Chang'e. That was the name she had heard one of the Gyu Oni refer to her as. And that name... She remembered it...

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The little girl looked up at the sky, and was confused.

It was always clear. She could always see the sun or the many moons that circled above, wherever it be day or night. She could see the uniform blue of the day or the uniform black of the night for as long as she knew. That was how life here was, with nothing else being in the sky.

But today was different. The sun was out but... The sky had been blanketed with a drab grey coat, and deep rumblings echoed from high above. Everywhere was a drab grey with the light of the sun blocked, and while it felt cooler than before, the little girl felt all the more uneasy about it.

"Persephone, what are you doing out here?" The voice of her father called to her. She looked behind her, and saw her father, King Darius, run to her with his face pale and covered in sweat. She had never seen her father act in such a way. What was going on?

"F-father, what's happening?" She pushed herself off the see-saw she had been seated on. "Why is the sky like that? And why do you seem so worried? Is this about Marisa?"

Her father shook his head. "No, I do not think about her, and neither should you any longer, Persephone. Forget what was once your sister, she tried to... She nearly took you from me. Please, forget about her, and come back inside with me. It's not safe out here."

Persephone tilted her head. "But why? What's going on?"

"I don't need to tell you!" Her father grabbed her by the hand. "Something bad is happening, and we need to stay safe. Your friend Tenkarus is inside, and waiting for you on her family's ship."

"A ship? I can.. .be on their ship?!" Persephone's eyes widened. "That's amazing, father! If-if only Marisa could-"

"I told you to forget abo-"



Her father stopped. Persephone tried to follow his gaze, but noticed that everything around them had turned even grayer than before. The birds that had been flying through the air were motionless in flight, and the leafs were suspended in air. It was as if everything had frozen still around them. Nothing had any color to it or any motion aside from herself and her father.

"Well well, King Darius, is that the kind of tone you should be taking with your adoptive daughter?" A voice called from ahead of them. There, standing before the door back into their tower, was a woman, an unnaturally tall woman, in a large black coat and her emerald eyes hidden behind a pair of black glasses. The pink tips of her blonde hair fluttered despite there being no wind. She leaned forward, her arms held tight beneath her chest. "You should know better keeping people in the dark does you no favors."

Persephone's father placed himself between Persephone and the woman. "Who are you?" He demanded. "You.. No, I've seen you before! You were one of Titania's advisors! Chang'e... Are you here to get revenge for her imprisonment and death?"

The woman laughed, a high pitched noise that sent shivers down Persephone's spine. "What a funny man you are, Darius. I'm no friend to an actress I've grown bored of seeing, nor do I do this out of some mortal sense of revenge. Rather, merely as part of the play I am in, the preparation for something far greater, concerning your... no, my daughter."

"Whatever sick game you're playing, I won't allow you to lay a hand on Persephone!" Darius held forth a hand, and the woman's body vanished before Persephone's eyes. One second, she had been there, the next she as gone, with all that was in her place being shreds of clothing stained in black blood, and a small fleshy cube. Persephone's father let out a pained sigh as he lowered his hand.

"Father..." Persephone began to say, but a scream from Darius cut through her heart. The shadows of the torn clothing and blood snaked across the ground and into King Darius. He grabbed at his throat, and smoke billowed from his nostrils and mouth. His entire body began to smoke, and his eyes boiled within his sockets. Persephone ran to her father and screamed for him again, "Daddy, ple-"

"Stay back, Persephone!" Was the final command of the king, and Persephone could only stop herself as her father's body burst forth into a pillar of brackish fire. His body melted away within the core of the flames, and the little girl could only stand and stare in horror.

"Daddy.... Daddy..." She pleaded, but there was no answer from the fire, not at first. Then, came the unmistakable chuckle of the woman, and before Persephone's eyes, Chang'e emerged from the flames, not a scratch nor burn upon her body.

"Oh good King Darius, where are you?" Chang'e turned and twisted her body around as she held a hand over her eyes. "King Darius? Where did he... Ooooooh. I guess his body couldn't handle my rematerializing within him. How unfortunate... We've been robbed of the first pregnant male Celestial."

From behind Chang'e, a girl around Persephone's age poked her head out. She had long reddish pink hair, and wore a white and pink dress. Her feet were like cloven hoofs and a short forked tail flickered behind her. She had a stuffed doll in one arm, a three headed golden lizard with wings. "That was amazing, mama!" The girl giggled. "You telefragged him. Now do that to her!" She pointed a finger at the cowering, frightened form of Persephone.

"Yes, funny joke Huti." Chang'es jovial voice dropped to lose all sense of humor and pleasure, and she pushed Huti away from her. "Now go play somewhere else and leave me be. Mommy has some business with cute little Persy here."

"But mama-"

"I said LEAVE." Chang'e turned and struck her nails into the side of Huti's cheek. The girl screamed as blood ran down the side of her face, the nails imprint burned into her side. She sprawled across the ground, and the doll had fallen from her arms. "You're ill fit for what I have planned for this child, now piss off before I lose my temper."

The message was clear to Huti, who fled back into the flames. The flames vanished once she had entered into them, and with that Chang'e brought her attention back to Persephone. "There there, now that the eyesore is gone, it's just you and me, my dear little Persy. No more Darius for you to hide behind, nor that stuck up sister of yours to keep you safe. You're going to be your own woman, Persy, and one with a very special purpose."

The little girl tried to will herself to run, to run from the towering woman, but her body refused to budge. She was frozen in place, tears streaked down her face, as all she could mutter was a weak "Daddy... Daddy..."

Chang'e closed her eyes and smiled. "Your role as Darius's daughter has come to a close. I have a better role for you now, insurance for the future, as the soon to be vessel of my champion." Chang'es hands wrapped around Persephone's face, and the girl could feel all sense and reason within her being drained away. Everything was growing dark, everything was fading...


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Crigan had lived a long, long life. The God of Death had seen many things in his existence. He had seen his pantheon crumble to forces beyond his control, his own family perish and fade away until all that remained was him. He had seen the people who had once worshiped him turn their backs on him and become bitter and hateful toward him and spite his existence. He had seen his own wife be lured by the poisoned words of the Lord of Sheol and be twisted into Aram's new vessel. He had witnessed the birth of a mighty demon conglomerate born to kill him, and had barely held his own against it before divine intervention had sealed the conglomerate away. He had born witness to the Galactic Arena which Tenkarus had ran and Persephone had appropriated as a means to ensure Crigan's own suffering and demise against those he cared for. And he had seen the terrible and bloody war against Perspehone's forces end in the demise of Persephone and those who followed her, but at the cost of almost everything Crigan had held dear and close to him, including his own son. He had seen many things...

But none so strange as the sight which he beheld, that of great pretender who had taken the name of Mii as the evil devil upon his shoulders, who now went by Alabaster, run through across her entire body by shards of ice erupting from within her. The evil spirit seemed to have had Persephone in the palm of her hand, completely within her control, so how did...

"P-Persy..." The advisor coughed up blood from her impaled position. Her eyes widened at the sight of Persephone turning to face her, the radiant power she had been gathering formed within her hand. "H-how did you..."


"Ring the bells of reformation!" The Queen of Sheol proclaimed as she launched the sphere above the evil spirit's head. "Quansb c Ascha!"

The sphere blossomed out into the form of a five pronged leaf, then narrowed its focus down toward Alabaster and struck through her. The very air hissed and warped as the divine fires consumed Alabaster and her screams of agony. Crigan was forced to shield his eyes from the waves of destructive heat. So close to it, he could feel the force and energy behind the strike, behind the divine pillar of destruction. It was far greater than what even Aram had mustered against him, perhaps even greater than the whole of Sutekh had been.

The beam faded away, and where once Alabaster had been was now but a scorched hole through the roof of the Palace of Sheol down to the very core of the realms itself. A soft mewing noise drew Crigan's attention from the hole, to a small scorched rat like entity covered in ash and burnt flesh. Was... Was that all that remained of the evil spirit? How had she even...

Persephone's foot stepped down upon Alabaster's crippled form, and before Crigan's eyes Persephone's body returned back to the form he was most familiar with. At the same time, he felt the curse upon his mouth lift.

"You thought you had me fooled, didn't you, Mother? Or, would you prefer Chang'e? You are not half as clever as you think you are. Of all the things that dwell in this world, none fill me with more disgust and hatred than you and what you did to me, now and forever. You are me other true enemy, and one I will not ever give an inch to do as they please." Persephone pressed her foot down harder, and the whimpering of the pathetic form of Chang'e intensified under her heel. "I'll end you now, and then I'll dismantle Tengri and his allies, but so long as you exist, a world where a perfected deified humanity free of higher powers can never exist. Farewell, Chang'e."

Something caught Crigan's eyes. "Look out!" he tried to shout to Persephone, but it was too late. A burning rock struck into the back of the Lord of Sheol, and Persephone staggered forward, her foot off of the weakened Chang'e. The moment her foot was off, Chang'es rat body turned invisible, and Persephone swerved to face those who had dared strike her. It was a pair of twins, rusty brown haired women who had clearly seen better days. Their clothing was in tatters, and the one on the left was missing half of her right hand. She was leaned upon the shoulder of the twin on the right, both of their eyes burning daggers at Persephone.

"You will not lay a hand upon Mother." The one of the left hissed. "You will play your part in the new world order."

"We are the Enforcers of Mother's will." The one on the right rasped. "We shall propagate the new world order, and consume what remains of humanity. We shall promote reason and temperance in the new wor-"

The twin on the left raised up her hand just in time to block the scythe that came from Minos. A barrier in the form of a disk was all that kept her safe from the blade of the former Death Knight, before Minos leaped back and primed her scythe again.

"Siblings, of mine?" Persephone narrowed her eyes, and raised up her blackened blade. Crimson lightning coursed and surged through the blade as she likewise primed it back. Upon the sight of it, Minos lowered her weapon and stepped back. "So many surprises today. Any more I should know? No? Then it's time to make myself an only child!"

With one step forward, Persephone swung the black blade down, and the fell power within surged toward the twins. Both twins held their hands forward, and with all of their might sent forth twin beams of energy to collide with Persephone's own strike. Both energies intertwined and struck one another, and the entirety of Sheol shuddered beneath the powers at work. Yet for all of the twin's might, Persephone was mightier. Their wounds weakened them, so it was their beams were engulfed by the black blade. A last second barrier was raised to keep them safe, but even that faltered, and both were sent crashing backwards from the resulting explosion. The Lord of Sheol walked forward toward the downed twins, and as she passed by Crigan, she stopped to give him a side glance.

"Please wait there, Crigan, with your chains binding you in place. Once I have finished with these brats and my mother, I will set you free. And once all of this is done? It's back to business for us." She aimed her blade over toward Project Titan, and the thin beam that fired from it blasted the molten clone off of Nichelle and off the roof of the Palace of Shadows, and she turned to look at BF-13. "Protect him until this is all over." Were her only words for Nichelle.

Both Nichelle and Crigan, realizing the position they were in, could only nod at Persephone as she moved to finish the twins off. The Lord of Sheol raised her blade up high, as she stared down upon the twins with a look of pity and disgust.

"This is... not how it is to be..." The twin on the right groaned weakly.

"Has Nyx crippled us so much?" The one on the left pleaded. "Mother, help us..."

Persephone arched the blade further back. "Your mother has abandoned you to save her own hide. Such ignorant pe-"

Pain engulfed Persephone's entire body. Trillions of volts of electricity coursed through her body starting from her spine through the rest of her being. She felt her muscles lock up , yet she forced herself to turn her head back to face the form of Aram, who even while still fighting Aphrodite and Yzazil, had managed to find just enough time to strike Persephone. "E-even you... Aram...." She spat. Already, the paralysis was being undone, and she could begin to move. A last second betrayal, one she should have seen coming... And yet, at such a moment as this. Not that it mattered, it was only a few moments lost to her...

"Uvujam Dusgaq!"



Persephone's entire world flipped on itself in that moment. Where she had once felt power flowing through her, suddenly she felt only pain, pain magnified a thousand times from what Aram's strike had done to her. The blade dropped from her hand and clattered against the ground as she grabbed at her head and fell to her knees, and all that could come from her mouth was bloodcurling screams and tears of blood. Her fingers dug trenches into her scalp, and blackened fluid dripped down the opened wounds. Her body heaved and pulsed, her muscles swelled and retracted, and her hair lengthened out and shortened. Yet all that came from her were screams.

"PERSEPHONE!" Crigan shouted for her, and while Nichelle felt conflicted at this turn of events, even she knew that whatever was happening to Persephone was no good. She began to rush in, but was stopped as a spiraling surge of energy flew up from the downed Lord of Sheol into the heavens above. The unholy powers within Persephone struck the cracked heavens and in some places began to mend together the damaged fabric of the multiverse, and in others completely shatter it. It was only because of Crigan being chained down that he wasn't sent flying away, while Nichelle had to brace herself in with her blades into the dirt.

"My dear Persy, never give me a scare like that again." The all too familiar voice of Chang'e rose up from where the twins lay. The shadows merged from there back into the grinning form of the woman, and she held a hand to her face as she continued to laugh. "First Darius with his control over the wind, and now you with... whatever that was. I will admit, that would have killed me many times over as I once was, but thankfully for me, I have over seventy alternate timeline's worth of life energy and power. So close, Persy, yet so very far... Isn't it sad, Persy?"

A feral howl came from Chang'es side, and the the form of Minos charged at her, her scythe's head engulfed with netheral flames. She leaped up and swung down her weapon, and her scythe cut through the air with near lightning speed and precision. Every ounce of Minos's strength was put into that swing, with enough power to fell even gods and titans.

Chang'e raised up a pinkie, and deflected the blow with her nail. Yet, Crigan and Nichelle could just barely see that the edge of Chang'es nail seemed to be wavering , and shone with the exact shine that Minos's scythe did. The woman's smile only grew wider, and she pushed Minos back, before she held out a hand. Minos's body crashed to the ground as she suddenly felt much heavier than before, and she fell prone upon her face. Her mask cracked and shattered from the impact.

