Battle of the Multiverse
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Gigantis could only watch in a mixture of awe and horror as Evron prepared to unleash such a devastating attack. Just... just what WAS this power?! He had never seen something on this scale before; even Big Shot and the Colossal Despot lacked the ability to control such unfathomable power in a short span! He could actually feel the icy ground beneath them giving away just from Evron's 12 copies charging up the attack, and from the reactions of the goblins, they could see its raw power too!
As Evron's attack began to charge, the goblins seemed to instinctively scatter from the assault, detecting its lethal power! As the massive eruption of red energy washed its way down the tunnel, forcing Gigantis into cover behind the group, the goblins were engulfed in the blast, causing them to quickly fall apart and fade into nothingness. However, such an immense eruption of power came at a cost; namely, the cost of the environment's integrity. The ice buckled and cracked beneath the eruption of power, before it catastrophically failed, causing the entire cavern to begin to fall apart!
The ground soon collapsed beneath the group's feet, plunging them into an immense chasm hidden beneath the ice.
It was dark and freezing within the abyss, with cavern walls seemingly composed of the bloody, mangled remains of an unfathomable number of dead. Gnarled, twisting roots seemed to stretch down from an unspecified point in the frosty ceiling into the earth below, before coming to rest in a festering swamp that rested several hundred miles at the bottom. The roots, once within the swamp below, could be seen sprawling outwards for an untold distance. Resting atop one of the gnarled roots, the vague shape of some sort of monstrously huge avian watched over the hideous quagmire, curious for signs of life.
"Oh, I don't like the look of this place!" Gigantis yelled as they tumbled downwards at immense speeds. "Let's get out of here!"
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As the pirate group approached the cavernous opening within the hill, the strange, long-limbed creatures suddenly leapt down form the walls and began to rapidly approach the group. Several lunged at Xarm and The Other first, brandishing the vicious ice hooks with the desire to cut them down! From behind the group, several more of the long-limbed monsters emerged from the icy ground and lunged out, arms outstretched, to try and capture Ten'ren and Nonce!
Off in the distance, others of the long-limbed monsters seemed curious with their vessel, their eyeless faces locked on the machine. They brandished their hooks with ill intent, seemingly looking for a spot to begin destroying it...
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Immanuel examined his new icy surroundings, noting the immense loss of life that surrounded the duo as they arrived in this frozen wasteland. The sheer scale of death and suffering trapped within this realm staggered the god. What struck him more, however, was that so much of it would remain here unaccosted; not even beasts lived here to feed on the remains? And what had caused such a massive loss of life, if this place was so desolate? Immanuel turned to look at the shivering form of Mulek, before he concentrated his powers over light upon her and conjured a protective aegis around her.
"I do not know what this place is," Immanuel admitted. "This place is beyond my sight. It must be some remnant of the old world, before me and my siblings came into existence. Surely they cannot be to-"
Suddenly, a powerful earthquake rocked their surroundings, as a significant portion of the icy landscape seemed to collapse into some deeper canyon below.
"That must be where he is," Immanuel said before spreading his wings and flying towards the disruption...
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With a final nod, Tengri soon activated his teleportation pyramid, sending both he and Drillgore back into the main bridge and control center of his flagship. Drillgore would be able to note something off about the structure; it seemed to radiate an eerie, crushing energy akin to that of a black hole, and gave off the sensation as some sort of semi-living thing.
"My laboratories are deeper within," Tengri said. "Tell me what you plans are as we walk there."
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As Shayatin maneuvered to reach her allies, the former Yakuza suddenly sensed an immense burst of energy behind her - most likely coming from the amalgamate woman. Contorting her free arm to face behind her, Shayatin channeled ki into her hand and deflected the blast into the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of debris in the process. As Shayatin prepared to make her escape, opening up a shimmering rift in time-space, she was disrupted by Daeva's kick, causing Heather to slip from her grasp.
Twirling around mid-air as Daeva slashed with her blades, Shayatin conjured a curved, sickle-like blade and managed to block several of the blows, but the vast majority managed to breach her defenses and cut into her body. As Daeva caught her and shoved her away, Shayatin regained her bearings quite quickly, banishing her sword, and scanned the situation. Daeva had gotten much faster since their last encounter... but her attack patterns were still as predictable as before. Interesting.
While Daeva inquired Shayatin's origins and purpose, the Yakuza ignored her inquiries in favor of scanning the situation. It was good to see she was as unfocused as she was in their first encounter. Daeva was within striking distance, but it was likely the unknown assailant would strike her when she did so. In addition, it would be difficult to retrieve the target without taking damage. But, if she aimed her blow on Daeva correctly, she could easily be used to throw the amalgamate off-guard, allowing her to retrieve the target with relatively low casualties.
In a swirl of eldritch mist, Shayatin suddenly appeared behind Daeva and grasped her by her hair. She twirled her body around, grinding her body against the ground, before flinging her at Nichelle with enough force to shatter the earth beneath the Yakuza's feet. Using the momentum to her advantage, Shayatin extended a blackened tendril from her body and grasped Heather by the waist and pulled her into arm's reach. As her spin came to a stop, Shayatin extended her off-hand and blasted the duo away with another destructive wave of ki, before using its explosive power to launch her away from her foes and fling Heather into the waiting rift.
"Who I am no longer matters," the freakish being spoke calmly as she sealed the rift shut, knowing her quarry safe on Tengri's flagship. "But if you must know my relationship to your father..." Shayatin conjured two weapons - the hooked-sword and a vicious mace- before looking up to the recovering heroes. "I was his general."
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The razor whip sliced into the creature's leg deeply, drawing inky black blood from its leg. The creature's face gritted in pain, even as its wounds began to regenerate. This biting steel... it was unlike any metal it had felt before. Normally, it would have disintegrated with the merest touch, and yet here, it did little!
"Maybe... not..." the creature growled. "But my brothers will!"
Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, another pair of similar-looking entities emerged from the dark, their illusory veil dropping. They lunged at Vale, knives outstretched to cut into her soft flesh...
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Yzazil looked into the eyes of Hod as well, taking in all the information that the storm crow had. So it seemed like the place they needed to go was the main lobby, given the dents in the massive barricade behind it. Whatever was capable of such immense damage to such a well fortified location must be incredibly powerful; they would need to be cautious. The god, however, heard Hevar's comment and nodded.
"Agreed. We shall examine the mess hall before entering the main lobby. One less obstacle means we will be able to retrieve the dragonball more easily."
With that, the god began to march in the direction of the mess hall...
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Gaoh let out a pained howl into the void of space, before Godzilla's clawed hand silenced him. The massive lupine beast snarled as blood dripped from its scarred, muscular form. The monster snarled, latching its vicious claws onto Godzilla's stony visage, before delivering a series vicious, blindingly fast kicks directly into the colossus' gut, causing the titan the lurch back enough for Gaoh to wriggle free, leaving horrid gashes on its neck.
Snarling, Gaoh used its claws to flip itself onto Godzilla's head, before trying to chomp down onto its neck!...
As Evron's attack began to charge, the goblins seemed to instinctively scatter from the assault, detecting its lethal power! As the massive eruption of red energy washed its way down the tunnel, forcing Gigantis into cover behind the group, the goblins were engulfed in the blast, causing them to quickly fall apart and fade into nothingness. However, such an immense eruption of power came at a cost; namely, the cost of the environment's integrity. The ice buckled and cracked beneath the eruption of power, before it catastrophically failed, causing the entire cavern to begin to fall apart!
The ground soon collapsed beneath the group's feet, plunging them into an immense chasm hidden beneath the ice.
It was dark and freezing within the abyss, with cavern walls seemingly composed of the bloody, mangled remains of an unfathomable number of dead. Gnarled, twisting roots seemed to stretch down from an unspecified point in the frosty ceiling into the earth below, before coming to rest in a festering swamp that rested several hundred miles at the bottom. The roots, once within the swamp below, could be seen sprawling outwards for an untold distance. Resting atop one of the gnarled roots, the vague shape of some sort of monstrously huge avian watched over the hideous quagmire, curious for signs of life.
"Oh, I don't like the look of this place!" Gigantis yelled as they tumbled downwards at immense speeds. "Let's get out of here!"
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As the pirate group approached the cavernous opening within the hill, the strange, long-limbed creatures suddenly leapt down form the walls and began to rapidly approach the group. Several lunged at Xarm and The Other first, brandishing the vicious ice hooks with the desire to cut them down! From behind the group, several more of the long-limbed monsters emerged from the icy ground and lunged out, arms outstretched, to try and capture Ten'ren and Nonce!
Off in the distance, others of the long-limbed monsters seemed curious with their vessel, their eyeless faces locked on the machine. They brandished their hooks with ill intent, seemingly looking for a spot to begin destroying it...
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Immanuel examined his new icy surroundings, noting the immense loss of life that surrounded the duo as they arrived in this frozen wasteland. The sheer scale of death and suffering trapped within this realm staggered the god. What struck him more, however, was that so much of it would remain here unaccosted; not even beasts lived here to feed on the remains? And what had caused such a massive loss of life, if this place was so desolate? Immanuel turned to look at the shivering form of Mulek, before he concentrated his powers over light upon her and conjured a protective aegis around her.
"I do not know what this place is," Immanuel admitted. "This place is beyond my sight. It must be some remnant of the old world, before me and my siblings came into existence. Surely they cannot be to-"
Suddenly, a powerful earthquake rocked their surroundings, as a significant portion of the icy landscape seemed to collapse into some deeper canyon below.
"That must be where he is," Immanuel said before spreading his wings and flying towards the disruption...
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With a final nod, Tengri soon activated his teleportation pyramid, sending both he and Drillgore back into the main bridge and control center of his flagship. Drillgore would be able to note something off about the structure; it seemed to radiate an eerie, crushing energy akin to that of a black hole, and gave off the sensation as some sort of semi-living thing.
"My laboratories are deeper within," Tengri said. "Tell me what you plans are as we walk there."
______________________________________________
As Shayatin maneuvered to reach her allies, the former Yakuza suddenly sensed an immense burst of energy behind her - most likely coming from the amalgamate woman. Contorting her free arm to face behind her, Shayatin channeled ki into her hand and deflected the blast into the ground, kicking up a massive cloud of debris in the process. As Shayatin prepared to make her escape, opening up a shimmering rift in time-space, she was disrupted by Daeva's kick, causing Heather to slip from her grasp.
Twirling around mid-air as Daeva slashed with her blades, Shayatin conjured a curved, sickle-like blade and managed to block several of the blows, but the vast majority managed to breach her defenses and cut into her body. As Daeva caught her and shoved her away, Shayatin regained her bearings quite quickly, banishing her sword, and scanned the situation. Daeva had gotten much faster since their last encounter... but her attack patterns were still as predictable as before. Interesting.
While Daeva inquired Shayatin's origins and purpose, the Yakuza ignored her inquiries in favor of scanning the situation. It was good to see she was as unfocused as she was in their first encounter. Daeva was within striking distance, but it was likely the unknown assailant would strike her when she did so. In addition, it would be difficult to retrieve the target without taking damage. But, if she aimed her blow on Daeva correctly, she could easily be used to throw the amalgamate off-guard, allowing her to retrieve the target with relatively low casualties.
In a swirl of eldritch mist, Shayatin suddenly appeared behind Daeva and grasped her by her hair. She twirled her body around, grinding her body against the ground, before flinging her at Nichelle with enough force to shatter the earth beneath the Yakuza's feet. Using the momentum to her advantage, Shayatin extended a blackened tendril from her body and grasped Heather by the waist and pulled her into arm's reach. As her spin came to a stop, Shayatin extended her off-hand and blasted the duo away with another destructive wave of ki, before using its explosive power to launch her away from her foes and fling Heather into the waiting rift.
"Who I am no longer matters," the freakish being spoke calmly as she sealed the rift shut, knowing her quarry safe on Tengri's flagship. "But if you must know my relationship to your father..." Shayatin conjured two weapons - the hooked-sword and a vicious mace- before looking up to the recovering heroes. "I was his general."
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The razor whip sliced into the creature's leg deeply, drawing inky black blood from its leg. The creature's face gritted in pain, even as its wounds began to regenerate. This biting steel... it was unlike any metal it had felt before. Normally, it would have disintegrated with the merest touch, and yet here, it did little!
"Maybe... not..." the creature growled. "But my brothers will!"
Suddenly, emerging from the shadows, another pair of similar-looking entities emerged from the dark, their illusory veil dropping. They lunged at Vale, knives outstretched to cut into her soft flesh...
______________________________________________
Yzazil looked into the eyes of Hod as well, taking in all the information that the storm crow had. So it seemed like the place they needed to go was the main lobby, given the dents in the massive barricade behind it. Whatever was capable of such immense damage to such a well fortified location must be incredibly powerful; they would need to be cautious. The god, however, heard Hevar's comment and nodded.
"Agreed. We shall examine the mess hall before entering the main lobby. One less obstacle means we will be able to retrieve the dragonball more easily."
With that, the god began to march in the direction of the mess hall...
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Gaoh let out a pained howl into the void of space, before Godzilla's clawed hand silenced him. The massive lupine beast snarled as blood dripped from its scarred, muscular form. The monster snarled, latching its vicious claws onto Godzilla's stony visage, before delivering a series vicious, blindingly fast kicks directly into the colossus' gut, causing the titan the lurch back enough for Gaoh to wriggle free, leaving horrid gashes on its neck.
Snarling, Gaoh used its claws to flip itself onto Godzilla's head, before trying to chomp down onto its neck!...
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
Korraz wondered about the idea of splitting up, but decided that it would be simpler to go towards the area known to be interesting; known to have an enemy where the combined might of the group would make short work of it, allowing a faster route to their goal. It was better to stick together.
With a nod, the blacksmith let her allies know she was ready.
With a nod, the blacksmith let her allies know she was ready.
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The Mara's pupil dilated as it tasted the darkness of Sejanus min in full. There were few flavours more delicious then a man of honour giving into his darkness and chaos. "Yes you are" said the Mara, all pretence of kindess gone from it's voice, "Is it no liberating? Is it not as I promised? You are free from all fear and doubt! Free from all the chains that bind your people! This is my gift to all life once I rule all!"
The brand on the captain's arm writhed in the Mara's ecstasy. "Sejanus, would in not be more enjoyable if you could share this wonderful gift with others of your kind? Why don't you return to your ship and enlighten your crew?"
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Hades had remained on the observation deck. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of worry. He sore that if he ever crossed paths with this Drillgore, he's make the creature wish for the boredom of it's old imprisonment. Xul's "suggestion" still plagued him.
The Lord of the Underworld had avoided his niece for his own reasons, so he swore to cut all ties with he when he joined the Alliance he had done so without question. He had also thought she would be safe among the Yakuza, yet it seemed that she was always being drawn into conflict. While he was always proud of her bravery, with every passing year his worry for her grew.
"Be safe Aphrodite" prayed Hades "Be safe."
The brand on the captain's arm writhed in the Mara's ecstasy. "Sejanus, would in not be more enjoyable if you could share this wonderful gift with others of your kind? Why don't you return to your ship and enlighten your crew?"
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Hades had remained on the observation deck. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of worry. He sore that if he ever crossed paths with this Drillgore, he's make the creature wish for the boredom of it's old imprisonment. Xul's "suggestion" still plagued him.
The Lord of the Underworld had avoided his niece for his own reasons, so he swore to cut all ties with he when he joined the Alliance he had done so without question. He had also thought she would be safe among the Yakuza, yet it seemed that she was always being drawn into conflict. While he was always proud of her bravery, with every passing year his worry for her grew.
"Be safe Aphrodite" prayed Hades "Be safe."
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When Drillgore was brought onto Tengri's ship, he felt an alluring presence once he was aboard. It almost felt like this ship was alive, or something of the sort. Drillgore's concentration was broken once Tengri began to speak.
"Hmm, yes. The plan." Drillgore stated, looking down at the vial before looking ahead of him and began to walk with the King of kings. "Once I am able to absorb this Quatheral energy correctly, I would be able to make more of this fluid. Due to me being fully re-created from the Quatheral energy, I will be able have more control over it than you. That is unless you want to die and be reborn from the fluid. Though I would highly go against that at the moment. This tampered version might not be able to bring others back from the dead.
He tapped his fingers against the vial for a few seconds before snapping his neck suddenly to face Tengri. After I master this, you will be able to recreate worlds to your whim. I do have a question though. Was there any valuable information that Quatheral told you?"
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Drillgore was stunned momentarily. Electricity piercing his body and burning him alive! More of the blue cracks formed on his skin, starting to absorb the lightning into his body. The pain started to become a dull annoyance. He wasn't going to be denied his goals! His sharp clawed fingers began to grow out. The tips glowed a deep sapphire, soon cascading down his arm. A portal soon formed in front of him, just big enough for him to slip through.. He quickly floated through, heading through the portal....
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The pounding beats of Drillgore's song continued to pound in Aphrodite's head. Although the laughter had died down for now, much to Aphrodite's dismay, she heard Drillgore's voice come through once again. "Did you really think that would work. I've improved myself since our last encounters. And I must say, I've never seen you like this. Tell me. Do you think you're going to save everyone in this city? Your people will be slaughtered across the streets and homes. I'll make sure that Hale screams your name out to the heavens. His voice changed that into Hale's, screaming out loud before being cut off suddenly.
Drillgore's laughter could be heard on the left side of her, no.. the right! Drillgore's laugh started to circle her, toying with her. Drillgore watched her from a distance, observing her movements. Her mind was just about ready to break for him. All it needs is just one large push.
A black hand shot out from Drillgore's back, starting to pull itself from the drilled abomination. A head soon formed, along with a drill arm. Soon enough, an exact clone of Drillgore grew out of the back of the original. With a singiluar nod from both of them, the copy began to sneak into a resident's home, undetected by anyone. The original however stayed within the shadows, continuing to mess with Aphrodite's mind.
"Hmm, yes. The plan." Drillgore stated, looking down at the vial before looking ahead of him and began to walk with the King of kings. "Once I am able to absorb this Quatheral energy correctly, I would be able to make more of this fluid. Due to me being fully re-created from the Quatheral energy, I will be able have more control over it than you. That is unless you want to die and be reborn from the fluid. Though I would highly go against that at the moment. This tampered version might not be able to bring others back from the dead.
He tapped his fingers against the vial for a few seconds before snapping his neck suddenly to face Tengri. After I master this, you will be able to recreate worlds to your whim. I do have a question though. Was there any valuable information that Quatheral told you?"
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Drillgore was stunned momentarily. Electricity piercing his body and burning him alive! More of the blue cracks formed on his skin, starting to absorb the lightning into his body. The pain started to become a dull annoyance. He wasn't going to be denied his goals! His sharp clawed fingers began to grow out. The tips glowed a deep sapphire, soon cascading down his arm. A portal soon formed in front of him, just big enough for him to slip through.. He quickly floated through, heading through the portal....
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The pounding beats of Drillgore's song continued to pound in Aphrodite's head. Although the laughter had died down for now, much to Aphrodite's dismay, she heard Drillgore's voice come through once again. "Did you really think that would work. I've improved myself since our last encounters. And I must say, I've never seen you like this. Tell me. Do you think you're going to save everyone in this city? Your people will be slaughtered across the streets and homes. I'll make sure that Hale screams your name out to the heavens. His voice changed that into Hale's, screaming out loud before being cut off suddenly.
Drillgore's laughter could be heard on the left side of her, no.. the right! Drillgore's laugh started to circle her, toying with her. Drillgore watched her from a distance, observing her movements. Her mind was just about ready to break for him. All it needs is just one large push.
A black hand shot out from Drillgore's back, starting to pull itself from the drilled abomination. A head soon formed, along with a drill arm. Soon enough, an exact clone of Drillgore grew out of the back of the original. With a singiluar nod from both of them, the copy began to sneak into a resident's home, undetected by anyone. The original however stayed within the shadows, continuing to mess with Aphrodite's mind.
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
"<He has slaughtered our kin and scarred our land,>" the ginger beast growled, leaning closer to Crigan, her pale, wolfish head bearing down on him. Her claws, however, fell away from the sheathed long knife. "<He and his iron soldiers made the pit we stand in and have killed enough varuls to fill it. And he too is from another world, so I do not trust you, so-called 'god.>'"
Just as Jackie had noticed the beast-woman's hostility, so did her allies. And at least one took issue with it.
Sven, after flashing a parting grin at Molly, strode over and pushed himself between Crigan and his aggressor, deeply invading both of their personal spaces. "<Alex is from another world too!>" the shorter varul protested. A murmur passed through the others, who still hung back. They seem to take this point positively; two stepped forward, examining the foreigners closer, with more curious eyes.
Their leader, however, was not swayed. "<And I do not trust him either.>"
Sven's ears folded down. "<Alex is one of us! He was hurt by Zeye too. He should meet these strangers. Maybe they know his home!>"
Just as Jackie had noticed the beast-woman's hostility, so did her allies. And at least one took issue with it.
Sven, after flashing a parting grin at Molly, strode over and pushed himself between Crigan and his aggressor, deeply invading both of their personal spaces. "<Alex is from another world too!>" the shorter varul protested. A murmur passed through the others, who still hung back. They seem to take this point positively; two stepped forward, examining the foreigners closer, with more curious eyes.
Their leader, however, was not swayed. "<And I do not trust him either.>"
Sven's ears folded down. "<Alex is one of us! He was hurt by Zeye too. He should meet these strangers. Maybe they know his home!>"
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Crigan's face darkened as he listened to the wolf headed warriors description of what this Zeye had done, and then the back and forth between her and Sven. This... was problematic. They had only come here to find the dragon ball and leave, not to get caught up in the problems of the people here. They didn't have much time to act either, as he knew Persephone would be quick to pursuit them. And yet, his heart simply couldn't turn down the plight these people suffered at the hands of this Zeye...
"We only came here to find an object that may have landed in this world..." Crigan explained. "But if this Zeye is causing your people to suffer and be murdered, then I will-"
"I'll help as well!"
Crigan turned to see Molly step up. "Seeing people, no matter what kind, be treated like this... It's wrong. I can tell you're good people, that you just want to live in peace with each other, but what this Zeye has done, from what I can piece together, is irreprehensible. I'll help do what I can to stop him so you and your people can know peace, I promise!"
Demmy turned to the girl with an exasperated look. "Molly, we don't have the ti-"
"Demmy." Molly's voice cut her off. "When I hired you to be a part of the Cheshire Cafe, was not part of the rules that we help out whoever is in need of trouble?"
"But, we're not-"
"Even outside of the cafe, we must help those who need it! As your boss, this is my instruction to you." Molly straightened herself up, and cleared her throat. "Yes, we came here to find the Dragon Ball, but we will not leave until these... wolf people... are freed of this Zeye's oppression, AND we have the Dragon Ball. No ifs, no ands, no buts!"
Demmy's one good eye twitched. "Molly, this is one of those very rare times I regret you being so altruistic..."
Crigan felt a sweat drop drip down his brow, and he turned back to the leader of the wolf people. "I guess there's your answer. We'll help you get rid of this Zeye and bring peace back here."
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"HEATHER!" Nichelle shouted as she saw the unconscious form of the pixie vanish into the rift. She had bounced off of Daeva's body and landed on her hands and feet just in time to witness Heather vanish before her.
She... She had... failed... Heather was gone...
The veins across Nichelle's forehead throbbed and grew, and her body became aflame with draconic flames. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE THE FORMER GENERAL OR THE GOD OF THE NINJAS! I'LL FORCE YOU TO RETURN HEATHER BACK TO ME!" The bio-weapon flew toward Shayatin with a speed nearly rival that of Daeva's, no doubt bolstered by adrenaline and rage...
Alas, as it was ALMOST at Daeva's level, Shayatin was able to bring her hooked sword up in time to block the twin bladed strike that came overhead. Plumes of heat and fire washed over her, and the ground beneath the Yakuza cracked and turned to glass. Yet, Nichelle would not relent, as even with the blade blocking hers, she still channeled her flames down through the blades, to incinerate and overwhelm the undead Yakuza....
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"T-thanks." Mulek nodded, before she flew off after Immanuel. Were she a betting angel, the nearest source of destruction was no doubt where Dante was...
