As Teo rushes at the cloud of nanites, cloaked in a curtain of flames, he's blinded by a bright white flash. Energy shoots through the air, an explosion of Soular Power, a beam of the brightest white, focused by inhuman will. The very air seemed to boil, and Teo was forced to swerve aside, where he not to be hit by the attack himself. And yet, as the light cleared, a different figure became visible. Dressed in a black suit, skin the colour of copper, mouth twisted into an uncharacteristic smile. There, hung the Noah, top hat cocked sideways, cloaked in power. The air seemed to shimmer, the ground seemed to tremble, as laughter echoed through the air. Lightning crossed across Tyki's chest, growing more powerful with each burst, as his eyes glowed the brightest of purple. "You..... Are one..... Stupid..... MOTHERFUCKER!" With an explosive burst, lightning seems to streak in all directions, homing in on all sources of life. A bright explosion of Soular Power, powered only by Killroy's attack, resonating with 5's Soul. Like a multiplier, he channelled and increased the power output, into a volley of unbearable strength. Teo was wrapped in energy, streaming across him and smashing his soul, as he's thrown to the ground, mind and body receiving blow after blow. After several moments, he found his body and mind intact, saved by his own Cartoon Energy. However, his Soul was severely weakened, and he didn't have much energy left. Were he to use up too much power now, he would become no more than a human until he could recharge, completely vulnerable to the attacks of the world. Kilroy himself was in a similar predicament, as the explosion had ripped him apart. His cultivated soul seemed to have broken to bits, his work wasted, the damage no longer echoed in his mind and body. Instead, concentrated on this core of energy, he had lost it all to it's own failed resonation. The worst part being that he knew it was completely his own fault, wielding Soular power against an enemy he had known to be capable of absorbing and redirecting it. Floating in front of Kilroy was Tyki, balls of lightning in each hand. "Shall we end this, foolish little toaster?"

"I've...f-fa-fa-fa-" Kilroy began, his body damaged, his soul shattered, but still somewhat together.... 5 began to feel a coldness pass over, as what appears to be a dark mist passes over Kilroy...... "One of us, is in big trouble." A familiar, feminine voice calls out from behind him....when the mist passes, Kilroy's soul is replaced with a large purple orb..and he dashes forwards, not of his own accord.... "Soul bomb!" He shouts, before exploding in a purple orb, it expanding rapidly...enveloping part of 5, and unless he breaks himself apart, it would envelop him...and his soul shards were taken too. Kilroy, was apperently no more... And Minx, had come to play....And she. Was. PISSED.

As Mithias grabbed a hold of Bug, a knocking echoed through the town. It was a strange sound, reverberating, seeming to come from all directions at once. There was a rythm, hard to pick up through the echoes, of this impossible sound. And yet, after about ten seconds, Mithias realized the origin of the sound. It was the sound of over a thousand people tap dancing, perfectly in rythm, in their very own living rooms. With a single resounding click, the lights turned on around the entire town. Dark streets were lit up as if it were daylight, as lights switched on simultaneously, door opening, curtains being shoved aside. And on the end of the street stood a figure, dressed in an elegant black suit, trimmed with gold. A frock coat reached down to his calves, as Gabriel slowly tipped up his top hat, revealing a single bright red eye. 'Oh come now. Did I really raise you to be this stupid, boy?' Grinning, the Elder Vampire revealed row upon row of teeth, glinting in the light, as cheers echoed across the town, as the entire population rushed out of their doors, leaning out of windows, screaming and shouting, laughing and clapping, hundreds of stereos playing the same song. 'Shinedown - Enemies.' Through the flickering haze of worlds glimpsed, through the warped surface of a broken mirror, Bug looked up. And at the end of a street stood a man, clad in an aura of bright green power. Blonde hair framed a pale white face, an arrogant smile on his face. A thick black gauntlet clad his right hand, long claws ending in wicked points. His suit of armour was dark green, the color shifting and twisting, glowing with the power of the Nether Realm. "Let me show you just how real I am, boy!"