"Mother!" The twin on the left called to Chang'e. "Thank you for saving us!"

"Mother!" The twin on the right repeated. "You have not forsaken us!"

"My children, why would I abandon you?" Chang'e lifted both of them to their feet, then turned back to face down the still chained Crigan and embraced Nichelle. She thrusted her hands out to the side and raised her voice, "At last, the chosen time has come! What I have waited many timelines, many tens of thousands of eons to witness! Crigan, this song and dance we have been doing for so very long ends now. All of the existing plays shall be cast aside and burned, and all will be replaced with a single new play, one play for all to be unified under!"
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Rather than engulf Dante in flame, it was Bug who was swallowed, eaten whole by a dragon of flame that burned her black fur to darkest ash. The fiend howled- more in rage than pain, as pain was her old friend- but she did not give up. She could not give up, not while Dante and his allies still lived to threaten her eternity.

This furious resolve in mind, Bug's charred remains writhed with resentment, shifting and knitting back together, soot becoming inky, armored scales. If the Ninja Prime would answer her flames with flames, then she would answer a drake with drakes! A limbless wyrm formed from the burned corpse, quickly becoming two, three, four, ten, twenty, so many that it grew hard to see the stars. There was only the blackness of space and Bug. And it was not space that wished to rip Dante limb from limb. Endless hate poured upon Dante from every direction as the Bugs rushed him from all angles.

It was trivial for Dante to avoid one attack, he had proved this much many times over, but what of countless attacks?

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Despite visible worry at Tenkarus's hasty exit, Alex could not help but give Risel a small smile. "I think she just needs to get used to honesty. No, maybe more... earnesty? U- Uh, earnestness, I mean. Sorry, it's been a long time since I spoke this much English, sometimes I realize certain things have gotten... fuzzy."

"Um, do you think you could go look after her?" the olive-skinned castaway asked, glancing between the shrinking back of the Celestial and Gull.

The golden varul gave a small snort. "Have to?"

"No. But... I'd appreciate it."

"Okay," Gull grunted after a moment, swelling up to her full height to follow Tenkarus. "But if she call me a rug again, I maybe will eat her."

"Thanks," Alex smiles. "You know I'm not much use when it comes to... blows. This is a lot more my speed."

As the towering beast-woman left, Alex shot a glance back at Hale. "So, um... I'm glad to hear you still have doctorates here on... u- uh, wherever this is. I was working on one before... w- well, it's a long story, and I'm a long way from home."

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The murderous current pounded relentlessly into Fray. The agony scrambling each of her nerves grew as the number of them shrunk, her mass being eaten alive by the torturous lightning. The electricity hungered for her end, and crawled eagerly towards it, claw over bloody claw.

But Fray would crawl away just as quickly.

As her spooling, furred form was wasted away, another staggered out of it: an enormous woman, pale of skin and lacking in clothes, covered only by a tangled mass of hair that followed both over her shoulders and down her back. She squirmed from her beastly shell, slowed by the electricity like a reptile slowed by the cold, but she never stopped struggling forward. She did not need to defeat Drillgore. She did not need to win. She did not need to inflict pain or do harm. She had done far too much of that in her previous life.

She only needed to survive, and she was good at nothing if not surviving.

She had met many ancient and ageless creatures as of late, but a part of her suspected her experience may be unique. After all, had she and her twin both not split from a greater whole? If such a thing was possible, could it have happened before? Could it have happened countless times, spiraling back to the dawn of time? She did not know, but something in her made her believe so, an echo in her soul she did not recognize. Maybe it was a voice from the abyssal past, perhaps even her own voice, the very oldest version of it. Its words were too garbled to hear, but they instilled her with confidence anyway.

She had survived long enough to forget it.

She could survive this.

"I will not," came the hoarse whisper from Fray as she slunk away from Drillgore on human hands and knees. "I cannot fail Daeva."

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Owlzarus shook his head in response to Booled. "To revive you now would be very dangerous, with this one's lack of skills in necromancy. in addition, we still need to handle Raspaganje and Persephone. We've little time, now that the multiverse has begun to unravel."

Owlzarus looked up into the sky above his library. Even here, in his realm outside the realms, the sky cracked and splintered. The form of the brilliant fiend loomed ominously overhead, as the infernal thrum of the horror's brilliance began to poison the heavens themselves. "We've little time. We still need to aid the others, though we cannot afford to wait for Jake any longer."

The antiquarian's gaze falls back down upon the forms of Boore, Booled, and Annity. "it is far too dangerous for you to join this battle. If you wish, I may recreate us another set of temporal duplicates... but otherwise, it would be wise for you to stay here."
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Yzazil had no time to react from Aram's bolts of divine lightning, the brilliant assault slicing through the God of Judgment's ephemeral body and sending a spray of Prana scattering into the breeze! Yzazil loosed a pained roar as he was blown back, form visibly dissipating as he quickly reformed into his vaguely humanoid form. It seemed hopeless... no matter what he did, nothing seemed to stick! And with his strength waning, he had little time to put an end to Aram here... he would need to retreat soon or face oblivion. And if he faded... there would be none left to protect Nyx from this evil...

Despite his waning strength, Yzazil's spectral hand, shaky and weakening in form, reached forth, as he began to conjure another blade of prana. The god's resolve hardened, as he locked his eyes once more upon Aram in preparation to finish her.

But the God of Judgment had been caught off-guard once more by the change taking place before him. Had... had all of Persephone's allies turned against her? Was this the fate that had Persephone all along? Yzazil's eyes glanced between the forms of the Goddess of Love and Chang'e, eyes glowing with waning light. Two fearsome foes, neither of which would go down easily... and his resources wore thin already....

The god of Judgment snarled, and locked eyes onto Chang'e. Aphrodite seemed capable of holding Aram off for at least a moment. He only needed one shot, one blow to buy Crigan and the others time to strike. Channeling Prana into the center of his form, Yzazil began to glow brighter and brighter, before it reached a crescendo and a deluge of burning beams of prana unleashed from the god's body, each aimed at Chang'e!...
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Hovering above the battlefield, Nyx zoomed in to the top of Persephone's palace, watching as the very foundations of Sheol shook from the intense battle. The flashes of light made it difficult for Nyx to make out too many details, though the pilot did what she could to determine the actors on the battlefield. From her perspective alone, she could make out the familiar forms of Aphrodite, Yzazil, Crigan, Nichelle, and Persephone. She also saw that the twins seemed to have reappeared. She didn't recognize the golden form, but considering it stood against Aphrodite and Yzazil, she assumed they weren't a friendly.

"Fuck me, things are heating up down there..." Nyx cursed. "There's way too many people there. I can't just fire into there without risking hurting our friends. But things aren't looking good for them down there..."

But then, Nyx saw it. That bitch Alabaster showed her face once more, but this time looking a bit different. It seemed as though everyone had turned on Persephone now. She couldn't hear what Alabaster what talking about, but knowing her, it was probably more waxing of her own ego. Nyx took a deep breath, and began to lock onto Alabaster's location, watching as Yzazil made a move of his own against her. Looks like great minds thought alike today.

"Smile bitch, you're on camera," Nyx whispered to herself, as she began to bring the Erebus' hands together in preparation of unleashing a devastating laser...
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Staggered by Demmy's assault, the Colossal Despot had nary time to react to Demmy's beam burning through the floor beneath him. The Colossal Despot cursed to himself as his behemoth form began to fall deeper into the hull of the ship, but not before the giant's hands reached out and snagged one of the transformed demon lord's wings, dragging her down with him into the hellish bowels of Tengri's ship!

Using the momentum of his fall to give him the upper hand, the Colossal Despot quickly twisted his form to be on top of Demmy, unleashing vicious, shadow-empowered blows into the central mass of the demon lord's form, before he used her as a shield to protect him from the coming fall! The two soon slammed hard into the next floor, crushing machinery and robots beneath their bulk, as Demmy was smashed into the floor with enough speed to draw blood from her. The floor soon gave way once more beneath their weight, weakened by the impact, as the Colossal Despot gathered a mass of shadow in the palm of his hand that rapidly grew in size.

"It has been a while since I claimed a demon as a victim!" The mad man laughed. ?"Now PERISH!"
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Tengri was in a daze, wounded and battered by Korraz's quick thinking and raw strength. Flakes of his very being faded away as he struggled to get up. impossible... he was Tengri! Kings of Kings! The conquering Star How... how was this brute besting him?! His raw power should be more than a match for this dim-witted brute's strength! Tengri raised his hands up to in front of his face, where he looked in horror as they began to fall away into nothing. Flakes of his body faded away, metal crumbling to reveal the structure within, as that too rapidly began to fall apart. The King of king's regal armor peeled away in visible chunks, revealing his shimmering form beneath that rapidly fell apart too. Parts of Tengri's internals were slowly becoming visible - muscle, organs, bones.

"no... NO!" Tengri cursed in a panic. "I cannot die so soon! Not without my enemies falling with me!"

In a panicked rush, Tengri brought his hands together and conjured a shimmering, golden spear, one that lanced with the infernal energies of the Machine of Unmaking. Seeing Drillgore had bought him a moment, Tengri lunged forward like a bolt of lightning, before he ran his feel spear straight through Korraz's gut, the unholy weapon burning through Korraz's thick, muscular body as quickly as flame eats through ice. Though Korraz could not feel the pain, she certainly felt something was off, as flakes of her own body began to dissipate around her from the weapon's blow.

"I will not die alone! You will fade too!" Tengri yelled, maddened and desperate...
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Nusetra barely had the time to recover from her attack before Ubel had unleashed a counter assault upon her! The angel, panicking, attempted to raise a shield of demonic light to protect herself, but it was too late; the assault launched back at her with strength twicefold her own, as the spears of ares ruptured through her body, spraying black ichor through the singularity and shredding the fallen angel's body to pieces, limbs and feathers strewn through space.

The broken angel's body coughed, black ichor spraying out of her mouth, as her body reverted to reveal its true, monstrous form. "D-damn you... damn you, Ubel..." Nusetra muttered, before her body melted into nothing...
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The eruption of divine power burned its way through the crawling abyss conjured by Raspaganje, the burning sphere flying into the shimmering void that surrounded the Star of Calamity. More and more tendrils lashed out in an attempt to halt the sphere's advance, but it was to no avail; they were scorched, burned away as soon as their fell influence erupted forth into the celestial light. The sphere hurtled into the timestream abyss, the prison that held Raspaganje, and struck the leviathan dead on in an explosion of light and color, nearly matching the infernal brilliance of the god's own.

But soon, the light of Cercil and Minerva faded, revealing the form of Raspaganje in full, unfazed by their assault. The Black God merely offered them a mocking smile for their efforts.

"Your persistence is amusing, but futile. What can but two stars do to challenge heaven's wrath? What can two swords do to breach the castle wall?" Raspaganje's fell shadow suddenly seemed to expand around Cercil and Minverva, pressings in closer to the angels like a crushing vice. The darkness rapidly closed in, the pained visages of untold souls swimming within the abyssal void. The shadows threatened to swallow the angels whole, plunging them into oblivion. "Your role in this story is over. Your daughter will perish, as will all life. I had hoped you'd live long enough to see it, Cercil, to watch the hope drain from your eyes. But it was not to be. Goodbye."

But just as the smothering abyss threatened to engulf them in full, it suddenly retracted, and the angels suddenly felt the weight of Raspaganje's presence vanish. It seemed something else had captured the fell god's attention.
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Watching as Hutistrend moved in defiance to his will, Raspaganje's eyes widened in an emotion uncharacteristic to him: fear. The fear of failure, the fear of his eons of work becoming undone. No... all his efforts, all his works had led to this exact moment. He would not be undone by this pest, this insignificant vermin, discarded by even her own mother!

The weight of a million-billion souls weighed down upon Hutistrend, as if the multiverse itself impressed upon her. Raspganje's eyes narrowed with unmatched vitriol, a hate he had not felt since he had first tasted betrayal three cycles ago.

"Foolish wretch... my works will not be undone! Not by you!" Raspaganje roared, losing all pretense of civility, eyes burning with unspeakable ire. The fell god's wings flared with infernal light, a kalaeidoscopic display of the Star of Calamity's dark power, before spread wide. The Dark god's pinions were large enough to blanket the entire sky with his abominable majesty. The light intensified with brightness, as the hellish display of color slowly intensified into a singular, solid shade of blinding white.

With a final bellow, the Star of Calamity unleashed a devastating flash of corrupted energy, one that shook the entirety of his singularity. Beams of malevolent light lanced across the cosmos, the blinding flash further shattering the already broken realities around them! The eruption of power rattled Tengri's flagship, sending it spiraling wildly through space, as the destructive flash burned away at hutistrend's flesh and blinded her with its infernal majesty. Dante and Bug faired little better, as the infernal light scalded their flesh and seared their armor, shredding away reality itself as they were scattered like insects against a stiff breeze!...
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The red-veiled assassin, wounded and bodied, nevertheless twisted her form in preparation of another assault upon Evron. However, seeing that he had become... unavailable to dance, she instead focused her attention on the next nearest partner: Ubel. In a display of blinding speed, the assassin lunged through space towards Ubel, her blood painting the canvas of space like a ribbon, before she plunged her bony blades deep into the sides of his armor and flung him downwards, away from the battlefield and into nearby debris.

The assassin smirked as she descended down before the great warrior. The assassin clutched the gaping wound in her abdomen, though still managed to let out a mocking laugh to the ninja. "You look like a big guy. But how well can you dance?"

The warrior raised one of her daggers, and pointed it directly towards her foe, ready for whatever Ubel would throw her way. But her gaze suddenly became distracted, as the blinding flash of light descended upon the battlefield, blasting away the debris she and Ubel stood upon and scattering them away!

