NoahFire said
Angel shakes her head and holds him close "Oh my poor Buggy...." She says, sadly. She kisses him repetedly for awhile before just holding him tightly, having missed him alot "God im so glad your OK..." She says and smiles.

"....They told me...Stine had killed you and twilight while I was in there...to break my spirit...to try to get me to die....It almost worked, I planned on not fighting the injection the next time...." Bug says, holding her close.

Floating through space, a massive form unrivaled by the many meteorites that were attracted by it's gravitational force. It floated through a dimensional flux, this form, a space station of incredible size. And yet, those transcendental beings that observed knew it was not, by the definition of the typical fool, a ship at all. For it breathed, a living organism the size of a small planet, every cell within it biological in nature. It's mind, while not sentient in the same sense as a human being, was far more intelligent than any organism found in this universe, capable of complex calculations in the blink of an eye, a biological computer. It's 'skin' was a black carapace, filled with opening and closing 'pores' into which the meteors entered. Stellar dust spiraled into them, devoured in this creatures interstellar journey.

Deep within the heart of the being, past an infinite twisting labyrinth of veins and organs and passageways, at the brain that controlled it all, was a room. And in it sat a girl, smiling, as her hands moved through the translucent pool that contained the thought processes of the being. Hundreds of enzymes reacted, signals moving throughout the massive body at the speed of light. Senses far more developed than the eye moved into full alert, a loud groaning filling the body. Muscles twitched, reminding themselves of their original purpose, as heat filled it's dormant form. Ther very cells that made up the creature increased in activity, a reaction akin in power and efficiency to nuclear fusion powering the monster's core, an organism more complex than any other in the universe. It's race had no name, for it was not of a species. Unique, it had drifted for many years, growing, expanding. And now it was ready.

Below the creature was a world covered in life, easily excited and small. Their life spans measured in years, incomprehensibly small compared to how long this creature could potentially exist. Such tiny creatures, ants squabbling over a clump of mud and stone, in some ways they could be considered pathetic. However, it was not the creature that was calling the shots, as it's organs moved into action, billions of symbiotic beings moving about within it's body, taking care of it's biological functions. Pheromones and gasses were pumped through a variety of specially prepared chambers, as it prepared to comply with the orders of it's mistress, given to it within it's very brain. Obedience was engraved into every cell of it's massive body, disobedience was not an option.

The girl was master of the creature, and it was by her thoughts that it moved. It was her hand that guided it through the darkness of space, which had allowed it to grow. She had named it, the Genesis Devourer. And now it would act once more.

---

Like a meteorite, it flew through the atmosphere, it's carapace heavily resistant the friction that would otherwise have wiped it out.Black in form, wreathed in flames, it was quite a sight for those who occupied the planet. Hundreds of it's kinds, pods, descended from the beast that moved through space far above, too far for it's gravitational pull to have any significant effect. Already gasses leaked from it's inner compartments, as it crashed down into it's chosen area. With a minimum of thought, it released a massive cloud of yellow gas, filling the forest as the wildlife attempted to flee from the unknown predator. large claws extended and latched onto the surface, as tiny microscopic beings were launched into the Earth, exploring the soil of this world. It had no senses to detect it's environment, for it had no need of them. It needed not to see, or hear, or even to think, for that was not it's purpose. It's purpose was only to feed it's 'father', the Genesis Devourer.

The 'gas', a flood of uncountable microscopic creatures, spread out through the air. Originating from pods spread across this globe, they rapidly infected and filled every living and dead organism on the surface of the planet. Wherever the air reached, they reached, as they spread signals. Chemicals moved between them, echoed across the globe, a hive mind the size of which could only be fathomed by lesser lifeforms. Creatures were analyzed and judged, All information was sent to a single room, in the heart of the Genesis Devourer, the microbes replacing the fine senses of smaller creatures, able to completely and utterly analyze every being at once, from it's biological functions to it's thought patterns.