"No.." Bug starts, backing away, his face draining color. "No no no no no no no......" He stood, and began to crawl up the wall, backwards, begining to sweat. "Ne-...ne-...." Bug's mind began to race..... Was this memories...or was this hell? Was his father corrupted? Or was that a false image? Doubt, fear, pain, anxiety, confusion...all raced though Bug's poor mind..... Then, something just sorta...snaps. He crawls down the wall, and begins to walk over to this apparent...thing.....A amalgamation of two fathers. "........" Bug stares up at this thing...waiting for most likely its apparent move, what he was expecting if the thing fought like Drac... A grapple into a right hook, before being tossed into the nearest building.

As Teo rushes at the cloud of nanites, cloaked in a curtain of flames, he's blinded by a bright white flash. Energy shoots through the air, an explosion of Soular Power, a beam of the brightest white, focused by inhuman will. The very air seemed to boil, and Teo was forced to swerve aside, where he not to be hit by the attack himself. And yet, as the light cleared, a different figure became visible. Dressed in a black suit, skin the colour of copper, mouth twisted into an uncharacteristic smile. There, hung the Noah, top hat cocked sideways, cloaked in power. The air seemed to shimmer, the ground seemed to tremble, as laughter echoed through the air. Lightning crossed across Tyki's chest, growing more powerful with each burst, as his eyes glowed the brightest of purple. "You..... Are one..... Stupid..... MOTHERFUCKER!" With an explosive burst, lightning seems to streak in all directions, homing in on all sources of life. A bright explosion of Soular Power, powered only by Killroy's attack, resonating with 5's Soul. Like a multiplier, he channelled and increased the power output, into a volley of unbearable strength. Teo was wrapped in energy, streaming across him and smashing his soul, as he's thrown to the ground, mind and body receiving blow after blow. After several moments, he found his body and mind intact, saved by his own Cartoon Energy. However, his Soul was severely weakened, and he didn't have much energy left. Were he to use up too much power now, he would become no more than a human until he could recharge, completely vulnerable to the attacks of the world. Kilroy himself was in a similar predicament, as the explosion had ripped him apart. His cultivated soul seemed to have broken to bits, his work wasted, the damage no longer echoed in his mind and body. Instead, concentrated on this core of energy, he had lost it all to it's own failed resonation. The worst part being that he knew it was completely his own fault, wielding Soular power against an enemy he had known to be capable of absorbing and redirecting it. Floating in front of Kilroy was Tyki, balls of lightning in each hand. "Shall we end this, foolish little toaster?"

((Uh, didn't tiny say the d.gray-man universe was off-limits?))

As Ven moves through space, he sees the large flux in the distance, a warped area in space which housed Mia's labaratory. This had once been the location of Stein's first lab, off the Soul Eater homeworld. Using the sheer emotional power of hundreds of torture victims, Mia had created a warp in space, a seperate pocket dimension existing outside of this one, hanging perilously out into the Void. A fortress, nearly impossible to breach, guarded not only by the Void Energies that popped out of nowhere in the area around the Laboratory, but also by Avatars of Pain, creatures of emotional energy ripped from the Plane of Chaos. Fed with the pain and fear of hundreds, these great creatures brought with them a little shard of Dark Woods Circus. A little shard was enough, however.....

"Woah..she really went all out..now, I wonder what's the easiest way to get in..." Ven says to himself as he approaches the flux, now simply surveying the area for any sort of "safe" way to get into Mia's laboratory. While he searches, he makes sure to stay well away from her defenses, the Avatars of Pain certainly seeming like they'd overpower the young keyblade wielder if he tried to engage them in combat.

((For everybody's attention, and despite Matt hating me for dragging OOC into the IC, I felt like this is important enough. The D-Gray man universe is re-allowed...the information on which I based the ban was bull sheit....*Glances at Tyki (the rper, not the character.)* As is the star craft universe...pretty much anything is allowed. Carry on... -The King.))