Shayatin, having finally met herself a fearsome match, had no time to right herself. Daeva's blast of destructive wind washed over her body, shredding Shayatin apart limb from limb! The destructive blast shredded away the fallen Yakuza's armor, revealing the putrid flesh and rotting bones beneath, before shredding away even that. In but a final moment, all that remained of Shayatin was a puss-filled, blackened heart, beating and twitching with dark magic.

But even still, Shayatin had not fully fallen. The blackened heart of the fallen Yakuza suddenly took on a life of its own, swelling to massive proportions. It doubled, tripled, quadrupled, even quintupled in size, until it eventually grew to the size of an elephant! Fell wings erupted from the mass, as tendrils of inky blackness slithered out from beneath it. The mass, all that remained of Shayatin's body for now, loosed a horrendous roar as it prepared to lash out with a flurry of corrupted blasts towards its foe!

That was, until the flash of light came.

The destructive radiance of raspaganje boomed through space and time, disintegrating all close enough to see it, and scalded those too strong to fall before it so easily. Shayatin's monstrous form sputtered in pain, as the fell light burned away at her body as quickly as it healed, before both she and Daeva were blasted away, deeper into the roiling chaos that surrounded them...
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Blood spilled from Korraz’s maw, splashing down on both Tengri and the ship’s flooring as the unholy spear pierced through her stomach and out her back. Its power dealt terrible harm to her insides, turning her to ash from inside-out, spreading through her body like a wave of necromantic death. No blood even flowed from the gruesome wound, the energy of Unmaking completely outdoing the power of Ristaang’s Blood. Momentarily stunned by the attack, the blacksmith lurched slightly, blood on a breath stolen from her by the damage done to her body. An odd wheeze came from her, deep and rasping, a hoarse, unnatural noise more like the sound of a dying beast than that of a living one thanks to her mangled throat.

But despite her injuries, the titan did not falter. Her eyes glanced down to the spear impaling her, clutching it tightly in one hand. As she pulled it out, Tengri’s own hands left his conjured weapon, the warlord falling back down onto the cold floor before the giant’s feet, splashing in a puddle of his and the Borskall’s combined bloods. Her hand burned horribly, but she would only be holding the weapon for a moment.

Despite all he had done, despite all the damage and hurt he had caused - to herself and to others - the look in Korraz’s eyes as she considered him was not one of anger. It was not even one of pain.

It was pity.

The giant did not know what choices and circumstances could have possibly led to him becoming what he was, but seeing him in this state, in such horrible and unnatural agony well beyond anything she had ever seen, could not help but make her feel sorry for him. Part of it was her fault, in her attempts to find a way to stop him.

She would put him out of his misery now.

Fighting off any resistance she might have had in her heart against taking the life of another, the Borskall raised the spear high above her head and brought it down decisively!
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The Night Owls all watched on in horror at the events transpiring in front of them, Hayden especially, whom couldn't believe his eyes at the sight of Uquillious laid dead on the floor, her intestines strewn across the lab. He looked down at his hands, patches of blood dripping from them after the strike from his weapon must have sent it flying everywhere. They were shaking, violently enough that Hayden could barely hold onto his spear. On that note, he peered at his weapon, seeing the bits of Uquillious still hanging from the tip, and threw it away almost instinctively.

Vale turned her head to look at him, eyes just as wide as his, her breathing short and patchy. "H-Hayden..." She muttered.

He looked at her, at Alexei, and then at Uquillious... And then at nothing, just empty space. "I... It hhh-happened so fast, I-I didn't mean to, I didn't know she was..." He sputtered like a crazy person, stressfully running his fingers through his hair and getting blood in it. He shook his head vigorously, tears pooling up in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. "I didn't know, man... I-I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't want to... I didn't mean to kill her." Hayden collapsed to his knees and kept shaking his head, "I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't..."

Vale rushed over to kneel beside him, whilst Alexei remained where he was to keep at least one weapon pointed at Drillgore. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, she attempted to shush his cries. "It's... It's okay, Hayes, it wasn't your fault... It wasn't." She tried to reassure, her eyes gazing at Markeyy's dangling corpse, crossing over to Uquillious, and finally to Drillgore, hate spewing from them.

"Alright, alright... You want one of us to go with you in exchange for our people, right?" She asked rhetorically, rising from Hayden. "Then take me."

Alexei's eyes blew open, and he shook his head in defiance. "What?! NO," he looked at Drillgore, "no, take ME!"

"Alexei, dammit!" Vale hissed. "I know what I'm doing!"

"No, you DON'T!" He threw back. "If anyone is going with this psychopath, it's me, and that's final!"

She gritted her teeth, "Why do you always have to challenge me on every decision I make?"

"Because, you don't know what you're doing! I have more experience than you do, and I'm also just trying to protect you, both of you!"

"I don't NEED protecting, Alex!"

"Yes you do!"

"STOP!" Hayden suddenly screamed, silencing both of them. Slowly, he rose to his feet, looking at neither of his teammate, and only at Drillgore through reddened eyes. "I'll go."

Vale was in disbelief, "Hayden..." She stammered.

"We're not letting you do that." Alexei said.

"You don't get to decide that, Alex." Hayden finally regarded the two of them with a hardened expression. "Neither one of you do; this is my choice." He looked back to Drillgore, "The second we leave, you bring Emmanuel and every other person you stole from us back here, not a moment sooner. Deal?"

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Hale chuckled at Alex's comment while he worked on another Yakuza patient, this time a young, orange haired woman. "Indeed. I don't believe there will ever be a time where doctors are no longer needed. I began my journey to becoming one right out of medical school." He glanced over his shoulder at the young man. "It took me 2 million years to complete it. Keep at it, Mr. Alex, you will get there soon enough."
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Dante, still with inklings of his dragon form attached to his body, looked on towards the armada of Bugs with draconic eyes. Multiple targets all pining for his attention at once, that was fine. He had the perfect solution to deal with these pests; he just needed to get some breathing room first. And such, as his swarming foe lashed out at him, Dante sped out harm's way at true light speed, leaving trails of golden flame in his wake. He zigzagged around space time, taking atypical routes and pulling abrupt maneuvers to make absolutely certain that Bug wouldn't be able to keep up with him. Satisfied enough that he'd put enough distance between himself and her, the mighty Ninja Prime turned on a sharp dime to face his attacker head on. Golden energies entrapped his armored form, seeping into every nook and cranny of his body. Now that he was in a state beyond even his full power, initiating this transformation took very little time at all, and with a sharp yell, Dante exploded into a bright ball of golden fire. Seconds later, the unfathomable amounts of energy on display transfused with the guardian's body, and summoned forth the bellowing Inferno Hydra once more. 30 million degree flames raged all across the dragon's enormous, 120 meter long body, as its three heads glowered at the living cloud of insects closing in. Soon, large spheres of Ki swelled in each of the Hydra's terrible maws, violently increasing in strength to the point where the space around them visibly recoiled and shuddered.

Then, in order to keep Bug fully away from ever touching his person, the dragon's six glowing green eyes flashed brightly to encircle its massive body in a spherical barrier. Lifting its heads to point in the direction of the Bug swarm, the Inferno Hydra took aim, and with a furious explosion of raw energy, unleashed total hellfire out from within the barrier and towards his ravenous enemy. Dante swept his titanic heads around to nail every pest that he could with 30 million degrees of fury.

He likely would have annihilated each and every last one of them, if Raspaganje hadn't unleashed reality shattering fury upon any and all nearby. Dante could only turn his heads in reaction to the expulsion of corrupted energy, not having enough time to escape nor counteract the swiftly expanding blight. The energy smashed his body with more force than he'd ever experienced, instantly eradicating the Ninja Prime's hydra form and leaving him to spiral through space at an uncontrollable rate. As if nothing more than an insect, Dante was flung through all kinds debris of varying size and shape. Both his armor and the area around his eyes were singed by the heat, and battered from the kinetic energy stacked laced on top. With quick thinking, Dante desperately flared his power outward to try and combat Raspaganje's might, just as he did with Suketh, and with the supermassive blackhole. Though, this was a force that would prove to be far beyond what the Osirian had previously wielded, yet Dante faced the challenge regardless. It took all of what the guardian had to even stop himself from hurtling across space, but he'd somehow managed and steeled himself against the power of the fell dragon. His body tensed fiercely, muscles straining with every fiber of their design to hold back the storm. The golden Ki surrounding him pushed and shoved aggressively like it was wrestling a beast, yet even in Dante's limit broken state, was it quickly beginning to falter against the Star of Calamity. He needed something more. And so, in a blinding white light, the Ninja Prime ascended to his angel form and surged with divine intensity. His now white eyes spread widely as Dante's power shoved even harder against Raspaganje, while also stifling and cleansing parts of the corruption. The warrior's great wings curled inward at the tips as they too partook in the galactic struggle.

It was the ultimate stalemate, one that Dante refused to lose... But such was an easier said than done endeavor. Even with divinity coursing through his veins, still did Dante struggle intensely to stave off Wormwood. He wouldn't fail, for the sake of the multiverse... He could NOT fail!

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The clone in charge lowered his weapon slightly, and so did his other squad mates as they stared bewilderingly at one another. "I... An 'anonymous source'?" He parroted back to O'nugulao.

"An 'anonymous source'?" Evron questioned psychically in the midst of his battle. "Are these guys kids, or just woefully stupid?"

Doing a brief scan of the Quatheral, the squad leader nodded to himself. "Outside of two, it doesn't look like it." He looked over the three beings, and allowed for his mental talk with Evron to briefly slip so they could hear him. "I think they're just a group of idiots."

"No shit? Huh, it's all starting to make sense now, considering they somehow missed the giant asshole in the sky." Evron sighed and pinched the ridge of his nose. "At ease, boys; we're not about to off a few bratty, misinformed punks, as tempting as that honestly is right now. Just... Figure out a way to send them home, or to wherever, I don't care; just get them out of the way... After teaching them the oh-so difficult concept of 'proof'."

"Sir." The clone acknowledged, and the six of them lowered their weapons to a neutral position. The leader turned his attention to O'nugulao specifically. A smirk crossed his lips; it was his turn to be smug. "A little life advice for you kids, you don't make assumptions about someone based off of an, 'anonymous source', especially not one as serious as a crime." The ninja chuckled and tapped the side of his helmet twice to make it disappear, revealing his devilishly handsome face underneath. He propped the tip of his blade onto the center console to use as an arm rest, and plopped down onto his bottom. In the dark, his glowing red eyes were piercing in their intensity. That was until, with a flick of his head, Evron's mirror image ordered on his teammates to give them a bit of light. In a moment, the ninja conjured a floating red orb in the palm of his hand, no bigger than a baseball, yet illuminated the whole interior.

With themselves now revealed, the leader leaned in close to O'nugulao, as if to tell him a secret. "We didn't kidnap your little friends, Mr. Ambassador; they came with us to our home after almost getting killed by several powerful beings. And, I have a little hunch that this 'anonymous source' you idiots have allied yourselves with is probably one of them. But, you don't have to take my word for it..."

The cloned leaned back casually and raised his right gauntlet to tap a few codes into it. Suddenly, a live feed that appeared to cover most of the physical estate, as well as the interior, was displayed before the eyes of those in attendance. He took a few moments to swipe through the different locales, before coming across one that he was satisfied with and held it up for O'nugulao and the others to see. "Well, would you look at that, isn't that Fiotto walking freely around our estate? Let's see where if we can find the others, shall we?"

Swiping some more, the Evron clone eventually settled on the inside of Hale's lab, particularly his medical bay. His face visibly darkened as a frown replaced his smugness. There, in Hale's medical bay, was the fiend in question: Drillgore. But, that wasn't all; the malevolent Quatheral also had with him a single hostage, as well as Dante's own students, and most disturbing of all, two dead bodies strewn in bloody piles across the floor. His five other squad members lowered their weapons to look on at the ghastly sight.

"Damn..." One of them murmured.

"Boss, we've got some trouble at home; looks like the old drill bastard has one of your friends held hostage in Hale's lab, and Lord Dante's kids are there too." The squad leader informed Evron.

"You've gotta be kidding me..." Evron groaned.

"I'm afraid not, sir; what are our orders?"

"The six of you take a portal back home and intercept the ugly bastard before he causes anymore trouble; take those three Quatheral with you."

"And if they refuse to cooperate?"

"Then they're shit out of luck, get them as far away from here as possible and out of our way."

The clone nodded whilst staring specifically at O'nugulao, "Roger that, boss, we'll get it done. Over and out." With the link now cut, he eyed the quirky little trio with a subtle intrigue, a smirk finding his lips once more. "Alright, listen up, we've gotta go and stop Drillgore from making a complete mess of things in our realm, and you idiots have first-class tickets to come with us. Don't want to? That's too bad, because the fact of the matter is is those ninjas out there are currently fighting to save the multiverse from total destruction... And you three are in the way."

"And, just so we're clear..." Another clone said, leaning in close to peer at Xpveinees, before he casually reached out to snatch the staff from her hand. He examined it closely for a few moments, fiddling with the blue button to see what it did, and looked her way with a mocking grin. "Your little stick here wouldn't have much more than tickle us, if that." To prove his claim, the clone tapped the staff on his head with enough force to rattle the whole ship. "We're not that delicate, sweetheart, C+ for effort!" He then handed Xpveinees her weapon back, turned to face the front glass of the ship, and summoned forth a portal from his hands.

To the uninitiated, it would have looked as though the window had been shattered to pieces, leaving behind only shards of glass hovering within a violent, hyperactive vortex. However, this was only a mirage; the vessel's glass was still very much intact from anyone's perspective on the outside. The squad leader reconjured his helmet onto his head and looked towards his peers. "Come on, grab our 3 guests here and get-"

Suddenly, all of those onboard felt a monstrous surge of energy expulsing from far beyond where the dead spaceship was. "What the hell was that?!" One of them exclaimed. The leader promptly knocked on one of the side windows, signaling any clones that were still covering it from the outside to move out of the way. When the obstruction was cleared, his eyes invisibly widened as he and his squad mates witnessed an explosion of galactic proportions heading for them, and growing near by the microsecond.