"Nothing but food."

As the order was made, the creatures were already broken down. Screaming, humanoids clawed at the ground, as their organs and limbs seemed to melt to nothing. Cells were broken apart into their base elements, reduced to nothing but that which would be the most healthy for the Genesis Devourer's growth. Experimental tissue to be used and thrown away, a test, and nothing more. An entire civilisation writhed in agony, as within the span of a few hours, it was wiped out. Minerals were extracted from the earth, water was funneled from the oceans, and all life was exterminated.

In the end, all that was left was glass towers, reaching up to the sky. An empty planet, remnants of a civilisation that could never have lived. For on this planet, where water did not exist, and only wasteful or harmful chemicals were present, no life could ever have existed. There was no trace, after all, that any creature had ever walked this planet's surface, that they had developed advanced technology and morals, that they had explored the very stars. All those things, after all, were reduced to nothing but food to feed a being that devoured not planets. It devoured the origin of life itself.

---

The dimensional gates shook, as the were breached. Space became meaningless, a gate opened by a being hosting a black hole within it's body. Impossible, and yet applied through the Genesis Devourer. Massive tentacles extended through these gates, pods launching themselves from the opening pores in the black carapace skin. Hundreds of planets were covered in the gas, as all life was judged within it. Judgement came from that girl, who dwelled at the heart of the beast, who had nurtured it to fruition. And with every world that was devoured, the beast grew, developed, and evolved, guided by the hands of that girl. Life ended, both divine and mortal, magical essenses absorbed into the mass, personal 'heavenly dimensions' breached, only to be absorbed. The anti-genesis, as all life was absorbed into one being. Even those worlds that held the souls of the dead were invaded, as the Genesis Devourer spread it's reach.

