((Sorry Ven, I missed you last time)) It seemed like there were no real entrances, the entire place built like an intedimensional fortress. Even a small army would have trouble entering without Mia's express permission. However, the safest route would most likely be to assault the fortress from the Void, attacking from outside reality. Of course, it was nearly impossible to survive exposure to the Void for prolonged periods of time - it was a place of endings, drenched in the power of Omega. Merely moving through the Void had claimed the lives of many. He would need to find a Voidship, a vehicle capable of moving through the Void relatively unharmed. Alternatively, he could attempt to gain access by contacting Mia. He wasn't sure, but most likely Mia would be able to pick up all kinds of transmissions. Hell, he could probably even get her phone number.

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."

Bug looked at the wake of destruction, death, and havoc. Before him lied those he considered friends, brother in arms, allies...and himself, shattered, broken, dead.... But one sight...it made him boil with rage, with anger...with meaning.... Among the dead, lie two girls..one with red hair, yellow eyes..in a familiar green hoodie. Another, with red hair, like the older girl..but with green eyes...... His wife and daughter, among the slaughtered. Before the figure, Bug's facial expression went from horror...to absolute rage, at this sight. His body begins to glow slightly, as something begins to happen. His eyes turn green, and glow, like fire would spew from them in a moment's notice. "......When I get out of this place...Genocide will burn in acidic fire....." Bug growls, as the sight of a family lost brought uncontrolled rage. A fire, a soul, raging. Bug looks up at what was the sky, and lets out a roar, animal in nature, raw in power. He looked up to the thing which was, and was not Drac. "What are you? God? Devil? Something in between? Whatever you are, release my father, and my friend and I...as so we may prevent the destruction of all, including you." Bug says, but his voice had little rage...it was obvious he saved it for the followers of Omega.

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.

Asura hid himself with his madness wavelength and took aim at genocide with vajra.... and turned his head slightly and fired an energy blast not intended to kill genocide, but to graze his arm and distract him

"You misunderstand. This ending wasn't caused by Genocide. Back then, he didn't exist." The scene seems to shift, as the Bug, lying on the floor, starts to wake up, groaning in pain from the many wounds he had taken. Then, walking through the floating rubble and cloaked in an aura of Soular energy, Mia approaches. Time seems to slow down, as incomprehensible words are exchanged. "No, this ending already happened, there's no changing it. Instead, use this knowledge to stop Genocide." Tears fall to the ground, as Mia drops to her knees. The Bug on the ground seems to attempt to comfort her - a strange sight at best. However, Mia then brings up a gun, as she shoots him in the head. The bullet resounds loudly, as the Bug on the ground twitches, then drops to the ground, his soul already starting to dissipate as Mia hugs his body, shaking and sobbing. "I'm nothing but a figment of your imagination. This, though? This is real. Remember this. You're the one who started this whole mess in the first place, so you get to clean it up." Suddenly, your attention is drawn away from the spectacle. Upwards, towards the ruined world far above. It looked like a planet at first, but now it's clear that it isn't. Instead, it resembles a massive space station more, similar in design to Ygdrassil, Matt's Magnus Opus. It seems familiar somehow, the hundreds of wards he can feel emanating from it, the system of technological and magical limiters layered on top of one another. A type of power that seems intrinsic to the universe, the very elements of creation...... On the floor lies a small girl's head, with long blonde hair and green eyes. It's like a copy of Angel's, and yet subtly different. And suddenly, a name pops into Bug's head. 'Hope'. The world dissolves around him, even as his mind races to catch up with his instincts. To realize what was going on. To piece together these clues, teasing the edge of recognition. A last couple of words slip through the veil of fading light, a farewell and advice. "Your friend is stuck in his own memories - not his, but those he doesn't know yet. Only when he realizes where he is, can you return to reality, and reach your destination." Then, with a start, Bug opens his eyes. Rain hits the floor, as Gabriel and Mithias face off. And yet, to Bug, it's clear. Because where Gabriel stands, is instead an image of Mithias himself, two faces of the same being. Mithias was facing off with himself, although he didn't quite know it yet. This entire place seemed to have been formed from Mithias' own mind.

@thewizardguy ((Don't sweat it! Patience pays off in the end. ^^)) Ven decided the best way to avoid any sort of showdown against death would be to contact Mia. Using his Wayfinder, he would send her a transmission, the pulse radiating the energy provided by his soul. "I hope this gets through.." He muttered, keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of creature that might try to interfere with his transmission.

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?"