"Everyone, move, NOW!" He said, still staring at the explosion. "Get those three to safety, ASAP!"

Quickly, one of the clones snatched up Xpveinees and Cider, holding them both under his arms, while another swept O'nugulao off his feet, and the both of them dove into the portal. Followed close behind were the other three clones, the leader hurriedly guiding them through, before he himself launched into the vortex, as the ship was promptly consumed by Raspaganje's fury just moments later.

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Evron not only felt Wormwood's attack, but he of course saw it with his eyes also. It was an attack the likes of which he had never seen before, and it was breathing down his neck. "Ohhh, fuck off!" Evron shouted and just about hurled himself like a ballistic missile as fast and far away as he could from the explosion. Even as he reached the top end of his speed, everything surrounding him now but a blur, still were the hands of Raspaganje dangerously close to wrapping around his neck. Using some quick thinking, Evron created a short range portal in front of himself with a flash of his eyes and darted into it. He kept jumping in and out of various little pockets of his creation, trying desperately to avoid the rolling shockwave that was waiting for him at every turn, swearing profusely during all of it. It felt like a marathon and a half for Evron, until, much to his surprise, the corrupted energy seemed to be momentarily halted. He floated there in space, locating the source or reason for the sudden drop in the explosion's intensity... And soon found it. Dante was holding it back... By the gods... He was holding it back!

"How in the actual hell..." Evron asked in amazement, but quickly shook the cobwebs away and refocused on the task at hand. Even though Dante seemed to be handling the energy well enough, he still could use some help. As such, the master tactician blasted forward to take position next to his brother, and could immediately feel the dramatic increase in both power and intensity emanating from the Star of Calamity. Still, he pressed on, steeling himself for the inevitable power struggle, glowering daggers of white hot fury at the fell god. Soon, a massive explosion of red Ki, far larger than a nuclear mushroom cloud, intermixed with Dante's divine white energy.

Dante glanced to his left at Evron, surprise entwined with confusion at his being there. "Evron... What are you doing?!" He asked.

Evron growled like a beast as he pushed with all his might against Raspaganje. "ARRRRGGGH... I'm helping you, woman, what does it look like?!" He answered through gritted teeth.

Dante considered the warrior for a moment, and ultimately decided that it was useless to try and argue; he truthfully appreciated the help. With a firm nod, the Ninja Prime faced Raspaganje, "Alright, we hold him back together!" He shouted.

With godly, ninja fury, the two guardians collided with the ender of reality in a war of attrition, the likes of which the multiverse had never seen, nor ever would again.

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“No rest for the weary.” Is what Ubel thought to himself as, very soon after he claimed victory over the angel, he now found himself against yet another foe. Moreover, this one seemed to be, at least, from a purely raw strength perspective, as capable as the ninjas. This fight wouldn’t be easy nor quick.

Ubel regarded the bloodied, yet still seductive woman with a stoic eye.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re in my way, assassin. I suggest you fix that.” Ubel dryly stated, clenching Hellsbane tightly.

Before either one of them could strike, before the fight could even properly begin... The opposing beings were consumed by light, scalding in its viscosity, scattering them in the wind like flies. The rocky platform on which they stood was promptly reduced to atoms. Ubel spiraled head over heels in whatever direction the shockwave was carrying him, but he amazingly still held onto that mythical blade. Before the largest ninja was flattened into a barely recognizable paste, he needed to call upon said weapon to assist in his protection.

"Hellsbane, don't fail me now!!!" He yelled. With a mighty horizontal swipe, Ubel utilized the raw power of the Olympian blade to cast a barrier of pure hard light around him. Made up of the powers of every single god from the fallen empire, such a barrier did well to completely shield Ubel from Raspaganje’s wrath, allowing the corrupt energy to flow harmlessly around it.

The tallest ninja breathed an air sigh of relief before scanning the area for his scantily clad foe. No sign of her, nor her unique energy signature, but what Ubel did see instead was inherently more interesting. Flabbergasted, he watched from a distance as Dante single handily fought against the might of the Calamitous Star, his iridescent angel form casting a beautiful across the multiverse. Even more incredible, was Evron joining in the struggle, putting his all into keeping Raspaganje at bay. Though, as amazing as the sight was, Ubel knew exactly where he was needed, and wasted no time in hurtling across space to help his brothers.

Flying in like a freight train, Ubel lifted Hellsbane over his head and swung in a heavy, downward motion to strike the corrupt energy as hard as he could. The blow shook the battle space to its very core, and Ubel bared down on Raspaganje’s power with every fiber of his being. The blade of Hellsbane glowed white hot from the immense pressure and friction being inflicted upon it, with small pieces of the golden outer layer even beginning to peel away somewhat, just barely revealing the actual blade hidden beneath. Ubel’s muscles ached and groaned, his skin yelled, his bones screamed; he was putting all on the table right here, with nothing left.

Dante’s eyes expanded, glowing as bright as a star, as he put even more power into suppressing Wormwood’s ungodliness. His energy swept over his brothers, protecting them from the corruption as best it could.

“Don’t let up, boys! Raspaganje WILL NOT win here!” He powerfully declared.

“Let’s throw this bastard back into the shit hole where he belongs!” Evron shouted.

“You read my mind, Rube! For the multiverse!!!” Ubel yelled.

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Daeva's face recoiled in absolute disgust from the true form of Shayatin was revealed. A black, writhing mass of flesh and sinew, it was clear how much the black hole had affected her, how its terrible forces tore her body to pieces. Shayatin would have been dead, should have been dead, if it were not for Raspaganje gifting his, "blessing", onto her. Shayatin had gained a second chance, a new lease on life... But at the cost of her own soul. She had always been Marise's greatest weapon, his blade that never dulled. But now, in the hands of Raspaganje... She was merely a puppet, an expendable asset. A part of Daeva almost felt sorry for her, but in a way that, at this point, wished to see Shayatin put down like the feral beast she was; she was long past the point of reformation.

The youngest guardian smiled under her mask, "Well now, isn't this a sight? You never were a beauty queen before, Shay, but this? I'm gonna need eye bleach after I'm done wiping you out!" Daeva coldly mocked before extending a splayed hand out in front of herself. Using her other hand to trace a blue circle into the cosmic plane, Daeva psychically dissipated her helmet away, allowing for her brilliant blonde hair to hang low, and for Shayatin to gain one final look at the one whom would destroy her. Her very own student, the one she tried to harness and sharpen into a weapon for Marise's ever growing arsenal... Now floated before her, grown up, and having Shayatin dead to rights.

"I'd love to say that it's been a pleasure, Shayatin, but, well... I never was a good liar, was I? How about this instead: Good riddance." She replied with venom-laced words.

Just as she was about to eradicate Shayatin right then and there, Daeva noticed out of the corner of her eye a bright, piercing flash of white emanating off to the far left. She turned her head to look, and much to her horror, saw a roiling shockwave of utter devastation headed straight for her. Before Daeva could try to flee, time around her slowed to an absolute crawl, even slower than it already was whenever she traveled at hyper speed. The ninja looked around in confusion, before peering down at her hands; she hadn't done this, she knew she hadn't. In fact, she had no idea what this even was. She floated there, in the endless void of space, but it was different... All of it. It seemed almost as if Daeva were now looking at it from an entirely different perspective. Time had essentially come to a complete stop now, frozen in place, outside of the explosion which still moved, albeit at a snail's pace. She could see them... Everyone, her siblings, her allies, her family back home, beings from realms and planets even millions to billions of light years away... Daeva could see them all. It was as though they'd been placed on a checkboard of infinite proportions, all intertwined in a neat, multiversal web. If she looked up, the young guardian could see the branches of the Core, usually invisible to all forms of sight, stretching endlessly across time and space. She could even see the various "chains" that currently tethered Raspaganje to his own reality, and, much to her currently ever growing disturbance... Daeva saw past even he. She caught a glimpse into the dragon's universe, a misshapen and deformed wasteland with no rhyme or reason, just chaos for the sake of it.

Daeva set her sights back onto the shockwave that crawled towards her, now close to impact. She instinctively put out a hand to protect herself, but soon discovered that it washed harmlessly over her being. She studied it with a look of confusion, for Daeva could now see each individual molecule and atom that made up its composition. It was eerily beautiful, it's searing heat now but a warm blanket cradling her armor and exposed face. Still, there was the matter of how in the gods she had just done what she did... Was it involuntary? What had even triggered it, and why? Daeva was confident that she could have avoided the blast under her own power, so why was she here, and where was here? WHAT was it?

Suddenly, Daeva's eyes grew wide, wider than they had ever gone before. She gazed across this bizarre version of her reality in total awe, before staring down at her own hands in utter amazement. They were shaking a bit, but rather from excitement, fear, or a mixture of both, she didn't fully know. A disbelieved grin crossed her lips for but a moment, a gasp of air escaping them.

"Is... Is this... Is this..." She stammered quietly. Her eyes quivered, a single tear trying to eek its way from her eye. "She was right... Mom was right..."

She gazed around at the corrupt energy still flowing around her, and looked to where her brothers were, the three of them fighting to protect every last soul in the multiverse. "My brothers need me," Daeva started, "but how..."

Turning her attention to the energy from Raspaganje again, the ninja, using but a finger, tentatively reached out and touched a molecule. In doing so, the fragment vibrated harshly and flowed back from which it came towards Wormwood. Shortly thereafter, all around Daeva, time resumed to its normal pace, the Core's branches disappeared, and her peek into the multiverse as a whole was no more. And, the shockwave that threatened to end her, roared back towards its master with the same ferocity, threatening to crash violently into him.

Daeva floated silently in place for a moment, reeling from what just occurred. What had felt like a full minute, if not more, was, in reality, a mere second of time passed. Was it really what Daeva was thinking? Was this now her confirmation that such did indeed exist? And, if so, how had it happened, and what had caused it? Unfortunately for the young princess, those answers would have to wait for now; her brothers needed her.

“Sorry I’m late!” She said, now suddenly next to Ubel and using all of her power to push against Raspaganje, hurtling bright blue Ki into his corruption.

“I love ya, Peri, you’ve never been poignant a day in your freaking life!” Evron threw back.

“Hey, that’s not fair, you liar! I’ve on time to things loads before!” Daeva countered.

“In your dreams, maybe, and that’s a giant ass maybe!”

“Guys, cut it out and focus up!” Dante ordered with a sharpness. “We can goof off later, but right now, we’re not done! So, tighten up and keep pushing, got it?”

“RIGHT!” His siblings all said together, as the four guardians combined their exponential power to force the nigh immovable force that was Raspaganje.

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Still dazed from Aram’s previous assault, Aphrodite laid motionless in the newly formed crater she created from her forceful crash. Groggily, she slowly clawed to her feet in a lurching manner, and looked up to glare at the false god. The Goddess of Love’s eyes were filled with horror when she saw another column of energy hurtling towards her. In her wounded state, Aphrodite had no time to dodge nor counter the attack. Thus, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and prepared to tank it as best she could. Until, Aphrodite suddenly felt herself get yanked off to the side by a powerful force, yet could still very much feel the sheer amount of force and heat that resonated from the beam as it plowed into the earth.

When she felt herself back on solid ground, the Olympian opened her eyes, and came face to face with her savior. “Piccolo!” She said with surprise.

The muscular Namekian smiled back at her, tipping his head in respect. “Lady, I came as soon as I could once I saw you were in trouble. I figured you could use my help.” He replied.

“Indeed, I do, and I am ever thankful, Piccolo.” Aphrodite smiled warmly. She could feel her strength returning to her with a quickness. “Now then…” The goddess turned her ire back onto Aram and surrounded herself in divine lightning. “I believe that it is time for a little payback. This wretch shall not leave this world alive!”

With that, Aphrodite drew both her arms back as far as she was able, and hurled dozens of building sized lightning bolts at Aram, fracturing the ground beneath herself and Piccolo.

The latter nodded, “Understood!” He acknowledged and placed two fingers against his forehead. Energy crackled and sparked up and down his clawed appendages, veins in his head tensed and shuddered from the increasing power. Piccolo growled a deep and hearty chuckle, baring his white fangs at the arrogant menace. He threw his fingers out and aimed them solely towards Aram.

“Try and dodge this! SPECIAL BEAM CANNOOOOONNNN!!!”

With a high pitched, electric screech, a thin yet devastating stream of jagged energy raced from Piccolo’s fingers to charge down the usurper goddess, threatening to punch a hole straight through her heart.
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Demmy's one good eye widened as she felt her body shudder from the impact on the ground. Between that and the Colossal Despot's weight bearing down upon her, she was surprised she didn't keep falling through and into the void of outer space. Even in this semi-completed form of hers, the Colossal Despot could keep up with her.

She readied herself for the shadowy blast within his hands. Just as he blasted it down into her, the shadowy mass that was Demmy melted down into the ground, and the blast exploded against the metallic floor of the ship. The floor caved in and fell through, revealing yet more of the underside of the vessel. Demmy's voice echoed from behind the Colossal Despot as she reformed, this time back in her human frame.

"My turn." She began to charge up an eye beam, but she stopped. Between the two of them, descended down Molly, with her skirt acting as a parachute to slow her descent down into a gentle fall. Demmy's face twisted from curiosity into disbelief and horror . "Molly, what are you doing?! It's not safe here, get behind me!" She all but shrieked at the girl who landed on the floor.

To her surprise, the girl turned to face her, and Demmy could see there was no fear in the woman she had grown to know as her closest friend. It was like she was a different person, yet the same at the same time, tranquil and at peace, yet also mature at the same time.