thewizardguy said
Floating through space, a massive form unrivaled by the many meteorites that were attracted by it's gravitational force. It floated through a dimensional flux, this form, a space station of incredible size. And yet, those transcendental beings that observed knew it was not, by the definition of the typical fool, a ship at all. For it breathed, a living organism the size of a small planet, every cell within it biological in nature. It's mind, while not sentient in the same sense as a human being, was far more intelligent than any organism found in this universe, capable of complex calculations in the blink of an eye, a biological computer. It's 'skin' was a black carapace, filled with opening and closing 'pores' into which the meteors entered. Stellar dust spiraled into them, devoured in this creatures interstellar journey.Deep within the heart of the being, past an infinite twisting labyrinth of veins and organs and passageways, at the brain that controlled it all, was a room. And in it sat a girl, smiling, as her hands moved through the translucent pool that contained the thought processes of the being. Hundreds of enzymes reacted, signals moving throughout the massive body at the speed of light. Senses far more developed than the eye moved into full alert, a loud groaning filling the body. Muscles twitched, reminding themselves of their original purpose, as heat filled it's dormant form. Ther very cells that made up the creature increased in activity, a reaction akin in power and efficiency to nuclear fusion powering the monster's core, an organism more complex than any other in the universe. It's race had no name, for it was not of a species. Unique, it had drifted for many years, growing, expanding. And now it was ready.Below the creature was a world covered in life, easily excited and small. Their life spans measured in years, incomprehensibly small compared to how long this creature could potentially exist. Such tiny creatures, ants squabbling over a clump of mud and stone, in some ways they could be considered pathetic. However, it was not the creature that was calling the shots, as it's organs moved into action, billions of symbiotic beings moving about within it's body, taking care of it's biological functions. Pheromones and gasses were pumped through a variety of specially prepared chambers, as it prepared to comply with the orders of it's mistress, given to it within it's very brain. Obedience was engraved into every cell of it's massive body, disobedience was not an option.The girl was master of the creature, and it was by her thoughts that it moved. It was her hand that guided it through the darkness of space, which had allowed it to grow. She had named it, the Genesis Devourer. And now it would act once more.Like a meteorite, it flew through the atmosphere, it's carapace heavily resistant the friction that would otherwise have wiped it out.Black in form, wreathed in flames, it was quite a sight for those who occupied the planet. Hundreds of it's kinds, pods, descended from the beast that moved through space far above, too far for it's gravitational pull to have any significant effect. Already gasses leaked from it's inner compartments, as it crashed down into it's chosen area. With a minimum of thought, it released a massive cloud of yellow gas, filling the forest as the wildlife attempted to flee from the unknown predator. large claws extended and latched onto the surface, as tiny microscopic beings were launched into the Earth, exploring the soil of this world. It had no senses to detect it's environment, for it had no need of them. It needed not to see, or hear, or even to think, for that was not it's purpose. It's purpose was only to feed it's 'father', the Genesis Devourer.The 'gas', a flood of uncountable microscopic creatures, spread out through the air. Originating from pods spread across this globe, they rapidly infected and filled every living and dead organism on the surface of the planet. Wherever the air reached, they reached, as they spread signals. Chemicals moved between them, echoed across the globe, a hive mind the size of which could only be fathomed by lesser lifeforms. Creatures were analyzed and judged, All information was sent to a single room, in the heart of the Genesis Devourer, the microbes replacing the fine senses of smaller creatures, able to completely and utterly analyze every being at once, from it's biological functions to it's thought patterns."Nothing but food."As the order was made, the creatures were already broken down. Screaming, humanoids clawed at the ground, as their organs and limbs seemed to melt to nothing. Cells were broken apart into their base elements, reduced to nothing but that which would be the most healthy for the Genesis Devourer's growth. Experimental tissue to be used and thrown away, a test, and nothing more. An entire civilisation writhed in agony, as within the span of a few hours, it was wiped out. Minerals were extracted from the earth, water was funneled from the oceans, and all life was exterminated. In the end, all that was left was glass towers, reaching up to the sky. An empty planet, remnants of a civilisation that could never have lived. For on this planet, where water did not exist, and only wasteful or harmful chemicals were present, no life could ever have existed. There was no trace, after all, that any creature had ever walked this planet's surface, that they had developed advanced technology and morals, that they had explored the very stars. All those things, after all, were reduced to nothing but food to feed a being that devoured not planets. It devoured the origin of life itself.The dimensional gates shook, as the were breached. Space became meaningless, a gate opened by a being hosting a black hole within it's body. Impossible, and yet applied through the Genesis Devourer. Massive tentacles extended through these gates, pods launching themselves from the opening pores in the black carapace skin. Hundreds of planets were covered in the gas, as all life was judged within it. Judgement came from that girl, who dwelled at the heart of the beast, who had nurtured it to fruition. And with every world that was devoured, the beast grew, developed, and evolved, guided by the hands of that girl. Life ended, both divine and mortal, magical essenses absorbed into the mass, personal 'heavenly dimensions' breached, only to be absorbed. The anti-genesis, as all life was absorbed into one being. Even those worlds that held the souls of the dead were invaded, as the Genesis Devourer spread it's reach.

The realm of the forsaken, fell fast, and fell hard to the monster, their great leader nothing but dust now...or...that is how one would expect this to go. No, Not quite.....

When the creature arrived, it arrived during a great battle, engulfing the entire small realm in a energy bubble, which lashed out at the creature, burning and rending its flesh. The energy field expands slowly, but surely.

supertinyking said
"....They told me...Stine had killed you and twilight while I was in there...to break my spirit...to try to get me to die....It almost worked, I planned on not fighting the injection the next time...." Bug says, holding her close.

"You poor thing... Im so sorry." Angel says and starts to cry. She holds him close, tightly "Its OK now... Twilight and I are fine." Angel says annd wipes away her tears, letting go of the hug and smiling at him. "We have a few new friends." Angel says and stomps on the floor, It crawls out of a hole in the wall and yawns. He looks at Bug with big curious eyes. "This is it. It... Bug." Angel says motioning from Bug to It. It nods and walks over to Bug "Bu...hg..." It says and smiles. "He cant talk well." Angel says.