A few miles out, two forms dropped upon the top of an icy ridge. One was large and reptilian, with jagged claws that clenched in the frozen air. The other was masked and veiled, and held two scythes on either side.
Tyralus sniffed the air. "The stench of frozen decayed flesh and death, and the more recent scent of charred bones and meat... It reminds me of the great war. So much death, so many casualties, so much flesh to consume, both rancid and sweet."
Minos, beside him, simply shifted her head to the bits of ice and snow that were still rising from the cavein. Her eyes narrowed, and she began to move forward...
"Eager to kill? I get Malcania knocking you silly gave you an itch for some murder, but let's play things slow for now, and observe from a distance." Tyralus hissed. When Minos stared up at him, he chuckled. "Let them do all the hard work. Let them find the Dragon Ball, then we'll snatch it from under their nose and kill them when their guard is down. Why waste the effort?"
Internally, there was more to Tyralus's plans than that. This was to guarantee the Dragon Ball would be theirs for the taking with minimal fuss, and if a fight did break out... well, it would be understandable if poor Minos, fresh from the medical tank, were to have an accident against such powerful beings as the Ninjas. He would return alone with the prize, and present it to Persephone, and while she would be overwhelmed with his success and with her own guard down...
Well, the Throne of Sheol would be ripe for the taking. Both the Ninjas wiped out, and Persephone dead. Two birds with one stone, and with the Dragon Balls... the entire human race would be his to consume as an endless delicacy, across all worlds and all time!
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Hevar hovered after Korraz and Yzazil. Hopefully, her hunch would be correct.
As if to prove her thoughts, the voice once more echoed around them. "I GAVE YOU A WARNING TO TURN BACK BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE, MORTALS. NOW I GIVE YOU YOUR FINAL WARNING. THIS PLACE WILL BE YOUR TOMB, AND I WILL GRANT YOU A LESS PAINFUL DEATH THAN WHAT ELSE LURKS HERE."
Along the walls of the hallway to the mess hall, cameras turned to track the trio....
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Aseya gasped in amazement at the remnants of the Realm of the Gods. Over twenty giant statues, some in pieces and in dissaray, but others still intact, all stood as monoliths of the great deities of her world. She was so in awe, she nearly forgot to keep herself invisible, and only remembered at the last moment. She stayed silent, a small portable probe in hand with the camera that came with it, as Persephone and Alabaster walked past her and deeper into the Realm of the Gods.
"Aseya, that being that is with Persephone, that Alabaster... She knows things she should not." Laeptus turned to tell her. He reached into his desk and pulled out a micro probe. "And I have the feeling we would otherwise know as well. She's been here, in Sheol, in this palace, far longer than anyone has realized, and yet no one has recognized her until recently. How long has she bewitched everyone? I need you to trail her, and record what might go on between her and Persephone wherever they go."
Aseya took the camera. "Will... Will I be safe?"
"If you remain invisible, neither one should be able to detect you or the probe. Record what happens, so that there is some evidence of what has occurred, whatever she may be planning. I hate to say it, but I fear Persephone might be in danger, and not the kind I would like to witness. We've hosted a serpent in our midst when we were terrified of the obvious shrew, and who knows what that serpent is planning..."
"Wow, it's quite desolate here. Desolate, dusty, and UUUUGLY." Alabaster's voice brought Aseya from her internal thoughts. The Advisor spun on her heels before the statue of a large multi-tongued eel, and eyed it carefully. "I think Dea and Vastrus should have cleaned up after themselves. It's almost as messy as your room back home."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOHXUUbZyLM&t=7950s
The air around Alabaster grew cold, and Aseya shivered. The ice beneath Alabaster's feet grew thick and black and slick, and icicle spears formed in the air, all aimed down upon her from all directions. "So you're aware that I saw it. The photo Drillgore brought back." Persephone hissed. "I don't know who that other child was, but I recognize myself in there. And you're in there as well, nursing me. Was that your intention in suggesting Dea go to the Celestial world? TO have her or Drillgore find that photo and bring it back for you? To have Dea be maimed by whatever that THING was?!"
Alabaster smirked, and began to chuckle. "Oh Persy, always trying so hard to sound so smart, like a seven year old answering a middle school question. Yes, that was part of the intention. The other was that giant claw Drillgore also brought back. Both were my goals, but Dea's accident was just that... an accident. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. Anything to throw that brain of yours for a loop, I will happily take, my dear Persy."
Alabaster began to walk forward. Despite the black ice, each step was perfect and meticulous in placement, and as solid as if she walked on hard rock. "And before you ask, yes, I wanted to see that lovely family photo once more, of when you were just a simple cute little girl who only wanted to follow Mommy's every word. A shame you became so rebellious and arrogant under Darius and then Cercil. You were so cute back then, a fat little rolling ball of innocent filth..."
"So... you're my birth mother." Persephone's eyes narrowed. The ice around Alabaster sharpened and lengthened. "I always knew Darius wasn't my true father, even if he loved me as his own, but to think I was born of this sadist jester, it makes me want to puke."
"Is that what you call my motherly affection to you, Persy?" Alabaster tilted her head, and sighed. She snapped her fingers, and at once her skeletal dress and mask faded away. In their place was instead a black cardigan over a white shirt, and a loose black and white tie, with a short crimson and polka dot skirt to finish the new appearance. "How rude. To call your own mother such unsavory things. I thought I taught you better than that."
"You are no mother of mine!" Persephone snapped. At once, the icicle spears rained down upon Alabaster and skewered through her like knives through a stick of butter. There was no resistance, just easy impalement. "For all of her faults, Cercil at least knew how to be a damn mother, not a perverted molester! The skinship, the groping, that's not what a mother is! Not-"
She stopped. Alabaster's form glowed and faded away as the spears rested. There was no blood there... as if... she had never been there at all...
"And who decides that, Persy?"
Peresphone turned to swing her ice blade into Alabaster's grinning face, yet the blade stopped but a fraction of an inch from the woman's emerald eyes and soft cheeks. Nothing was there to stop it, it just... refused to move. Persephone pushed and tugged with all of her might, but she was frozen in place. She tried to let go, but her hands was stuck as well, held by some unseen force.
Alamaster leaned in closer, and licked her lips. "Justice, morality, ethics... It's all a construct of the current power base, my little Persy. And that power base is not you."
Her lips tapped against Persephone's forehead, a move that should have been a gentle kiss, yet the Lord of Sheol felt an entire mountain strike into her face. She was blasted back into the statue of the eel, and the statue cracked and crumbled upon her. Rocks and granite embedded into her skin, and blood dripped from Persephone's mouth. She screamed in agony as he body shuddered from the impact.
"Oh, heavens no, you were never the power base, Persy. Maybe at one point, but your time in the sun has set." Alabaster strode forward like a little girl on her way to the market, and reached into the debris to pull out Persephone by the neck. She held her up to eye level, and her emerald eyes gleamed all the brighter. "Such disrespect for your mother in unbefitting for a little girl. Children should listen to to their parents and be obedient little pets and puppets. Such rebellious nature is something I'll just have to punish out of you."
"We only came here to find an object that may have landed in this world..." Crigan explained. "But if this Zeye is causing your people to suffer and be murdered, then I will-"
"I'll help as well!"
Crigan turned to see Molly step up. "Seeing people, no matter what kind, be treated like this... It's wrong. I can tell you're good people, that you just want to live in peace with each other, but what this Zeye has done, from what I can piece together, is irreprehensible. I'll help do what I can to stop him so you and your people can know peace, I promise!"
Demmy turned to the girl with an exasperated look. "Molly, we don't have the ti-"
"Demmy." Molly's voice cut her off. "When I hired you to be a part of the Cheshire Cafe, was not part of the rules that we help out whoever is in need of trouble?"
"But, we're not-"
"Even outside of the cafe, we must help those who need it! As your boss, this is my instruction to you." Molly straightened herself up, and cleared her throat. "Yes, we came here to find the Dragon Ball, but we will not leave until these... wolf people... are freed of this Zeye's oppression, AND we have the Dragon Ball. No ifs, no ands, no buts!"
Demmy's one good eye twitched. "Molly, this is one of those very rare times I regret you being so altruistic..."
Crigan felt a sweat drop drip down his brow, and he turned back to the leader of the wolf people. "I guess there's your answer. We'll help you get rid of this Zeye and bring peace back here."
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"HEATHER!" Nichelle shouted as she saw the unconscious form of the pixie vanish into the rift. She had bounced off of Daeva's body and landed on her hands and feet just in time to witness Heather vanish before her.
She... She had... failed... Heather was gone...
The veins across Nichelle's forehead throbbed and grew, and her body became aflame with draconic flames. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE THE FORMER GENERAL OR THE GOD OF THE NINJAS! I'LL FORCE YOU TO RETURN HEATHER BACK TO ME!" The bio-weapon flew toward Shayatin with a speed nearly rival that of Daeva's, no doubt bolstered by adrenaline and rage...
Alas, as it was ALMOST at Daeva's level, Shayatin was able to bring her hooked sword up in time to block the twin bladed strike that came overhead. Plumes of heat and fire washed over her, and the ground beneath the Yakuza cracked and turned to glass. Yet, Nichelle would not relent, as even with the blade blocking hers, she still channeled her flames down through the blades, to incinerate and overwhelm the undead Yakuza....
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"T-thanks." Mulek nodded, before she flew off after Immanuel. Were she a betting angel, the nearest source of destruction was no doubt where Dante was...
A few miles out, two forms dropped upon the top of an icy ridge. One was large and reptilian, with jagged claws that clenched in the frozen air. The other was masked and veiled, and held two scythes on either side.
Tyralus sniffed the air. "The stench of frozen decayed flesh and death, and the more recent scent of charred bones and meat... It reminds me of the great war. So much death, so many casualties, so much flesh to consume, both rancid and sweet."
Minos, beside him, simply shifted her head to the bits of ice and snow that were still rising from the cavein. Her eyes narrowed, and she began to move forward...
"Eager to kill? I get Malcania knocking you silly gave you an itch for some murder, but let's play things slow for now, and observe from a distance." Tyralus hissed. When Minos stared up at him, he chuckled. "Let them do all the hard work. Let them find the Dragon Ball, then we'll snatch it from under their nose and kill them when their guard is down. Why waste the effort?"
Internally, there was more to Tyralus's plans than that. This was to guarantee the Dragon Ball would be theirs for the taking with minimal fuss, and if a fight did break out... well, it would be understandable if poor Minos, fresh from the medical tank, were to have an accident against such powerful beings as the Ninjas. He would return alone with the prize, and present it to Persephone, and while she would be overwhelmed with his success and with her own guard down...
Well, the Throne of Sheol would be ripe for the taking. Both the Ninjas wiped out, and Persephone dead. Two birds with one stone, and with the Dragon Balls... the entire human race would be his to consume as an endless delicacy, across all worlds and all time!
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Hevar hovered after Korraz and Yzazil. Hopefully, her hunch would be correct.
As if to prove her thoughts, the voice once more echoed around them. "I GAVE YOU A WARNING TO TURN BACK BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE, MORTALS. NOW I GIVE YOU YOUR FINAL WARNING. THIS PLACE WILL BE YOUR TOMB, AND I WILL GRANT YOU A LESS PAINFUL DEATH THAN WHAT ELSE LURKS HERE."
Along the walls of the hallway to the mess hall, cameras turned to track the trio....
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Aseya gasped in amazement at the remnants of the Realm of the Gods. Over twenty giant statues, some in pieces and in dissaray, but others still intact, all stood as monoliths of the great deities of her world. She was so in awe, she nearly forgot to keep herself invisible, and only remembered at the last moment. She stayed silent, a small portable probe in hand with the camera that came with it, as Persephone and Alabaster walked past her and deeper into the Realm of the Gods.
"Aseya, that being that is with Persephone, that Alabaster... She knows things she should not." Laeptus turned to tell her. He reached into his desk and pulled out a micro probe. "And I have the feeling we would otherwise know as well. She's been here, in Sheol, in this palace, far longer than anyone has realized, and yet no one has recognized her until recently. How long has she bewitched everyone? I need you to trail her, and record what might go on between her and Persephone wherever they go."
Aseya took the camera. "Will... Will I be safe?"
"If you remain invisible, neither one should be able to detect you or the probe. Record what happens, so that there is some evidence of what has occurred, whatever she may be planning. I hate to say it, but I fear Persephone might be in danger, and not the kind I would like to witness. We've hosted a serpent in our midst when we were terrified of the obvious shrew, and who knows what that serpent is planning..."
"Wow, it's quite desolate here. Desolate, dusty, and UUUUGLY." Alabaster's voice brought Aseya from her internal thoughts. The Advisor spun on her heels before the statue of a large multi-tongued eel, and eyed it carefully. "I think Dea and Vastrus should have cleaned up after themselves. It's almost as messy as your room back home."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOHXUUbZyLM&t=7950s
The air around Alabaster grew cold, and Aseya shivered. The ice beneath Alabaster's feet grew thick and black and slick, and icicle spears formed in the air, all aimed down upon her from all directions. "So you're aware that I saw it. The photo Drillgore brought back." Persephone hissed. "I don't know who that other child was, but I recognize myself in there. And you're in there as well, nursing me. Was that your intention in suggesting Dea go to the Celestial world? TO have her or Drillgore find that photo and bring it back for you? To have Dea be maimed by whatever that THING was?!"
Alabaster smirked, and began to chuckle. "Oh Persy, always trying so hard to sound so smart, like a seven year old answering a middle school question. Yes, that was part of the intention. The other was that giant claw Drillgore also brought back. Both were my goals, but Dea's accident was just that... an accident. A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. Anything to throw that brain of yours for a loop, I will happily take, my dear Persy."
Alabaster began to walk forward. Despite the black ice, each step was perfect and meticulous in placement, and as solid as if she walked on hard rock. "And before you ask, yes, I wanted to see that lovely family photo once more, of when you were just a simple cute little girl who only wanted to follow Mommy's every word. A shame you became so rebellious and arrogant under Darius and then Cercil. You were so cute back then, a fat little rolling ball of innocent filth..."
"So... you're my birth mother." Persephone's eyes narrowed. The ice around Alabaster sharpened and lengthened. "I always knew Darius wasn't my true father, even if he loved me as his own, but to think I was born of this sadist jester, it makes me want to puke."
"Is that what you call my motherly affection to you, Persy?" Alabaster tilted her head, and sighed. She snapped her fingers, and at once her skeletal dress and mask faded away. In their place was instead a black cardigan over a white shirt, and a loose black and white tie, with a short crimson and polka dot skirt to finish the new appearance. "How rude. To call your own mother such unsavory things. I thought I taught you better than that."
"You are no mother of mine!" Persephone snapped. At once, the icicle spears rained down upon Alabaster and skewered through her like knives through a stick of butter. There was no resistance, just easy impalement. "For all of her faults, Cercil at least knew how to be a damn mother, not a perverted molester! The skinship, the groping, that's not what a mother is! Not-"
She stopped. Alabaster's form glowed and faded away as the spears rested. There was no blood there... as if... she had never been there at all...
"And who decides that, Persy?"
Peresphone turned to swing her ice blade into Alabaster's grinning face, yet the blade stopped but a fraction of an inch from the woman's emerald eyes and soft cheeks. Nothing was there to stop it, it just... refused to move. Persephone pushed and tugged with all of her might, but she was frozen in place. She tried to let go, but her hands was stuck as well, held by some unseen force.
Alamaster leaned in closer, and licked her lips. "Justice, morality, ethics... It's all a construct of the current power base, my little Persy. And that power base is not you."
Her lips tapped against Persephone's forehead, a move that should have been a gentle kiss, yet the Lord of Sheol felt an entire mountain strike into her face. She was blasted back into the statue of the eel, and the statue cracked and crumbled upon her. Rocks and granite embedded into her skin, and blood dripped from Persephone's mouth. She screamed in agony as he body shuddered from the impact.
"Oh, heavens no, you were never the power base, Persy. Maybe at one point, but your time in the sun has set." Alabaster strode forward like a little girl on her way to the market, and reached into the debris to pull out Persephone by the neck. She held her up to eye level, and her emerald eyes gleamed all the brighter. "Such disrespect for your mother in unbefitting for a little girl. Children should listen to to their parents and be obedient little pets and puppets. Such rebellious nature is something I'll just have to punish out of you."
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"My name's Blubury, from a species terrorized by Godzilla. We're trying to kill it," Blubury said. "Most of our technological advancement have come with the goal of destroying the monster. That technological progress allowed us with some effort to open up a portal to his exact location. I guess this place isn't as secure as you once thought."
It was interesting that this plant had some gore from Godzilla and also held such a high energy reading. It was almost like the plant itself had injured Godzilla. She pocketed some plant matter just in case...
Cercil would also be an interesting sample.
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Before the creatures were able to sense it, Xarm hoisted one of his gun and aimed toward them. With a pull of the trigger, most assaulting the Other and Xarm were disintegrated. Xarm swirled around and stabbed one in the head.
"Pick me up," said Nonce.
Ten'ren hoisted the small robot upward, allowing him to land a powerful kick into one of the creatures, sending it flying away down a nearby cliff face. Ten'ren stretched their hand out, allowing Nōnce to bat away the monsters while they personally unloaded their gun and demolished the creatures. From behind, the remaining crew members threw discs from their person. Upon landing on the ship, a large wave of energy emitted forth and transformed all monsters within its radius into small green toadlike creatures with pointed ears and small back legs.
The Other backhanded a goblin and entered the cave, observing how quickly the pirates were disposing of the creatures. Xarm stomped apart the toppled monster's head. "Behind me," Xarm said.
He withdrew a smaller gun, disintegrating creatures as Gou, Ten'ren, Nōnce and the other crew members filed behind him into the cave. Nōnce kicked one of the small green creatures in the crotch, launching it into the stormy sky.
The situation was escalating quickly. Just now, the Yakuza could sense an immense level of destruction occurring not far from here and the arrival of some powerful entities. They would have to hurry to grab the Dragon Ball. The Other placed his hand on the cave wall, focusing his energy to discover the most straightforward route. Meanwhile, the pirates cursed and jeered at the monsters.
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Godzilla allowed the other monster to chomp onto his neck. Godzilla threw himself backward into a massive chunk of unheaved moon material, slamming the monster on his back into it with a loud growl. One fifth of the moon split asunder from the force, severing itself from the rest of the celestial body. Some of the pointed ridges along Godzilla's spine dug into the fierce lupine.
It was interesting that this plant had some gore from Godzilla and also held such a high energy reading. It was almost like the plant itself had injured Godzilla. She pocketed some plant matter just in case...
Cercil would also be an interesting sample.
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Before the creatures were able to sense it, Xarm hoisted one of his gun and aimed toward them. With a pull of the trigger, most assaulting the Other and Xarm were disintegrated. Xarm swirled around and stabbed one in the head.
"Pick me up," said Nonce.
Ten'ren hoisted the small robot upward, allowing him to land a powerful kick into one of the creatures, sending it flying away down a nearby cliff face. Ten'ren stretched their hand out, allowing Nōnce to bat away the monsters while they personally unloaded their gun and demolished the creatures. From behind, the remaining crew members threw discs from their person. Upon landing on the ship, a large wave of energy emitted forth and transformed all monsters within its radius into small green toadlike creatures with pointed ears and small back legs.
The Other backhanded a goblin and entered the cave, observing how quickly the pirates were disposing of the creatures. Xarm stomped apart the toppled monster's head. "Behind me," Xarm said.
He withdrew a smaller gun, disintegrating creatures as Gou, Ten'ren, Nōnce and the other crew members filed behind him into the cave. Nōnce kicked one of the small green creatures in the crotch, launching it into the stormy sky.
The situation was escalating quickly. Just now, the Yakuza could sense an immense level of destruction occurring not far from here and the arrival of some powerful entities. They would have to hurry to grab the Dragon Ball. The Other placed his hand on the cave wall, focusing his energy to discover the most straightforward route. Meanwhile, the pirates cursed and jeered at the monsters.
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Godzilla allowed the other monster to chomp onto his neck. Godzilla threw himself backward into a massive chunk of unheaved moon material, slamming the monster on his back into it with a loud growl. One fifth of the moon split asunder from the force, severing itself from the rest of the celestial body. Some of the pointed ridges along Godzilla's spine dug into the fierce lupine.
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As he spiraled out of control, Ubel managed to catch a glimpse of the above where they had just been seconds ago. “The roof’s collapsing, we’ve gotta get out of here!” He yelled, before he was finally able to catch himself and slow to a calm hover.
“I told you that was a bad idea, Evron!” Dante chastised whilst he dodged and shattered enormous chunks of falling ice.
Evron, in the meantime, made a beeline for the falling Gigantis, also noting the remainder of his clones that had fallen in exploding in clouds of smoke before they hit the ground. “Maybe I got a bit carried away, no harm no foul!” He defended before turning his attention to Gigantis. “Get ready to be thrown!” With that, and no additional warning, Evron reached out to grab one of the warrior’s burly arms and completely slowed his momentum to a halt. Then, the ninja twisted around and hurled Gigantis towards Dante.
The Ninja Prime was ready and waiting. When their new ally was close enough, Dante flew to meet him, grabbed hold of the same arm, and threw him towards the patiently waiting Ubel.
Ubel decided to meet the warrior halfway, but instead of grabbing and throwing him out of the steadily sinking earth, he carried Gigantis towards the ceiling at supersonic speed. He looked over his shoulder to make sure both Evron and Dante were close behind, and saw that they were both right on his tail. He looked to Dante, “Break us outta here, big bro!” He shouted.
“I’m on it!” Dante replied. He sped quickly in front of all of them, kept increasing his speed until, when he slammed into the top, punched a hole straight through and dove out into the frozen desert once more. The rest followed shortly thereafter and landed far away from the sinkhole. Once they were clear, Dante, floating high above the calamity, reached a hand out and enveloped the hole with a massive amount of energy. The sunken area glowed in gold, and when Dante closed his fist, it slowly started to rise back up to its original position. The ground below quaked and rattled and groaned as a part of itself was manipulated. Finally, when it was back in place, Dante released his grip and allowed it to settle. While there were still massive cracks in the ground, the hole was otherwise covered back up, and whatever twisted hell that laid hidden below, returned to secrecy.
With a sigh, Dante descended to check on the others. “Is everyone alright?” He asked.
Ubel shot aa thumbs up, “All good hear.”
“Yeah, same.” Evron confirmed.
“Good, but we’ve definitely made ourselves known to everything here now.” Dante stated.
“Yeah, I wonder what, or who could’ve cause that?” Ubel threw an annoyed gaze at Evron.
Evron met his brother’s eyes with the cold, blank stare of his helmet, and scoffed. “Hey, those things are dead, aren’t they? And, you’re not any worse for wear, so what’s the big goddamn deal?”
“I dunno, Evron, maybe it’s the fact that you decided it was a good idea to unleash a crap ton of energy in a tiny space, drop us into an abyss, and almost got us trapped down there? No, that couldn’t be it. You know, for such a ‘master tactician’, that was pretty freaking amateur what you pulled back there.”
Evron got in his brother’s face, practically breathing up his neck. “I didn’t see you coming up with any bright ideas back there, big guy. Matter of fact, aside from killing a couple goblins, I didn’t see you doing jack shit. So, how’s about you stop fucking complaining and judging me on my actions, yeah?” He psychically threw back and reached to pat Ubel on the shoulder. “It doesn’t suit you.” Evron whispered dismissively.
Ubel’s eyes glowed darker, “Real ironic coming you, Evron.”
“If you’ve got something to say, little bro, then you better damn well say it-”
“Guys, that’s enough, from both of you.” Dante finally spoke and calmly yet firmly scolded them. “Arguing isn’t going to get us any closer to finding the Dragon Balls, and we’re already on a tight enough schedule as it is. Evron, I agree with Ubel, that was needlessly reckless and put our new ally at risk. We may have survived, sure, but what about Gigantis? We’re currently trying to do better at containing the destruction we cause, and what happened back there just didn’t really help with that. We all need to be considering that from now on.” Dante then turned to Ubel, “I know you’re frustrated, Ubel, and I get it, I do. But, we shouldn’t take that frustration out on each other, especially not now when teamwork is so vital. Either the two of you put this whole thing behind you and make up, or find somewhere safe to spar and get it out of your system. Just as long as you put an end to it.”