"Demmy... Trust me." Was all Molly said to her, before she turned to the Colossal Despot. "Are you okay, knowing that you are serving someone who seeks to wipe everything out? Tengri's life is fading, he will no longer be with us. Instead, it is Raspaganje who is in control, and he seeks all life that is not himself wiped out. He is the enemy of all life, and you as well will no longer exist if he gets his way. Did you join Tengri's side for his ambitions and desires, or did you join knowing that Raspaganje would take control and wipe everything out? There is no reason for us to fight against each other when the true enemy is out there..."

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The eruption of energies tore through Hutistrend. It was like she was exposed to a supernova, the full wrath of a dying star with nothing to protect her. Despite the magic circle of protection she had placed, Raspaganje's own authority and power were too much for it, but as it cracked and shattered, it had done its job. What would have vaporized Hutistrend on the spot instead was weakened enough so that as it burned away at her flesh and muscle, the excess energies that Mother leaked into her through her own turbulent emotions was able to keep up with the damage. Parts of her face burned away to the bone, only to regenerate back within seconds. Her entire body was stuck in an agonizing loop of incineration and regeneration, taxing her own near fathomless energy reserves, and no doubt taking a good chunk from Mother's as well.

But most importantly for Hutistrend, her hypothesis was correct. If Raspaganje was truly so terrified of what she could do to the Machine of Unmaking, he would have swatted her to the side or crushed her like a bug with his own monstrous hands. She hadn't expected him to be able to send out just powerful waves of energy, but it was better than the alternative for her. Raspaganje literally could not lay a finger upon her, and that was all she needed.

It was a horrible, wretched pain that continued to tear through Hutistrend's body as she stepped further and further toward the Machine of Unmaking, but with each step she took, she willed herself to take another. How many years had she suffered from Mother's abuse and disdain for her? How many decades had she tried so hard to get her attention and make Mother proud? How many centuries had she only wanted to be loved by Mother, to see her smile with her, care for her, and be with her? How many thousands of years had she had that pipe dream, only for the wages of hatred and bitterness and wrath to eat away at her, both fueled into her by Mother and stomped into her by her Mother's own nature?

Not anymore. She knew better now. And now, she was only one less step away from ensuring such a world would finally exist, a world where she got the attention and love she deserved and more.

And compared to all of that hardship and pain she had felt over so many years? This was nothing to her.

Within her hand, she formed a dagger, and in another, she formed a doll, a doll in the vague form of Raspaganje himself. As she neared the Machine of Unmaking, the energies of the rampant weapon aided in Rasapganje's destruction of Hutistrend. Now she felt her energy reserves being drained faster than they could be replenished, and she watched as each time her skin regenerated, it was a little paler, a little frailer, a little smaller. It was now, or never.

She planted the doll against the side of the Machine of Unmaking, and with her other hand, she stabbed the blade through both the doll and into the side of the machine. She couldn't destroy it, not like this, not without killing herself, but with her own powerful magic, she could at the very least redirect some of Rasapganje's destructive energy and modify it so that the energies were flowed into the Machine of Unmaking itself and alter its properties. Where once the Machine of Unmaking was unraveling the fabric of reality, she would make it so instead, it would do the reverse, and undo the damage to space and time it was doing!

"Consider it undone by this worthless vermin, cunt!"

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As Tenkarus sped off, she buried her face in her hands. Why had she said it like that? Why couldn't she just talk to someone normal? Of course she cared. Seeing other people hurt in such a way, it tugged at her heart strings. She couldn't bear to see it but... That wasn't what a cool and proper lady was supposed to look like. Being so emotional was weak, and she wasn't weak. She had to be strong, she had to be!

She screamed into her fists. Why was this so hard for her?! And apparently, Persephone, that timid little girl she had always loved to pick on and use as a foot rest, had become so much more than Tenkarus herself could imagine... It drove her mad!

No, she couldn't think on this! There was an intruder here, and he was to be dealt with. Now, where was he? She felt the ground for vibrations upon her moving mound of earth, and she felt a particular pattern in a specific area. She willed the earth to move faster, and she raced off toward where she was needed...

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RIsel tilted her head at Hale's statement. "Two... million... years? Why so... long? Is there... that much material?"

Yet, she smiled at Alex. "I really do... Hope for the... best with her." She slowly said, her eyelids beginning to grow heavy.

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"Lord Persephone." Mara saw that Persephone had picked up Dea and began to carry her over. "Allow me to help-"

Persephone shook her head. "We will be fine. Mara, you have your own mission, and I have mine. If you do not hurry, the dragon balls might end up out of our reach forever... So go, please..."

Mara nodded. "Yes, Lord Persephone, I understand." She turned and walked off, hands in her pockets and her tails flickered behind her. Why did she care so much about Dea anyways? She was brand new, yet she was being pushed away in favor of that runt!

As she passed into the lab, Vastrus was there waiting for her, yet by the side was also Alabaster. The girl waved a finger at Mara, and urged her over.

"What the hell do you want with me?" Mara snapped at the advisor. "Tired of being an annoyance to Lord Persephone and want to annoy me?"

Alabaster shook her head. "Oh heavens no, not about that. I just wanted to... enlighten you about something, something I don't think you've been informed on..."

Mara raised an eyebrow. "What could you possibly know that's of interest to me? You don't even know me."

Alabaster smiled. "Oh, but I do, Mara..." She leaned in close to Mara's ear. "or rather, Aram. I know you plenty well."

The woman stopped in her steps. Her already livid eyes narrowed into venomous slits at Alabaster, and she walked over to her side. When she whispered into her ear, her voice was much lower, unmistakably masculine in tone from how it had been before. "You have my attention, Alabaster. The truth of my identity here is known only to Persephone and Karzahni. No one else is in the know or is meant to be in the know. So, you better have something interesting for me to hear or else-"

The Advisor held up a finger to Aram's lips, and a smile began to creep across her face. "This is just between the two of us, oh God of Suffering. Has Persy ever told you of her end goal? Just curious, has she?"

Aram turned to look over at the Lord of Sheol, who had walked into Laeptus's lab. The Fallen God turned their attention back to Alabaster. "She wishes to cement her rule over Sheol by wiping out the remaining gods and raising up those by her side to becoming as gods themselves. So what?"

Alabaster giggled as she urged Aram to take a seat beside her. She towered above the possessed body of Mara even when seated, and her emerald eyes glistened down upon the god. "So, what do you think is going to happen when her plans are complete? No more Crigan, no more Yzazil, no more Ninjas, no possible threats across the entire Multiverse, only those who she knows are fully loyal to her. Each and every god that exists will be wiped out from existence, until all that remains is her and her loyal followers. Now, Aram, where do you fit into the final picture? Once everything is said and done, what will become of you? Was not part of your agreement with Persy that your existence was to use Mara's body as a hostage to keep Crigan from making any rash moves against her?"

The God of Suffering was about to rise to their feet and question how on earth Alabaster knew of all this, when the deeper implications of her words struck home. He... He had never thought that far ahead, of what would become of him once Persephone had completed her goal. And as he thought about it, the God of Suffering began to loosen his body. Their eyes twitched, and their nails began to cut deep into their own thighs.

"You... You're shitting me..."

Alabaster's eyes only seemed to glisten ever brighter as she leaned over at Aram. "Why yes, I am completely serious about my implications. Your job has not been relevant for quite some time, Aram, and once all the other loose ends are finished... Well, there's just that one lonely bum of a security guard she has no further need for."

"B-but what about Minos?! She-"

Alabaster shook her head. "Minos's fate will be Minos's fate. Right now, we're considering yours. Tell me, Aram, what does Dea have that you don't? What can you do that she cannot?"

Aram's mouth slowly opened up as the dawning realization finally hit them. the eye twitching only intensified, and the gouges in their thighs only deepened. "She's nigh unkillable, immortal through conventional means. For all intents and purposes, she already is a god of a mortal. She is... exactly what Persephone desires of the new humanity."

"And there it is, the dawning realization, that moment I love to witness." Abalaster giggled again. "Out with the old, in with the new as they say. Aram, your future isn't looking very bright if you follow Persy any further. And I'm sure you've noticed, that your foes are now beyond you in power and scope. The Borskall Korraz proved too much for you, twice. And she's not even the in the heavy hitters of our adversaries. But... You cannot become more powerful than you are, due to the seal Persy placed upon you, is that right?"

When Aram could only nod, Alabaster continued, "Only strong enough to handle Persy's rivals, but not to be a threat to your current foes, or more as intended, to Persy herself once she finally had enough of you. Poor Aram, soon to be thrown out like yesterday's underwear, and the rinse cycle will be your end."

Aram's glare burned daggers into Alabaster. " Please tell me this is leading to you offering me a better deal. I already have a plan to restore myself to full power wherever Persephone agrees or not."

"I do, and that simplifies things." Alabaster's hands clapped together and she tilted her head in a smile. "I'm also planning to backstab Persy, not right now, but soon. The chosen time is drawing near, and I know which gods make up your composition, Aram. When the time draws near, I ask of you to join my side and become the sole star of hope in the new world that will be made. You will become mankind's own source of hope and salvation in an otherwise pained existence. Love and suffering, all at once, and as much as you desire with no one to tell you otherwise. Sounds a lot better than Persy's current deal, doesn't it?" She held out a hand. "You'll quickly figure out the details as they filter in. You're the only one unscrupulous enough to not be bogged down by loyalty to your creator."

Aram looked long and hard at the hand. Then, slowly, he reached forward and shook it. A thin smile began to form on his face as well. "Well fuck me, you got yourself a deal, you damn jester. And you do know me far too well. I have a few ideas as to who you really are, but I won't let that bog things down. When the time is right, I'll give you that helping hand you need."


The Supreme God had indeed filled her end of the bargain. She had to admit, the scope of what Alabaster, no, of what Chang'e was planning was beyond even what she could have imaged at first, but the more she had thought about it during her time on the Varul planet and back in Sheol, the more she had to agree with it and now she was fully onboard. What Chang'e offered was leaps and miles beyond any sort of power or stature she could have as Persephone's guard dog, and Persephone's own rougher treatment of her as time had gone on had made the decision to blast her in the back all the more cathartic. Now everything was set in stone, and there was no going back.

The countless bolts of lightning coursed through the air toward the Supreme God, who with a giggle and a smile on her face began to fade and reappear right as each bolt was to strike her. No matter how fast Aphrodite fired them, Aram was one step ahead, ensuring they would miss her and fly off farther into space aimless. She reappeared high above Aphrodite's head, and prepared to dive down upon her to run her through with a light blade formed from her left hand, when a loud shout caught her off guard.

'Try and dodge this! SPECIAL BEAM CANNOOOOONNNN!!!”

Her attention having been fully upon Aphrodite, Piccolo's strike had caught her unaware. She tried to warp out of the way, but the beam hit her just in time. It was slightly off to the side, puncturing through her just above her left hip and through the side, revealing a cauterized wound with a blackened rib that was exposed. Aram grabbed at her side and grimmaced in pain. She began to feel the old vestiges of her original personality try to resurface, the violent boorish side of her Persephone had sealed her as, but she forced herself to will them back down for the moment.

Despite the wound landed by Piccolo, despite all of the pain, Aram began to chuckle as she landed down on the ground before Piccolo and Aphordite, before she burst out into complete laughter. "You really don't understand, do you? None of you do!" The God of Suffering chortled. "I've already done what I needed to. My purpose until the final phase is complete is done. The final death pains of this reality has begun, the one who I will serve is about to be revived, and as for you..."

The cackling smirk grew into a crazed, feral grin, and Aram finally let her original personality leak through. Her voice returned back to the decisively male tone of her original self as the very air around her supercharged with electromagnetic properties.

"YOU ARE ALL WELL AND TRULY FUCKED! YOU'RE ALL ON THE ONE WAY TICKET TO SHITVILLE, AND I'M THE CONDUCTOR! CHOO CHOO MOTHERUFCKERS!"

She clapped her hands together, and the ground before them tore and ripped apart as the very atoms that held them together were dissolved. Piccolo and Aphrodite began to feel themselves sink into the destabilized earth, and Aram willed the electrical charges in the air to continue to destabilize the ground, unleashing a superheated lahara of mud to sweep over Piccolo and Aphrodite...

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High in the skies above Sheol, Minerva readied herself to take the worst of what Raspaganje had to offer. Yet, as she was about to strike back, Raspaganje had receded back. The shadow of his presence, the abominations he had brought forth, it was all gone.

"Wha... Where did he go?" Minerva asked. "He had us... No, We would have had him but-"

Cercil shook her head. Her face was filled with relief. "Something must have drawn his attention elsewhere." She told Minerva. "Perhaps something urgent came to him that he had to attend to."

"Like that package he ordered showed up late or something?"

Cercil was about to chastise Minerva for her sad attempt at a joke, when her attention was ripped down back toward Dudael, toward the Palace of Shadows. She sensed an overwhelming surge of energy, an energy she hadn't felt since-

"Look out!" Minerva grabbed her sister and pulled her back just in time to avoid the rising pillar of netheral energy that spiraled into the heavens. The archangels turned their gaze downward, and any relief they had felt vanished in that moment.

Dread. Dread was what they now felt, and though they didn't know if this was the cause of Raspaganje's retreat, it was something just as dire as he, and something both of them were far more familiar with.

"It can't be..." Minerva flew back. "No... He can't... He isn't still..."

"Persephone! PERSEPHONE!" Cercil screamed as she dived down toward the battle as fast as she could. While chasing down Raspaganje was almost certainly the correct call, her heart told her otherwise, that her adoptive daughter was more important than dealing with Raspaganje. And more importantly, stopping the sealed evil within from being unleashed. What was going on in Dudael?!

Why was HE breaking free, now of all times?!