NoahFire said
"You poor thing... Im so sorry." Angel says and starts to cry. She holds him close, tightly "Its OK now... Twilight and I are fine." Angel says annd wipes away her tears, letting go of the hug and smiling at him. "We have a few new friends." Angel says and stomps on the floor, It crawls out of a hole in the wall and yawns. He looks at Bug with big curious eyes. "This is it. It... Bug." Angel says motioning from Bug to It. It nods and walks over to Bug "Bu...hg..." It says and smiles. "He cant talk well." Angel says.

"...Hia It....." Bug says, tilting his head slightly. "You have an odd smell to you..smells..sorta..like....DAD! Oh crap I need to tell the rest of my family I'm ok!" Bug says, before vanishing.

supertinyking said
"...Hia It....." Bug says, tilting his head slightly. "You have an odd smell to you..smells..sorta..like....DAD! Oh crap I need to tell the rest of my family I'm ok!" Bug says, before vanishing.

Angel follows after him, bringing Twilight and It with her, not meaning to bring It but he had just tagged along.

A massive tentacle-like appendage extends into the realm. It's skin is black and hard, and yet seems oddly flexible. A single plate which molds and changes it's shape, massive pores opening in it seeming at random to reveal a large structure within it. From these pores drop the strange pods, but these are different. They look like seeds, a complete black shell, with a group of clawed limbs at the top, the long, spiked fingers grabbing the bottom edge of the pod. As they land, the seed seems to attach itself to the ground, the spiked limbs latching onto the ground. The seed opens up sideways, like a flower, long leaf-like shapes turning into a flower on the floor, even as large clouds of micro-organisms are released. Even in this environment, with no air to speak of, they seem to move around, and the life force shared among them instantly disturbs the balance in this world that was meant for the dead.

These microorganisms are burned and torn apart, and yet the energy seems to hardly bother them. Immense pressure and heat seem to merely bother them, nearly indestructible as they float among the colliding energies. The tentacle itself, high above, is far outside the sphere's influence, more pods being spread around the realm, it's inhabitants, all of whom have already died, completely unaffected by these creatures. It seems, for the moment, at least, as if this creature has no way of harming the souls of the fallen, meant only to destroy the living. However, even as life spreads through it, the organisms begin to organize strangely. Even visible to the human eye, some begin reflecting light, as patterns seemed to form in the sky. Manifesting, and channeled through the cooperation of these massive floods of beings, individually far too small to be seen by the human eye. Massive symbols of power, as magic circles of untold size appear on the ground and the sky. Symbols and runes, both known and unknown, from styles of magic all around the multiverse, as the entirety of the realm of the dead becomes one massive spell channeling device. Even the weakest of mages, handed such great equipment, could perform great feats.

However, the one thing that was missing was the spark of magic to activate the symbols. Threatening as the symbols are, they do nothing unless a magically skilled individual were to use them. And then, a man walks in through a portal, cloaked in magical power. He wears a pare of pointed black shades over a pale face. He seemed to drink in the aura of death. Each hand was pale and white, tipped with delicate claws, wrapped in bandages covered in runes. His lips were black, and he wore a medallion bearing the semblance of a pair of wings on a skull, a ruby in the skull's mouth. His trench coat reaches the ground, and seems almost to sink into it, strangely moving as if it had a life of it's own. The man smiles, revealing pointed teeth, and as he speaks two voices can be heard, strangely overlapping. "This world is a part of the division between life and death, a curse upon the name of the eternal creator and preserver of a broken balance. Those who dwell within it are torn into the chains of death, not granted eternal life, within which is encompassed an infinite existence. What foolishness."