Even as the explosion occurred, 5 seemed to hold it at bay, a wall of force launching Kilroy away, together with the energy he emitted, a shield composed of vacuum and kinetic force blocking any physical phenomena. His own soular manipulation redirected any soular elements of the attack, warping them into just another power source for this mysterious being. As Minx emerged, 5 simply smiled, his form shifting to mimic that of Kilroy. 'Another one? I've already killed two. You have a minute, darling. All of you foolish little creatures, always living in the now, not realizing what your true priorities are. It seems your friend has forgotten, too....' The ground begins to tremble, as a strange energy shakes the ground. The very air trembles, as great chasms open up in the floor. In the distance, great winged beasts can be seen, growing rapidly closer, auras of powerful divine energy emanating from them. And yet, all of this power was eclipsed nearly instantly. From beneath, a vast aura could be felt, something unspeakable, something unimaginable. It was a mere glimpse, liek looking at the son through a keyhole. The very fabric of reality started shivering, as white light shot from deep beneath the Earth, entire areas seeming to start phasing out of this reality. 'London Bridge is falling down. And you're on it.'

Drac sighed, as he looked over to Bug. 'You always were far too melodramatic. Really, I should have abandoned you a long time ago. But I'm a kind man, I felt that I had to keep even a sorry wretch like you. Had I known how badly you'd fail, I would never have accepted you as my son, but left you right there to face the humans you enraged.' he walks forward, smiling sadly, energy playing across his armaments, and yet not focused into any truly offensive form. 'I've got some explaining to do, Bug. This place? I found something here, something that's changed my mind about a lot of things. And I've got a lot of things to explain to you.' Gabriel smiled, as he held up one hand. Hundreds of innocent humans wandered into the streets, wielding pots, pans, and knives, the occasional old rifle. Policemen seemed to be handing out shotguns, as the horde of makeshift soldiers wandered towards Mithias, mindless, oblivious to the world around them. They smiled, happy, their eyes glazed over, even as the first shots were fired. 'Do you really think you can hunt me, boy? You can't even tell what's real, and what isn't!'

Bug frowned slightly, and one hand clenched into a fist. "...You're not my father. He would never speak like that...He didn't hold himself so high." Bug says....before pulling back a fist, and throwing it forwards, aiming to clock Drac, or the Drac esq thing, in the jaw. This thing wasn't his father, and if it was, well, something was manipulating him. Bug knew Drac. He wasn't arrogant, not in that sense......

Drac sighed, as he looked over to Bug. 'You always were far too melodramatic. Really, I should have abandoned you a long time ago. But I'm a kind man, I felt that I had to keep even a sorry wretch like you. Had I known how badly you'd fail, I would never have accepted you as my son, but left you right there to face the humans you enraged.' he walks forward, smiling sadly, energy playing across his armaments, and yet not focused into any truly offensive form. 'I've got some explaining to do, Bug. This place? I found something here, something that's changed my mind about a lot of things. And I've got a lot of things to explain to you.' Gabriel smiled, as he held up one hand. Hundreds of innocent humans wandered into the streets, wielding pots, pans, and knives, the occasional old rifle. Policemen seemed to be handing out shotguns, as the horde of makeshift soldiers wandered towards Mithias, mindless, oblivious to the world around them. They smiled, happy, their eyes glazed over, even as the first shots were fired. 'Do you really think you can hunt me, boy? You can't even tell what's real, and what isn't!'