Ubel listened on to what Dante was saying, and when the latter finished, he nodded intently and his face softened. “You’re right, Em, I’m sorry about that, that was brash and insensitive of me.” Ubel calmly apologized and turned to Evron. “Sorry, Rube, I didn’t mean to get that frustrated at you, honest.”
Evron crossed his arms and was silent for a bit. But, finally he relented, rolling his eyes internally. “And I guess that I’m sorry for dropping an ice floor on us, but that’s all I’m giving you.” He jeered.
Ubel smiled, “That’s enough for me,” He mused and offered his hand, “we cool?”
Evron snorted and grabbed his hand, “We’re cool... After I whoop your ass in a sparring match.”
“You’re on.” Ubel winked.
Dante grinned proudly. Just what was he to do with them? In any case, he turned to the awaiting Gigantis and offered him a nod. “What’s the plan of action now? I can only imagine who or what now knows we’re here; we need to find that Dragon Ball and leave as soon as we’re able.”
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As Daeva recovered and got back on her feet, she was just in time to see Heather being whisked away through a portal and it closing shortly after.
“Dammit.” She murmured underneath her breath. As she turned to face the attacking Yakuza, Daeva’s ears perked up at the new information given by the being. Her eyes narrowed; her father had many generals throughout his reign, most of which were dispensable at a moment’s notice. However, there was one whom was consistently pretentious, woefully obnoxious, and an ever bigger bootlicker than the others. They were also the only one of Marise’s generals that also happened to be female, and worshipped him like he was some deity.
Daeva’s eyes glowed brightly when she finally put two and two together, before she smirked with amusement. “Shayatin, fancy that. It HAS been too long, hasn’t it?” She spoke into her opponent’s mind. “You look... Different, somehow. Did you do something to your hair?” She mused whilst conjuring her helmet and fixing it onto her head. “Well anyway, since you’re here... I guess I’d better get a little serious.”
Without another word, Daeva moved her feet shoulder length apart, turned her dominant foot towards Shayatin, and squatted into an offensive stance. She moved her hand over to her blade, and as soon as it touched the hilt, her Ultimate Technique erupted in place, fully charged and ready to be unleashed. Before she launched at Shayatin, the real Daeva suddenly came from behind the ex general and lashed out with her sword, tip first, straight along the side of Shayatin’s cheek, purposefully missing by mere centimeters.
“Over here!” Daeva shouted, now screaming in to attack the Yakuza’s left flank, but again, intentionally withdrew. Suddenly, the ninja stood inches away from Shayatin, her hand withdrawn to strike the light blue circle traced in front of her. Daeva’s palm struck the hollow shape at hypersonic speed, and torrential winds slammed and shredded into Shayatin. Quickly, Daeva’s Ki Storm carried the former for miles past the kingdom, before they finally ceased and disappeared.
Now with but a brief moment of respite, Daeva took note of Nichelle’s current state, but whilst peering off at the distance where Shayatin was. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Nichelle, but I need to be the one to handle this, yeah? Daeva spoke in a tone that was uncharacteristically serious and stern for her. “Shayatin used to be one of my Dad’s greatest generals, if not the greatest; her fighting prowess is second to none, barring me and my brothers. But, unlike us, mercy isn’t something she knows nor believes in. She is cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty without fault, and commands a level of focus from me that I can only get either alone, or when I’m fighting her with my brothers as a team.”
Daeva regarded the cyborg girl with a serious yet empathetic look. “Anger and rage won’t beat her, trust me, I’ve learned that the hard way. You’ve seen what she can do when she’s just toying with you... And that’ll be the last time she does. I need for you to help Aphrodite with Drillgore, okay? Make sure Cthlee and those are safe, please.” Before Daeva turned to head off in search of Shayatin, she paused for a moment. “Aphrodite’s got the main Drillgore taken care of, I suggest you find the little douchebag that’s trying to play boogeyman on whoever’s sleeping inside.”
With that, Daeva’s afterimage faded away from Nichelle’s view as the former herself pursued after Shayatin.
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Aphrodite’s rage had reached its boiling point. The amount of energy pouring from her body was insurmountable as she prepared to lash out at anything and everything in search of Drillgore. The music blaring in her skull didn’t help, and the bolt of Zeus was for certain no consolation either. The goddess of lightning wanted blood, and she would have his by any means necessary!
But, as she was just about to engulf the entirety of her surroundings in flames, a calm voice spoke into her ear. It was booming, mighty, and aggressive... Yet calming all the same. It was a voice that was all too familiar to her, and Aphrodite could instantly begin to feel her anger subside, her bloodlust cease, and her energy get control. She closed her eyes, relaxed her muscles, and simply listened.
“You must learn to control it, little one...” Hades spoke.
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Olympus, Underworld, 10 million years ago...
“Until we are able to find a way to free from its clutches forever, you must learn to tame the darkness hidden within you.” Hades advised one day, during one of Aphrodite’s daily visits. Today, her uncle had been in a fairly chipper mood, which was a rarity sometimes. Though, he never seemed to take out his frustrations and anger on neither her, nor the love of his life. For that matter, no one truly saw the rage of Hades regularly, except for Zeus, of which no one could deny it as ever coming out of left field.
Aphrodite sat with her feet dangling off Hades’ rocky throne, overlooking the eternal sea of the dead, a hauntingly beautiful place in some ways, whilst Hades was busy crafting something for Persephone. He had said that it was a special secret, of which no one could know about; he referred to it as his greatest creation.
“But why, uncle, why was I even given this curse to begin with?” Aphrodite asked, her voice timid and pained. It had only been mere hours before that she’d had another... Episode. An episode first triggered by yours truly, and now, everyone was scared of her; she could see it in their eyes.
Hades scoffed harshly, “Because, my dear, that was your father’s doing. He saw you as weak, helpless to ever be able to fend for yourself. He also wanted to see how his power would affect a child, whether or not it would kill them. And so, he bestowed his mark upon you.” Hades looked up from his work to gaze at the young goddess. “You were an experiment to him.” He stated matter-of-fact. “But thankfully, in a twisted sense, your body was able to accept the power as its own, on top of the abilities you were already born with... And you survived.”
Aphrodite knew that was her uncle’s way of consoling one, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She felt ashamed for losing control, defiled for her father’s decision to do such a thing, and angry because he selfishly left her with this corruption. She shook her head as tears began to form. “I hate him... I hate him with everything I have!” Aphrodite screamed.
Hades turned to look at her once more, before he set his project down and walked over to her. Kneeling down before her, the dark god took one finger to gently raise her drooped chin. “Do not say such a thing, little one.” He started gently.
Aphrodite sniffed and looked away, “But I do, I hate him more than anything else.”
Hades nodded, “Your father is not a fair god, nor is he a good person, that is true. But, I simply do not wish for you to carry that anger, that hatred towards him in your heart. You are a goddess of love, dear child; you shall bring people together, not fill their hearts with hatred and tear them apart.” The dark lord reached out and poked her chest, “This power you carry, this curse, it does not define who you are... Whom you shall grow up to be. Right now, it is only accessible through your anger, or from your father’s bolt as a catalyst. But, one day, until we are able to find a cure... You must learn to control it, to fight it, or else it will take control.”
Aphrodite’s gaze fell on her uncle’s intense one, and after a few moments of prolonged silence, she finally gave him a timid little nod.
“I will, I promise...”
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“Uncle Hades... Thank you.” Aphrodite murmured to herself, and when she opened her eyes, she found that her rampant power had subsided, her destructive fury in the name of killing Drillgore was gone. She looked down at her hand to find the bolt clutched in it.
“Your uncle was nothing more than a fool, an ignorant sycophant whose jealousy and rage cost him everything.” Zeus’s voice harshly spoke.
Aphrodite’s expression was serious, yet calm, and her voice back to its natural smoothness. “Uncle Hades was more of a father to me than you ever were, in both life, and now death. In fact, all of my uncles were, all of my cousins, my siblings, my aunts, my Mother... They all raised me into the woman that I am now, and you, father, were never a part of that... Nor will you ever be.”
Aphrodite grabbed the bolt with both hands and raised it up over her head.
“YOU INSOLENT CHILD! What do you think you are doing?! You will NEVER defeat him without ME! You shall pay dearly for this, I WILL NEVER DIE!!! YOUR TORMENT SHALL BE ETERNAL!!!"
Aphrodite paused, her hazel eyes staring out at nothing. “I’m saving my family, my friends... The love of my life, my own way. I should’ve done this a long, long time ago... Goodbye, father... May your soul one day find peace.” She stated, before she brought the bolt of Zeus down upon her knee, and snapped it in half. Not even seconds after, a huge conglomerate of lightning shot into the sky in one, continuous stream, filling the clouds with white.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
After several moments of this, the stream finally ended, and all that was left in its wake were two rusted, battered, and disheveled pieces of Olympian metal lying pitifully on the ground. Aphrodite stared them now with a feeling of weightlessness, as though her shoulders were finally freed from that burden. And whilst she knew the accursed power still laid within her, it would take a lot more effort for it to ever run free... At least until she found a cure, and she would.
Aphrodite reached for her bow and calmly kept her head on a swivel to look for Drillgore. The music in her head had stopped, the laughing and the voices ceased, with both now having been replaced with angelic humming of her own, and the sweet piano notes that Dante would play to her every moment he was able.
“I’m sorry to say, but the shadows won’t do much of anything, Drillgore, at least not anymore.” Aphrodite spoke casually, before she whipped around and fired an arrow straight to where Drillgore was. The goddess smiled, “My offer still stands, you know. If you leave now, there won’t be anymore issue.”
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Vale braced herself for the impacts, but before either knives could touch her, an ornate, copper spear was sent into on of the attackers’ exposed side. The other was suddenly battered over the head with the end of a long, wooden pole arm tipped with a curved blade. Vale was surprised at first, but then that surprise became relief as she stood face to face with her fellow trainees. The one wielding the staff, Alexei, was a tall and slender teenage boy, with short wavy black hair laced with blue highlights. His eyes were of different color, with the left being yellow, and the right green. Freckles covered his cheeks and nose like a miniature galaxy, and his right arm was covered in similar Yakuza markings as both of Vale’s.
The one who carried the spear, Hayden, was shorter than both Vale and Alexei, but had the physique of a linebacker. His chin was chiseled and sharp, his eyes an intense dark brown, and his hair was long, straight, and chocolate brown in color. Hayden looked at Vale, “Sorry we’re late, Vale, we got a little caught up.”
“I noticed, thanks for the save, you two.” Vale responded.
“No problem,” Alexei said, before brandishing the front end of his staff, “let’s get these guys out of our house.”
“I told you that was a bad idea, Evron!” Dante chastised whilst he dodged and shattered enormous chunks of falling ice.
Evron, in the meantime, made a beeline for the falling Gigantis, also noting the remainder of his clones that had fallen in exploding in clouds of smoke before they hit the ground. “Maybe I got a bit carried away, no harm no foul!” He defended before turning his attention to Gigantis. “Get ready to be thrown!” With that, and no additional warning, Evron reached out to grab one of the warrior’s burly arms and completely slowed his momentum to a halt. Then, the ninja twisted around and hurled Gigantis towards Dante.
The Ninja Prime was ready and waiting. When their new ally was close enough, Dante flew to meet him, grabbed hold of the same arm, and threw him towards the patiently waiting Ubel.
Ubel decided to meet the warrior halfway, but instead of grabbing and throwing him out of the steadily sinking earth, he carried Gigantis towards the ceiling at supersonic speed. He looked over his shoulder to make sure both Evron and Dante were close behind, and saw that they were both right on his tail. He looked to Dante, “Break us outta here, big bro!” He shouted.
“I’m on it!” Dante replied. He sped quickly in front of all of them, kept increasing his speed until, when he slammed into the top, punched a hole straight through and dove out into the frozen desert once more. The rest followed shortly thereafter and landed far away from the sinkhole. Once they were clear, Dante, floating high above the calamity, reached a hand out and enveloped the hole with a massive amount of energy. The sunken area glowed in gold, and when Dante closed his fist, it slowly started to rise back up to its original position. The ground below quaked and rattled and groaned as a part of itself was manipulated. Finally, when it was back in place, Dante released his grip and allowed it to settle. While there were still massive cracks in the ground, the hole was otherwise covered back up, and whatever twisted hell that laid hidden below, returned to secrecy.
With a sigh, Dante descended to check on the others. “Is everyone alright?” He asked.
Ubel shot aa thumbs up, “All good hear.”
“Yeah, same.” Evron confirmed.
“Good, but we’ve definitely made ourselves known to everything here now.” Dante stated.
“Yeah, I wonder what, or who could’ve cause that?” Ubel threw an annoyed gaze at Evron.
Evron met his brother’s eyes with the cold, blank stare of his helmet, and scoffed. “Hey, those things are dead, aren’t they? And, you’re not any worse for wear, so what’s the big goddamn deal?”
“I dunno, Evron, maybe it’s the fact that you decided it was a good idea to unleash a crap ton of energy in a tiny space, drop us into an abyss, and almost got us trapped down there? No, that couldn’t be it. You know, for such a ‘master tactician’, that was pretty freaking amateur what you pulled back there.”
Evron got in his brother’s face, practically breathing up his neck. “I didn’t see you coming up with any bright ideas back there, big guy. Matter of fact, aside from killing a couple goblins, I didn’t see you doing jack shit. So, how’s about you stop fucking complaining and judging me on my actions, yeah?” He psychically threw back and reached to pat Ubel on the shoulder. “It doesn’t suit you.” Evron whispered dismissively.
Ubel’s eyes glowed darker, “Real ironic coming you, Evron.”
“If you’ve got something to say, little bro, then you better damn well say it-”
“Guys, that’s enough, from both of you.” Dante finally spoke and calmly yet firmly scolded them. “Arguing isn’t going to get us any closer to finding the Dragon Balls, and we’re already on a tight enough schedule as it is. Evron, I agree with Ubel, that was needlessly reckless and put our new ally at risk. We may have survived, sure, but what about Gigantis? We’re currently trying to do better at containing the destruction we cause, and what happened back there just didn’t really help with that. We all need to be considering that from now on.” Dante then turned to Ubel, “I know you’re frustrated, Ubel, and I get it, I do. But, we shouldn’t take that frustration out on each other, especially not now when teamwork is so vital. Either the two of you put this whole thing behind you and make up, or find somewhere safe to spar and get it out of your system. Just as long as you put an end to it.”
Ubel listened on to what Dante was saying, and when the latter finished, he nodded intently and his face softened. “You’re right, Em, I’m sorry about that, that was brash and insensitive of me.” Ubel calmly apologized and turned to Evron. “Sorry, Rube, I didn’t mean to get that frustrated at you, honest.”
Evron crossed his arms and was silent for a bit. But, finally he relented, rolling his eyes internally. “And I guess that I’m sorry for dropping an ice floor on us, but that’s all I’m giving you.” He jeered.
Ubel smiled, “That’s enough for me,” He mused and offered his hand, “we cool?”
Evron snorted and grabbed his hand, “We’re cool... After I whoop your ass in a sparring match.”
“You’re on.” Ubel winked.
Dante grinned proudly. Just what was he to do with them? In any case, he turned to the awaiting Gigantis and offered him a nod. “What’s the plan of action now? I can only imagine who or what now knows we’re here; we need to find that Dragon Ball and leave as soon as we’re able.”
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As Daeva recovered and got back on her feet, she was just in time to see Heather being whisked away through a portal and it closing shortly after.
“Dammit.” She murmured underneath her breath. As she turned to face the attacking Yakuza, Daeva’s ears perked up at the new information given by the being. Her eyes narrowed; her father had many generals throughout his reign, most of which were dispensable at a moment’s notice. However, there was one whom was consistently pretentious, woefully obnoxious, and an ever bigger bootlicker than the others. They were also the only one of Marise’s generals that also happened to be female, and worshipped him like he was some deity.
Daeva’s eyes glowed brightly when she finally put two and two together, before she smirked with amusement. “Shayatin, fancy that. It HAS been too long, hasn’t it?” She spoke into her opponent’s mind. “You look... Different, somehow. Did you do something to your hair?” She mused whilst conjuring her helmet and fixing it onto her head. “Well anyway, since you’re here... I guess I’d better get a little serious.”
Without another word, Daeva moved her feet shoulder length apart, turned her dominant foot towards Shayatin, and squatted into an offensive stance. She moved her hand over to her blade, and as soon as it touched the hilt, her Ultimate Technique erupted in place, fully charged and ready to be unleashed. Before she launched at Shayatin, the real Daeva suddenly came from behind the ex general and lashed out with her sword, tip first, straight along the side of Shayatin’s cheek, purposefully missing by mere centimeters.
“Over here!” Daeva shouted, now screaming in to attack the Yakuza’s left flank, but again, intentionally withdrew. Suddenly, the ninja stood inches away from Shayatin, her hand withdrawn to strike the light blue circle traced in front of her. Daeva’s palm struck the hollow shape at hypersonic speed, and torrential winds slammed and shredded into Shayatin. Quickly, Daeva’s Ki Storm carried the former for miles past the kingdom, before they finally ceased and disappeared.
Now with but a brief moment of respite, Daeva took note of Nichelle’s current state, but whilst peering off at the distance where Shayatin was. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Nichelle, but I need to be the one to handle this, yeah? Daeva spoke in a tone that was uncharacteristically serious and stern for her. “Shayatin used to be one of my Dad’s greatest generals, if not the greatest; her fighting prowess is second to none, barring me and my brothers. But, unlike us, mercy isn’t something she knows nor believes in. She is cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty without fault, and commands a level of focus from me that I can only get either alone, or when I’m fighting her with my brothers as a team.”
Daeva regarded the cyborg girl with a serious yet empathetic look. “Anger and rage won’t beat her, trust me, I’ve learned that the hard way. You’ve seen what she can do when she’s just toying with you... And that’ll be the last time she does. I need for you to help Aphrodite with Drillgore, okay? Make sure Cthlee and those are safe, please.” Before Daeva turned to head off in search of Shayatin, she paused for a moment. “Aphrodite’s got the main Drillgore taken care of, I suggest you find the little douchebag that’s trying to play boogeyman on whoever’s sleeping inside.”
With that, Daeva’s afterimage faded away from Nichelle’s view as the former herself pursued after Shayatin.
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Aphrodite’s rage had reached its boiling point. The amount of energy pouring from her body was insurmountable as she prepared to lash out at anything and everything in search of Drillgore. The music blaring in her skull didn’t help, and the bolt of Zeus was for certain no consolation either. The goddess of lightning wanted blood, and she would have his by any means necessary!
But, as she was just about to engulf the entirety of her surroundings in flames, a calm voice spoke into her ear. It was booming, mighty, and aggressive... Yet calming all the same. It was a voice that was all too familiar to her, and Aphrodite could instantly begin to feel her anger subside, her bloodlust cease, and her energy get control. She closed her eyes, relaxed her muscles, and simply listened.
“You must learn to control it, little one...” Hades spoke.
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Olympus, Underworld, 10 million years ago...
“Until we are able to find a way to free from its clutches forever, you must learn to tame the darkness hidden within you.” Hades advised one day, during one of Aphrodite’s daily visits. Today, her uncle had been in a fairly chipper mood, which was a rarity sometimes. Though, he never seemed to take out his frustrations and anger on neither her, nor the love of his life. For that matter, no one truly saw the rage of Hades regularly, except for Zeus, of which no one could deny it as ever coming out of left field.
Aphrodite sat with her feet dangling off Hades’ rocky throne, overlooking the eternal sea of the dead, a hauntingly beautiful place in some ways, whilst Hades was busy crafting something for Persephone. He had said that it was a special secret, of which no one could know about; he referred to it as his greatest creation.
“But why, uncle, why was I even given this curse to begin with?” Aphrodite asked, her voice timid and pained. It had only been mere hours before that she’d had another... Episode. An episode first triggered by yours truly, and now, everyone was scared of her; she could see it in their eyes.
Hades scoffed harshly, “Because, my dear, that was your father’s doing. He saw you as weak, helpless to ever be able to fend for yourself. He also wanted to see how his power would affect a child, whether or not it would kill them. And so, he bestowed his mark upon you.” Hades looked up from his work to gaze at the young goddess. “You were an experiment to him.” He stated matter-of-fact. “But thankfully, in a twisted sense, your body was able to accept the power as its own, on top of the abilities you were already born with... And you survived.”
Aphrodite knew that was her uncle’s way of consoling one, but it didn’t make her feel any better. She felt ashamed for losing control, defiled for her father’s decision to do such a thing, and angry because he selfishly left her with this corruption. She shook her head as tears began to form. “I hate him... I hate him with everything I have!” Aphrodite screamed.
Hades turned to look at her once more, before he set his project down and walked over to her. Kneeling down before her, the dark god took one finger to gently raise her drooped chin. “Do not say such a thing, little one.” He started gently.
Aphrodite sniffed and looked away, “But I do, I hate him more than anything else.”
Hades nodded, “Your father is not a fair god, nor is he a good person, that is true. But, I simply do not wish for you to carry that anger, that hatred towards him in your heart. You are a goddess of love, dear child; you shall bring people together, not fill their hearts with hatred and tear them apart.” The dark lord reached out and poked her chest, “This power you carry, this curse, it does not define who you are... Whom you shall grow up to be. Right now, it is only accessible through your anger, or from your father’s bolt as a catalyst. But, one day, until we are able to find a cure... You must learn to control it, to fight it, or else it will take control.”
Aphrodite’s gaze fell on her uncle’s intense one, and after a few moments of prolonged silence, she finally gave him a timid little nod.
“I will, I promise...”
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“Uncle Hades... Thank you.” Aphrodite murmured to herself, and when she opened her eyes, she found that her rampant power had subsided, her destructive fury in the name of killing Drillgore was gone. She looked down at her hand to find the bolt clutched in it.
“Your uncle was nothing more than a fool, an ignorant sycophant whose jealousy and rage cost him everything.” Zeus’s voice harshly spoke.
Aphrodite’s expression was serious, yet calm, and her voice back to its natural smoothness. “Uncle Hades was more of a father to me than you ever were, in both life, and now death. In fact, all of my uncles were, all of my cousins, my siblings, my aunts, my Mother... They all raised me into the woman that I am now, and you, father, were never a part of that... Nor will you ever be.”
Aphrodite grabbed the bolt with both hands and raised it up over her head.
“YOU INSOLENT CHILD! What do you think you are doing?! You will NEVER defeat him without ME! You shall pay dearly for this, I WILL NEVER DIE!!! YOUR TORMENT SHALL BE ETERNAL!!!"
Aphrodite paused, her hazel eyes staring out at nothing. “I’m saving my family, my friends... The love of my life, my own way. I should’ve done this a long, long time ago... Goodbye, father... May your soul one day find peace.” She stated, before she brought the bolt of Zeus down upon her knee, and snapped it in half. Not even seconds after, a huge conglomerate of lightning shot into the sky in one, continuous stream, filling the clouds with white.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
After several moments of this, the stream finally ended, and all that was left in its wake were two rusted, battered, and disheveled pieces of Olympian metal lying pitifully on the ground. Aphrodite stared them now with a feeling of weightlessness, as though her shoulders were finally freed from that burden. And whilst she knew the accursed power still laid within her, it would take a lot more effort for it to ever run free... At least until she found a cure, and she would.
Aphrodite reached for her bow and calmly kept her head on a swivel to look for Drillgore. The music in her head had stopped, the laughing and the voices ceased, with both now having been replaced with angelic humming of her own, and the sweet piano notes that Dante would play to her every moment he was able.
“I’m sorry to say, but the shadows won’t do much of anything, Drillgore, at least not anymore.” Aphrodite spoke casually, before she whipped around and fired an arrow straight to where Drillgore was. The goddess smiled, “My offer still stands, you know. If you leave now, there won’t be anymore issue.”
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Vale braced herself for the impacts, but before either knives could touch her, an ornate, copper spear was sent into on of the attackers’ exposed side. The other was suddenly battered over the head with the end of a long, wooden pole arm tipped with a curved blade. Vale was surprised at first, but then that surprise became relief as she stood face to face with her fellow trainees. The one wielding the staff, Alexei, was a tall and slender teenage boy, with short wavy black hair laced with blue highlights. His eyes were of different color, with the left being yellow, and the right green. Freckles covered his cheeks and nose like a miniature galaxy, and his right arm was covered in similar Yakuza markings as both of Vale’s.