thewizardguy said
A massive tentacle-like appendage extends into the realm. It's skin is black and hard, and yet seems oddly flexible. A single plate which molds and changes it's shape, massive pores opening in it seeming at random to reveal a large structure within it. From these pores drop the strange pods, but these are different. They look like seeds, a complete black shell, with a group of clawed limbs at the top, the long, spiked fingers grabbing the bottom edge of the pod. As they land, the seed seems to attach itself to the ground, the spiked limbs latching onto the ground. The seed opens up sideways, like a flower, long leaf-like shapes turning into a flower on the floor, even as large clouds of micro-organisms are released. Even in this environment, with no air to speak of, they seem to move around, and the life force shared among them instantly disturbs the balance in this world that was meant for the dead.These microorganisms are burned and torn apart, and yet the energy seems to hardly bother them. Immense pressure and heat seem to merely bother them, nearly indestructible as they float among the colliding energies. The tentacle itself, high above, is far outside the sphere's influence, more pods being spread around the realm, it's inhabitants, all of whom have already died, completely unaffected by these creatures. It seems, for the moment, at least, as if this creature has no way of harming the souls of the fallen, meant only to destroy the living. However, even as life spreads through it, the organisms begin to organize strangely. Even visible to the human eye, some begin reflecting light, as patterns seemed to form in the sky. Manifesting, and channeled through the cooperation of these massive floods of beings, individually far too small to be seen by the human eye. Massive symbols of power, as magic circles of untold size appear on the ground and the sky. Symbols and runes, both known and unknown, from styles of magic all around the multiverse, as the entirety of the realm of the dead becomes one massive spell channeling device. Even the weakest of mages, handed such great equipment, could perform great feats.However, the one thing that was missing was the spark of magic to activate the symbols. Threatening as the symbols are, they do nothing unless a magically skilled individual were to use them. And then, a man walks in through a portal, cloaked in magical power. He wears a pare of pointed black shades over a pale face. He seemed to drink in the aura of death. Each hand was pale and white, tipped with delicate claws, wrapped in bandages covered in runes. His lips were black, and he wore a medallion bearing the semblance of a pair of wings on a skull, a ruby in the skull's mouth. His trench coat reaches the ground, and seems almost to sink into it, strangely moving as if it had a life of it's own. The man smiles, revealing pointed teeth, and as he speaks two voices can be heard, strangely overlapping. "This world is a part of the division between life and death, a curse upon the name of the eternal creator and preserver of a broken balance. Those who dwell within it are torn into the chains of death, not granted eternal life, within which is encompassed an infinite existence. What foolishness."

At these spoken words, and the spreading of the parasites, the orb of energy vanishes almost instantly. In the large sphere, stands two people. One man who seemed to be made out of wood, and a woman, who seemed to be a bee fanatic, due to her yellow and black dress. Both stop their fighting, and turn to the creature and man.
"....What gibberish are you spewing?" The woman asks, angered.
"Eternal creator?" The wooden man asks, curious, and not at all angered.

"Bug? Bug!!" The vampire shouted once he realized Bug had gone. "Damnit. He took off." The vampire sighed heavily and pressed a finger to his forehead. There was no way he could help or hinder the chameleon witch before him, so he didn't. "Excuse me, Camillia, but I'm going to go somewhere nice for once."

Under his own power, and because i say so, Mithias teleports himself to a nice tropical island on some nice, unadulterated world, somewhere. "Ah..." He says as the sun is setting. "Perfect timing. Now, if i just rig a hammock, I can relax for a whole night." Seconds later, a black pod landed on the beach, making a big ruckus and blowing sand up everywhere with its impact.