Mithias sneered and clenched a fist. He hated this guy. Even as Bug seemed to be mentally lost an walking toward what he thought was Drac, Mithias was preparing his attack. "You have no power over me any longer, 'father.' If you did, I wouldn't remember all the lives you've toyed with and destroyed. I would be an empty doll, just another of your playthings." He stood straight, ignoring the few random bullets whizzing by. A never before seen ferocity was in his eyes, lighting them brilliantly. His muscles were flexed with hot fury. ie. Mithias was really angry. "I am stronger than you, immune to your control, and I can catch you. Do you think you have a chance merely because you will throw a few lives down in my path? The few that would die today are worth the many that you would kill if you continued to walk the Earth. You have to concentrate to control all these humans. Do you think you can do that AND run, fiend? No crowd of mortals is going to be fast enough to get in my way even if you do." Mithias inhaled a sharp breath. He was serious. He was actually going to kill innocent people. "My words are a waste of breath. You don't deserve mercy. I am ashamed I ever followed you." Then he slung his stake thrower over his back and pulled his swords. Vanishing into blurring speed he charged Gabriel, cutting between the spaces between humans and knocking them aside with ease.

Clarent shifted in his slumber, his sword form vibrating lightly in Teo's pocket. The planet he resided on was about to get blown away... He assumed he'd have to get out of here, but how would he do that? Oh yeah... he had that thing... Grunting, Clarent bounced out of Teo's pocket and buried himself to the hilt in the ice. "Shit..." He thought, "I need to get out of this form..." He pondered how he could do such a thing, desperate to be able to sleep more. "There was that one thing..." He thought out loud, and suddenly a giant flaming exclamation point appeared above the blade. "I know!" He exclaimed, oblivious to the cataclysmic events happening not too far away. He began vibrating faster and faster, bouncing around like a crazed fish. "How did this work again? I've seen Excalibur do it but I don't know..." The sword stopped bouncing around and began glowing. "AHA!" He cheered, as he flew into the air and he grew brighter. He grew arms and legs, his hilt extending to a head, and his body widening and thickening into a human body. Hmm, how would he look? Maybe nineteen and red hair, it seemed fitting for the sword of flame, and much cuter than Excalibur could ever manage! And so he was, and before he could take in his new body he forgot he was about ten feet in the air, and falling. "...SHIIIIII-" His body hit the unforgiving ice, headfirst, crumpling into a heap. Before anyone could bat an eye he was up, and looking around. He cracked his neck and studied his surroundings. "So, how do I get out of here...?"

As Clarent sorta gawked at the surroundings, Minx rushed over, a dark portal opening, as she tackles him though it. After the two land, Minx looks around, her being in the sith temple on Koribban. She then sits on the ground, and pulls out a small shard...of Kevin's mask. Her face slowly went from a blank expression, to mild discomfort. "....You were one of the few people who cared about me....now....N-now you're gone.....Kevin..." She sniffles, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Soon, she begins to sob, so violently her entire body shakes. Her eyes become blood shot, as faintly, a dark mist in wisps flow around her. Soon, her sobbing breaks away to full on moans and groans of pain, regret, anguish, and sorrow. She curls up on her side, holding the mask shard to her chest, as she bawls. Soon, Darkside himself appears, and sees Minx in her anguish..and he sees the mask shard. Walking over to her, Minx sees Darkside and sits up, looking at him, trying to wipe away the tears, only for Darkside to give her a hug...and letting her cry on his shoulder. Clarent is ignored for the most part, meaning if he wishes, he can scurry off..... Near by is a row of doors, one marked with a label saying "Apprentice's quarters." and beside it one labeled "Science lab". Down the hall, all the way, was a door which light flooded out of the window on it, most likely leading to outside.

Clarent sat up and stood, staring at Minx and Darkside. For some reason he felt an odd sense of guilt, as if this were his fault, for no reason... An image of Creed flashed through his mind and his face darkened before he shook his head. He lost masters before, this one was no different. There was absolutely no reason for Clarent to have expected anything more. He sensed that danger had passed him, and now he felt the overwhelming need to rest. He focused, trying to turn back to the form of a blade, and he glowed, but the light seemed to sputter and die. He blinked. "What the hell...?" He thought to himself. He tried again, and this time he didn't even glow. He was... stuck, in a human form. Slowly his vision faded and the humanoid sword blacked out, falling forward and curling up, sleeping rather peacefully. For some reason he... grew a cat-like tail? It swayed to and fro, and looked completely out of place, as if he did it on purpose just for the sake of having it...