Agony was the expression on the noble vampire's face as he removed his boot and felt the suffering and death of the blue-eye little girl reverberate through his soul. The old one had been tricky, setting the scene so that Mithias killed the girl unintentionally rather than witnessing his father comitt the crime. The dilemma was clear... Mithias would have to destroy who he was and all he stood for in order to theoretically reach Gabriel and tear his black heart out. But it was apparent to Mithias that the whole scenario was a farce. He would have known immeidately if his foot had encountered a girl before he quashed her. The only explanation was that Gabriel still had a good level of control over Mithias' mind. Mithias couldn't in fact tell what was real and what was not, and therefore had no chance of defeating his maker. Anger flared up within him. He was incensed that after all this time, his mental shield was still too weak. He was still only a puppet, a plaything, and if anything, he didn't matter at all to his sire. Cut off by this reasoning, Mithias turned away and let his hair shield his eyes from view. The thought of killing the girl cut him but not nearly as deeply as something else. "I never wanted to kill you." He said. In truth, he couldn't remember why he was this angry, what exactly his father had done other than the occasional sadistac random acts that couldn't even be conclusively tied to him and taking the blood that was his due as a natural preditor. Was one sin worth ending him over? Was he guilty of the accusations? Even if so, it didn't matter. Mithias' power wasn't strong enough. "In all this time, why haven't you killed me, father? Do you so enjoy torturing me?"

A blast of energy shot past Genocide, as he shouted and jumped sideways. And even as the beam of energy struck the massive white sphere in the centre of the room, it seemed to cease to exist entirely, as if absorbed into the sphere. Genocide lies on his side, his suit on fire as he desperately attempts to douse the flames. There was no doubt that the blast, had it been aimed at Genocide, would have vaporized him. And yet, he seemed to be surrounded by the mysterious energy of this area, in stark contrast to his previous state as a near nonexistence within the arcane spectrum. Now, he stood out like a neon sign, a focal point for whatever foul enchantment kept this portal-like construct open and functional. "Curse you! Can you not appreciate greatness when you witness it? It worked this time! You fool!" Genocide turns savagely, having managed to douse the flames on his suit. His eyes seem to glow slightly, a pale grey luminescence echoing like a storm. "It will be mere moments before the cycle is broken. You cannot fathom the freedom you are about to receive, as you are released from the ties of existence." As he raises a hand, the room begins to tremble, and yet stops trembling simultaneously. It's as if there were two Asuras, one standing in a trembling room, the other in a silent one. And Asura, at his core, was aware of both. Each an equal possibility, each an alternate course of reality, each existing in it's own fashion. And yet, now, they seemed to be touching each other, or rather the walls separating these timelines was being eroded. The timeline was collapsing.

Mia sighs as she glances at one of her many screens. She'd picked up a new signal, apparently aimed at her. This happened with relative frequency, and she hoped it would be someone interesting this time. The last person had attempted to sell her internet, and she'd been forced to eviscerate him as a result. She perked up, however, when she identified the system as coming from a Wayfinder. There were so few of those that it would have to be something interesting - particularly seeing as how she had Micheal in her test area, already beginning to wake up. Mia waved her hand a bit, as the message was transmitted to her directly through electric conduits in the Black Blood. Mia had gained the ability to recognize and decipher pulses of electric energy applied to her black blood, allowing her devices to communicate her in a fashion reminiscent of telepathy. Or, in this case, technopathy. It was most useful for gaining information over long distances, or if she didn't wish anyone to know of the information she had received. Ven noticed a path opening up in front of him, as Mia shifted her torture chambers to the back of her construct, luring the Avatars of Agony away from the front. Ven would be able to approach with relative safety, provided Mia didn't move them back. In the construct itself, barely visible through the fog of eldritch energy, a large door opened to admit physical access.

Gabriel sighed, as Mithias turned away from him. "Pathetic. This is why I despise knights. You pick a path, you claim to devote yourself, and yet the moment the going gets rough you abandon it like a lazy schoolchild. I never killed you because I thought you'd learn to do something with yourself, find yourself a little place in this world. I've found mine, Magnus knows his.... even your friend knew his place in the world. And yet, you hesitate with every step you take. You never really decided, you just didn't have the guts to commit yourself to anything." Gabriel flicks his wrist, as a blast of force seems to emanate from him, the ground shaking and tearing beneath his feet. Men and women were launched into the air, as they crashed into walls and floors, the packed masses dissolving into a scrambling stampede of panicked humans, hundreds crushed to death in the sudden tumult. "You pretended to be a brave little SOLDIER, you pretended to be a crusader, you pretended to be my son.... what worth is a son who won't even decide who he is?"