"Bloody hell!" >.<

The pod of course opens, and a mist of microscopic flesh-eating fuck-you is released, momentarily ruining Mithia's otherwise perfect get-away. "What the Fu-??!" was all the vampire-demon being could get out before he was reduced to slime. Re-forming, he stood up, his flesh now hardened and impenetrable, "...-ing HELL was that?!" Sneering, he looked up to the sky bitterly. The trees around him died, the animals melted, and Mithias was pretty upset about it all. "nah-uh. Not today. Not where I decide to take a bloody nap!" Sprouting a pair of wings, he grabbed the pod and lifted it, dragging it back up through the air at amazing speed. Momentum alone would carry the two of them into space. He'd find the portal or ship that this accursed pod had come out of and pay its maker a visit.

A portal still lingered near the stratosphere. Mithias and his pod dove right in.

-near the base of the volcano,Teo is spat out a portal-

Now where the heck did that dimensional rift take me?
He then sees the volcano,and is well,disappointed ;Ahh great,a volcano,well,I should be happy that it wasn't under the sea.
Now,what the hell are those!
He then gets his goggles on to try and analyze it ,MAGIC DETECTED,it printed out on the goggles glass;note
To self,get working on anti mana grenades

supertinyking said
"Ahh, well I would like to inform you A. You're a moron for attempting to kill that small girl. B. Me and Kilroy managed to repel that odd monster from your castle, but that other fellow with the gauntlet fell in battle it seems." Clayman says, waiting for a kick or a punch.

None comes. Mandy smirks. "You... Say I'm a moron? Hmm..." She thinks. "It seems we shall receive no more trouble from Drac... Very well, I'm heading into my old base to find something to kill Him... Explain why I'm a moron on the way." She then walks off, giving it the choice to follow or not.

The man extends both of his arms to his sides, as a wave of power floods through the world. Every rune, every circle of power, every powerful symbol activates itself, the combined life force of all these creatures seeming to transform into a massive magical amplifier. While none of the creatures possessed magic of their own, they offered their combined soular force, and the sudden magical pressure was immense. Even a weak mage would be a frightful force granted such an environment, but this man was by no means weak, his aura shining with the power of death, and strangely, syncing with that of life. The shades of the world seem to fade, their souls shaken. "The process of death and reincarnation is an endless cycle, life and death in eternal broken balance. And yet here, trapped souls remain, retaining their form. However, is it not infinitely beautiful, the reforming and channeling of life into death, and death into life? The forming of our very existence from the body and mind of the eternal creator. Is it not the purest of desires to break this cycle, and to create a world of pure life and death?"

A wave of power shakes the world, as a staff manifests in the man's hand, tipped with a skull with rubies for eyes, both of which seem to glow profusely. Large black swan wings seem to extend from his back, black as the darkest night, and in them the two see both the beginning and the end of their existence. Soular power echoes around him, as he utters a word that cannot be spoken. A word of power in a language no mortal tongue could utter, the language in which the barest truths of the multiverse are described, which holds the power to shape reality itself. The Primal Tongue. And as his voice echoes, screams echo with it, as thousands of lost souls are torn to pieces, their souls ripped apart, made one with the soular stream of energy, seemingly returned to their base elements. Leeroy and Honey (yeah, I know who they are) are forced to the ground, as their very own souls are tattered and torn, life energy drawn from them in this massive destructive ritual.

At the end of it all, as vision returns to both of the combatants, the world is empty. They float in a void, with no meaning or place. The Realm of the Fallen has been completely disconnected from the stream of life, and not even the Stream of Souls, from which all life originated, flowed through this location. No new souls could be formed here, and no soular energy would move through here. It was as if the very stream of life, which is supposed to be all-permeating, has been diverted to ignore this location, to some unspeakable and mysterious end. The air feels dead, no, not dead. Empty. Like the void. And both Honey and Leeroy can sense that this dimension, which was formed from the energy of the Soular Stream, was slowly collapsing into the Void, and that it would be a bad idea to stay here when it did.