The fist heading for Drac's face struck the armoured guantlet, plated fingers curling around Bug's hand. A sudden wind blew through the streets, and a strange heat could be felt. Drac didn't move an inch, as the kinetic force of the strike was absorbed and dissipated, turned to wind and heat, and static electricity. The ability was unmistakable, an energy transfer as facilitated by the relic only Drac had access to. A weapon of unknown origin and power, there was no known way it could have been replicated. "Well, to an extent, you're right. I'm not Drac, not really. But to you, I am." He snaps his fingers, and once more, the world is engulfed by that all-devouring light. A broken world, a shattered moon. Pieces of debris still floated around, a field of corpses, ripped apart by the vacuum of space. Cooked and frozen, blasted with supernatural energies. Still the great pieces of debris glowed red-hot, still the aura of powerful magic lingered in this place. And on the floor, not far from where Bug was standing, he himself lay on the ground, beaten and broken. He could feel some immense power, a force of destruction unlike anything he had felt before. And yet, it felt almost natural, as if it was part of the universe around it. An element of existence, as necessary as creation itself. "Welcome to the end of the world. If you look around, I'm sure you'll find your friends somewhere. I'm pretty sure most of them were devoured when the seal shattered, you won't find much of them. Or at least not recognizably." Drac, or at least the image of him, was still standing there, unmoving. And yet, here, he looked..... fading. As if he was only partially there. "This is the timeline where you failed, where destruction was unleashed upon the universe. Where a weapon fails, the seals are released, and everything you have ever worked for is destroyed. Or at the very least, this is the beginning of the end."

"Really? You'd throw away the lives of innocents to kill little old me?" Time seemed to slow down, as the road stretched. It wasn't real, mithais knew that. He could feel the immense pressure on his mind, Gabriel's power knocking on the doors of his brain. He could feel his own shield holding off the fingers that would have plucked apart his sanity, and ripped his memories to shreds. And yet, even so, it seemed as if every step he took only moved Gabriel further away, and only made the thick syrupy air he was struggling through all the harder, all the more solid. A gloved hand slowly extended to his side, the gentle fingers caressing the sides of a small girl's face. Gabriel smiles at Mithias, his eyes blazing red, as long nails burst open the tips of white fabric. The girl simply grins, clutching a teddy bear. And yet, in the soft grip Gabriel held the girl in, strength far above human was clearly apparent. "I could shatter her skull, weak as I am. Would you really sacrifice her life? Would you kill her, boy?" It was as if a guilotine were strapped to the girl's neck, and with undeniable certainty, Mithais knew that if he took another step, the girl would die instantly. Her life was in his hands.

Far below the surface, was a series of winding passageways. Long and deep, covered in the corpses and restless souls of the fallen. A city, no, more than a city. A subterranean civilisation. And yet, everything was reinforced. Everything was stocked with weapons, some so far from known weaponry it was unrecognizable, besides it's purpose. A military base, spanning the entire inside of the planet. It was almost as if a space station of unimaginable size had simply stopped moving, and frosted over, it's resident struck by some unimaginable catacylsm. Was it one of their many weapons that had killed them? Was it the robotic servants, still partially operational, their ripped apart bodies now strewn in the wake of the Mad God? Was it perhaps the dark aura of magic that had been responisble for their destruction? Whatever had been the cause, Asura could feel little sympathy as he raced after his prey. From the moment he had entered he had felt something was.... off. Something wrong, something that did not belong. It was beyond evil, beyond morality in any form. It was unnatural in the purest sense, something that should not exist. It was disturbing, to say the least. Any civilisation responsible for the creation or study of such a..... wrongness.... would clearly meet disaster sooner or later. As Asura reached a lower floor, he could sense that he had nearly reached the planet's core. After nearly half an hour of flying down at his maximum speed, slaughtering the weakened robotic servants on the way, he was approaching whatever had cast such a terrible aura. The blast doors became rapidly heavier, and he could sense the remains of powerful warding spells. And yet Genocide seemed to pass through them with ease, dismantling them as they came along. Perhaps this was his capability, the reason he had been sent down here? The ability to destroy any ward? Eventually, Asura stood before the final barrier. A great blast door, forged from unknown materials, enchanted heavily. Whilst the arcane enchantments had already been removed, the door itself had been shut behind Genocide. Somehow, his opponent had already managed to pass through them, because he could feel Genocide's presence ahead. Furthermore, he could sense an increase in the wrongness, a power radiating from it. Whatever was in that room, Genocide was doing something to it. And it wouldn't end well.