The one who carried the spear, Hayden, was shorter than both Vale and Alexei, but had the physique of a linebacker. His chin was chiseled and sharp, his eyes an intense dark brown, and his hair was long, straight, and chocolate brown in color. Hayden looked at Vale, “Sorry we’re late, Vale, we got a little caught up.”
“I noticed, thanks for the save, you two.” Vale responded.
“No problem,” Alexei said, before brandishing the front end of his staff, “let’s get these guys out of our house.”
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
A genuine smile crossed Hades’ lips. He always had faith in his niece, but it was a joy to see how much she had grown.
“Well done Aphrodite.”
Hades’ hand shot to his mouth, his eyes opening from the shock of what he had just done..His heart had been so full of pride and longing that had spoken out with his mind without thinking.
The god cursed himself, how could he have made such a blunder. If she suspected that he was alive, she’d do anything to find him. Potentially putting herself into the path of Getter Emperor without knowing. Not wasting time, the Lord of the Dead teleported from the room, intending to talk with Black Noir on the matter.
As he went he hoped beyond hope, that his beloved niece would somehow not hear him.
“Well done Aphrodite.”
Hades’ hand shot to his mouth, his eyes opening from the shock of what he had just done..His heart had been so full of pride and longing that had spoken out with his mind without thinking.
The god cursed himself, how could he have made such a blunder. If she suspected that he was alive, she’d do anything to find him. Potentially putting herself into the path of Getter Emperor without knowing. Not wasting time, the Lord of the Dead teleported from the room, intending to talk with Black Noir on the matter.
As he went he hoped beyond hope, that his beloved niece would somehow not hear him.
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Drillgore let out a low chuckle at Aphrodite' struggles. Her eyes were so full of hatred! That was, until she stood still for a moment. Her posture relaxed, her eyes closed. Most importantly, he felt another presence inside her head. Something was pushing him away from it! He was somehow was losing control! Despite his attempts, was kicked out, leaving the cause unknown.. Very well then. He would just have to come up with another plan. He continued to stalk Aphrodite from the shadows. She was talking to something. But he couldn't make out what she was saying. He inched towards her to try listen in.
Her father? Zeus... That explains the rage.. As he prepared to impale her with his mini-drills, he was struck in the head from her bow! He was sent backwards, crashing into the wall. A large hiss escaped from his body. Various arms grew from his body to pull him out of the indented wall, and floated towards Aphrodite.
He couldn't seem to access her mind anymore, which was unfortunate. A new mouth grew around his neck, and began to speak. "Aphrodite, my demands also still stand. All that I request is that you hand over the Quatheral, and I'll let your people live. Now, let's be honest. It's not like they provide any sort of use for you. Bringing them on your journeys only increase their chances of dying." He raised his hand up to his forehead, pulling the arrow out. His wounds immediately sealing up.
"May I also request that whatever is in your head blocking out me to stop? I find it very unprofessional to be speaking like this."
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The copy of Drillgore continued on with his mission. Sneaking into the 35th resident's house. This should be enough to get the job done. He looked around in the room he was in. It seemed to be some sort of living room. The lights flickered due to his presence alone. He flipped over a table, searching for the resident. He could feel their presence. Oh, they were so scared. He moved into the next room, and the presence was stronger. It was just a child. He slowly turned his head to where they were. The sobbing started to get louder. It gave away their position! His finger grew out, moving aside down hastily placed cushions. The girl screamed out, but he quickly wrapped his fingers around her mouth and muffled her cried for help. He raised her up, slamming her head against the wall.
The urge to kill this little being was strong! But the plan must be put into action. Quite lucky. For now at least. White skin started to grow around the poor girl, encasing her head in white flesh. The skin started to spread, traveling down her body. Drillgore grew out another arm and grabbed hold of her legs. With an extreme amount of force, he tucked her knees into her chest. Drillgore needed make her form slightly smaller for the new skin to grow over her.
Not long after, the girl was entirely covered in white and black flesh. She was able to breath, but only for a bit. The mass of flesh started to reform itself, growing a head, a crooked arm and a few tendrils. The right side of it's body grew a drill arm. Another copy of Drillgore was made.
"It's ready."
The copy looked towards the castle of the Yakuza. He would need to speed things up. And just like before, another version crawled out from it's back. The third copy simply nodded before moving towards the castle...
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Drillgore's smile widened. "But I assume you aren't. So let's make this a bit more interesting, Dear Aphrodite."
Various Drillgore's burst out from the homes, soon floating down towards Aphrodite, gathering in a circle around her. The strange thing is that they weren't in a fighting stance at all, with their drill arms facing downwards.
"This will go much more smoothly if you just listen to me."
Her father? Zeus... That explains the rage.. As he prepared to impale her with his mini-drills, he was struck in the head from her bow! He was sent backwards, crashing into the wall. A large hiss escaped from his body. Various arms grew from his body to pull him out of the indented wall, and floated towards Aphrodite.
He couldn't seem to access her mind anymore, which was unfortunate. A new mouth grew around his neck, and began to speak. "Aphrodite, my demands also still stand. All that I request is that you hand over the Quatheral, and I'll let your people live. Now, let's be honest. It's not like they provide any sort of use for you. Bringing them on your journeys only increase their chances of dying." He raised his hand up to his forehead, pulling the arrow out. His wounds immediately sealing up.
"May I also request that whatever is in your head blocking out me to stop? I find it very unprofessional to be speaking like this."
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The copy of Drillgore continued on with his mission. Sneaking into the 35th resident's house. This should be enough to get the job done. He looked around in the room he was in. It seemed to be some sort of living room. The lights flickered due to his presence alone. He flipped over a table, searching for the resident. He could feel their presence. Oh, they were so scared. He moved into the next room, and the presence was stronger. It was just a child. He slowly turned his head to where they were. The sobbing started to get louder. It gave away their position! His finger grew out, moving aside down hastily placed cushions. The girl screamed out, but he quickly wrapped his fingers around her mouth and muffled her cried for help. He raised her up, slamming her head against the wall.
The urge to kill this little being was strong! But the plan must be put into action. Quite lucky. For now at least. White skin started to grow around the poor girl, encasing her head in white flesh. The skin started to spread, traveling down her body. Drillgore grew out another arm and grabbed hold of her legs. With an extreme amount of force, he tucked her knees into her chest. Drillgore needed make her form slightly smaller for the new skin to grow over her.
Not long after, the girl was entirely covered in white and black flesh. She was able to breath, but only for a bit. The mass of flesh started to reform itself, growing a head, a crooked arm and a few tendrils. The right side of it's body grew a drill arm. Another copy of Drillgore was made.
"It's ready."
The copy looked towards the castle of the Yakuza. He would need to speed things up. And just like before, another version crawled out from it's back. The third copy simply nodded before moving towards the castle...
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Drillgore's smile widened. "But I assume you aren't. So let's make this a bit more interesting, Dear Aphrodite."
Various Drillgore's burst out from the homes, soon floating down towards Aphrodite, gathering in a circle around her. The strange thing is that they weren't in a fighting stance at all, with their drill arms facing downwards.
"This will go much more smoothly if you just listen to me."
Current Quatheral Population: 600!
Current Quatheral's Perfected: 283!
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Current Quatheral's Perfected: 283!
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As Gigantis recovered from the intense experience that had just nearly claimed his life, leaning over to catch his breath, the massive saurian entity listened into the bickering between the two brothers. Were they always at each other's throats like this? That couldn't possibly make for a healthy home life... couldn't everyone just get along rather than always fighting all the time?
At Dante's inquiry, Gigantis pushed himself back to his full height and placed his sword on his pauldron, a thing layer of ice beginning to coat is normally crimson scales. "Well, given the unfathomable amount of noise that icequake probably made, those goblins are probably gonna attack us en masse the next time they find us. My best guess is that Hel's holding onto the Dragonball, so we gotta get to her palace. Though considering the icequake, she might not be so welcoming to visitors..."
Gigantis looked to the clouds, noting the storm's continued swirling. Usually they didn't last this long... something didn't seem right. Maybe the ninja's arrival had agitated the storm system or something?
Gigantis looked back to the ninjas, but before he could speak, he began to make out the shapes of two vaguely humanoid figures, each of them seemingly winged.
"Uhh... did you guys come with friends?" Gigantis asked the ninjas. "Because there's two flying fellows coming towards us that I'm pretty sure weren't here before."
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Even as untold amounts of the creatures were slain by the pirates, more still emerged from the walls and floor of the icy cavern. Those slain by conventional means of physical harm, such as those struck by the crew members in melee combat, simply began to snap their bodies back into shape and resume their mindless assault on the crew. In the back, some of the creatures began to reach into the cavern walls and produce these massive harpoons made of ice, before they began throwing them at the assembled party of raiders!
The Other focused his energy to discover the most straightforward route to the Dragonball. His channeled ki was somewhat disrupted by the strange energies of Niflheim, but by focusing entirely on his task, he was able to pierce the distracting veil and decipher a direct route. He discovered that the cavernous tunnels seemed to lead to where the Dragonball was, but it was an enormous network of winding tunnels that traveled hundreds of miles into the cavernous depths of the frozen hellscape. He could sense at the bottom a great, fetid swamp formed of primordial ooze, twisting roots as far as the eye could see, and a grand avian that watched over it...
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As the god and the angel flew over the icy landscape, Immanuel pointed towards the assembled group with his stave.
"There." Immanuel said to Mulek. "I believe that is Dante and his siblings. And it seems like they made a new ally as well."
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As Minos and Tyralus wandered through the frozen wasteland, the bodies of untold casualties littering the landscape, the quiet chattering of some strange spying entity could be heard, watching them through the swirling mists with ill intent...
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"I would much prefer not to die," Tengri said sternly to Drillgore's first statement. "After all, a kingdom without a king is at risk of usurpation. It would be wiser for one experienced in it such as yourself to manage to fluid first."
At Drillgore's second comment, Tengri pondered Quatheral's words. "She mentioned a desire to see twin entities. She said they only appear to one person and thus will be more difficult to locate. Otherwise, she offered little of use. She seemed preoccupied in protecting her existing creations and finding you."
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Looking up to the Mara's crystal, Sejanus nodded. "Of course. This power should be shared with all... it is exhilarating to wield this lack of inhibition. My crew members will appreciate this newfound freedom."
The Sheekh then turned and began to march towards his ship...
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"you needn't worry for her safety, Hades," an ominous voice hissed through the God of Death's mind, along with throughout all of Kadrath.
Above the dead planet, the tears in reality seemed to widen. The roiling thunder of the onyx void rung through space like a destructive bellow, as the skies above Kadrath suddenly filled with a massive cloud of inky blackness that stretched across the system. As the cloud approached the planet below, the "cloud's" true nature became revealed - it was not a cloud at all, but rather billions of strange, angular monsters descending upon their location!
"I am a timeless chorus that sings victory... everlasting," the voice boomed. "Join your voice with mine, and you shall know peace and salvation..."
The cloud let out a collective, furious bellow, before the swarm descended upon Kadrath, intent on destroying it...
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"Your words will not deter us, sentinel," Yzazil spoke in response to the entity that haunted these halls. "But answer my inquiry - what is this other creature you say lurks within this place?"
After a few minutes of walking, the group soon arrived in the mangled mess hall. The prying eyes of the cameras did not go unnoticed by Yzazil.
"Check that locked door," Yzazil said to Hevar as he drew his sword. "Korraz and I will be right behind you."
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A hand rose up from the crater formed from Shayatin's landing, as the fallen Yakuza pushed herself up from the surrounding destruction. Her armor was nearly burnt completely off from Nichelle's destructive flames, exposing her blackened flesh and half-rotten bones that lay beneath. Other sections had been torn off by Daeva's devastating eruption of energy, giving the former Yakuza a nightmarish appearance as she rose from the crater. The armor seemed to rapidly begin to regenerate, however, returning to its original appearance in a matter of moments. Smoke still rose from her body, but with the source of the heat gone, it soon began to dissipate.
Seeing the approaching form of Daeva, Shayatin shot up from the crater to greet her, weapons in hand. Deciding to hang back in response to her move, Shayatin allowed Daeva to take the offensive. After all, Shayatin had already seen her seemingly preferred method of attack... she would just need to keep track of Daeva's location. On cue, Daeva darted in. Shayatin knew better, however - this was but another after-image of the legendarily fast ninja. The fallen yakuza made sure to keep her senses trained on the true Daeva, though ever alert to maintain the illusion of her overconfidence.
As the true Daeva came in for a punishing blow from her side, Shayatin suddenly whirled around and struck the ninja in her arm with her heavy mace! A painful crack filled the air as the jagged spikes of the cudgel dug into her armor, crushing it and causing the yakuza to drop her blade! In a returning motion, Shayatin brought her hook-like sword up into Daeva's lower abdomen, stabbing the bladed instrument deep into her body and drawing blood and causing the immeidate area to become blackened and infected!
Using the momentum of her strike, Shayatin spun in the air, the momentum causing Daeva to be ripped messily off of Shayatin's hook sword an hurled full force into the earth below! A thunderous BOOM resonated upon Daeva's impact with the earth, shattering the ground and causing a powerful tremor to rock the immediate area. A plume of dust and debris was flung hundreds of feet into the air, causing the moonlight to become blotted out as it mingled with the smoke and ash from Aphrodite's battle with Drillgore.
Flicking her wrist to clean her blade of Daeva's blood, Shayatin landed next to the recovering form of Daeva in a second plume of dust, before she glared down dismissively at the youngest ninja. "Disappointing. I expected you to have learned more since my departure besides speed."
A tendril extended from Shayatin's body, before she attempted to impale it through Daeva's neck...
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The two entities assailed snarled in pain from the attacks. The one struck by the spear rolled around on the floor in pain, even as its wounds began to heal up, while the one struck in the head with the blade staggered about in a disoriented manner, attempting to get its bearings. Angry at the failure of its allies, the creature wrapped in Vale's whip violently ripped its leg free from the barbed weapon, leaving a series of horrid cuts along the appendage.
"Hey, you layabouts! How about you join the fray?!" The being yelled to the seemingly empty room.
Shuffling from the darkness, another twelve of the creatures emerged, each of them brandishing similarly designed blades and armor, before they each moved in to attack the yakuza, hoping to overwhelm them through sheer numbers...
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Gaoh immediately relinquished his grip after being impaled on Godzilla's spines and being smashed into the surface of the lunar body. With a pained whimper, the lupine beast pushed himself off of Godzilla's body, sliding feet first against the surface of the moon before coming to a stop. Blood dripped profusely from the Fanged Beast King's body, and he nearly buckled under his own weight from the pain. The creature... it was immensely powerful. More powerful than he had ever anticipated...
Gaoh would have to rely on his speed rather than his direct power in that case.
Digging his jaws into the surface of the moon, Gaoh ripped up a massive chunk of earth and flung it at Godzilla, before dashing at incredible speeds to Godzilla's flank, aiming to take a swipe at the Behemoth's thigh with his claws...
At Dante's inquiry, Gigantis pushed himself back to his full height and placed his sword on his pauldron, a thing layer of ice beginning to coat is normally crimson scales. "Well, given the unfathomable amount of noise that icequake probably made, those goblins are probably gonna attack us en masse the next time they find us. My best guess is that Hel's holding onto the Dragonball, so we gotta get to her palace. Though considering the icequake, she might not be so welcoming to visitors..."
Gigantis looked to the clouds, noting the storm's continued swirling. Usually they didn't last this long... something didn't seem right. Maybe the ninja's arrival had agitated the storm system or something?
Gigantis looked back to the ninjas, but before he could speak, he began to make out the shapes of two vaguely humanoid figures, each of them seemingly winged.
"Uhh... did you guys come with friends?" Gigantis asked the ninjas. "Because there's two flying fellows coming towards us that I'm pretty sure weren't here before."
-----
Even as untold amounts of the creatures were slain by the pirates, more still emerged from the walls and floor of the icy cavern. Those slain by conventional means of physical harm, such as those struck by the crew members in melee combat, simply began to snap their bodies back into shape and resume their mindless assault on the crew. In the back, some of the creatures began to reach into the cavern walls and produce these massive harpoons made of ice, before they began throwing them at the assembled party of raiders!
The Other focused his energy to discover the most straightforward route to the Dragonball. His channeled ki was somewhat disrupted by the strange energies of Niflheim, but by focusing entirely on his task, he was able to pierce the distracting veil and decipher a direct route. He discovered that the cavernous tunnels seemed to lead to where the Dragonball was, but it was an enormous network of winding tunnels that traveled hundreds of miles into the cavernous depths of the frozen hellscape. He could sense at the bottom a great, fetid swamp formed of primordial ooze, twisting roots as far as the eye could see, and a grand avian that watched over it...
-----
As the god and the angel flew over the icy landscape, Immanuel pointed towards the assembled group with his stave.
"There." Immanuel said to Mulek. "I believe that is Dante and his siblings. And it seems like they made a new ally as well."
-----
As Minos and Tyralus wandered through the frozen wasteland, the bodies of untold casualties littering the landscape, the quiet chattering of some strange spying entity could be heard, watching them through the swirling mists with ill intent...
____________________________________
"I would much prefer not to die," Tengri said sternly to Drillgore's first statement. "After all, a kingdom without a king is at risk of usurpation. It would be wiser for one experienced in it such as yourself to manage to fluid first."
At Drillgore's second comment, Tengri pondered Quatheral's words. "She mentioned a desire to see twin entities. She said they only appear to one person and thus will be more difficult to locate. Otherwise, she offered little of use. She seemed preoccupied in protecting her existing creations and finding you."
____________________________________
Looking up to the Mara's crystal, Sejanus nodded. "Of course. This power should be shared with all... it is exhilarating to wield this lack of inhibition. My crew members will appreciate this newfound freedom."
The Sheekh then turned and began to march towards his ship...
____________________________________
"you needn't worry for her safety, Hades," an ominous voice hissed through the God of Death's mind, along with throughout all of Kadrath.
Above the dead planet, the tears in reality seemed to widen. The roiling thunder of the onyx void rung through space like a destructive bellow, as the skies above Kadrath suddenly filled with a massive cloud of inky blackness that stretched across the system. As the cloud approached the planet below, the "cloud's" true nature became revealed - it was not a cloud at all, but rather billions of strange, angular monsters descending upon their location!
"I am a timeless chorus that sings victory... everlasting," the voice boomed. "Join your voice with mine, and you shall know peace and salvation..."
The cloud let out a collective, furious bellow, before the swarm descended upon Kadrath, intent on destroying it...
____________________________________
"Your words will not deter us, sentinel," Yzazil spoke in response to the entity that haunted these halls. "But answer my inquiry - what is this other creature you say lurks within this place?"
After a few minutes of walking, the group soon arrived in the mangled mess hall. The prying eyes of the cameras did not go unnoticed by Yzazil.
"Check that locked door," Yzazil said to Hevar as he drew his sword. "Korraz and I will be right behind you."
____________________________________
A hand rose up from the crater formed from Shayatin's landing, as the fallen Yakuza pushed herself up from the surrounding destruction. Her armor was nearly burnt completely off from Nichelle's destructive flames, exposing her blackened flesh and half-rotten bones that lay beneath. Other sections had been torn off by Daeva's devastating eruption of energy, giving the former Yakuza a nightmarish appearance as she rose from the crater. The armor seemed to rapidly begin to regenerate, however, returning to its original appearance in a matter of moments. Smoke still rose from her body, but with the source of the heat gone, it soon began to dissipate.
Seeing the approaching form of Daeva, Shayatin shot up from the crater to greet her, weapons in hand. Deciding to hang back in response to her move, Shayatin allowed Daeva to take the offensive. After all, Shayatin had already seen her seemingly preferred method of attack... she would just need to keep track of Daeva's location. On cue, Daeva darted in. Shayatin knew better, however - this was but another after-image of the legendarily fast ninja. The fallen yakuza made sure to keep her senses trained on the true Daeva, though ever alert to maintain the illusion of her overconfidence.
As the true Daeva came in for a punishing blow from her side, Shayatin suddenly whirled around and struck the ninja in her arm with her heavy mace! A painful crack filled the air as the jagged spikes of the cudgel dug into her armor, crushing it and causing the yakuza to drop her blade! In a returning motion, Shayatin brought her hook-like sword up into Daeva's lower abdomen, stabbing the bladed instrument deep into her body and drawing blood and causing the immeidate area to become blackened and infected!
Using the momentum of her strike, Shayatin spun in the air, the momentum causing Daeva to be ripped messily off of Shayatin's hook sword an hurled full force into the earth below! A thunderous BOOM resonated upon Daeva's impact with the earth, shattering the ground and causing a powerful tremor to rock the immediate area. A plume of dust and debris was flung hundreds of feet into the air, causing the moonlight to become blotted out as it mingled with the smoke and ash from Aphrodite's battle with Drillgore.
Flicking her wrist to clean her blade of Daeva's blood, Shayatin landed next to the recovering form of Daeva in a second plume of dust, before she glared down dismissively at the youngest ninja. "Disappointing. I expected you to have learned more since my departure besides speed."
A tendril extended from Shayatin's body, before she attempted to impale it through Daeva's neck...
-----
The two entities assailed snarled in pain from the attacks. The one struck by the spear rolled around on the floor in pain, even as its wounds began to heal up, while the one struck in the head with the blade staggered about in a disoriented manner, attempting to get its bearings. Angry at the failure of its allies, the creature wrapped in Vale's whip violently ripped its leg free from the barbed weapon, leaving a series of horrid cuts along the appendage.
"Hey, you layabouts! How about you join the fray?!" The being yelled to the seemingly empty room.
Shuffling from the darkness, another twelve of the creatures emerged, each of them brandishing similarly designed blades and armor, before they each moved in to attack the yakuza, hoping to overwhelm them through sheer numbers...
____________________________________
Gaoh immediately relinquished his grip after being impaled on Godzilla's spines and being smashed into the surface of the lunar body. With a pained whimper, the lupine beast pushed himself off of Godzilla's body, sliding feet first against the surface of the moon before coming to a stop. Blood dripped profusely from the Fanged Beast King's body, and he nearly buckled under his own weight from the pain. The creature... it was immensely powerful. More powerful than he had ever anticipated...
Gaoh would have to rely on his speed rather than his direct power in that case.
Digging his jaws into the surface of the moon, Gaoh ripped up a massive chunk of earth and flung it at Godzilla, before dashing at incredible speeds to Godzilla's flank, aiming to take a swipe at the Behemoth's thigh with his claws...
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
Dante's eyebrow raised, and he followed the warrior's gaze to the sky. In an instant, he recognized the familiar shapes of both Immanuel and Mulek. The ninja threw his hand up and waved them down. "Oh yeah, those are two of our allies! One's an angel, the other a god. Hey, Mulek, Immanuel, down here!" Dante called.
"How did they manage to find us?" Ubel asked.
"Crigan must've told them." Evron replied with a shrug. "Whatever, the more help we have, the faster we can find the Dragonball and blow this realm."
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Daeva was silent this time around, with not a sarcastic quip nor comeback in sight to counter Shayatin's disdainful remark. Instead, she rolled clear of the tendril and launched herself in the air. The ninja came down and wrapped her legs around Shayatin's neck, before she proceeded to pound her cranium with a flurry of punches. The force of which sent the two warriors deeper and deeper in the ground, until Daeva relented, tightened her grip around the Yakuza's armored neck, and twisted up to slam her in the earth.
When Daeva stood back up, she felt a sharp pain strike her stomach. As she bent over to look, her eyes widened. Somehow, Shayatin had infected a part of her skin, noted by the black starfish mass stretched across it. That was a new one, where had she acquired this ability from? Daeva’s brow beaded with sweat, and her jaw grew taught as she focused on healing the wound as quickly as possible. Soon, a wave of relief washed over her body once the ghastly injury closed shut. The ninja whistled to herself and peered down at Shayatin.