---

Information from thousands of worlds filtered through her mind, processed by a biological computer created for exactly such a task. Speaking was inefficient, and her judgement was directed straight through her mind. It was tiring, going through all this worthless garbage, all those lower lifeforms that thought they were something special, just because they'd evolved from a self-replicating protein. The sheer quantity of beings in this multiverse was staggering, and any lesser mind might have given up any attempts to process all those thoughts at the same point. However, even the power of this specialised thought engine was buckling at the task, esspecially when it was introduced to species with great individual mutation factors, causing many beings toi become unique in and of themself, requiring individual analysis. It was a massive pain, and thus, the girl thought, she could hardly be blamed for missing the actual interesting tidbits every now and then.

Moments after it had been destroyed, a report about a lifeform with mysterious and ever-changing biological functions were brought to her attention. The one interesting creature in ages, and she'd let the Cleaners loose on it. Luckily, this mysterious lifeform had regenerated the damage dealt to it. Not only that, but it was moving rapidly towards a portal, as if it WANTED to be captured. It was quite an impressive display of stupidity, but one must always take into account that even with such unique genetics it did not indicate an advanced thought process, and preparations were soon made. The entirety of the Genesis Devourer was built to host the captured beings, and at the girl's whims, the portal shifted location, as well as the entirety of the creature reforming itself to suit her needs. Now she would finally be able to do something INTERESTING! It was about time, after all.

---

At the other side of the portal, Mithias finds himself in a massive room, the walls composed of a black metal-like material. The same material as the pod which he still held, the large leaf-like walls flopping to the ground even as the claw-like appendages reached for a ground they were no longer attached to. However, Mithias' unique genetics immediately detected that this area was completely and utterly stuffed with a variety of microorganisms, although, unlike the ones before, they weren't damaging you. However, there was still the issue that Mithias was in a room with no visible door, and that these microorganisms might have a variety of purposes he was unaware of. While no damage was being dealt, each breath was a fresh invasion, and the knowledge that the very air could turn lethal gave a distinct feeling of vulnerability. It was an attack that was nearly impossible to defend against, especially with limited knowledge on the workings of these microorganisms.

Akihisa Yoshii said
None comes. Mandy smirks. "You... Say I'm a moron? Hmm..." She thinks. "It seems we shall receive no more trouble from Drac... Very well, I'm heading into my old base to find something to kill Him... Explain why I'm a moron on the way." She then walks off, giving it the choice to follow or not.

He does follow.
"You almost destroyed a powerful weapon against him...." The creature chuckles, wickedly.

thewizardguy said
The man extends both of his arms to his sides, as a wave of power floods through the world. Every rune, every circle of power, every powerful symbol activates itself, the combined life force of all these creatures seeming to transform into a massive magical amplifier. While none of the creatures possessed magic of their own, they offered their combined soular force, and the sudden magical pressure was immense. Even a weak mage would be a frightful force granted such an environment, but this man was by no means weak, his aura shining with the power of death, and strangely, syncing with that of life. The shades of the world seem to fade, their souls shaken. "The process of death and reincarnation is an endless cycle, life and death in eternal broken balance. And yet here, trapped souls remain, retaining their form. However, is it not infinitely beautiful, the reforming and channeling of life into death, and death into life? The forming of our very existence from the body and mind of the eternal creator. Is it not the purest of desires to break this cycle, and to create a world of pure life and death?"A wave of power shakes the world, as a staff manifests in the man's hand, tipped with a skull with rubies for eyes, both of which seem to glow profusely. Large black swan wings seem to extend from his back, black as the darkest night, and in them the two see both the beginning and the end of their existence. Soular power echoes around him, as he utters a word that cannot be spoken. A word of power in a language no mortal tongue could utter, the language in which the barest truths of the multiverse are described, which holds the power to shape reality itself. The Primal Tongue. And as his voice echoes, screams echo with it, as thousands of lost souls are torn to pieces, their souls ripped apart, made one with the soular stream of energy, seemingly returned to their base elements. Leeroy and Honey (yeah, I know who they are) are forced to the ground, as their very own souls are tattered and torn, life energy drawn from them in this massive destructive ritual. At the end of it all, as vision returns to both of the combatants, the world is empty. They float in a void, with no meaning or place. The Realm of the Fallen has been completely disconnected from the stream of life, and not even the Stream of Souls, from which all life originated, flowed through this location. No new souls could be formed here, and no soular energy would move through here. It was as if the very stream of life, which is supposed to be all-permeating, has been diverted to ignore this location, to some unspeakable and mysterious end. The air feels dead, no, not dead. Empty. Like the void. And both Honey and Leeroy can sense that this dimension, which was formed from the energy of the Soular Stream, was slowly collapsing into the Void, and that it would be a bad idea to stay here when it did.