Far below the surface, was a series of winding passageways. Long and deep, covered in the corpses and restless souls of the fallen. A city, no, more than a city. A subterranean civilisation. And yet, everything was reinforced. Everything was stocked with weapons, some so far from known weaponry it was unrecognizable, besides it's purpose. A military base, spanning the entire inside of the planet. It was almost as if a space station of unimaginable size had simply stopped moving, and frosted over, it's resident struck by some unimaginable catacylsm. Was it one of their many weapons that had killed them? Was it the robotic servants, still partially operational, their ripped apart bodies now strewn in the wake of the Mad God? Was it perhaps the dark aura of magic that had been responisble for their destruction? Whatever had been the cause, Asura could feel little sympathy as he raced after his prey. From the moment he had entered he had felt something was.... off. Something wrong, something that did not belong. It was beyond evil, beyond morality in any form. It was unnatural in the purest sense, something that should not exist. It was disturbing, to say the least. Any civilisation responsible for the creation or study of such a..... wrongness.... would clearly meet disaster sooner or later. As Asura reached a lower floor, he could sense that he had nearly reached the planet's core. After nearly half an hour of flying down at his maximum speed, slaughtering the weakened robotic servants on the way, he was approaching whatever had cast such a terrible aura. The blast doors became rapidly heavier, and he could sense the remains of powerful warding spells. And yet Genocide seemed to pass through them with ease, dismantling them as they came along. Perhaps this was his capability, the reason he had been sent down here? The ability to destroy any ward? Eventually, Asura stood before the final barrier. A great blast door, forged from unknown materials, enchanted heavily. Whilst the arcane enchantments had already been removed, the door itself had been shut behind Genocide. Somehow, his opponent had already managed to pass through them, because he could feel Genocide's presence ahead. Furthermore, he could sense an increase in the wrongness, a power radiating from it. Whatever was in that room, Genocide was doing something to it. And it wouldn't end well.

"This is looking less and less like a walk in the park." Asura sighs as he opens the door with his skin scarves, regurgitates vajra, and gets ready to fight

"Really? You'd throw away the lives of innocents to kill little old me?" Time seemed to slow down, as the road stretched. It wasn't real, mithais knew that. He could feel the immense pressure on his mind, Gabriel's power knocking on the doors of his brain. He could feel his own shield holding off the fingers that would have plucked apart his sanity, and ripped his memories to shreds. And yet, even so, it seemed as if every step he took only moved Gabriel further away, and only made the thick syrupy air he was struggling through all the harder, all the more solid. A gloved hand slowly extended to his side, the gentle fingers caressing the sides of a small girl's face. Gabriel smiles at Mithias, his eyes blazing red, as long nails burst open the tips of white fabric. The girl simply grins, clutching a teddy bear. And yet, in the soft grip Gabriel held the girl in, strength far above human was clearly apparent. "I could shatter her skull, weak as I am. Would you really sacrifice her life? Would you kill her, boy?" It was as if a guilotine were strapped to the girl's neck, and with undeniable certainty, Mithais knew that if he took another step, the girl would die instantly. Her life was in his hands.