“New trick, huh? Whose intergalactic pants did you have to get into to get it? Just kidding, I don’t care, nor wanna know.” Daeva stated before her eyes flashed bright, creating a portal on the ground mere feet away from the corrupted general. “I did forget how fast you adapted to things, though. Looks like I’m just gonna have you keep you on your toes.” With that, Daeva sent Shayatin tumbling into the vortex and jumped in after her.
Seconds later, another portal opened up high above the ninja realm, and Daeva exploded out of it now sat with her knees dug in Shayatin’s chest. She pounded her face with a whirlwind of punches, then flipped off, came down like a meteor, and planted both feet into the Yakuza. Before she crashed, Daeva was now stood below her, threw a hand out, and sent a hyper tornado rampaging towards Shayatin.
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Aphrodite defensively pointed her arrow at the horde of Drillgore clones surrounding her. While they were not attacking currently, she wasn’t taking any chances either. For now, they merely stared with empty, soulless eyes at her, almost as if they weren’t even alive to begin with. When Aphrodite thought she saw one suddenly move, she turned on a dime and was a split second away from firing, when something stopped her. She didn’t know what it was at first, but her subconscious was warning her that something was amiss. This situation didn’t feel right, almost like a trap. And, with Drillgore in control of these puppets, it was easy to feel suspicious. What WAS it though, exactly? What was the secret, the key component that caused this to feel less like a fight, and more like a carefully crafted setup.
That was when Aphrodite’s eyes widened with revelation, and she spun in a wide circle to study these clones properly. It wasn’t just a coincidence that these clones of Drillgore’s came out of several Yakuza homes, and it also wasn’t coincidence that they were mostly all different heights and builds, although the abominable Quatheral had done a good job of masking such. These clones, these copies... They were all Yakuza. Aphrodite’s friends and loved ones... They were inside of those husks. Aphrodite’s face darkened before she leaped out of the disturbing friendship circle, and landed behind the conglomerate. She lowered her bow, but still held it at the ready if things were to escalate.
“Hey, can you any of you here me in there? Are you guys still in there?” Aphrodite called out. “If you can here me, I’m gonna get you all out of there, I promise!”
She then turned to cast a glare at Drillgore, “What have you done to them?”
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The attackers were halted in their tracks when Vale dealt them an area of denial by casting a mini ice plume, pushing them away and burning their flesh from the intense cold. Now that they were given room the breathe, Vale charged down the warrior who escaped her clutches.
“Attack!” She yelled. The adolescent fighter imbued her whip with her frost Ki, and lashed out to strike him with quick and powerful whips to the exposed areas of his body. Then, Vale threw her weapon out, wrapped it tight around his neck, and pulled tight to choke him.
Alexei used the long length of his staff to batter and jab his opponents brutally, while staying back out of harm’s way at the same time. Then, the tattoo on his arm glowed orange, before raging flames sprouted forth and encapsulated its entirety. With his staff in one arm, and his other powered up, Alexei hit the intruders hard and mercilessly with searing heat.
Hayden roared with adrenaline flowing through his veins, unafraid of the foolish entities that dared to attack their home! He charged one, wrapped his meaty arms around their waist, and bowled them over like a bear. Then, Hayden pinned their arms firmly with his knees, grabbed his spear, and raised it high enough tp thrust it deep in their chest!
"How did they manage to find us?" Ubel asked.
"Crigan must've told them." Evron replied with a shrug. "Whatever, the more help we have, the faster we can find the Dragonball and blow this realm."
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Daeva was silent this time around, with not a sarcastic quip nor comeback in sight to counter Shayatin's disdainful remark. Instead, she rolled clear of the tendril and launched herself in the air. The ninja came down and wrapped her legs around Shayatin's neck, before she proceeded to pound her cranium with a flurry of punches. The force of which sent the two warriors deeper and deeper in the ground, until Daeva relented, tightened her grip around the Yakuza's armored neck, and twisted up to slam her in the earth.
When Daeva stood back up, she felt a sharp pain strike her stomach. As she bent over to look, her eyes widened. Somehow, Shayatin had infected a part of her skin, noted by the black starfish mass stretched across it. That was a new one, where had she acquired this ability from? Daeva’s brow beaded with sweat, and her jaw grew taught as she focused on healing the wound as quickly as possible. Soon, a wave of relief washed over her body once the ghastly injury closed shut. The ninja whistled to herself and peered down at Shayatin.
“New trick, huh? Whose intergalactic pants did you have to get into to get it? Just kidding, I don’t care, nor wanna know.” Daeva stated before her eyes flashed bright, creating a portal on the ground mere feet away from the corrupted general. “I did forget how fast you adapted to things, though. Looks like I’m just gonna have you keep you on your toes.” With that, Daeva sent Shayatin tumbling into the vortex and jumped in after her.
Seconds later, another portal opened up high above the ninja realm, and Daeva exploded out of it now sat with her knees dug in Shayatin’s chest. She pounded her face with a whirlwind of punches, then flipped off, came down like a meteor, and planted both feet into the Yakuza. Before she crashed, Daeva was now stood below her, threw a hand out, and sent a hyper tornado rampaging towards Shayatin.
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Aphrodite defensively pointed her arrow at the horde of Drillgore clones surrounding her. While they were not attacking currently, she wasn’t taking any chances either. For now, they merely stared with empty, soulless eyes at her, almost as if they weren’t even alive to begin with. When Aphrodite thought she saw one suddenly move, she turned on a dime and was a split second away from firing, when something stopped her. She didn’t know what it was at first, but her subconscious was warning her that something was amiss. This situation didn’t feel right, almost like a trap. And, with Drillgore in control of these puppets, it was easy to feel suspicious. What WAS it though, exactly? What was the secret, the key component that caused this to feel less like a fight, and more like a carefully crafted setup.
That was when Aphrodite’s eyes widened with revelation, and she spun in a wide circle to study these clones properly. It wasn’t just a coincidence that these clones of Drillgore’s came out of several Yakuza homes, and it also wasn’t coincidence that they were mostly all different heights and builds, although the abominable Quatheral had done a good job of masking such. These clones, these copies... They were all Yakuza. Aphrodite’s friends and loved ones... They were inside of those husks. Aphrodite’s face darkened before she leaped out of the disturbing friendship circle, and landed behind the conglomerate. She lowered her bow, but still held it at the ready if things were to escalate.
“Hey, can you any of you here me in there? Are you guys still in there?” Aphrodite called out. “If you can here me, I’m gonna get you all out of there, I promise!”
She then turned to cast a glare at Drillgore, “What have you done to them?”
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The attackers were halted in their tracks when Vale dealt them an area of denial by casting a mini ice plume, pushing them away and burning their flesh from the intense cold. Now that they were given room the breathe, Vale charged down the warrior who escaped her clutches.
“Attack!” She yelled. The adolescent fighter imbued her whip with her frost Ki, and lashed out to strike him with quick and powerful whips to the exposed areas of his body. Then, Vale threw her weapon out, wrapped it tight around his neck, and pulled tight to choke him.
Alexei used the long length of his staff to batter and jab his opponents brutally, while staying back out of harm’s way at the same time. Then, the tattoo on his arm glowed orange, before raging flames sprouted forth and encapsulated its entirety. With his staff in one arm, and his other powered up, Alexei hit the intruders hard and mercilessly with searing heat.
Hayden roared with adrenaline flowing through his veins, unafraid of the foolish entities that dared to attack their home! He charged one, wrapped his meaty arms around their waist, and bowled them over like a bear. Then, Hayden pinned their arms firmly with his knees, grabbed his spear, and raised it high enough tp thrust it deep in their chest!
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Mulek grinned as she descended down toward Dante and the others. "That's right, we're here to offer you help... and get away from a big bad black hole monster." That last bit she sheepishly admitted, before she cleared her throat. "Though, Crigan didn't send us here.It was more my choice following Cercil's orders."
She looked around at the surrounding landscape and shivered despite the aura around her. "What is this hideous place? Cold, dank, and filthy. What a place for the Dragon Ball to be in."
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"So many corpses around, so little time." Tyralus purred as he observed the carcasses frozen in the snow. "All frozen, alas. Remind me to drag these back to be heated up-"
He stopped. He heard growling, from Minos. He turned, and looked down at the masked warrior. She was staring into the mist, with both scythes drawn. Her muscles were tense, and her body low.
"Ah, I see... we're being watched." The giant reptile mused. He then called out, "To those watching, reveal yourselves. You stand before two of the greatest warriors of Sheol. I alone hold the blood of millions in my claws, and unless you wish to join them, reveal yourselves and what this place is."
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Cercil stepped back. There was something about this Blubury, something that seemed... OFF. She couldn't tell what it was, but it was something about her soul. Normally, an angel like her would be able to see and observe the souls of others perfectly, as her kind were the original harvester of souls, before the Death Knights of the Abyss were made as competition. Yet, her weakened state meant she couldn't tell what exactly was off about this Blubury.
If only Castela were here. The Ruler of the Netherworld was far more skilled with souls than she. She had far more experience than Cercil did, yet... she had to replace her all these years, and still she couldn't hold a candle to her sister angel. She was but a servant of the Creator, a caretaker of the temple of worship, and now Ruler of Makai for Lord Lucifer's demand. She had no business observing and caring for souls...
A flicker of pink. For but a moment, Cercil thought she saw it, a ghostly frame walk behind Blubury, with short pink hair and a torn blue dress. Was... .Was that...
She blinked. The frame was gone. Just a memory. A hollow memory of the past. Nothing more.
She shook her head. "So it would seem..." Cercil said. The insecurity of Makai... perhaps that was also due to her weakness, being Miyoshi's playtoy and a slave within her own mind. It hurt her just to think that, but it was the truth. "In that case, take what sample you may find here and leave. This realm has no need for scientists or visitors."
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"YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
The walls around Yzazil came to life, as wires and cables shot out and wrapped around the God of Judgement. Electrical surges from the cables flared to life and Yzazil felt tens of thousands of volts course through him.
More cables flew toward Korraz and Hevar, but they were turned to molten slag by the hellfire barrier the Whisper Demon conjured. "I think we pissed off our little spy monster." Hevar send the flames in all directions, washing away the cables where she could.
A jagged piece of metal rose and struck her in the chest. Hevar didn't have time to react to it, and she was sent sprawling to the ground. More of the floor and walls of the station came to life and surged toward Korraz, to crush and squeeze her into a pulp...
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Nichelle wanted to stay and beat down the monster who had kidnapped Heather. Every fiber of her body told her to stay and fight. Yet, her brain and heart told her otherwise. There was nothing she could do, not against this Yakuza. Daeva had her covered, and she was needed elsewhere...
To give this rescue over to someone else... it stung, but it had to be this way. She would only get in the way.
With red tears down her face and her teeth gritted, Nichelle bolted away, back into the building, in pursuit of Drillgore.
They were in cahoots, they HAD to be in cahoots! Her blades surged with draconic flames as she homed in on Drillgore's energy. This time, the freak wouldn't get away! He would pay for what he allowed to happen! HE WOULD PAAAY!
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What... the hell... was she up against?!
Persephone's throat was being crushed in Alabaster's vice like grip. Her neck vertebrae were cracking and threatening to be turned to dust under the monstrous grip of the Advisor, no, of whatever the THING before her was. Her nails dug trenches into Persephone's neck, and black blood dripped down upon Alabaster's hand and was soaked into her skin. Alabaster's grin simply grew wider as her grip tightened.
"You know, I've always heard about dropping the baby, but maybe I choked the baby too hard. Maybe that's why you became this way, Persy..." Alabaster chuckled. "Maybe if I choke you harder, it will set you straight-"
"CHOKE... ON... THIS!"
Persephone's skin hardened, and jagged ice erupted from her body and stabbed into Alabaster's hands and arm. One large shard went right into her neck, and Alabaster's eyes widened from the sudden strike. She let go, and Persephone dropped to the ground. She could breath again, but barely. She could see that Alabaster was paralyzed in shock from the icicle in her throat, and that was the time she needed.
The moisture in the air, the other icicles reformed into a giant ice hammer in her hands, and the Lord of Sheol swung it with all her might at Alabaster's skull...
Only for it to phase through a mirage. A fake.
"After. Image."
Alabaster's knee came up between Persephone's legs and struck her groin. Pain shot through Persephone's body, and she teetered forward, desperate to keep herself on her feet. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Why did it... hurt so much?!
She tried to lash back out with her hammer through the pain, but her swings never hit home. Nothing connected. Each time it seemed to strike Alabaster, it simply phased through and revealed an after image, a fake.
"GODDAMN YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Persephone snapped. Her veins were boiling, and the grip on her hammer tensed. "I AM YOUR RULER! NOT YOUR CHILD!"
"But it's just too much fun treating you like a kid. After all, you're only playing adult, and you're still just a kid deep down."
Powerful hands wrapped around from behind, and gripped her breasts. The nails dug between them and began to rip apart the skin and muscle. They stabbed into her ribs, and Persephone felt them strain from the pressure. The pain never ended, it was overwhelming, overbearing. "And you still only have the figure of one. You need more proper children clothing."
Alabaster tore her hands apart, and Persephone felt not just her clothes, but her entire body be torn off. It was as if her ols self had been but a costume, and Alabaster had ripped it off for the real Persephone beneath. She felt smaller, and saw there were now glasses on her face, and felt braces on her teeth. She was in a polka dot bear dress.
She had been turned back into a child by her own mother, who now towered above her.
"That's more like it. That's how i remember you best, my child." Alabaster's smile grew ever wider. "A far better look than that edgy overbearing armor."
Persephone was consumed with rage and embarrassment. She... She was being toyed with. Treated like a rag doll before this abomination in human form. Powerless, weak...
A child on the verge of crying for help.
NEVER AGAIN!
"QUIT FUCKING WITH ME!" The Lord of Sheol screamed. Her right hand began to.glow a crimson hue as red claws formed over her nails, and her left hand blazed with an azure light. She swung both of them down into Alabaster with every fiber of her rage and anger, the very power of the gods as her own...
She looked around at the surrounding landscape and shivered despite the aura around her. "What is this hideous place? Cold, dank, and filthy. What a place for the Dragon Ball to be in."
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"So many corpses around, so little time." Tyralus purred as he observed the carcasses frozen in the snow. "All frozen, alas. Remind me to drag these back to be heated up-"
He stopped. He heard growling, from Minos. He turned, and looked down at the masked warrior. She was staring into the mist, with both scythes drawn. Her muscles were tense, and her body low.
"Ah, I see... we're being watched." The giant reptile mused. He then called out, "To those watching, reveal yourselves. You stand before two of the greatest warriors of Sheol. I alone hold the blood of millions in my claws, and unless you wish to join them, reveal yourselves and what this place is."
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Cercil stepped back. There was something about this Blubury, something that seemed... OFF. She couldn't tell what it was, but it was something about her soul. Normally, an angel like her would be able to see and observe the souls of others perfectly, as her kind were the original harvester of souls, before the Death Knights of the Abyss were made as competition. Yet, her weakened state meant she couldn't tell what exactly was off about this Blubury.
If only Castela were here. The Ruler of the Netherworld was far more skilled with souls than she. She had far more experience than Cercil did, yet... she had to replace her all these years, and still she couldn't hold a candle to her sister angel. She was but a servant of the Creator, a caretaker of the temple of worship, and now Ruler of Makai for Lord Lucifer's demand. She had no business observing and caring for souls...
A flicker of pink. For but a moment, Cercil thought she saw it, a ghostly frame walk behind Blubury, with short pink hair and a torn blue dress. Was... .Was that...
She blinked. The frame was gone. Just a memory. A hollow memory of the past. Nothing more.
She shook her head. "So it would seem..." Cercil said. The insecurity of Makai... perhaps that was also due to her weakness, being Miyoshi's playtoy and a slave within her own mind. It hurt her just to think that, but it was the truth. "In that case, take what sample you may find here and leave. This realm has no need for scientists or visitors."
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"YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
The walls around Yzazil came to life, as wires and cables shot out and wrapped around the God of Judgement. Electrical surges from the cables flared to life and Yzazil felt tens of thousands of volts course through him.
More cables flew toward Korraz and Hevar, but they were turned to molten slag by the hellfire barrier the Whisper Demon conjured. "I think we pissed off our little spy monster." Hevar send the flames in all directions, washing away the cables where she could.
A jagged piece of metal rose and struck her in the chest. Hevar didn't have time to react to it, and she was sent sprawling to the ground. More of the floor and walls of the station came to life and surged toward Korraz, to crush and squeeze her into a pulp...
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Nichelle wanted to stay and beat down the monster who had kidnapped Heather. Every fiber of her body told her to stay and fight. Yet, her brain and heart told her otherwise. There was nothing she could do, not against this Yakuza. Daeva had her covered, and she was needed elsewhere...
To give this rescue over to someone else... it stung, but it had to be this way. She would only get in the way.
With red tears down her face and her teeth gritted, Nichelle bolted away, back into the building, in pursuit of Drillgore.
They were in cahoots, they HAD to be in cahoots! Her blades surged with draconic flames as she homed in on Drillgore's energy. This time, the freak wouldn't get away! He would pay for what he allowed to happen! HE WOULD PAAAY!
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What... the hell... was she up against?!
Persephone's throat was being crushed in Alabaster's vice like grip. Her neck vertebrae were cracking and threatening to be turned to dust under the monstrous grip of the Advisor, no, of whatever the THING before her was. Her nails dug trenches into Persephone's neck, and black blood dripped down upon Alabaster's hand and was soaked into her skin. Alabaster's grin simply grew wider as her grip tightened.
"You know, I've always heard about dropping the baby, but maybe I choked the baby too hard. Maybe that's why you became this way, Persy..." Alabaster chuckled. "Maybe if I choke you harder, it will set you straight-"
"CHOKE... ON... THIS!"
Persephone's skin hardened, and jagged ice erupted from her body and stabbed into Alabaster's hands and arm. One large shard went right into her neck, and Alabaster's eyes widened from the sudden strike. She let go, and Persephone dropped to the ground. She could breath again, but barely. She could see that Alabaster was paralyzed in shock from the icicle in her throat, and that was the time she needed.
The moisture in the air, the other icicles reformed into a giant ice hammer in her hands, and the Lord of Sheol swung it with all her might at Alabaster's skull...
Only for it to phase through a mirage. A fake.
"After. Image."
Alabaster's knee came up between Persephone's legs and struck her groin. Pain shot through Persephone's body, and she teetered forward, desperate to keep herself on her feet. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Why did it... hurt so much?!
She tried to lash back out with her hammer through the pain, but her swings never hit home. Nothing connected. Each time it seemed to strike Alabaster, it simply phased through and revealed an after image, a fake.
"GODDAMN YOU! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Persephone snapped. Her veins were boiling, and the grip on her hammer tensed. "I AM YOUR RULER! NOT YOUR CHILD!"
"But it's just too much fun treating you like a kid. After all, you're only playing adult, and you're still just a kid deep down."
Powerful hands wrapped around from behind, and gripped her breasts. The nails dug between them and began to rip apart the skin and muscle. They stabbed into her ribs, and Persephone felt them strain from the pressure. The pain never ended, it was overwhelming, overbearing. "And you still only have the figure of one. You need more proper children clothing."
Alabaster tore her hands apart, and Persephone felt not just her clothes, but her entire body be torn off. It was as if her ols self had been but a costume, and Alabaster had ripped it off for the real Persephone beneath. She felt smaller, and saw there were now glasses on her face, and felt braces on her teeth. She was in a polka dot bear dress.
She had been turned back into a child by her own mother, who now towered above her.
"That's more like it. That's how i remember you best, my child." Alabaster's smile grew ever wider. "A far better look than that edgy overbearing armor."
Persephone was consumed with rage and embarrassment. She... She was being toyed with. Treated like a rag doll before this abomination in human form. Powerless, weak...
A child on the verge of crying for help.
NEVER AGAIN!
"QUIT FUCKING WITH ME!" The Lord of Sheol screamed. Her right hand began to.glow a crimson hue as red claws formed over her nails, and her left hand blazed with an azure light. She swung both of them down into Alabaster with every fiber of her rage and anger, the very power of the gods as her own...
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
Cthelee and company were absolutely terrified. As if the threat of Drillgore wasn't enough, another intruder made it's way into the castle! Cthelee covered both Fiotto and Ishome with his wings. Parts of Fiotto's circuits were glowing due to the darkness. The group continued to remain silent as the battles outside continued. Even as they heard the familiar 6 notes start to grow increasingly louder. Cthelee shuddered at the thought of Drillgore finding them... He would defend them to his last breath.
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Drillgore was pleased by Tengri's comment. Two twins that only appear to a singular person? It would be difficult to track them. Near impossible even. How did they even find a way off their planet? His questions were dissipated however as a new plan formed in his mind. "If we are able to capture those two, we can make the little girl cry. Ohh yes.. I have a new plan. It'll have to wait however.
He raised the vial up to his glowing, white eyes. He rubbed the side of it with his thumb.
"I say, we are going to have a fun time eviscerating the Yakuza, and others that stand in our way.
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The husks of Drillgore snapped their heads into facing Aphrodite. An arm of twitched for a moment, causing the limb to suddenly freeze in place. Soon all of their bodies faced Aphrodite, moving in such an unnatural way that she couldn't even describe. One of them even started up their drill and pointed it at her. Aphrodite could even see a few hand marks on the husk's bodies. One of the taller ones let out a groan, it's neck suddenly failing. It's head fell forward, it's neck folding into itself like a failing animatronic. With a loud hiss, the neck suddenly sprang back into place.
Drillgore let out a low chuckle. "Very clever Aphrodite. Just think, you could've killed one of your people with little hesitation." He turned to face Aphrodite, the mouth around his neck grinning wide. Drillgore continued to speak. "Do not worry, they can still hear you. And they are completely fine.. For the time beings. Well, almost exactly for 3 minutes and 22 seconds before suffocation." He raised a crooked arm up, his fingers tapping against his chin. "Or maybe it could be less for the children. After all, their wasting their last breaths of air. I can feel them breathing in and out rapidly."
Drillgore suddenly sprang forward with an immense amount of speed, and began clobbering the side of her head with his drill. "This is your final chance. I'm giving you a final. FINAL warning. Every 10 seconds, one of your civilians will die. That is, unless if you call off every attack coming forward, and let me gather those creatures from Quatheral. I promise to leave with no more casualties if you agree to my demands. Your citizens lives, or a few creatures. I'm also notifying you, that I have more of those husks on the way. So tell me, how many more lives are you willing to sacrifice just to prove that you are doing what's right, hm?"
The smallest of the husks let out a large gasp, it's entire being starting to clench up for a few seconds. That was until a large amount of fleshy small spikes shot out from the husks. Each one caked in blood. A loud whimper was head from inside the husk before dying down. The spikes began to retract back into it's body, with it's head shaking back and forth rapidly. The smaller husk then began to float forward Aphrodite, it's drill spinning. A child's giggle soon coming from it's body.
Drillgore's body vibrated in pleasure, and looked back down at Aphrodite. "It's your choice..."
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As the third copy Drillgore entered the castle, he studied the surrounding architecture. It was pretty admirable. He would have something similar if he would have a need to make himself a home. But now was not the time to ponder these things. All the lights in the castle began to shut off one by one. All of the creatures within would soon hear again the 6 beats, the catchy beat entering their minds. He can sense the Quatheral... It was time for the hunt once again. That was until he felt another presence coming towards him. Nichelle..
How annoying. Couldn't they just let him kill in peace? He does have to give it to them however. They were persistent. He turned around to face his incoming opponent. It seemed like her mind was also blocking out his voice was well! He would need to learn to bypass this after this mission. "Ah, a pleasure to meet you once more Nichelle. Have you calmed down after your episode? I understand that I can be too much for people to handle. Sometimes their minds just... snap.
Several gigantic drills started to tear out of his chest, with a volley of mini drills fired at at Nichelle!
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Drillgore was pleased by Tengri's comment. Two twins that only appear to a singular person? It would be difficult to track them. Near impossible even. How did they even find a way off their planet? His questions were dissipated however as a new plan formed in his mind. "If we are able to capture those two, we can make the little girl cry. Ohh yes.. I have a new plan. It'll have to wait however.
He raised the vial up to his glowing, white eyes. He rubbed the side of it with his thumb.