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Neither Nichelle nor Crigan could believe what they were witnessing before their eyes. Powerless to rise and aid, they could only watch as Minos was flung aside like a ragdoll and crushed against the ground, her mask shattered upon impact. Persephone's scremaing form was wreathed in a blackish aura that surged up toward the heavens themselves, and before the black pillar of death was Chang'e, who stared down at the fallen god and bioweapon with a proud smile upon her face. Her hands were stretched out in full, like a priest bringing forth a sacrifice to their god.

"Too late, you are all too late to stop the wheels of fate from turning!" Chang'e proclaimed. "The chosen time has come, the time of birth! My daughter has played her role, and now a new actor shall emerge on this final part of the play!"

The air hissed as a sudden brightness shone from both Chang'es left and right. From the right came a blue spiral of burning prana that tore through the air right for Chang'e. From the left was a crimson supercharged beam from the remodeled Erebus, with Chang'es name on it. They flew too fast, too wide for Chang'e to possibly avoid or evade. There was no way she could survive such a thing, was what both Nichelle and Crigan hoped. Perhaps Nyx and Yzazil could do what they could not.

But it was a hope that died in that moment. The beams swerved upward at the last second, avoiding Chang'e entirely. Instead, they curved back down toward the out of control Persephone. Both beams clashed into her, and each other, at the same time. The Lord of Sheol was consumed in a glowing ball of runaway energies that engulfed her.

Yet within that glowing sphere, all could see that the golden rings and jewelry upon Persephone's fingers and arms and legs cracked and shattered away. And that was the final nail in the coffin for the Lord of Sheol.

A final billow of energy surged upward into the sky and tore through the clouds. The heavens above clashed with dark purple lightning. The gravitational well faded away, and Nichelle could finally stand upon her feet. Her eyes were not upon the smoke cloud where Persephone once was, but on Chang'e, who stood watching with a smug smirk on her face as she began to prattle on about something Nichelle had no patience for. With all of her systems into overdrive, she tried to flashstep toward Chang'e and run her through the heart, faster than she could anticipate. She had grown accustomed enough to Persephone's own speed to be able to go beyond even that, and if Chang'e wasn't aware, she had no hope of surviving this.



SCRWAAAAAAAANG!

Nichelle's eyes widened in shock and horror as pieces of her blades shattered in every direction. A clawed hand had intercepted her blades and crushed the Arbanium structures as if they had been made of glass. The hand belonged to Persephone, whose head hung low, yet there was something wrong about her, something unmistakably wrong and alien about her now, despite her being in her adult form.

"Per.. Perse-" The hand snatched Nichelle by the throat and squeezed it tight enough that she felt the bones in her neck threaten to snap. She couldn't breath as she was held off the ground.

I'm sorry, were you calling for Persephone? Persephone's body spoke, yet it was not her voice. This was a far deeper, ominous echo of many voices at once, and as the head turned up to look at her, Nichelle saw eight burning red eyes eagerly glaring back at her, and a shadowy jagged smile across the inky blackness of the right half of Persephone's face. "She's no longer available, but her father can answer for her!"

With a single step forward, the entity dashed Nichelle down into the roof, and the roof caved in beneath the impact. Nichelle's body crashed through numerous levels of the Palace of Shadow, before it fully vanished from view. The demon within Persephone's body shifted his gaze, first to Yzazil, then to Erebus, then finally over to the enchained Crigan. He began to walk forward, all the while Chang'e watched on, as did the Twins, with ever growing smiles on their faces. He stopped, and loomed over him, and extended his arms out to either side of him. All the God of Death could do was shake beneath his form. He knew what this demon was... He knew what had been sealed within Persephone's body, and now it was free, free at long last.

"My daughter, tell me, is this how you assert dominance over your foes?" The demon in Persephone's body asked Chang'e. The eight red eyes on the right side of his face flashed, and eight blackish red bolts flew through the air around Crigan. Four flew off to the left, four to the right. Four impacted into Yzazil and engulfed the divine god's body in necrotic evil energy, while the other four tore into the Erebus, blasting through its armor and nearly toppling the machine over. "Am I doing this right? Asserting dominance?"

"Father... Father, finally, you have returned to us, at the chosen time!" Chang'e leaped and hugged the fiend, and the two Twins did as well. "After seeing you perish so many times across so many timelines... To see you alive again, I couldn't be happier, with everything falling in place."

"Father, please accept our warmest welcome."

"Father, please accept our earnest acceptance."

The fiend in Persephone's body chuckled. "I will accept you, as you are a part of me. Now, let the universe howl in despair, let the chosen of Jinengus perish before us, for I, the End of All, The Archfiend, have returned."
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Jake tuned out of the conversation with the new arrival. It wasn't necessarily that he held any negative feelings toward her nor the specters but when it came to things that took priority in his mind, he finally found something that was more dire at the moment than the Legendary Beast.

How about we simply set me free? It's clearly this multiverse's final curtain call, the Beast purred. "Let it end the natural way. You, witch. Undo the seal and let the world go the way it was meant to."

"That sounds like something I absolutely shouldn't do," Dana clutched her scythe.

"If I swallow the Star of Calamity, the sun which will rise will stay there forevermore. The eternal multiverse."

Dana blinked and visions of majestic horns crowned by an ever expanding tree of stars entered her mind. Jake frowned. "Don't let the Black Velvet's tongue tempt you. We don't know what this multiverse he has in mind is. There is another way to end that thing and it's in the palm of our hands."

"The palm of our hands?"

"Remember, the ritual."

"Oh... yeah...." Dana didn't like how quickly she had forgotten. Did that thing somehow clog her mind?

Jake glanced at the sky. Whatever was going on was keeping Raspaganje occupied. "You are a vital component."

"B-b-but---"

"To seal something like this permanently, we need things which are unnatural to meet with things that are. We need a witch, and a ghost. The ghost is to link the witch to the seal. The witch must funnel the elements together as the seal dances."

"What elements?"

"Any five with potential for great destruction, but also great salvation. The witch and the ghost respectively represent the potentials, and their aftermath. But a ghost defies this with its state of undeath. It is living, and dead. Saved, but destroyed."

"Okay," Dana nodded. "I'm not making any sense of this."

"You are channeling things with great potential, but reaching both their potential conclusions. With the aid of a witch, comes a magical reaction. From that the gates within the seal are built. I assume you understand the basics of Nexus magic?"

Dana nodded.

"Good, because we're strapped for time and you're both the ghost and the witch wrapped into one. Now we just need a volunteer to have Raspaganje sealed inside them and massive amounts of things that can both save and destroy. Personally, I would start with nuclear power."

"Excuse me, but where are we going to get massive amounts of nuclear power? And did you just call me a ghost?"
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Hercules stood firm amongst the encroaching beasts. What had gone on in the little time that took place after Sutekh had perished? He supposed that one universe's minute was another's ten years, but he didn't return to a Blubury with her own Majin clan or Xarm with a cane.

He stamped his foot and joining the sphere of light were massive walls of fire and electricity, sending the beasts sprawling back as the ocean crawled up them and pulled them away. A pirate readied the commands to carve their way directly toward the Ninja Realm. But, Hercules's footing suddenly was lost.



With a resounding shriek of metal, the ship shuddered. Something was moving. Something big. The nanobots repairing the ship suddenly took pause and quickly began to clear a path. Some several dozen meters away, the thing for which this path was cleared peered her massive pupil toward them. A look of uncertainty flickered from the furnace-like eye intertwined with a certain instinctual know-how. Faster than Hercules could have hoped to have reacted to in his current state, the Titan lurched completely out of sight. Only a small glance at the very tip of her banded tail.

Weaving through the massive holes left by the prior attacks, the colossal hybrid made way toward the top of the vessel. Saint Kabuto's words of advice echoed through her head. The creature like her, but with scars from fights past. There was a whole world out there that she didn't know about. A power inside her that was waiting to claw its way out.

Her eyes flared green which proceeded to down her back, making the gaps between her scales and the massive boney plates glow with a fiery emerald hue. It became too much for her to bear, she reached her head out toward Raspaganje's monstrosities.

FWOOOOOOOOOM!

From her mouth shot a torrent of green flame, almost like napalm. It pierced through the God of Light and Hercules's barrier like it was not there. Swooping her head around, the giant eradicated the horde of monsters. Then, she lowered her head in contemplation.

"Looks like she's starting to take after dear ol' Dad," Hercules said. There were inklings of fear in his voice. Given the current multiversal Armageddon, he decided he didn't need to.

The precious seconds bought by the massive reptile were all they needed. With a pull of a lever, the Pegasus's Tavern was well on its way to delivering the Dragon Balls to the Ninja Realm.
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Cthelee waited with baited breath while on the other side of the door. He could hear his own heart thumping inside his chest. Why did in these tense situations there was almost no background noise? Everything just goes quiet. It's like you're trying to immerse yourself into this situation, Cthelee thought. He suddenly heard a loud commotion going on, then the horrifying sound of a gunshot, followed by the sound of screaming. Cthelee flinched away from the door, covering his head with his wings. He stared at the ground beneath him. He wasn't breathing. He was too scared to make a sound. Too scared to move.

He then heard Uquillious cry out, something about Markeyy he thought. Then followed by an ear-piercing scream once more. He unintentionally let out a gurgle of fear, now shutting his eyes tightly. He started to uncontrollably shake, He was fearing the worst for the Night Owls? What in Quatheral was going on in there!? W-Was Drillgore going to kill them all one by one, even his supposed allies!? Th-This wasn't good. N-N-N-Not at all!! He then heard Drillgore speak in his mind, but seemingly addressed to the Night Owls still. After a little while, he could hear the sound of a saw turning on, and the horrified screams of a poor woman. He.... He hoped her well on her afterlife. That was all Cthelee could do, wasn't it?

Cthelee gulped, finally opening his eyes just a bit, looking back towards the door. With shaky steps, he started to approach the door once more. As he did so, he could hear the clattering sound of something metal being thrown across the floor. Cthelee paused, his heart pounding harder and harder. He could hear the muffled sounds of the Night Owls from behind the door. He ever so slowly pressed his head against the door, trying to hear what they were saying. He could overhear Alexei and Vale's arguing with each other. He didn't hear Hayden though... Were they really going with this abomination of Quatheral? However, a a sudden shout from Hayden caused Cthelee to flinch a tiny bit.

All the while, Drillgore was simply staring at the three individuals. Their lack of experience was evident. A part of him wanted to execute each one of them on the spot. It would be sooo easy to. They were just so easily distracted by the sight of gore and death. Truly weak. Their weapons were far from impressive to. A simple charge forward, and he could've simply penetrated her body and riddle it with holes if he transformed the front of his body like a bed of nails. They lacked the armor the Ninjas had as well. He tilted his head ever so slightly at Alexei, his crooked grin never faltering. Even as Hayden spoke up, Drillgore never took his glassy crimson eyes off of Alexei.

It was only when Hayden started to speak about the deal did he finally twisted his head towards Hayden. His grinned turned upwards just a bit. Hayden could almost swear that Drilgore's eyes got a bit brighter as well. "Deal."

Drillgore's left hand extended outwards for Hayden to take. And despite the protests from broth Alexei and Vale, the deal was sealed. After touching Drillgore's cold hand, a red portal formed under Hayden, and he fell through, with the portal sealing shut behind him.

"Don't fret, I'll treat hi-" Drillgore didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence, as a new portal suddenly formed in the room. Now, could it be one of the Ninjas came back to try to save their students? He didn't have to wait long, as the 6 familiar forms of Evron, along with 3 distinct forms of Quatheral beings. Intriguing, was that he was smelling earlier on Tengri's ship? He was almost sure of it. Then how did they get to Evron so fast? Bah! Who really cared at this moment!? One of these clones was already rapidly approaching him with one of the powerful knuckle dusters. Drillgore cracked his upper body backwards, evading the punch with ease. His left arm grabbed hold of the clone's right; a black mass of flesh now moving up his arm. With a resounding snap, Drillgore pulled at the clone's arm with such force it not only dislocated it but also snapped his humerus bone into two!

With a twirl as graceful as a ballerina, the clone of Drillgore swiveled around and threw the injured clone of Evron towards the others, knocking them down for the moment. That was all he needed. With a cackle, a portal formed behind Drillgore. "Au revoir, Evron!" He tipped an imaginary hat to the clones, and slipped into the portal behind him, and sealed it shut. Not even a seconds later, a portal opened above the clones, all of the hostages bodies came falling through, even the poor unfortunate remains of one that he slaughtered. Another portal opened up, and Emmanuel soon came falling through as well, landing directly onto the remains of the dead. His left hand was entirely grinded into nothing, and that wasn't even the extent of his injuries. Still though, he was alive.

Cider groaned and rubbed her smooth head with her crystal claw paw. "E-Eeugh... What a stupid trip.. I-I wanna go home.." She looked over at O'nugulao, who was in the process of floating back up. "Thanks, you crick, now we're all in a crappy situation 'cause of you! And you say I'm bad for the mission." O'nugulao provided no comment, nor a hint of even looking at her. All they were doing was staring blankly ahead, looking at the piled of Yakuza citizens, along with the fresh organs of one. Cider looked over at what they were looking at and bent her ears a bit. She hadn't quite seen such meat there since back home. Were they plucked straight from the plants? She hadn't the faintest clue what was going on.

Xpveinees was still on the floor, quietly holding her torn hand. Still laying at her side, her single eye was tearing up from all the pain she was experiencing. She couldn't even really feel it, she couldn't bend a finger if she tried. She continued to stare at her hand in disbelief and shame. When that clone of Evron took it, he didn't account for that her hands were rings, so when he grabbed onto it for himself, he fucking tore her entire hand and split it in half! She was surprised she was able to keep quiet there. She wanted to scream out in pain. She wanted to wail. She wanted to give up... But she couldn't do that to her dear Mother! No... she had to s-stay strong.. Just like Mommy told her.