With Leeroy and Honey near the center of the small dimension, as the field started to expand, Honey's eyes turn pure black, and Leeroy's eyes (or where his eyes would be) turn white.
"Total agreement. Threat detected." They both say, as one, and they rush forward, Honey's left hand forward, Leeroy's right hand forward. When their hands touched the field, the shimmer of metal cover their hands for but a second....

There was a moment, where nothing happened.....

The field turns into electricity, frying the microorganisms, and giving the man who had cast the whole spell a rapid, and extremely bad shock, before the two begin to lob large amounts of energies blasts at the man and the creature, as the rest of the realm rushed to their aid, attacking with energy as well.

Is that another porTAAAAA!

Teo screams as he is pulled out of that world and into another world,in the same room the vampire was taken to.

AAL!oh god,that was FUN!

He then sees mithias.

Hi there

The vampire was fairly tall, almost white skin, long black hair, and this time had two large bat-like wings. His red eyes stared at the new, random person, sizing him up. He tried to decide if Teo was friend, foe, or some random dude who was getting shot through a buttload of portals like he used to. Mithias dropped the pod and cautiously walked over. He blinked. "Hello. Who are you?"

supertinyking said
He does follow. "You almost destroyed a powerful weapon against him...." The creature chuckles, wickedly.

"Hmm..." Mandy thinks. "True. It is possible in my rage I overlooked that she could be useful... Though, to be perfectly fair, she did get into my collection, and helped Him steal possibly one of the most unique items in my possession..." Mandy looks forward during this entire talk, and lays her hand on a panel when they come to a door, a light illuminating briefly before the door opens and she steps through. "And to be clear... nobody... gets into my collection."

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In the Genesis Devourer, in the very room where the woman/creature/whatever guided the gargantuan beast, a figure appears. The beast, for with the pure Evil emanating from it there is no possible way it could be anything but so, cleared it's throat. Though instead of a hand it held a claw to it's mouth, and along with it's skin it's suit was red, with a white, fluffy collar, and it had a curled beard. It wore black sunglasses, which currently were moved up into it's short black hair, showing it to have red irises with green sclera. Any attempt made to remove the creature, to relocate it, even to kill it... was met with an extreme force that kept it from doing so. As if, by sheer force of will, the creature was keeping itself from being dealt with until it was finally given what it wanted, which was to talk to the person controlling the Genesis Devourer.

Oh me.

The 13 year old stood up,and put hiss goggles on his forehead

I'm just Teo,The mad hatter cartoon logic mad scientist .

And I assume you are a vampire

Teoinsanity said
Oh me.The 13 year old stood up,and put hiss goggles on his forehead I'm just Teo,The mad hatter cartoon logic mad scientist .And I assume you are a vampire

Mithias was quite impressed with all the information he had just gotten. "Yes. I suppose I would still call myself that. My name is Mithias, and I'm very upset about having my world devoured by the gas in this infernal black pod. I am supposed to be on vacation." He looked Teo up and down, careful to assume anything about him. "Would you know anything about it, scientist?"

He gets his goggles on,and starts scanning it.

It seem to be some sort of Bio-tech,Biological technology,would you happen to have a sample of the gas?