"I say, we are going to have a fun time eviscerating the Yakuza, and others that stand in our way.
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The husks of Drillgore snapped their heads into facing Aphrodite. An arm of twitched for a moment, causing the limb to suddenly freeze in place. Soon all of their bodies faced Aphrodite, moving in such an unnatural way that she couldn't even describe. One of them even started up their drill and pointed it at her. Aphrodite could even see a few hand marks on the husk's bodies. One of the taller ones let out a groan, it's neck suddenly failing. It's head fell forward, it's neck folding into itself like a failing animatronic. With a loud hiss, the neck suddenly sprang back into place.
Drillgore let out a low chuckle. "Very clever Aphrodite. Just think, you could've killed one of your people with little hesitation." He turned to face Aphrodite, the mouth around his neck grinning wide. Drillgore continued to speak. "Do not worry, they can still hear you. And they are completely fine.. For the time beings. Well, almost exactly for 3 minutes and 22 seconds before suffocation." He raised a crooked arm up, his fingers tapping against his chin. "Or maybe it could be less for the children. After all, their wasting their last breaths of air. I can feel them breathing in and out rapidly."
Drillgore suddenly sprang forward with an immense amount of speed, and began clobbering the side of her head with his drill. "This is your final chance. I'm giving you a final. FINAL warning. Every 10 seconds, one of your civilians will die. That is, unless if you call off every attack coming forward, and let me gather those creatures from Quatheral. I promise to leave with no more casualties if you agree to my demands. Your citizens lives, or a few creatures. I'm also notifying you, that I have more of those husks on the way. So tell me, how many more lives are you willing to sacrifice just to prove that you are doing what's right, hm?"
The smallest of the husks let out a large gasp, it's entire being starting to clench up for a few seconds. That was until a large amount of fleshy small spikes shot out from the husks. Each one caked in blood. A loud whimper was head from inside the husk before dying down. The spikes began to retract back into it's body, with it's head shaking back and forth rapidly. The smaller husk then began to float forward Aphrodite, it's drill spinning. A child's giggle soon coming from it's body.
Drillgore's body vibrated in pleasure, and looked back down at Aphrodite. "It's your choice..."
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As the third copy Drillgore entered the castle, he studied the surrounding architecture. It was pretty admirable. He would have something similar if he would have a need to make himself a home. But now was not the time to ponder these things. All the lights in the castle began to shut off one by one. All of the creatures within would soon hear again the 6 beats, the catchy beat entering their minds. He can sense the Quatheral... It was time for the hunt once again. That was until he felt another presence coming towards him. Nichelle..
How annoying. Couldn't they just let him kill in peace? He does have to give it to them however. They were persistent. He turned around to face his incoming opponent. It seemed like her mind was also blocking out his voice was well! He would need to learn to bypass this after this mission. "Ah, a pleasure to meet you once more Nichelle. Have you calmed down after your episode? I understand that I can be too much for people to handle. Sometimes their minds just... snap.
Several gigantic drills started to tear out of his chest, with a volley of mini drills fired at at Nichelle!
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
The Other muttered to himself. Of course there had to be an obstacle of some form. As it stood, the deity became less confident in his abilities. He was often one to tell Dante to err on the side of caution. Not that they would be able to do that if they were to get Hercules's Dragon Ball.
Ten'ren planted their fist into the ground and a massive shield emerged, causing the icicle spears to shatter harmlessly against them. Xarm fired a salvo of plasma into the creatures. "They're regenerating," Ten'ren said.
Xarm knocked one away. "Yeah. No matter how many chunks they're in, only guns and traps seem to work."
"Regeneration? Pfft!" Nōnce said. "I will strike them down no matter what!"
"Hercules recruited this guy?" Ten'ren said exasperatedly.
The Other interrupted, "We have a long journey ahead of us. If you want to turn back now, that will be your best chance. Heavy danger lies ahead."
"Not gonna happen," Gou said. They threw up a hand gesture, which informed the others to step back. Gou tossed a disc to the cave entrance and with that a bubble of energy was thrown out, this time transforming everything in its vicinity into mice. It stayed up. "We should probably go."
Gou scooped up Ten'ren and another crew member, with a third jumping onto their back. With a blur, they were already deep into the tunnel.
"Hold on a second," The Other said hastily as he scooped up Nōnce, "you need me to guide you!"
He and Xarm sped after the other pirates.
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Blubury gathered the samp.les, seeming to have lost interest in Cercil. However, she kept glancing at the angel's weakened state. If only a feather or a drop of blood could be found...
She scanned around. Could it be? There were drops of blood much too small to be from Godzilla. Blubury picked up a dirt sample of it and stuffed it into her pocket slyly. She giggled, "Like I said, big guy leaves loads of samples."
She stood from her crouched position. "Now I must take my leave. Thanks for the overly suspicious welcome wagon."
She whispered into a communicator on her wrist. "Captain, samples acquired."
With a wisp of sand, she began to vanish. "By the way, our technology is based a tad on La'tomer the Sandman."
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As Gaoh came in for the slash, he found himself in contact with a massive row of armored ridges. A loud boom rattled the nearby planet as Godzilla slammed his tail into the lupine, receiving a scratch on his thigh in the process. Gaoh slammed into the moon, splitting it apart violently. Massive geysers of water spewed from the celestial body's wounds, raining hot liquid onto the dueling beasts.
Godzilla's tail began to emit a purple hue, growing brighter as it climbed up the spines on his tail and illuminated the once red highlights across his body. The prominent scar burned a bright lavender on Godzilla's shoulder as the void of space grew bright. He was preparing to finish off Gaoh.
Ten'ren planted their fist into the ground and a massive shield emerged, causing the icicle spears to shatter harmlessly against them. Xarm fired a salvo of plasma into the creatures. "They're regenerating," Ten'ren said.
Xarm knocked one away. "Yeah. No matter how many chunks they're in, only guns and traps seem to work."
"Regeneration? Pfft!" Nōnce said. "I will strike them down no matter what!"
"Hercules recruited this guy?" Ten'ren said exasperatedly.
The Other interrupted, "We have a long journey ahead of us. If you want to turn back now, that will be your best chance. Heavy danger lies ahead."
"Not gonna happen," Gou said. They threw up a hand gesture, which informed the others to step back. Gou tossed a disc to the cave entrance and with that a bubble of energy was thrown out, this time transforming everything in its vicinity into mice. It stayed up. "We should probably go."
Gou scooped up Ten'ren and another crew member, with a third jumping onto their back. With a blur, they were already deep into the tunnel.
"Hold on a second," The Other said hastily as he scooped up Nōnce, "you need me to guide you!"
He and Xarm sped after the other pirates.
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Blubury gathered the samp.les, seeming to have lost interest in Cercil. However, she kept glancing at the angel's weakened state. If only a feather or a drop of blood could be found...
She scanned around. Could it be? There were drops of blood much too small to be from Godzilla. Blubury picked up a dirt sample of it and stuffed it into her pocket slyly. She giggled, "Like I said, big guy leaves loads of samples."
She stood from her crouched position. "Now I must take my leave. Thanks for the overly suspicious welcome wagon."
She whispered into a communicator on her wrist. "Captain, samples acquired."
With a wisp of sand, she began to vanish. "By the way, our technology is based a tad on La'tomer the Sandman."
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As Gaoh came in for the slash, he found himself in contact with a massive row of armored ridges. A loud boom rattled the nearby planet as Godzilla slammed his tail into the lupine, receiving a scratch on his thigh in the process. Gaoh slammed into the moon, splitting it apart violently. Massive geysers of water spewed from the celestial body's wounds, raining hot liquid onto the dueling beasts.
Godzilla's tail began to emit a purple hue, growing brighter as it climbed up the spines on his tail and illuminated the once red highlights across his body. The prominent scar burned a bright lavender on Godzilla's shoulder as the void of space grew bright. He was preparing to finish off Gaoh.
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Re: Battle of the Multiverse
The red-furred warrior bared her teeth, showing pale canines that were not as large as those Sven flashed with every grin- a difference between the sexes, perhaps- but before she could speak, the others began coming forward, excited at the prospect of being liberated from the man who had done this to their home and left them so mistrustful.
"Ingolf," a dark-coated male introduced himself. His voice was deep and melodic, and he carried a spear and long knife like his leader, though his dagger was not displayed proudly on his hip, but sheathed higher on his chest, beneath his arm. It was clearly meant to be drawn and used from beneath the cloak he wore.
A female approached next, somewhat shorter than Ingolf and much shorter than their leader, though not yet as short as Sven. She had a pale coat, but a boldly marked face, her red eyes framed starkly, as if by a white mask. Like Sven, she wore a long chain shirt. Unlike the rest, she bore a longbow alongside her long axe and knife. While Ingolf was now forward and bold towards the strangers, almost singing his name to them, she seemed more relaxed, much like Sven was. "Erica," she introduced herself plainly.
Another shorter varul, this one plain-coated, almost no mask to speak of, came after her. She was apparently still wary, as she held a long axe in one hand and grasped the handle of a hand axe with the other, but her voice was level and even as she introduced herself, not a growl like their leader's. "Jorunn."
Finally, the last beast-person, a female slightly taller than Ingolf, came forward. She moved uncertainly and did not fully reveal herself to the strangers, hiding slightly behind the others. In fact, she had always been the farthest back. She carried only a long axe and tried her best to wrap herself in her cloak, as if it were armor. This, as well as the lack of topology around her boldly-masked eyes, suggest to Crigan and the others she was young, younger at least than her allies. "Rhandi," she said, her voice surprisingly sharp and harsh for her timid demeanor, though it was still quiet, same as her presence.
Ears shooting up, Sven laughed brightly and struck the group's leader in the shoulder. It was a light, playful blow and, despite her obviously strained temper, she did not react to it except with a quick, dirty look. Despite their bickering, they seemed to be rather familiar. The towering wolf-woman sighed. It seemed the others had cast their votes already.
"<Fine,>" she said flatly, admitting defeat. "<We will guide them to the others. That is all I promise though. Mattuger will decide what we do with them once he arrives. And Sassa will decide if they see Mattuger.>"
She turned quickly, her cloak cracking across Sven's snout- purposely, judging by the ghostly smirk that flashes across her own- and the others fell in line behind her. She motioned the strangers to join them with a huge, clawed hand.
"Follow," she instructed in English.
As the varuls, humans, demons, and gods began trekking out of the strip mine and towards a dark band of trees on the horizon, Sven fell back to walk next to Molly. He looked down at her with unusual seriousness. "Don't mind Elda. She lost love to Zeye. Hard for her."
"Ingolf," a dark-coated male introduced himself. His voice was deep and melodic, and he carried a spear and long knife like his leader, though his dagger was not displayed proudly on his hip, but sheathed higher on his chest, beneath his arm. It was clearly meant to be drawn and used from beneath the cloak he wore.
A female approached next, somewhat shorter than Ingolf and much shorter than their leader, though not yet as short as Sven. She had a pale coat, but a boldly marked face, her red eyes framed starkly, as if by a white mask. Like Sven, she wore a long chain shirt. Unlike the rest, she bore a longbow alongside her long axe and knife. While Ingolf was now forward and bold towards the strangers, almost singing his name to them, she seemed more relaxed, much like Sven was. "Erica," she introduced herself plainly.
Another shorter varul, this one plain-coated, almost no mask to speak of, came after her. She was apparently still wary, as she held a long axe in one hand and grasped the handle of a hand axe with the other, but her voice was level and even as she introduced herself, not a growl like their leader's. "Jorunn."
Finally, the last beast-person, a female slightly taller than Ingolf, came forward. She moved uncertainly and did not fully reveal herself to the strangers, hiding slightly behind the others. In fact, she had always been the farthest back. She carried only a long axe and tried her best to wrap herself in her cloak, as if it were armor. This, as well as the lack of topology around her boldly-masked eyes, suggest to Crigan and the others she was young, younger at least than her allies. "Rhandi," she said, her voice surprisingly sharp and harsh for her timid demeanor, though it was still quiet, same as her presence.
Ears shooting up, Sven laughed brightly and struck the group's leader in the shoulder. It was a light, playful blow and, despite her obviously strained temper, she did not react to it except with a quick, dirty look. Despite their bickering, they seemed to be rather familiar. The towering wolf-woman sighed. It seemed the others had cast their votes already.
"<Fine,>" she said flatly, admitting defeat. "<We will guide them to the others. That is all I promise though. Mattuger will decide what we do with them once he arrives. And Sassa will decide if they see Mattuger.>"
She turned quickly, her cloak cracking across Sven's snout- purposely, judging by the ghostly smirk that flashes across her own- and the others fell in line behind her. She motioned the strangers to join them with a huge, clawed hand.
"Follow," she instructed in English.
As the varuls, humans, demons, and gods began trekking out of the strip mine and towards a dark band of trees on the horizon, Sven fell back to walk next to Molly. He looked down at her with unusual seriousness. "Don't mind Elda. She lost love to Zeye. Hard for her."
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"We will do what we can, I promise. Hopefully, this Mattuger you speak of is not a hostile person to strangers,though I would not be surprised, given what has happened here... this mine reeks of death." Crigan sighed. A human, an outsider, caused so much pain to these people. And for what? How long had they been doing this? How long had this misery been going on? Was this truly the default of mankind, to spread chaos and destruction wherever they went? Was Mii... truly correct?
He shook his head. No, she was wrong. That murderous spirit was wrong. Just as there was sin, so too was there virtue. If there were wrongs anywhere, if there was evil spreading, if someone needed help... he would be there to help, no matter what. This Zeye would pay for what he had done, no matter what...
“Geez, this sure is one hell of a dump.”
Crigan rolled over to find Mii laying right next to him. The Divine Spirit smiled, and ran a hand down her side.
“But, if you're fine sleeping in a dump like this...” I'm fine with it as well.”
Crigan sat up. “Don't you have something better to do than to tease me?” The God of Death grumbled. “Like, literally a million better things?”
Mii chuckled. “Oh hardly. Though, that look of irritation on your face, that growing resentment and anger, it does make me so very happy. It's a kind of joy you'd never understand, being an incomplete god and all.”
Crigan snorted. He had come here, to the Realm of the Gods, or what was left of it anyways, to rest and be alone. It was often his preferred place to be, especially now that he was alone. Yzazil had been gone for years on his own assignment, no doubt back to his own world, and Cercil had become a recluse after the demise of Persephone. With the entire High Council dead and Castella nowhere to be seen in the aftermath of the great war, he hardly blamed her for wanting to be completely alone. The loss of Sariel and her closest friend had been devastating to Cercil, and in the odd case Crigan had snuck into Makai to eavesdrop upon her, all he heard was her crying over everything that had transpired... over her failure to lead Makai, her failure as a mother to Persephone, her failure to keep those closest to her safe. So, he had left her be, months and months later.
And Crigan himself... he looked down into the purple mist beneath the floating island he was on, and for a moment, he thought he saw the face of his son, of his wife and his brothers and sisters. So many lives had been lost, so many thanks to Persephone and Miyoshi... Lives he would never again see, people he could never embrace once more. Not even souls had remained, thanks to Persephone's final machinations...
and Mii, this spirit that haunted him since the events of the Galactic Arena, was relishing in all that suffering.
“And what exactly does that entail?” He snapped at her. Blue flames billowed from the corners of his mouth, like a dragon ready to burn his next victim.
“Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean.” Mii laughed. She stood up, and held a hand to her mouth and continued to laugh. “Everyone understands it, everyone except you, the fragmented husk of a god.”
She moved her right hand across her face, and the specter formed a pair of thin black glasses over her eyes. “All life, even at its most basal structure, is interested in being better off that the being next to it. It's pure survival, and yet, it's also the hallmark of a truly alive being. You've seen it for yourself, how even the humans you once tried to protect quickly turned to crying for the blood of those who weren't them. Gods are not exempt either.”
Mii's smile grew ever wider, and her emerald eyes glistened behind the glasses. “The desire for power. The joy of making everything work for you, the bliss of witnessing everything turn to hell and everyone that isn't you fall into chaos and murder and destruction. It is the ultimate joy, the ultimate pleasure that all life desires at its most basic core. Animals, humans, gods, even the fae...” She held out a hand outstretched, as if to seize the truth only she could see. “No matter how hard they could deny it, deep down they all lust for the same thing: Unlimited power, and everyone else destroying themselves and their world. It's a universal truth engraved upon the heart of all beings, especially mankind... except you, the half dead god. If only you were truly whole, if only you were truly alive, then you would understand this undeniable truth, that there is no greater love than watching hope blossom in the darkest hour, and then trampling that hope to oblivion. Though, perhaps-”
The blazing red claws of the Death God cut through Mii's ghostly frame. They cleaved through her like a hot knife through butter, with zero resistance, yet the Divine Spirit's visage remained perfectly intact. The claws cut through again and again, each swing more frantic than the last, yet no matter how much Crigan tried to rip Mii to pieces, the end result was always the same.
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” Mii chuckled. “Sorry, I just got caught up in the sound of my own voice... Not like you can even shut me up without killing yourself. You love me too much to burn yourself out on just shutting me up.” She smiled and hovered in closer to the Death God. "Go ahead, use your true power and rip me apart... but you won't live past that. You'll just go PUFF and not even exist afterwards. I'm with you for life, Crigan, wherever you want it or not."
The God of Death quivered in rage. His claws blazed aflame, and all he wanted was to tear this sociopathic parasite apart, to end her permanently. Yet, the flames died out, and he already felt drained. She was right. In his crippled decadent state, he barely even qualified as a God of Death. A Divine Spirit like her would kill him to extinguish...
There was no good answer, and Mii knew it.
"Good boy. Even if you killed yourself, the odds of being with your beloved are so miniscule. She's likely already been reincarnated as a toad or an amoeba or protozoan. All you'd be doing is taking the coward's way out..." Mii wrapped her hands around Crigan's head, and pressed her own forehead against his. "And that won't save you from me. I got your zip code, your address, your social security number and your genetic blueprint no matter what you beco-"
She recoiled away as the blue flames reignited across Crigan's body, and she was quick to blow on her hands to get rid of the flames. "Okay okay, fire bad. Sheesh."
"You're wrong about humanity anyways." Crigan stood as his form shifted to his human frame. "Not everyone wants to see the world burn, and not everyone has a lust for power. Most people wouldn't understand what you're saying either. Just as there are bad people, so too are there good. I've known many of both over my life, the good and the bad. I've known men who would gladly lay down their lives for those they cherished and loved, for those closest to them. I knew men who would fight on the front lines against the forces of evil, against spirits like you, even if they had no chance. Just as there are selfish cruel monsters, so too are there selflish saints, Mii. Not everyone is you, and I suggest you stop imposing yourself upon mankind as a whole. Now leave. You are an eyesore."
The spirit held both of her hands behind her back and groaned. "You have no clue how correct you are, and yet how wrong you are as well. It's almost boring, really. No matter how many times I deal with you, some things never change. But I'll be back."
Mii's form faded before Crigan's view, yet her voice still rung around him. "How far will you go in that body this time, Crigan? How far will you push yourself to finally see me dead? Hehehe... Like an idol awaiting her loving audience, so too will I wait for you... hehehehe... Bwahahahahaha!"
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"She... oh..." Molly went quiet. The harsh feeling she had gotten from the lead varul made too much sense. To lose a loved one to strangers, no wonder she was so distrusting.
She briefly looked over at Crigan, who followed Elda silently, and looked away. No, that couldn't be a fix. If that were possible, no doubt he would have offered already. As it stood, they just had to look forward and deal with the current issues.
"A pleasure to meet you all." She spoke up.
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"The... Sandma-"
The name clicked. The Dream God who had wanted to oversee Makai after Miyoshi's death! He had something to do with this!
Cercil watched as Blubury left. Was this one of the Sandman's ploys to undermine her authority? Or... was there something else going on. Nothing made any sense here, yet...
A vein popped on her face. After all this hell... after watching everything she had worked so hard for come crashing down because of not one but two different timeline Miyoshis... Her patience with these outside forces was drawing ever thinner.
"The sooner these dragon balls are found... the sooner this hell can end." She muttered to herself, almost missing the flash of pink that appeared out of the corner of her eye.
A... cherry blossom leaf? Or... hair?
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"DRILLGOOORE!" Nichelle snarled as she swung both of her blades down. The pillar of fire that had consumed them surged forward, and engulfed several of the drills that Drillgore had launched. They were consumed and vaporized within the flames..
Yet one made it through, and gouged through Nichelle's leg.
She winced. Her calf had been torn into, and that pain distracted her, as a giant drill flew through the flames at her!
She brought both of her blades up at the last moment, and blocked the giant drill. Metal grinded against metal, and she felt herself be pushed back. This wasn't like back in the Abyss! She was stronger, and yet... how strong was Drillgore actually?!
She swung her blades to the side, and the drill was thrown off and away. Wasting no time, she bolted toward the Drillgore clone, and swung her left blade from up high overhead, and her right blade down low angled upwards, to cut him into pieces...
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It defied... all logic.
The feed from the probe Aseya had was visible for Laeptus to see, and if he hadn't seen it for himself, he would have never believed what he was witnessing.
Persephone, was losing. No, she wasn't just losing, she was being humiliated and tortured by Alabaster. The Advisor's constant vanishing and reappearing around attacks wasn't teleportation, nor was it simply an accelerated speed of travel. No, it was something else, something Laeptus couldn't figure out.What Alabaster was doing was completely alien to him, something he had never seen anyone or anything replicate. Just what WAS she?!
As much as he despised Persephone, as much as he wanted to see her die and pay for her warmongering and bloodshed... this wasn't it. She needed help, against a far worse threat, a complete engima.
He rose from his seat, and turned to leave, when the door to the lab opened, and an unexpected face stepped in...
"Where is Persephone and Alabaster?!"
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The power of the God of Death and the God of Judgement. Both of these were at Persephone's beck and call, among many other gods she had subdued and taken into herself. Immanuel, Castela, Cercil, Sariel, Temprana, Fademus, Gorrashi, Vishnu, Sutekh... Their powers and life essence flowed through her, among others. She was the usurper of gods and monsters, the King of All, the Evening Star. She held no equal, not anymore, and all who had been a threat to her had fallen to the wayside.
To see even this was not enough, as Alabaster blocked both of Persephone's divine strikes with but a pinkie nail from each hand, caused Persephone's fear and confusion to grow, and her hatred to grow even more.
"I'm just copying something I saw someone else do once. If you're going to copy powers, I may as well copy techniques." Alabaster giggled, before she flicked both of her pinkies. Persephone was hurtled backwards through the air, but managed to stop her momentum before she crashed into another statue.
No sooner did she stop, than Alabaster in her face once more. "DIIIIE!" Persephone demanded, as she brought both of her hands forth once more. This time, a cloud of purple flames billowed from her palm and crashed into Alabaster head on. The Flames of Calamity engulfed her, and Alabaster's screams of pain echoed from within, a sound that Persephone relished in. Finally, something that affected the damn bitch! She continued to flood more and more of the hellish cloud of flames upon Alabaster, and the very ground itself began to decay and turn to blackened goop. The screams continued, agonizingly so, and finally died out.
Persephone panted. To think, she would have to use Gorrashi's own flames against Alabaster... How difficult was it to put this-
"I think you missed a spot." An all too familiar voice made Persephone's blood run cold. "RIIIIIGHT... THERE!"
The sound of a clicking noise was followed by everything around Persephone erupting into a sea of concussive force and heat. Persephone screamed as her body was battered from the blast, and crashed in a bloodied heap into the very pit she had made. Black blood dripped down her forehead, and her legs were gashed and torn below the dress line. Yet, as she rose to her feet, somehow her child dress hadn't been torn.
Yet another form of humiliation from Alabaster... This damn dress was more sturdy than she was!
"See the spo-"
Persephone turned in a heartbeat and snapped her hands closed like a lobster snapped its pincers shut. A thin beam of supercharged particles surged into Alabaster's chest, yet despite the air around her warping and hissing from the plasma, the beam itself seemed to bend away at the last moment, and fly off into a different statue, which was vaporized by the strike.
"You never were a good learner, where you?"