As the gummy, thick air slowed his pace like a fevered dream, Mithias' legs eventually stopped moving, fixing in place despite his mental efforts to force them forward. Time and space were distorted, lengthening the distance between himself and his adversary in spite of his wishes. Long black tendrils of hair swung forward over his shoulders, as if swept by an unseen current that had been dragged behind him. He locked eyes on the little girl. Humans around him merely floated away as he stood on the brink of decision. Mithias looked at his adversary, his demigod of a father, one he both loved and hated at the same time. "You've already killed that child. You killed her a thousand times. You killed her long ago, and you'll kill her again. You always kill her. Your insatiable desire for atrocity and pain is a result of your insanity. You've lived too long and have become numb to it all. You are dead inside, father. I will open you up and see that no heart beats within you, and learn the truth, that I've been alone all along. So kill her. Give me a reason. Remove all my doubt, no! Remove all my hope in you, for that is all that stays my blades right now. Kill her and let me see it. Fuel the fire just this little more, and I will slay my own heart to put you down. Go ahead. Give me all I need and all of us will die. Kill her. I dare you." Eyes like a madman, Mithias took one step forward and waited on his dare.

Teo shot dozens of plasma balls at his foe,then,without saying a word,he takes out his hammer and swings it at his enemy face from the left side,he lets out a blood-curling scream that would give Freddy Krueger nightmares,a scream that would make Jason Voorhees swim back to the bottom of his lake,a scream that would make the predetors jump back on their space ship,a scream..well you get the point

As the large door is opened, beyond it he sees a vast, open room. A great pit, surrounded by a long sidewalk. It was certainly the size of a small city, and merely walking in he could feel dampeners closing on his power. The walls were practically covered in sealing runes, and he could feel a form of magic completely unfamiliar to him, something that felt both out of place and strangely benign. hundreds of chains lined the walls, handcuffs currently hanging above the abyss, holding nothing in their grasp. It would be clear to anyone with half a brain that this place was a prison, and judging from the power of the wards erected here, it had been meant to contain a being of truly immense quantities of power. In the centre of this great cell hovered a massive orb of white light. No, not quite white light. It was like staring into nothingness, the lack of existence, a hole in the very fabric of the universe. And yet, Asura had seen holes in the universe, they led to the Void - the realm in between Universes. This was different. It felt immensely wrong, twisted, as if it should not exist. This was not merely a hole in the fabric of the universe. It was as if he was looking at a hole in the fabric of.... everything. Time, space, thought..... the very concept of existence torn to pieces. Outlined by the bright white light shot out by the Hole, Genocide could be seen standing there, hands raised. He seemed to be channeling some unknown power, a mysterious energy that couldn't quite be described. Best yet, however, he didn't seem to have noticed Asura.

A slow crack, accompanied by the soft squelch of flesh. A warm sensation on his foot, Mithias looks down, already knowing the sight that would awake him, but unwilling to accept it. Beneath his foot lay a child, the heal of his heavy black boots having shattered her chest. Between the shattered ribs, the beating of the heart could still be seen as it desperately attempted to keep her infantile form alive. The deflated form of a crushed lung was identified, as Mithias subconsciously catalogued the organs, an effort his conscious mind was incapable of halting. Bright blue eyes stared upwards, as a shocked attempt at breathe brought up nothing but blood. An arm twitched, reaching upwards, grabbing onto the side of Mithias' leather pants, almost as if attempting to pull herself up. The arm fell limp, her eyes turned glassy. For a few seconds more, the heart beat. Then her body was silent. "My my, didn't I tell you? I'm not going to be killing anyone, Mithy. I never had any intention of harming that darling child - her name was Melissa, you know? Beautiful name, I'd call my daughter Melissa." gabriel chuckles, as a small group of children gathered around him, boys and girls around the age of seven. They were smiling happily, waving as one would to a relative. Not a one of them realized the situation they were in, trapped in a world of their own imagination, incapable of perceiving this grim reality. "You know, I've always liked children. You know that, don't you? And I'm running out of supply. However, if you keep being so obstinate, you're going to get them all killed. Seven more little children. How many bodies are you prepared to walk over just to kill me?"