She still lay on the floor, clutching her wrist with her other hand. She didn't want to see how bad it was. She didn't. But her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly raised her broken hand to her face. Her eye shrunk a little bit, but continued to stare. Blood was oozing out fast. The She could even smell her own blood. It had a weird smell. Didn't know how to describe it. Xpveinees continued to stare, the air sacks that would inflate and deflate her ringed hands was completely torn, now looking like a bumpy worm covered in blood. Her arm was shaking. "Мамочка, это больно." She lowered her arm a bit, straining just to keep it upwards. The air sack slowly slid out from her ripped and flappy skin, falling out and landing on the puddle of blood that was growing beneath her. Xpveinees was feeling light headed, her stomach felt empty all the sudden. She didn't know what to feel anymore. Shame? Fear? Sorrow? She didn't know.

What was beginning to rise however, was rage. That... That stupid ninja!! H-He dare harm her... T-Take away her Mother's gift to her!? Ge-Getting his nasty hands on it. Disgracing. She wiped away a few tears that were going down her spear-headed face. How dare he!? H-HE HAD NO RIGHT TO EVEN TOUCH SUCH DIVINE BEAUTY!! Xpveinees grunted, her spider-like legs starting to get a footing to stand back up. "Глупые ниндзя! Глупая якудза!" She pressed her non injured hand on the ground, pushing herself upwards into the crouching position. She turned to she where her weapon was dropped and grabbed hold of it. She slid her ringed hands around the weapon, tightening around it. She stood up on her for legs, letting her injured hand dangle on her side. Her entire body was on fire now, both from pain and anger. Her tail slammed down on the ground and looked for the nearest standing Yakuza member. Unfortunately for Vale, she was set in Xpveinees's sights first. "ДЛЯ QUATHERAL ВЫ ДЕРЖАТЫ!"

On the other side of the door, Cthelee moved his head away from the door out of shock. He.. He recognized that voice!! Xpveinees was here!? He burst through the door, running towards where he thought he heard the voice. He called out to her, trying to stop whatever what she was planning on doing. Seems it was too late though, as his eyes opened to see Xpveinees strike Vale in the back of the head with a blunt end of some sort of spear or staff. He cried out, jumping right into Xpveinees to knock her down. Xpveinees screamed out in rage, trying to free herself and kicking her legs sporadically. Her fingers pressed down on the blue button, a light blue beam shooting out from the tip of the spear. When it struck a wall, it coated it in freezeing cold ice. Cthelee continued to try and stop her, but she wouldn't stop screaming out nonsense. She managed to land a lucky kick against Cthelee, knocking him several feet away from her!

Xpveinees let out a howl of frustration, and looked over to see who she was actually fighting, and her eyes widened. In her blind frenzy, she hadn't noticed she was with Cthelee. She didn't have much time to say sorry however, due to one of the Evron clones tackling her and restraining her.

A winded Cthelee groaned on the floor, before standing right back up and sprinting over back towards Xpveinees to try and calm her down again. On his way over, Cider shouted out towards Cthelee. "Holy crap! You're alive! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Cthelee nearly stopped in his tracks, only briefly glancing over towards Cider before returning his gaze back to Xpveinees. He sighed. Why were things going wrong so quickly? She sighed once more, and ran over towards Vale, checking to see if they were okay. Luckily, there was no sign of a major injury. No blood. He kneeled down to Vale, and helped her up with his wings, trying to let out a reassuring gurgle to see if she was alright.

Meanwhile, O'nugulao went into the corner of the room, activating the communication device. Once Quatheral picked up, O'nugulao immediately answered. "Cthelee is secured, Fiotto is supposedly somewhere near here. Unsure about Howo, Evoex, Ishome and Booled & Boore. Though I do sense traces of Evoex being here."

"O-Oh Thank the... A-Alright.. Stay safe. I'll be sure to reward you once you get back."

"Xpveinees is injured, but I'll make sure she gets healed."

"O-Oh... T-That's why I'm feeling a bit of pain.."
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Meanwhile, in another part of the estate, Fiotto waddled out of the castle, looking back at the door. "Gee willikers Cthelee, I really do hope know what you're doing." He placed a robotic over her face for a moment before continuing to move forward. Things have gotten worse and worse. He saw death, that wasn't really a thing back home. Sure, there were accidents here and there back on Quatheral, but that was so rare. Here though, at least anywhere but home, living beings were being hunted down and slaughtered. The plucky robot rubbed the top of his head, sighing. "I miss my antlers and top hat too.." He thought aloud.

He really only wished that they came at the right place at the wrong time. Perhaps the Ninjas and others could take a little break back home once this battle was over. Yes! A nice cup of tea would do everyone nicely! Perhaps he could give everyone who visited a bowtie as well. It was only fitting. He looked around his surroundings, noticing some people were cheering for the Ninjas to come and save the day. If they had as much as support as they did now, then Fiotto hoped they would succeed just as much as them.

After a few minutes of waddling, getting a few excited stares from the younger Yakuza due to his strange appearance. To be honest, he didn't know quite where he was going, just somewhere safe he supposed. He kinda lost track of where he was. He looked around again, and noticed a small group, seeming tending care to an orange haired patient. Doctors of the sort he assumed. Maybe he could assist, he couldn't just stand and do nothing. He waddled over to Hale and the others, raising a finger. "O-Oh! Hello! I am Fiotto. May I be of assistance? I can provide tea, salt, sugar, and spoons! Oh, and a laser pointer as well!"

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Hayden suddenly found himself on a dirt ground, the portal sealed behind him instantly. When he raised his head, he saw a place gigantic plants throughout the area. He didn't get much of a chance to look however, due to a black tendril grabbing hold of him, and he ended up going through several flower petals. To his surprise, he ended up in a control room of sorts along with the dastardly Drillgore. There was a long cylindrical tube in the center of the room, pumping up and down and glowing a bright red. His back was toward him, and the tendril from his back finally let go of Hayden. "Ah, greetings Hyaden. Sorry about the sudden transportation. I couldn't have Evron disrupt our deal. I must say you are very noble. You honestly did a great thing. You're saving a lot of lives my friend. Even if you did just kill a child."

He let out a lowly chuckle before turning back around to look at Hayden. "Don't wo-o-orry, I have no intentions of injurin-uring you. At least not yet. Are you fami-ami-amished? I could provide you food a-and drinks if you wisssh. Unless.." Drillgore paused, clearly excited about something. "You want to see the other Quatherals I captured.. What a sor-rry state their in."
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The battle was going a bit rough for Evoex, but he was still managing. As much as he hated hurting others, this was the only real option, wasn't it? If these beings wanted to take over the multiverse, that means they would take Quatheral too, and he couldn't have that! He slammed a text box through another crowd of enemies, besting the horde for another moment. Just then, he felt a surge of power coming from Raspaganje.

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Parts of Evoex's separated before conjoining back together. An explosion was heading right towards him! He quickly created a portal beneath himself, going through it and sealed it. He was now high up in the atmosphere, normally it would be death for Quatherals at this height, but luckily for him, he was already dead! Well, maybe that wasn't good, but good enough for now! He watched the massive explosion grow beneath his glitchy feet. This was really bad. Really really really bad! He waited for the explosion to die down before teleporting back into the scene, looking around to see where he could assist now.

At least, it was until he heard an ungodly noise coming up from behind him..



When Evoex turned around, what he saw matched the description of the noise perfectly to a T. Standing in front of Evoex, was a gigantic 300 meter tall read beast, in the familiar shape of one of his friends. It was mostly lizard like, but he noticed the back legs had more of an amphibian quality to them. The horrendous noise continued, sounding like many voices screaming at once, along with the sound of static. The gigantic Worm Thrallified Howo stepped through the large portal, her front claws replaced by metal drills. No... He couldn't have done something so horrible to her, did he? The kaiju version of Howo's mouth hung open, almost to a point where he thought it was forced open.

When she stepped down, Evoex felt the ground rumble and vibrate, dust kicking up everyone. Evoex got a closer look at this demented Howo's flesh, he noted that it had a strange texture to them. It didn't take long to see what it was though. Mostly humanoid bodies, glued to each other by their own blood. The Not-Howo grumbled, her nostrils flaring up, trying to smell her supposed target. A blacked forked tongue slid out of her mouth, moving over the skin that grew over her eyes. The rest of her humongous body made it through the rift, with it sealing shut behind her. Her back legs stamped the ground behind her. A deep guttural snarl letting loose, though it was barley heard through the static and screams that were constantly being heard throughout her entire body. She sniffed the air again, and turned towards the form of The Ninjas and Raspaganje. A crooked smirk formed on her lips. She got the scent.

The beast's back legs lowered themselves to ground, getting ready to perform a leap. With a powerful jump, she leapt over several hundred meters, landing not too far behind the 4 Yakuza and Raspaganje. With a near deafening roar, The Howo Beast stood up on her hind legs, aiming her front claws towards Raspaganje. The drill claws began to spin rapidly, before shooting out from her hands like gigantic bullets.

Soon a a familiar voice entered the minds of everyone, a lowly chuckle. "My friend Raspaganje. How lo-o-onng has it been? J-Jusst as a tip: If you're going to start betraying your own subjects, you bet-better make su-ure that you can at least con-t-trol them. Alas, poor Tengri!" The Howo Creature's claws started to regenerate it's drills, a horrible cracking noise coming from her jaw.

"But don't worry Raspaganje, I do still intend on hold-ding up on our deal! Though it was hard to see, a black crooked hand pushed out from the bodies stuck together on Howo's exterior, followed by a familiar well-dressed Quatheral. Drillgore floated out from the concoction of bodies, floating just above the 4 Yakuza Ninjas. "Fight along your side, did you not? That was all you sa-said!"
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Annity nodded at Owlzarus. "A-As much I would like to, I just don't.. I dunno.."

Boore paused for a moment. He.. He just wanted to get a body back... But even he realized maybe this wasn't the time for it. He looked back over at Owlzarus. "N-No.. I'll just weigh you down, You can go without us! I'm sure you'll do fine! The little ghost floated over to Owlzarus and hugged his arm. "Good luck buddy! I know you can do it!"

Booled nodded. "Yes. Good luck. Even though you'll probably die. I do wish you the best though."
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"Very noble of you, m-my friend!" Drillgore like a hungry void, continuing to feast on the shell of Fray. "You're very keen on mak-making Daeva happy, aren't you?" Several strands of flesh continued to make their way over to Fray, several of the strands wrapping around her ankles to pull her back in. Small hooks shot out from Drillgore's body, digging into Fray's shoulders, making sure she shouldn't escape this time. Drillgore's form only started to grow larger and larger, knowing he was getting closer to killing this being. The floor beneath him bent and deformed just from the amount of pressure he was applying.

"If you give in now, I'll even l-let that little plan of Daeva's continue! After-After all, I only need to kill to be satisfied. Drillgore's head cracked down the middle, soon splitting open, a long black tongue shot out, wrapping around her throat, continuing to pull her in. "I am a man of my word after all."
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The Centi-Drillgore continued to stay in place even as the ship was shaking, he watched as Korraz pulled the spear from her body. He'd knew it would be fatal if she threw it back towards Tengri. A crude smile grew on Drillgore's face, knowing what would soon come. He sunk his drills deeper into the ship's metal flooring, preparing for the worst. Drillgore started to incase himself in a reddish metal-like hull, making sure he wasn't going to be affected by the instability of the spear. A small dome formed around him, and Drillgore was left patiently under it. He would have to wait for the irregularity to calm down before he could truly attack Korraz again. He couldn't wait to skin this annoyance alive once he was able to move again...
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With her large size, thorny appearance and red eyes, Gaiyan at first made some of the injured slightly nervous as she approached them. When she saw them tense at her sight, she backed up and requested their permission to come closer. Fortunately, some of the injured she had already taken care of when she first arrived in this realm helped convince their fellows to let her see to their wounds. And it had only taken a single demonstration of her skill and care to change their minds; her surprising gentleness and expertise made it fairly easy to forget she was a powerful giant as she tended to the wounded. Yakuza, animal, fae and pixie alike were swiftly soothed from their pain, whether it be by herself or by the healing plants she conjured to help her stabilize some of the injured’s wounds while she went to tend to the most grievous ones. She moved from one wounded to the next in a broad sweep, prioritizing those who needed the most attention at the moment. She was alone, so she had to be the most efficient she could be.

While there was a considerable difference in size between her “patients” and herself, it was never a real issue to her, as she had a keen eyesight and the ability to keep her hands completely steady - she had to, as the slightest mistake could far too often mean the difference between life and death. The fae and pixies were some of the tiniest things she had treated, but they were no more difficult to handle than the birds.

As she worked to immobilize a Yakuza’s broken arm, she heard a new voice speaking to the others. This appeared to be one of the Yakuza’s own healers. Although Gaiyan would have liked to help with whatever hostile visitor he mentioned, there were too many injured for her to leave behind. She was of better use taking care of them.

She glanced up, overhearing Tenkarus stammer and desperately try to convince the others she was indifferent to the suffering of others. The healer smirked, subtly quirking a brow. She was not sure who was the most awkward between this girl and that little male next to the golden wolf-like creature. The green Borskall was a bit disappointed to see her speed off in a huff, however. She would have tried to talk to her had her hands not been full here. At least it seemed the wolf was headed her way, yet as she looked back down to the Yakuza’s injured limb, she had to wonder how this conversation would go like.

She was probably going to have one or more injured to see to, if their behavior was any indication.
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Immanuel let out an uncharacteristic sigh of relief as the chimeric titan unleashed its emerald gout of flame, scattering away much of the horde that had assembled around them. Finally, an opportunity!

Immanuel stood firm and in silence as Hercules' ship made the jump to the realm of the ninjas. However, Immanuel's mind was elsewhere, in the far-off battlefield high above the skies, in the swirling, eldritch void high above them. He knew he was needed there; the dragonballs were merely secondary to the salvation of the multiverse.