Alabaster lurched forward faster than Persephone anticipated, and swept her left leg out. The leg dug into Persephone's knees, and the Lord of Sheol was knocked off her feet and landed on her stomach upon an outstretched knee of Alabaster. One hand reached and pulled the helm of the dress back, revealing the pink bloomers beneath.
"Trying to fry your own mother with electron particles... That's grounds for a spanking, Persy!"
The hand struck Persephone in the rear. Waves of agony rushed up into Persephone's brain, and she felt her flesh and bones groan and warp from the strike. Then another slap, and another, and another. Each one was worse than the last, each one ruptured blood vessels and veins through Persephone's body, and she cried in pain, blood dripped from her opened mouth.
"None of your strengths are your own, Persy. Not only are half of these powers not even yours, but all of your own bright spots are from yours truly. You're only as good as you are because you are my child, and an actress and idol of my calibur has no equals under the sun. But yes, please keep crying, your anguished face is just so perfect."
One final strike, and the knee dropped. Persephone tumbled once more across the ground, and lay in a trembling heap on the ground. Nothing... Nothing was working against Alabaster! every strike she tried was greeted with more embarrassment and harassment and pain to her body and her pride! Why.. Why wasn't anything working?! Why was she so helpless? All of her power, all of her struggles, and she was literally a child stuck on a problem with no solution.
"G-Get away! Please, go away! You're a monster!" Persephone tried to scramble to her feet as she saw Alabaster move toward her. "Mi--Minos! Mara! ANYONE! HELP ME! SOMEONE HEEELP!"
Alabaster sniggered. "Yes, that's the look I love so much." She purred, in a tone deeper than her usual voice. Her emerald eyes glowed a darker hue this time as well. "The look of all hope lost, of the dawning realization of your hopelessness. Miyoshi's version of that look was charming, but yours, my dear Persy... yours is all the sweeter."
She stepped down upon Persephone's ankle, and pressed hard. Persephone screamed as the heel of Alabaster's boot dug deep into her. "As I said, your time in the sun has come to an end. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll just beat some common sense back into you. And no, Persy, you sent all your little helpers to the far corners of reality. There's no one left to help-"
The fist dug into the side of Alabaster's face, and the eyes of the Advisor bulged as she staggered away from Persephone. A black bruise mark was left on her left cheek and lip, and she turned to face her attacker.
Adolphus raised his blaster and took aim at Alabaster. Behind him, seven dozen Gyu Onis, armed with pikes and rifles, took aim as well, and a few helped Persephone up to her feet and guarded her. "Not EVERYONE, witch, and just your luck it's her strongest servant. I'm fine with playing musical masters, but you... I'm not fine with whatever the fuck you are."
He shook his head. No, she was wrong. That murderous spirit was wrong. Just as there was sin, so too was there virtue. If there were wrongs anywhere, if there was evil spreading, if someone needed help... he would be there to help, no matter what. This Zeye would pay for what he had done, no matter what...
“Geez, this sure is one hell of a dump.”
Crigan rolled over to find Mii laying right next to him. The Divine Spirit smiled, and ran a hand down her side.
“But, if you're fine sleeping in a dump like this...” I'm fine with it as well.”
Crigan sat up. “Don't you have something better to do than to tease me?” The God of Death grumbled. “Like, literally a million better things?”
Mii chuckled. “Oh hardly. Though, that look of irritation on your face, that growing resentment and anger, it does make me so very happy. It's a kind of joy you'd never understand, being an incomplete god and all.”
Crigan snorted. He had come here, to the Realm of the Gods, or what was left of it anyways, to rest and be alone. It was often his preferred place to be, especially now that he was alone. Yzazil had been gone for years on his own assignment, no doubt back to his own world, and Cercil had become a recluse after the demise of Persephone. With the entire High Council dead and Castella nowhere to be seen in the aftermath of the great war, he hardly blamed her for wanting to be completely alone. The loss of Sariel and her closest friend had been devastating to Cercil, and in the odd case Crigan had snuck into Makai to eavesdrop upon her, all he heard was her crying over everything that had transpired... over her failure to lead Makai, her failure as a mother to Persephone, her failure to keep those closest to her safe. So, he had left her be, months and months later.
And Crigan himself... he looked down into the purple mist beneath the floating island he was on, and for a moment, he thought he saw the face of his son, of his wife and his brothers and sisters. So many lives had been lost, so many thanks to Persephone and Miyoshi... Lives he would never again see, people he could never embrace once more. Not even souls had remained, thanks to Persephone's final machinations...
and Mii, this spirit that haunted him since the events of the Galactic Arena, was relishing in all that suffering.
“And what exactly does that entail?” He snapped at her. Blue flames billowed from the corners of his mouth, like a dragon ready to burn his next victim.
“Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean.” Mii laughed. She stood up, and held a hand to her mouth and continued to laugh. “Everyone understands it, everyone except you, the fragmented husk of a god.”
She moved her right hand across her face, and the specter formed a pair of thin black glasses over her eyes. “All life, even at its most basal structure, is interested in being better off that the being next to it. It's pure survival, and yet, it's also the hallmark of a truly alive being. You've seen it for yourself, how even the humans you once tried to protect quickly turned to crying for the blood of those who weren't them. Gods are not exempt either.”
Mii's smile grew ever wider, and her emerald eyes glistened behind the glasses. “The desire for power. The joy of making everything work for you, the bliss of witnessing everything turn to hell and everyone that isn't you fall into chaos and murder and destruction. It is the ultimate joy, the ultimate pleasure that all life desires at its most basic core. Animals, humans, gods, even the fae...” She held out a hand outstretched, as if to seize the truth only she could see. “No matter how hard they could deny it, deep down they all lust for the same thing: Unlimited power, and everyone else destroying themselves and their world. It's a universal truth engraved upon the heart of all beings, especially mankind... except you, the half dead god. If only you were truly whole, if only you were truly alive, then you would understand this undeniable truth, that there is no greater love than watching hope blossom in the darkest hour, and then trampling that hope to oblivion. Though, perhaps-”
The blazing red claws of the Death God cut through Mii's ghostly frame. They cleaved through her like a hot knife through butter, with zero resistance, yet the Divine Spirit's visage remained perfectly intact. The claws cut through again and again, each swing more frantic than the last, yet no matter how much Crigan tried to rip Mii to pieces, the end result was always the same.
“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” Mii chuckled. “Sorry, I just got caught up in the sound of my own voice... Not like you can even shut me up without killing yourself. You love me too much to burn yourself out on just shutting me up.” She smiled and hovered in closer to the Death God. "Go ahead, use your true power and rip me apart... but you won't live past that. You'll just go PUFF and not even exist afterwards. I'm with you for life, Crigan, wherever you want it or not."
The God of Death quivered in rage. His claws blazed aflame, and all he wanted was to tear this sociopathic parasite apart, to end her permanently. Yet, the flames died out, and he already felt drained. She was right. In his crippled decadent state, he barely even qualified as a God of Death. A Divine Spirit like her would kill him to extinguish...
There was no good answer, and Mii knew it.
"Good boy. Even if you killed yourself, the odds of being with your beloved are so miniscule. She's likely already been reincarnated as a toad or an amoeba or protozoan. All you'd be doing is taking the coward's way out..." Mii wrapped her hands around Crigan's head, and pressed her own forehead against his. "And that won't save you from me. I got your zip code, your address, your social security number and your genetic blueprint no matter what you beco-"
She recoiled away as the blue flames reignited across Crigan's body, and she was quick to blow on her hands to get rid of the flames. "Okay okay, fire bad. Sheesh."
"You're wrong about humanity anyways." Crigan stood as his form shifted to his human frame. "Not everyone wants to see the world burn, and not everyone has a lust for power. Most people wouldn't understand what you're saying either. Just as there are bad people, so too are there good. I've known many of both over my life, the good and the bad. I've known men who would gladly lay down their lives for those they cherished and loved, for those closest to them. I knew men who would fight on the front lines against the forces of evil, against spirits like you, even if they had no chance. Just as there are selfish cruel monsters, so too are there selflish saints, Mii. Not everyone is you, and I suggest you stop imposing yourself upon mankind as a whole. Now leave. You are an eyesore."
The spirit held both of her hands behind her back and groaned. "You have no clue how correct you are, and yet how wrong you are as well. It's almost boring, really. No matter how many times I deal with you, some things never change. But I'll be back."
Mii's form faded before Crigan's view, yet her voice still rung around him. "How far will you go in that body this time, Crigan? How far will you push yourself to finally see me dead? Hehehe... Like an idol awaiting her loving audience, so too will I wait for you... hehehehe... Bwahahahahaha!"
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"She... oh..." Molly went quiet. The harsh feeling she had gotten from the lead varul made too much sense. To lose a loved one to strangers, no wonder she was so distrusting.
She briefly looked over at Crigan, who followed Elda silently, and looked away. No, that couldn't be a fix. If that were possible, no doubt he would have offered already. As it stood, they just had to look forward and deal with the current issues.
"A pleasure to meet you all." She spoke up.
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"The... Sandma-"
The name clicked. The Dream God who had wanted to oversee Makai after Miyoshi's death! He had something to do with this!
Cercil watched as Blubury left. Was this one of the Sandman's ploys to undermine her authority? Or... was there something else going on. Nothing made any sense here, yet...
A vein popped on her face. After all this hell... after watching everything she had worked so hard for come crashing down because of not one but two different timeline Miyoshis... Her patience with these outside forces was drawing ever thinner.
"The sooner these dragon balls are found... the sooner this hell can end." She muttered to herself, almost missing the flash of pink that appeared out of the corner of her eye.
A... cherry blossom leaf? Or... hair?
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"DRILLGOOORE!" Nichelle snarled as she swung both of her blades down. The pillar of fire that had consumed them surged forward, and engulfed several of the drills that Drillgore had launched. They were consumed and vaporized within the flames..
Yet one made it through, and gouged through Nichelle's leg.
She winced. Her calf had been torn into, and that pain distracted her, as a giant drill flew through the flames at her!
She brought both of her blades up at the last moment, and blocked the giant drill. Metal grinded against metal, and she felt herself be pushed back. This wasn't like back in the Abyss! She was stronger, and yet... how strong was Drillgore actually?!
She swung her blades to the side, and the drill was thrown off and away. Wasting no time, she bolted toward the Drillgore clone, and swung her left blade from up high overhead, and her right blade down low angled upwards, to cut him into pieces...
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It defied... all logic.
The feed from the probe Aseya had was visible for Laeptus to see, and if he hadn't seen it for himself, he would have never believed what he was witnessing.
Persephone, was losing. No, she wasn't just losing, she was being humiliated and tortured by Alabaster. The Advisor's constant vanishing and reappearing around attacks wasn't teleportation, nor was it simply an accelerated speed of travel. No, it was something else, something Laeptus couldn't figure out.What Alabaster was doing was completely alien to him, something he had never seen anyone or anything replicate. Just what WAS she?!
As much as he despised Persephone, as much as he wanted to see her die and pay for her warmongering and bloodshed... this wasn't it. She needed help, against a far worse threat, a complete engima.
He rose from his seat, and turned to leave, when the door to the lab opened, and an unexpected face stepped in...
"Where is Persephone and Alabaster?!"
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The power of the God of Death and the God of Judgement. Both of these were at Persephone's beck and call, among many other gods she had subdued and taken into herself. Immanuel, Castela, Cercil, Sariel, Temprana, Fademus, Gorrashi, Vishnu, Sutekh... Their powers and life essence flowed through her, among others. She was the usurper of gods and monsters, the King of All, the Evening Star. She held no equal, not anymore, and all who had been a threat to her had fallen to the wayside.
To see even this was not enough, as Alabaster blocked both of Persephone's divine strikes with but a pinkie nail from each hand, caused Persephone's fear and confusion to grow, and her hatred to grow even more.
"I'm just copying something I saw someone else do once. If you're going to copy powers, I may as well copy techniques." Alabaster giggled, before she flicked both of her pinkies. Persephone was hurtled backwards through the air, but managed to stop her momentum before she crashed into another statue.
No sooner did she stop, than Alabaster in her face once more. "DIIIIE!" Persephone demanded, as she brought both of her hands forth once more. This time, a cloud of purple flames billowed from her palm and crashed into Alabaster head on. The Flames of Calamity engulfed her, and Alabaster's screams of pain echoed from within, a sound that Persephone relished in. Finally, something that affected the damn bitch! She continued to flood more and more of the hellish cloud of flames upon Alabaster, and the very ground itself began to decay and turn to blackened goop. The screams continued, agonizingly so, and finally died out.
Persephone panted. To think, she would have to use Gorrashi's own flames against Alabaster... How difficult was it to put this-
"I think you missed a spot." An all too familiar voice made Persephone's blood run cold. "RIIIIIGHT... THERE!"
The sound of a clicking noise was followed by everything around Persephone erupting into a sea of concussive force and heat. Persephone screamed as her body was battered from the blast, and crashed in a bloodied heap into the very pit she had made. Black blood dripped down her forehead, and her legs were gashed and torn below the dress line. Yet, as she rose to her feet, somehow her child dress hadn't been torn.
Yet another form of humiliation from Alabaster... This damn dress was more sturdy than she was!
"See the spo-"
Persephone turned in a heartbeat and snapped her hands closed like a lobster snapped its pincers shut. A thin beam of supercharged particles surged into Alabaster's chest, yet despite the air around her warping and hissing from the plasma, the beam itself seemed to bend away at the last moment, and fly off into a different statue, which was vaporized by the strike.
"You never were a good learner, where you?"
Alabaster lurched forward faster than Persephone anticipated, and swept her left leg out. The leg dug into Persephone's knees, and the Lord of Sheol was knocked off her feet and landed on her stomach upon an outstretched knee of Alabaster. One hand reached and pulled the helm of the dress back, revealing the pink bloomers beneath.
"Trying to fry your own mother with electron particles... That's grounds for a spanking, Persy!"
The hand struck Persephone in the rear. Waves of agony rushed up into Persephone's brain, and she felt her flesh and bones groan and warp from the strike. Then another slap, and another, and another. Each one was worse than the last, each one ruptured blood vessels and veins through Persephone's body, and she cried in pain, blood dripped from her opened mouth.
"None of your strengths are your own, Persy. Not only are half of these powers not even yours, but all of your own bright spots are from yours truly. You're only as good as you are because you are my child, and an actress and idol of my calibur has no equals under the sun. But yes, please keep crying, your anguished face is just so perfect."
One final strike, and the knee dropped. Persephone tumbled once more across the ground, and lay in a trembling heap on the ground. Nothing... Nothing was working against Alabaster! every strike she tried was greeted with more embarrassment and harassment and pain to her body and her pride! Why.. Why wasn't anything working?! Why was she so helpless? All of her power, all of her struggles, and she was literally a child stuck on a problem with no solution.
"G-Get away! Please, go away! You're a monster!" Persephone tried to scramble to her feet as she saw Alabaster move toward her. "Mi--Minos! Mara! ANYONE! HELP ME! SOMEONE HEEELP!"
Alabaster sniggered. "Yes, that's the look I love so much." She purred, in a tone deeper than her usual voice. Her emerald eyes glowed a darker hue this time as well. "The look of all hope lost, of the dawning realization of your hopelessness. Miyoshi's version of that look was charming, but yours, my dear Persy... yours is all the sweeter."
She stepped down upon Persephone's ankle, and pressed hard. Persephone screamed as the heel of Alabaster's boot dug deep into her. "As I said, your time in the sun has come to an end. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll just beat some common sense back into you. And no, Persy, you sent all your little helpers to the far corners of reality. There's no one left to help-"
The fist dug into the side of Alabaster's face, and the eyes of the Advisor bulged as she staggered away from Persephone. A black bruise mark was left on her left cheek and lip, and she turned to face her attacker.
Adolphus raised his blaster and took aim at Alabaster. Behind him, seven dozen Gyu Onis, armed with pikes and rifles, took aim as well, and a few helped Persephone up to her feet and guarded her. "Not EVERYONE, witch, and just your luck it's her strongest servant. I'm fine with playing musical masters, but you... I'm not fine with whatever the fuck you are."
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"Cool! I didn't know you guys had celestials on your side too," Gigantis replied to the ninjas, in a mixture of both surprise and fear. Real gods and angels? He didn't think such a thing was real... he figured it was all just mumbo jumbo from Big Shot to keep him in line to avoid punishment. Not that he ever really heeded Big Shot's warnings of course, but now, he had to wonder...
Arriving shortly after Mulek, Immanuel descended, his shimmering wings helping to dispel some of the fog before he landed before the assembled trio and their new ally.
"It is good to see you three well," Immanuel said, withdrawing his wings into his body. "It has been far too long."
The god turned to Gigantis. "And who is this?"
"Oh, me?" Gigantis said, holding a hand to his chest. "Well, uhh, I go by Eternal Gigantis. Forgot my real name. Also, angel lady, you mentioned something about black hole monsters? What's that all about?"
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The pirate crew zoomed into the winding, icy tunnels. The sounds of the strange, long limbed creatures could be heard behind them, skittering as fast as their freakish proportions could carry them. Soon enough though, the sounds of the creatures began to fade into the distance, before the assembly of warriors soon found themselves deep within a system of caverns.
The icy tunnels were as long as they were confusing. The walls were barren and simple, resonating an aura of biting cold that made it painful to stand too close. The ice was a deep blue color, adding to the sense of isolation and oppressive cold. Each ice tunnel was a complex that seemed to stretch for untold miles, and crossed with one another to form a confusing labyrinth of paths. Even with the guidance of The Other, it was difficult to find one's way through here.
After a few minutes of exploring, the group soon came across a crossroads between five different tunnels. In the middle of the crossroads sat the remnants of an old encampment. The mummified remains of some sort of humanoid entities still sat huddled around a long-dead campfire, as if they had accepted death long before it came.
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Tyralus was suddenly greeted by several dozen strange, pale skinned, eyeless creatures emerging from the ice around him and Minos! A Fearsome howl filled the air as the creatures rushed in through the veil of mist towards the duo, icy hooks grasped tightly in their hands. From the sides, several icy harpoons could be seen hurtling towards the duo, intent on pinning them down...
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Tengri smiled at Drillgore's comment. "Yes. It will be quite satisfying to destroy the Yakuza, and cause them more suffering. But first, I have my own business to attend to."
Tengri tapped on his wrist and brought his cybernetic arm to his face, before his voice boomed onto the intercoms. "Prepare a multiversal scan for target: Jake. He is our next priority."
Tengri then turned to look at Drillgore, a sadistic smirk emblazoned upon his azure face. "How does killing another hero sound to you, my fiendish friend?"
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Though the electricity itself did little to the God of Judgment, thanks to his immaterial nature beneath his armor, the entangling cables that had come to block his path through the mess hall came about much to his chagrin. The god swiftly drew his blade, and in one fluid motion, cleaved the wall of spitting wires before him in twine, sending their severed halves writhing across the floor of the room.
Yzazil saw Korraz and Hevar in trouble, but knew that the key to ending the chaos unfolding before him lay beyond the locked door. In a flash of great speed, Yzazil dashed towards the locked barricade, before thrusting his sword into the door! With an audible growl, Yzazil began to get to work with his blade, attempting to slice the door open vertically for them to enter...
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Gaoh let out a quiet whine of pain as he slid across the surface of the moon, but quickly caught himself using his claws. The Fanged Beast King left a series of ruts on the surface of the planetoid from his claws, noting the rain of superheated liquid upon their battlefield. The creature seemed to be unbothered by the heat, but its previous wounds were beginning to catch up with it. Blood continued to drip from the deep cuts and gouges along Gaoh's body, the creature's legs struggling to maintain the beast's balance.
Seeing the Behemoth charging up his violet light of oblivion, Gaoh moved as fast as his waning strength allowed him to. The lupine dashed at immense speeds, generating a massive cloud of dust around Godzilla in an attempt to throw off its aim, allowing the water to intermingle with the dust to create a sickly cloud of wet sediment. Sliding into position behind Godzilla, Gaoh leapt onto the Behemoth's glowing spines, ignoring the pain of the beast's growing heat, before violently jamming his claws into the gaps in the monstrosity's neck in a vain attempt to get the beast to destroy itself...
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Much of Shayatin's body had been damaged form the brutal assault upon her from before; dents had been made in her rubbery armor from the sheer flurry of blows, and one of the horns upon her ghastly helmet had been snapped off from the assault. Shayatin's mind calculated the best course of action as Daeva's blast of destructive wind came upon her. More than likely, it would be difficult to avoid the attack physically, even if she contorted her joints. Similarly, it would be difficult to muscle through the assault using her tendrils or weapons, considering the ki blasts Daeva had proven herself capable of conjuring so far. So Shayatin settled on a much more drastic - but also much less predictable - course of action: she turned her body into a sludge-like substance, and allowed the wind to scatter her!
As the wind died down, Shayatin's sludge-like remains splattered to the earth all around Daeva, giving off the impression of her demise. As the Ninja relaxed, however, the fallen Yakuza suddenly reformed herself behind Daeva! A blackened hand reached for the back of Daeva's neck and grasped with immense strength, before the fallen Yakuza delivered a vicious knee strike to Daeva's spine, nearly folding her in half from the blow!
The strike brought Daeva to her knees, as a terrible searing pain, like the prickling of a thousand needles, radiated from Daeva's neck, followed by an audible sizzling noise. Skin and muscle oozed and melted within Shayatin's grasp, as the fallen Yakuza's hand began to merge itself into her flesh in a sickening display, causing the stabbin, searing pain to penetrate into her entire chest cavity. Shayatin's off-hand reached up and grasped Daeva's helmet, the same sizzling noise filling the air from her touch. The very metal of the Guardian of the Multiverse's armor began to slough off, before Shayatin peeled the basic structure of it back and melting its remains into black sludge within her grasp.
"Impressive," Shayatin said calmly as she observed Daeva's musculature begin to deteriorate along the shoulders. "Truly impressive. Perhaps I was wrong to dismiss your progress. But unfortunately, it is here that your journey ends."
A tendril soon burst from Shayatin's hand and through Daeva's neck, a spray of dark red blood following suit. Shayatin pulled her hand out of Daeva's body with a sickening shwick, chunks of the Guardian's musculature still attached to her hand. A voice soon entered her mind.
"The key has begun to turn. Your quarry has been captured, and the pawn makes his move. Leave the woman; there is still much more to do."
"Of course," Shayatin replied to the voice aloud, before she opened a shimmering rift and stepped through, vanishing from the realm of the ninja...
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The battle had been struck! The young Yakuza charged into battle against the mass of Mal'akh, creating a terrible conflict that filled the festival chambers!
The mal'akh locked in battle with Vale, distracted by the pain in its leg, was slashed across the chest by her whip! Though its armor sponged much of the slicing damage, the impacts still threw it off-balance, allowing Vale to wrap her weapon around its neck. The beautiful, yet frightening creature howled in pain as the whip tightened, before it grabbed the weapon's length, ignoring as its bladed edge dug into its hide and drew blackened blood that quickly froze from the icy ki, and tugged Vale off her feet and into striking range. With a snarl, the entity raised up a foot and prepared to stomp on her head!
Forced to keep their distance from Alexei due to his immense heat, a group of four Mal'akh attempted to find openings in his defenses, but struggled to close the distance from his staff. As the blast of searing heat fired out and consumed the four of them, forcing them to retreat, one ambushed him from behind and grappled Alexei around the waist, hoisting him up and preparing to throw him into one of the building's walls!
The Mal'akh slammed by Hayden was floored, leaving it dazed from the brutal impact. The creature bellowed in pain as the spear was driven into its chest, before it reached towards Hayden's face and attempted to stab at him with his sword! While this occurred, three more approached Hayden from behind, grabbing at his arms and legs in a big to topple him over and release their ally!
While this occurred, the two Mal'akh that had been damaged by Hayden's and Alexei's initial assault were beginning to recover, and began to circle the chaos to find a good opening to strike...
Arriving shortly after Mulek, Immanuel descended, his shimmering wings helping to dispel some of the fog before he landed before the assembled trio and their new ally.
"It is good to see you three well," Immanuel said, withdrawing his wings into his body. "It has been far too long."
The god turned to Gigantis. "And who is this?"
"Oh, me?" Gigantis said, holding a hand to his chest. "Well, uhh, I go by Eternal Gigantis. Forgot my real name. Also, angel lady, you mentioned something about black hole monsters? What's that all about?"