He turned to look toward Mulek. "Mulek... I believe it is time for us to answer the call. Are you ready?"
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Owlzarus nodded to Boore, Booled, and Annity. "Thank you. Truly, thank you. I do not take a risk like this lightly. If I did not feel like my presence was necessary, I would not even consider such an action; the danger by destruction imposes to the wealth of knowledge this multiverse holds is too vast. But Wormwood's malice..."

Owlzarus looked up towards the roiling chaos high above his library, a twinkle appearing in his eye as the eldritch light shone down from above. "Wormwood cannot be allowed to win this day. Should he succeed... there will be nothing left to catalogue, no knowledge to salvage."

The antiquarian's gaze shifted back to the Quatheral and the little girl. "Please, be safe. And keep your profiles low."

Before the avian-headed librarian departed however, he turned to look toward Jake and Dana. "If you're planning what I think you are planning... that is indeed a risky proposition. But it may be our only hope in putting an end to this madness." Owlzarus glanced back up towards the singularity far above them. "If it is power to create and destroy we need, I think you will find plenty of it with our allies up there..."
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Yzazil staggered back in shock and horror, his ephemeral nature hiding the full extent of his roiling emotions. So the secret of Persephone finally revealed itself to them all... within the tyrant rested another great evil, one that had lain dormant for untold eons, waiting for its chance to return! And now, now with the multiverse near fully unraveled... NOW the foul fiend had chosen reveal itself! Had all hope been snuffed, with victory within their grasp?! Was this truly the final gasp for the multiverse?!

Yzazil's heart steeled. No. This would not be the end for them, not today. Not while he still drew breath. The God of Judgment could feel his strength weakening... he had little left to keep him going. But he knew that to surrender now, to withdraw to recuperate, would mean death to untold life - nay, perhaps even ALL life. He would insure the others would survive, even if it meant making the ultimate sacrifice.

Prana began to swirl and intensify around Yzazil, filling the skies of Sheol with a brilliant shimmer of blue light. Motes of pure life force scattered out from him, filling the air like the ephemeral firefly, before they began to intensifying around all the God of Judgment's allies like a sapphire cloud, and spreading out across Sheol to those who were left untainted by the chaos that engulfed the city. The motes intensified around them, filling them with vigorous vitality, healing their wounds at a rapid pace and calming their tense, steeled nerves. The eyes found themselves transfixed upon the sapphire light atop the Palace of Shadows, which only grew ever brighter...
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Nyx, within the cockpit of the Erebus, watched with frustration and dismay at the sudden shift before her. "FUCK! It didn't work!" The woman angrily slammed her fist against the control panel, before her expression swiftly began to melt into one of anxiety. If that combination of attacks wasn't gonna be enough to stop Persephone... was ANYTHING going to work at this point? Creeping despair seeped into Nyx's heart. Was this all pointless? Had her escape and fight been hopeless from the start? Was Earth just fucked, doomed to be dominated or destroyed by this psychopath and her god-like advisor?

Despair crept in even deeper as the End of All made his true reveal in a flare of evil energy. Nyx could feel her heart beating in her throat, her palms became sweaty, her breaths became shallow and faint. Oh fuck... had... had she been a part of this? Had she fucked up and given this... whatever the fuck it is the last bit of energy it needed to escape Persephone?!

Fear gave way to rage. This bitch was gonna PAY for everything she'd done! But just as Nyx prepared to unleash everything she had upon Persephone, a destructive deluge of the best weaponry Earth and Sheol could offer, a brilliant sapphire light filled her vision, nearly blinding her in the process. Suddenly, around her, Aseya, and Lae, shimmering azure motes began to swirl, repairing their wounds and rejuvenating their strength.

"what is this...?" Nyx muttered, examining her hands and body quickly. Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. "W-wait... no! No!"

Nyx turned back towards the blinding light, tears welling up in her eyes. "U-uncle! UNCLE!"

As if hearing her cry, a familiar voice reached out to Nyx - the voice of Yzazil. But he sounded different now - resigned, tired. As if he had long ago made a hard decision.



"Nyx... do not cry for me," Yzazil's voice reassured the young girl. "It's... okay. This is what I have chosen."

But... but Yzzy! You've already overextended yourself! Nyx replied mentally. You can't do this for us... for ME!

"I'm afraid it is too late, Nyx..." Yzazil replied calmly to her. "What has been set in motion cannot be undone. This... is what must be done to stop Persephone. We cannot afford to wait any longer, not with Raspaganje's influence growing as we speak."

U-uncle Yzzy! Please! Nyx pleaded, her breaths becoming even shallower and more ragged. We need you... I need you! Y-you can't... you just can't!

Yzazil's voice seemed to soften. "I'm sorry Nyx. I truly am. I wish it did not have to end like this. But know this... you are more special to me than all others. You gave me a wish to live beyond the hollow shell I had become, and for that I am eternally thankful. Your father would have been proud of the strong woman you have become." Yzazil's voice seemed to falter for a moment, as if unsure what to add on. "Goodbye, Nyx..."

Uncle Yzzy... Nyx cried out, but no one answered. YZAZIL!

Nyx seemed to snap out of a mental stupor of sorts, before she violently cried out. Grasping the controls of the Erebus, Nyx zoomed toward the battlefield, hoping to stop the inevitable...
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Time seemed to slow down for Yzazil as the world came to a crawl around him. He glanced around the battlefield, looking upon the faces of his allies - no, his friends. The beautiful Aphrodite; the valiant Piccolo; the lost but brave Nichelle; and the noble Crigan. Memories of the past, both good and bad, came washing over the God of Judgment, but ultimately his mind softened. How he wished for a proper final goodbye, but fate could be cruel at times. Sometimes, one must make the hard decision before they could say all that was on their mind. But he knew one thing: he can come to cherish their presence, even welcome it. He hoped that, with this final act, they would be able to continue on for the foreseeable future, to continue fighting for what was right.

The God of Judgment stepped toward the form of Persephone, before reaching a hand to her. His spectral hand pressed against her chest. "I lay out punishment upon you, fiend... ULTIMATE JUDGMENT!"

Suddenly, Yzazil's form vanished completely, dispersing into a shimmering cloud of Prana, before the whole of his power channeled itself... directly into the possessed form of Persephone! Her entire form shone blue, as the prana burned its way through her body in a ferocious display of divine power, before it channeled itself through her body and into the very earth below. Persephone's body exploded outwards from the destructive touch, engulfing the entirety of the Palace of Shadows in the blast, before cracks of prana formed in the ceiling of Persephone's palace, and spread like vines from her palace across the entirety of Sheol. The sheer power caused the entirety of the Palace of Shadows to shatter and begin to crumble! A thunderous rumble shook the battlefield, bursts of Prana erupting from the very earth of Sheol, like an eldritch volcano reaching the zenith of its power.

As the light faded, it became evident: Yzazil was no more...
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As the Colossal Despot prepared to strike Molly, arms raised to unleash another destructive deluge of crushing shadows, he paused and chose to listen to her words. Tengri would soon be no more? That was truly fantastic news... that meant once this was all over, he could swoop into what remained of Sutekh's kingdom and reign supreme! But, the woman spoke true words... though he had once been tempted by Rapsaganje's promises, he knew the great beast had no intentions to upkeep his promises, not with his victory so close. The Colossal Despot looked down at Molly, as if in deep contemplation.

"Hmmm...." The corrupted giant placed a finger on the bottom of where his "chin" would be. He certainly had no desire to fight with these miscreants, but it didn't seem like he had much alternative. If this blonde-haired woman spoke the full truth, then even if he killed Demmy and the girl, he'd just die with Raspaganje's victory. "You know what, you raise a good point. I for one would rather have something worth RULING once this is all over. And given my good friend Raspaganje's track record so far with keeping promises, I think you're right. So how about this, I'll help you guys stop Raspaganje, IF you promise to leave me be to my own devices afterwards."

The Colossal Despot extended a massive hand to Molly. "Deal?"
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Thoughts rushed through Tengri's mind as the golden lance speared its way down towards him - thoughts of his past, his crimes against both his world and the multiverse at large. He had sacrificed everything to achieve Nirvana... to become a god of gods! So many had fallen at the end of his spear, worthy of its wrath or not. The corpses of a thousand generations lay at his feet in his ambition to break through his mortal coil.

So many on his world Maritus fell... the great guardian spirits of the world, wiped clean by his ambition and cruelty. Subject to endless war and, once they were summarily defeated, subject to cruel experiments. Untold lesser beings warped in the name of achieving Nirvana and perfecting their disgusting, inferior forms. Even the gods themselves quaked before his cruelty, as he smote the last of their woken kin with his mighty Machine of Unmaking.

And then, the untold lives claimed by his machinations across the known whole of reality. Many lives irrevocably corrupted and changed by his ultimate creation... so many worlds consumed in the heavenly thunder of the Machine of Unmaking. Tengri wondered if their minds could even comprehend what had happened to them, as the whole of their world crumbled into nothing. In a grim sense, it amused him to think of his helplessness before his power. But now, as his very body eroded like a sandbar by the sea, or a great mountain worn by the passage of time, he watched as his own weapon had been turned against him. And a single thought crossed the Conquering Star's mind - a single thought that drove him mad with grief.

Was it worth it, in the end?

The spear drove itself into Tengri's heart, sending waves of destructive unmaking bolts through his already crumbling body. The bolts of destructive golden energy lanced across the room, shredding metal, flesh, and bone as if tissue paper. Tengri had little time to cry out as the whole of his body was subsumed, eradicated like the untold lives he had claimed through his miserable existence. And as his consciousness faded, a single, solitary thought crossed his mind.

No. It had not been worth it.
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The fell form of Raspaganje swelled with power as he saw the forms of the four siblings appear before him. A malevolent smile spread across his face as he eyed them Ninjas with ill intent. The flare of infernal power grew ever stronger, as reality seemed to distort around the Yakuza, twisting and splintering to reveal a frightful world beyond their own: the Timestream Abyss. The flow of time distorted and swirled, as if everything floated within water. Events of the past swirled around them, memories both dark and light assailing the heroes before him. As the crawling abyss of time itself swirled around them, Raspaganje's crushing embrace became overbearing. Even with all their immense power, their divine might raging against the clawing dark, it was not enough. Wormwood's power continued to expand, swallowing the world around them!

"Young fools..." Raspaganje laughed, his voice echoing through the ever-expanding void, "You never did understand the futility of your efforts! Even now, raging against fate, you do not understand. You fight to protect a multiverse of death and rebirth, an endless cycle of suffering and grief! With every birth of reality, the core creates its ultimate destroyer, and with the destroyer shall come the oblivion of all you have come to cherish. I seek only to put an end to its ceaseless pain... I am the Star of Calamity, destined to bring an end to light and dark! Take solace in the endless silence I shall create! You have sought nothing but peace your whole lives... is eternal void not the ultimate peace, the ultimate respite?"

Suddenly, Raspaganje's oppressive gaze weakened, before the Star of Calamity loosed a horrific bellow that shook the singularity! But this was not a bellow of rage, nor one of pain - no, it was something unusual for him. An emotion completely alien to the colossus: fear. Raspaganje's gaze shifted to Hutistrend, witnessing as, if only for a moment, the Machine of Unmaking's power was reversed! Wormwood's plans... his works, his dreams... he could feel the multiverse's coils closing upon him once more!

"No... THE CHAINS!" Raspaganje snarled, his attention shifting enough to free the guardians from the hellscape he had conjured around them. "This will not be the end of me... NOT WITH VICTORY SO CLOSE!"

His gaze temporarily shifted, as he heard the words of Drillgore enter his mind. The Star of Calamity's mind calmed, as his words pierced back into Drillgore's mind.

"For your services, you will be rewarded handily! I shall make you a god of gods within my endless void! But I have but one request for you... DESTROY HUTISTREND!"

Suddenly, around the heroes and Drillgore, a painful trill echoed across the singularity. Before the Guardians of the Multiverse, a blackened mass began to gather before them. The forms of dozens, nay, hundreds, of the fell horrors that had gathered in the skies above the battlefield seemed to find themselves drawn into the writhing mass of darkness. Across the battlefield, the Guardians could see the familiar forms of the Star of Calamity's "trusted allies" finding themselves pulled into the blackened mass as well! The crimson-veiled assassin, Bug and Shayatin found themselves drawn into the clutching void!

"W-wait, my lord!" The assassin wailed as she was drawn in. "I haven't gotten my chance with Dante yet!"

"RASPAGANJE!" Shayatin cried out. "Promise me one last thing... that you will return Marise to this world!"

The two, along with the panicking form of Bug, found themselves drawn in past the event horizon, into the crushing oblivion beyond... before the mass grew even larger in size. Suddenly, from within Dante's very being, he felt an eerie call - the voice of the Celestial Angel crying out in pain! The cries intensified, echoing through Dante's mind to the point of physical pain to the champion of good! The physical pain intensified with the resonating void, before it suddenly stopped, and a faint shimmering light was ripped straight from Dante's body! The mote of light soon revealed itself as the Celestial Angel, before it too was drawn into the roiling mass! As the angel was pulled into the crushing void, however, it suddenly shown with a fell white light, blinding the heroes with infernal majesty.



The infernal light faded, and floating before the heroes in the ephemeral void was a vaguely humanoid creature composed of blinding white light, clawed arms folded across its chest. The being's arms unfolded, revealing a glowing scar upon its chest identical to that of Raspaganje's, before six burning red eyes opened upon its "head" and a pair of monstrous white wings unfurled behind it.

"This form is... inferior to my full might," The voice of Raspaganje boomed through the spectral abomination, "But it shall suffice for now."

The figure gestured a finger towards the guardians, before they felt an intense was of discomfort, a wrongness that assailed their very souls. "Come, champions! Let us face off once more, as we had long ago... let us see if your feeble hopes can withstand the weight of truth!"

The avatar of Raspaganje's "wings" spread out wide, before a flurry of azure-tinged meteors shot out towards the guardians, intent on casting them unto oblivion!...
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