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The pirate crew zoomed into the winding, icy tunnels. The sounds of the strange, long limbed creatures could be heard behind them, skittering as fast as their freakish proportions could carry them. Soon enough though, the sounds of the creatures began to fade into the distance, before the assembly of warriors soon found themselves deep within a system of caverns.
The icy tunnels were as long as they were confusing. The walls were barren and simple, resonating an aura of biting cold that made it painful to stand too close. The ice was a deep blue color, adding to the sense of isolation and oppressive cold. Each ice tunnel was a complex that seemed to stretch for untold miles, and crossed with one another to form a confusing labyrinth of paths. Even with the guidance of The Other, it was difficult to find one's way through here.
After a few minutes of exploring, the group soon came across a crossroads between five different tunnels. In the middle of the crossroads sat the remnants of an old encampment. The mummified remains of some sort of humanoid entities still sat huddled around a long-dead campfire, as if they had accepted death long before it came.
----
Tyralus was suddenly greeted by several dozen strange, pale skinned, eyeless creatures emerging from the ice around him and Minos! A Fearsome howl filled the air as the creatures rushed in through the veil of mist towards the duo, icy hooks grasped tightly in their hands. From the sides, several icy harpoons could be seen hurtling towards the duo, intent on pinning them down...
___________________________________________
Tengri smiled at Drillgore's comment. "Yes. It will be quite satisfying to destroy the Yakuza, and cause them more suffering. But first, I have my own business to attend to."
Tengri tapped on his wrist and brought his cybernetic arm to his face, before his voice boomed onto the intercoms. "Prepare a multiversal scan for target: Jake. He is our next priority."
Tengri then turned to look at Drillgore, a sadistic smirk emblazoned upon his azure face. "How does killing another hero sound to you, my fiendish friend?"
___________________________________________
Though the electricity itself did little to the God of Judgment, thanks to his immaterial nature beneath his armor, the entangling cables that had come to block his path through the mess hall came about much to his chagrin. The god swiftly drew his blade, and in one fluid motion, cleaved the wall of spitting wires before him in twine, sending their severed halves writhing across the floor of the room.
Yzazil saw Korraz and Hevar in trouble, but knew that the key to ending the chaos unfolding before him lay beyond the locked door. In a flash of great speed, Yzazil dashed towards the locked barricade, before thrusting his sword into the door! With an audible growl, Yzazil began to get to work with his blade, attempting to slice the door open vertically for them to enter...
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Gaoh let out a quiet whine of pain as he slid across the surface of the moon, but quickly caught himself using his claws. The Fanged Beast King left a series of ruts on the surface of the planetoid from his claws, noting the rain of superheated liquid upon their battlefield. The creature seemed to be unbothered by the heat, but its previous wounds were beginning to catch up with it. Blood continued to drip from the deep cuts and gouges along Gaoh's body, the creature's legs struggling to maintain the beast's balance.
Seeing the Behemoth charging up his violet light of oblivion, Gaoh moved as fast as his waning strength allowed him to. The lupine dashed at immense speeds, generating a massive cloud of dust around Godzilla in an attempt to throw off its aim, allowing the water to intermingle with the dust to create a sickly cloud of wet sediment. Sliding into position behind Godzilla, Gaoh leapt onto the Behemoth's glowing spines, ignoring the pain of the beast's growing heat, before violently jamming his claws into the gaps in the monstrosity's neck in a vain attempt to get the beast to destroy itself...
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Much of Shayatin's body had been damaged form the brutal assault upon her from before; dents had been made in her rubbery armor from the sheer flurry of blows, and one of the horns upon her ghastly helmet had been snapped off from the assault. Shayatin's mind calculated the best course of action as Daeva's blast of destructive wind came upon her. More than likely, it would be difficult to avoid the attack physically, even if she contorted her joints. Similarly, it would be difficult to muscle through the assault using her tendrils or weapons, considering the ki blasts Daeva had proven herself capable of conjuring so far. So Shayatin settled on a much more drastic - but also much less predictable - course of action: she turned her body into a sludge-like substance, and allowed the wind to scatter her!
As the wind died down, Shayatin's sludge-like remains splattered to the earth all around Daeva, giving off the impression of her demise. As the Ninja relaxed, however, the fallen Yakuza suddenly reformed herself behind Daeva! A blackened hand reached for the back of Daeva's neck and grasped with immense strength, before the fallen Yakuza delivered a vicious knee strike to Daeva's spine, nearly folding her in half from the blow!
The strike brought Daeva to her knees, as a terrible searing pain, like the prickling of a thousand needles, radiated from Daeva's neck, followed by an audible sizzling noise. Skin and muscle oozed and melted within Shayatin's grasp, as the fallen Yakuza's hand began to merge itself into her flesh in a sickening display, causing the stabbin, searing pain to penetrate into her entire chest cavity. Shayatin's off-hand reached up and grasped Daeva's helmet, the same sizzling noise filling the air from her touch. The very metal of the Guardian of the Multiverse's armor began to slough off, before Shayatin peeled the basic structure of it back and melting its remains into black sludge within her grasp.
"Impressive," Shayatin said calmly as she observed Daeva's musculature begin to deteriorate along the shoulders. "Truly impressive. Perhaps I was wrong to dismiss your progress. But unfortunately, it is here that your journey ends."
A tendril soon burst from Shayatin's hand and through Daeva's neck, a spray of dark red blood following suit. Shayatin pulled her hand out of Daeva's body with a sickening shwick, chunks of the Guardian's musculature still attached to her hand. A voice soon entered her mind.
"The key has begun to turn. Your quarry has been captured, and the pawn makes his move. Leave the woman; there is still much more to do."
"Of course," Shayatin replied to the voice aloud, before she opened a shimmering rift and stepped through, vanishing from the realm of the ninja...
----
The battle had been struck! The young Yakuza charged into battle against the mass of Mal'akh, creating a terrible conflict that filled the festival chambers!
The mal'akh locked in battle with Vale, distracted by the pain in its leg, was slashed across the chest by her whip! Though its armor sponged much of the slicing damage, the impacts still threw it off-balance, allowing Vale to wrap her weapon around its neck. The beautiful, yet frightening creature howled in pain as the whip tightened, before it grabbed the weapon's length, ignoring as its bladed edge dug into its hide and drew blackened blood that quickly froze from the icy ki, and tugged Vale off her feet and into striking range. With a snarl, the entity raised up a foot and prepared to stomp on her head!
Forced to keep their distance from Alexei due to his immense heat, a group of four Mal'akh attempted to find openings in his defenses, but struggled to close the distance from his staff. As the blast of searing heat fired out and consumed the four of them, forcing them to retreat, one ambushed him from behind and grappled Alexei around the waist, hoisting him up and preparing to throw him into one of the building's walls!
The Mal'akh slammed by Hayden was floored, leaving it dazed from the brutal impact. The creature bellowed in pain as the spear was driven into its chest, before it reached towards Hayden's face and attempted to stab at him with his sword! While this occurred, three more approached Hayden from behind, grabbing at his arms and legs in a big to topple him over and release their ally!
While this occurred, the two Mal'akh that had been damaged by Hayden's and Alexei's initial assault were beginning to recover, and began to circle the chaos to find a good opening to strike...
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As Yzazil fought the wires, Korraz held out her arms to her sides, stopping the moving walls from crushing her and her friends. Her power over electricity battled the wall-creature's own control over the wires, quickly toppling it over as she took hold of them and redirected their power. Multiple explosions and sparks followed as Korraz overloaded the various apparatuses the wires were connected to. If she went on with her sabotaging of the facility's electricity, she had a chance of eventually hurting the monster and pinpointing its location. From there, she could focus electrical assaults directly onto it, using the metallic walls to conduct bolts from her hand.
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Daeva laid face down, unmoving, and barely breathing in a dark pool of her own blood. So much had been evacuated from her body, that it soaked into the grass like water, and spread across the entirety of her being. Her blonde hair was drenched in dirt and red, and hung lifelessly off to one side from the sheer weight of fluid it currently contained. Off in the distance, Daeva could hear the sounds of Dante’s group of students fighting back against an additional force that made it into their realm, as well as the continuous struggle between Aphrodite and Drillgore, the muffled cries of family and friends he had captured... Daeva needed to get up, she had to stand, she was a ninja, a Guardian... She had to protect her home, and everyone in it. But, her strength... It just wasn’t there. Whatever Shayatin had done to her, whatever power she had found all but stripped Daeva’s strength away as if it was nothing. Her regeneration, while hard at work desperately trying to repair the horrific damage, was working far slower than normal, as if it had been stifled, mitigated. The young ninja could barely move, so attempting to even stand right now was out of the question. Somehow, she did manage to clutch a handful of grass with one hand, yet even that simple action sent waves of third degree pain shredding through her body. It pulsated in dozens of heavy groups, “WOMP, WOMP, WOMP, WOMP”. It was as though the sheer pressure was keeping Daeva pinned to the dirt.
By some unspoken miracle, Daeva spastically rolled onto her back, her body trembling violently as it furiously fought against the infected wounds. A huge messy gash had been carved into the side of her neck, and poured blood like a fountain. Her spine felt as though it had been snapped in half and torn out. Daeva’s eyes clouded over as she slipped in and out of consciousness, but she tried her hardest to stay awake; Shayatin would not have the satisfaction of besting her, Daeva would make sure of that. For now though, she just needed to find a way on her feet.
“Aph... Aphro... A-Aphrodite... I’m... I’m in pretty bad shape over here...” Daeva choked on her blood. “I-I need you... C-Can... Can you help?”
“Don’t worry, sis, I’ll be there as soon as I can, right after I’m done cleaning up Drillgore’s mess. Just hang on, okay? Don’t you dare call it quits on me; I’m coming.” Aphrodite responded.
Daeva closed her eyes and took in a breath. It would take a lot more than that to put her down, the traitorous Yakuza would learn that soon enough. Gritting her bloodied teeth, Daeva clawed and pried and howled in agony as she climbed to her knees. With her strength still returning from critical levels, she collapsed to her hands and her knees, and stayed there in a frozen state. Her body shook and screamed all over, but she didn’t falter, even as blood continued to fall.
She clutched the earth, “Dammit Daeva, you need to get up! If Dante could make it back from nothing, then this should be nothing! You’re a ninja, you’re the fastest being in the multiverse, and some lowlife traitor will NOT keep you down! You refuse! GET. UP!” She chastised herself.
Daeva’s eyes glowed brightly to life, as did her entire body. She started to push, further and further she pushed with relentless fury to gather whatever strength she could. Her wounds swiftly healed and vanished as her energy rose, her skin brightened to its natural vibrancy, and the color returned to her being. Clenching her fists tight, Daeva pushed herself off the ground with a determined huff and stood tall. Her hair shimmered in the moonlight as she looked down at her ruined helmet, now nothing more than sliver sludge. Daeva conjured her blade, sheathed it, and then set her attention in the direction of the estate.
“Scratch that, Slivermane, I’m back up. I’d never forgive myself if I left without beating you in darts.” She mused.
“Glad... Glad to here it, Peri. You had me scared for a second there.” Aphrodite said whilst protecting herself from Drillgore’s pummeling.
Daeva raised an eyebrow, “Need me to come lend a hand? I’m already sick of that slimy jerk, and I haven’t even been here long.”
“You and me both, dude! Don’t worry though, I’ve got this, trust me.”
“Okay... But if I get done with my thing before you get done with yours, I’m coming over. See you in a bit.” With that, Daeva stretched her joints and headed to the kingdom.
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Aphrodite focused now on nothing other than avoiding and blocking Drillgore’s relentless attacks. She parried a good deal of them with the broad end of her bow, but had to eat some other ones all the same. While the Quatheral was brutal in his assault, he also wasn’t well trained in the art of restraint. This soon caused for him to overextend and inadvertently leave himself wide open for the goddess to then kick him in the chest. Drillgore tumbled and skipped away as Aphrodite jumped to her feet, dazed and winded, but otherwise okay.
“The only one here doing something that isn’t right, is you.” She threw back. “Intruding in on someone’s home to kidnap two, innocent beings, and then threatening to go on a genocidal rampage after you don’t get your way? Sounds pretty wrong to me. But thankfully,” Aphrodite set her weapon on her back, “I’ve got a fix for all the mess you’ve caused.”
She closed her eyes and clasped her hands gently together. Healing energies flowed up and around her arms with a pleasant, angelic hum. Aphrodite then separated her hands and pointed them at the trapped Yakuza, allowing it to billow into them.
“Be freed from this darkness forever.” Aphrodite peacefully commanded, and like the flip of a switch, the hardened shells of Drillgore’s cocoons started to crack and chip away bit by bit. Soon, enough of it fell away for the people to gasp in relief when fresh air filled their lungs. They started to tear away at the remaining pieces covering their arms, legs, and chests, before smashing out entirely. A lot the Yakuza collapsed to their knees to catch their breaths, while others profusely thanked Aphrodite for setting them free, before casting a collective glare upon the being that trapped them.
“A lot of us here may not be warriors, lady, but we will stand with you all the same.” One man declared.
Aphrodite smiled warmly at them, but shook her head no. “I really appreciate the help, everyone, but I won’t put your lives in any further danger. Take the wounded and the children, and all of you find a safe place inside.”
“But, m’lady-” A woman tried to oppose.
“Go, I’ll see you all soon after I’m finished here, I promise. Get inside, I mean it.”
With hesitation, the group all listened and heeded the goddess’s order, and quickly led one another back towards the kingdom. With them taken care of, Aphrodite turned to face Drillgore and drew her rifle. “It’s just you and me now, Drillgore. No more tricks, either you leave now while you still can, or let’s finish this right here.” She stated.
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The trio were quickly becoming overwhelmed by the Mal’akh squadron, the battle turning messy just moments after it had initially begun. Vale immediately rolled clear from the heavy boot of her attacker, just barely missing having her head flattened. She got to her feet and backed away some to grant herself breathing room. While her focus was primarily on the single Mal’akh stood before her, Vale also kept a close eye on her other teammates and saw that they were currently in some trouble.
Alexei was tossed like a doll into the side of a wall, smashing into it with a meaty BOOM! The young fighter fell to the ground and woozily returned to his feet. Once he did, Alexei found himself faced off against five attackers now, and they were swiftly boxing him in. He spun and twirled and batted them back with his staff, while scorching their flesh with his flaming arm... But he knew that neither would stop them coming for too much longer.
Hayden yelled in anger as he was pinned to the ground by more Mal’akh, but managed to shove the one trying to stab him away with a hefty kick. While his strength did manage for him to stave off them completely overwhelming him, Hayden deep down was praying that something, anything could help them all get out of this. He hoped to the gods that one of the ninjas were here...
Just then, the budding warrior’s prayers were instantly answered when Daeva appeared out of nowhere in front of the trio. Wordlessly, the ninja extended forth one hand and unleashed a small Ki tornado at the Mal’akh swarm, sending them all flying far away backwards from the trainees. Immediately, the gulf in power between them was amazingly apparent, with Daeva having Vale, Hayden, and Alexei outclassed combined, and with a good deal more power to spare.
Vale’s eyes widened, “Princess Daeva! Oh, thank goodness.” She sighed.
Daeva smiled, “Sorry I’m late,” She said as she went to help up Hayden, “I hit a little snag on the way over here. You three alright?”
Alexei nodded and did a little bow, “Yes ma’am, a little banged up, but otherwise okay.”
“We’re even better now that you’re here, your highness.” Hayden replied, starry eyed. Although he knew of, and respected her status and power, he couldn’t help but to have a little crush on Daeva. Her beauty was unlike anything else he’d ever seen, barring Aphrodite. And, she was just so nice and cool and...
“Uh, Hayden?” Alexei spoke, snapping him out of his trance. “You’re drooling, man.”
“That’s putting it mildly.” Vale supported with a slight smirk.
Hayden quickly whipped around to wipe the spit away, swearing to himself. When he turned back around, his face was now redder than a lobster, and he was sweating. “S-Ssorry, your highness, I’m embarrassed you even had to see that.”
Daeva grinned and snickered, “Hey, don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us, right? Besides, I’m a little flattered.” She winked, bringing the young warrior’s spirits up. “Now then, about these guys...” Daeva faced the Mal’akh army, resting her hand upon the hilt of her blade.
“So, we can do this one of two ways: You clowns can either leave with your tails between your legs, or...” Daeva trailed off as she instantly charged her Ultimate Technique, with the trio looking on from behind in awe. “Do you really wanna see if you all can avoid this attack, honestly? Spoiler alert: You won’t.”
By some unspoken miracle, Daeva spastically rolled onto her back, her body trembling violently as it furiously fought against the infected wounds. A huge messy gash had been carved into the side of her neck, and poured blood like a fountain. Her spine felt as though it had been snapped in half and torn out. Daeva’s eyes clouded over as she slipped in and out of consciousness, but she tried her hardest to stay awake; Shayatin would not have the satisfaction of besting her, Daeva would make sure of that. For now though, she just needed to find a way on her feet.
“Aph... Aphro... A-Aphrodite... I’m... I’m in pretty bad shape over here...” Daeva choked on her blood. “I-I need you... C-Can... Can you help?”
“Don’t worry, sis, I’ll be there as soon as I can, right after I’m done cleaning up Drillgore’s mess. Just hang on, okay? Don’t you dare call it quits on me; I’m coming.” Aphrodite responded.
Daeva closed her eyes and took in a breath. It would take a lot more than that to put her down, the traitorous Yakuza would learn that soon enough. Gritting her bloodied teeth, Daeva clawed and pried and howled in agony as she climbed to her knees. With her strength still returning from critical levels, she collapsed to her hands and her knees, and stayed there in a frozen state. Her body shook and screamed all over, but she didn’t falter, even as blood continued to fall.
She clutched the earth, “Dammit Daeva, you need to get up! If Dante could make it back from nothing, then this should be nothing! You’re a ninja, you’re the fastest being in the multiverse, and some lowlife traitor will NOT keep you down! You refuse! GET. UP!” She chastised herself.
Daeva’s eyes glowed brightly to life, as did her entire body. She started to push, further and further she pushed with relentless fury to gather whatever strength she could. Her wounds swiftly healed and vanished as her energy rose, her skin brightened to its natural vibrancy, and the color returned to her being. Clenching her fists tight, Daeva pushed herself off the ground with a determined huff and stood tall. Her hair shimmered in the moonlight as she looked down at her ruined helmet, now nothing more than sliver sludge. Daeva conjured her blade, sheathed it, and then set her attention in the direction of the estate.
“Scratch that, Slivermane, I’m back up. I’d never forgive myself if I left without beating you in darts.” She mused.
“Glad... Glad to here it, Peri. You had me scared for a second there.” Aphrodite said whilst protecting herself from Drillgore’s pummeling.
Daeva raised an eyebrow, “Need me to come lend a hand? I’m already sick of that slimy jerk, and I haven’t even been here long.”
“You and me both, dude! Don’t worry though, I’ve got this, trust me.”
“Okay... But if I get done with my thing before you get done with yours, I’m coming over. See you in a bit.” With that, Daeva stretched her joints and headed to the kingdom.
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Aphrodite focused now on nothing other than avoiding and blocking Drillgore’s relentless attacks. She parried a good deal of them with the broad end of her bow, but had to eat some other ones all the same. While the Quatheral was brutal in his assault, he also wasn’t well trained in the art of restraint. This soon caused for him to overextend and inadvertently leave himself wide open for the goddess to then kick him in the chest. Drillgore tumbled and skipped away as Aphrodite jumped to her feet, dazed and winded, but otherwise okay.
“The only one here doing something that isn’t right, is you.” She threw back. “Intruding in on someone’s home to kidnap two, innocent beings, and then threatening to go on a genocidal rampage after you don’t get your way? Sounds pretty wrong to me. But thankfully,” Aphrodite set her weapon on her back, “I’ve got a fix for all the mess you’ve caused.”
She closed her eyes and clasped her hands gently together. Healing energies flowed up and around her arms with a pleasant, angelic hum. Aphrodite then separated her hands and pointed them at the trapped Yakuza, allowing it to billow into them.
“Be freed from this darkness forever.” Aphrodite peacefully commanded, and like the flip of a switch, the hardened shells of Drillgore’s cocoons started to crack and chip away bit by bit. Soon, enough of it fell away for the people to gasp in relief when fresh air filled their lungs. They started to tear away at the remaining pieces covering their arms, legs, and chests, before smashing out entirely. A lot the Yakuza collapsed to their knees to catch their breaths, while others profusely thanked Aphrodite for setting them free, before casting a collective glare upon the being that trapped them.
“A lot of us here may not be warriors, lady, but we will stand with you all the same.” One man declared.
Aphrodite smiled warmly at them, but shook her head no. “I really appreciate the help, everyone, but I won’t put your lives in any further danger. Take the wounded and the children, and all of you find a safe place inside.”
“But, m’lady-” A woman tried to oppose.
“Go, I’ll see you all soon after I’m finished here, I promise. Get inside, I mean it.”
With hesitation, the group all listened and heeded the goddess’s order, and quickly led one another back towards the kingdom. With them taken care of, Aphrodite turned to face Drillgore and drew her rifle. “It’s just you and me now, Drillgore. No more tricks, either you leave now while you still can, or let’s finish this right here.” She stated.
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The trio were quickly becoming overwhelmed by the Mal’akh squadron, the battle turning messy just moments after it had initially begun. Vale immediately rolled clear from the heavy boot of her attacker, just barely missing having her head flattened. She got to her feet and backed away some to grant herself breathing room. While her focus was primarily on the single Mal’akh stood before her, Vale also kept a close eye on her other teammates and saw that they were currently in some trouble.
Alexei was tossed like a doll into the side of a wall, smashing into it with a meaty BOOM! The young fighter fell to the ground and woozily returned to his feet. Once he did, Alexei found himself faced off against five attackers now, and they were swiftly boxing him in. He spun and twirled and batted them back with his staff, while scorching their flesh with his flaming arm... But he knew that neither would stop them coming for too much longer.
Hayden yelled in anger as he was pinned to the ground by more Mal’akh, but managed to shove the one trying to stab him away with a hefty kick. While his strength did manage for him to stave off them completely overwhelming him, Hayden deep down was praying that something, anything could help them all get out of this. He hoped to the gods that one of the ninjas were here...
Just then, the budding warrior’s prayers were instantly answered when Daeva appeared out of nowhere in front of the trio. Wordlessly, the ninja extended forth one hand and unleashed a small Ki tornado at the Mal’akh swarm, sending them all flying far away backwards from the trainees. Immediately, the gulf in power between them was amazingly apparent, with Daeva having Vale, Hayden, and Alexei outclassed combined, and with a good deal more power to spare.
Vale’s eyes widened, “Princess Daeva! Oh, thank goodness.” She sighed.
Daeva smiled, “Sorry I’m late,” She said as she went to help up Hayden, “I hit a little snag on the way over here. You three alright?”
Alexei nodded and did a little bow, “Yes ma’am, a little banged up, but otherwise okay.”
“We’re even better now that you’re here, your highness.” Hayden replied, starry eyed. Although he knew of, and respected her status and power, he couldn’t help but to have a little crush on Daeva. Her beauty was unlike anything else he’d ever seen, barring Aphrodite. And, she was just so nice and cool and...
“Uh, Hayden?” Alexei spoke, snapping him out of his trance. “You’re drooling, man.”
“That’s putting it mildly.” Vale supported with a slight smirk.
Hayden quickly whipped around to wipe the spit away, swearing to himself. When he turned back around, his face was now redder than a lobster, and he was sweating. “S-Ssorry, your highness, I’m embarrassed you even had to see that.”
Daeva grinned and snickered, “Hey, don’t worry about it, it happens to the best of us, right? Besides, I’m a little flattered.” She winked, bringing the young warrior’s spirits up. “Now then, about these guys...” Daeva faced the Mal’akh army, resting her hand upon the hilt of her blade.
“So, we can do this one of two ways: You clowns can either leave with your tails between your legs, or...” Daeva trailed off as she instantly charged her Ultimate Technique, with the trio looking on from behind in awe. “Do you really wanna see if you all can avoid this attack, honestly? Spoiler alert: You won’t.”
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