A blast of energy shot past Genocide, as he shouted and jumped sideways. And even as the beam of energy struck the massive white sphere in the centre of the room, it seemed to cease to exist entirely, as if absorbed into the sphere. Genocide lies on his side, his suit on fire as he desperately attempts to douse the flames. There was no doubt that the blast, had it been aimed at Genocide, would have vaporized him. And yet, he seemed to be surrounded by the mysterious energy of this area, in stark contrast to his previous state as a near nonexistence within the arcane spectrum. Now, he stood out like a neon sign, a focal point for whatever foul enchantment kept this portal-like construct open and functional. "Curse you! Can you not appreciate greatness when you witness it? It worked this time! You fool!" Genocide turns savagely, having managed to douse the flames on his suit. His eyes seem to glow slightly, a pale grey luminescence echoing like a storm. "It will be mere moments before the cycle is broken. You cannot fathom the freedom you are about to receive, as you are released from the ties of existence." As he raises a hand, the room begins to tremble, and yet stops trembling simultaneously. It's as if there were two Asuras, one standing in a trembling room, the other in a silent one. And Asura, at his core, was aware of both. Each an equal possibility, each an alternate course of reality, each existing in it's own fashion. And yet, now, they seemed to be touching each other, or rather the walls separating these timelines was being eroded. The timeline was collapsing.

"What good is freedom if there's no one around to enjoy it?" Asura asked stoically before firing a barrage of energy blasts at genocide....no...not directly at him. The blasts grazed genocide's arms, legs, and occaisionally his torso. Some even hit the ground at his feet. At this point, asura knew he was most likely screwed, but if this went south he still had plan b......speaking of which, Asura hid himself with his madness wavelength and moved. At this point, his expectations of getting out alive weren't very high. Regardless, he attempted to escape via portal just to be able to say he tried

As genocide was barraged by vajra blasts and most everyone else was stuck fighting themselves in some situation that i'm sure would make the nearest zen masters cream their pants just from the fact it was happening; the portal behind genocide begins to shift and crack, the seamless whiteness giving a marker of something coming in from the other side as a great darkness begins to seep from the perfectly white sphere. Corpses begin writhing up from the ground and approaching the portal only to collapse as though some great beast had taken to eating them. Soon however, the feeding frenzy stops as a thin, lanky man steps forward from the port, the temporal fluctuations causing it to seem like there were a good twelve of him, each unique and battered in their own way to such extremities as if they were of separate species as the miasma of death and darkness begins to congeal on the real one while he raises an arm, pointing at the lot before him as he asks "alright... which one of you fucks opened a portal in my bathroom?" in a rather annoyed tone, his clothing obviously baring the charred marks of the attacks that had made it through the portal to strike at him while he'd been on the other side. Upon closer inspection however, the pale man in his black tee with a leather jacket fitting to him to serve as armor, mystical markings of some nature lopping and covering the entirety of the thing while his pants remain as something akin to jeans but with an odd mix of silk and leather instead of denim was in fact, an elf rather than a man yet the only marking factors for elves as they knew them was the oddly colored eyes and his pointed ears while his skin remains deathly pale yet his clothing style and materials would be akin to a drow's normal garb yet the fact that he's male would normally mean a subservient life however he carries himself tall and quite sure of himself, something that would have been beaten out of him were he to have been a slave. The rather strange elf radiating death and darkness stands waiting for a response, grinding his razor sharp teeth on each other, giving him the visage of a shark like most that knew the demigod hunger would recognize, as he gazes upon the battle field before raising his arms, small circles of green fire sprouting to life under the combatants feet before skulls of odd creatures would come out of the darkness formed from inside the green circles before biting each one in the ankles rather painfully but not actually risking injury, as though the skulls were of some cross dimensional chihuahua or other similarly small dog, the pain from an outside source serving as a rather annoying but effective anchor to this world rather than the worlds they were lost in within their own minds or alternating timelines.

As genocide was barraged by vajra blasts and most everyone else was stuck fighting themselves in some situation that i'm sure would make the nearest zen masters cream their pants just from the fact it was happening; the portal behind genocide begins to shift and crack, the seamless whiteness giving a marker of something coming in from the other side as a great darkness begins to seep from the perfectly white sphere. Corpses begin writhing up from the ground and approaching the portal only to collapse as though some great beast had taken to eating them. Soon however, the feeding frenzy stops as a thin, lanky man steps forward from the port, the temporal fluctuations causing it to seem like there were a good twelve of him, each unique and battered in their own way to such extremities as if they were of separate species as the miasma of death and darkness begins to congeal on the real one while he raises an arm, pointing at the lot before him as he asks "alright... which one of you fucks opened a portal in my bathroom?" in a rather annoyed tone, his clothing obviously baring the charred marks of the attacks that had made it through the portal to strike at him while he'd been on the other side. Upon closer inspection however, the pale man in his black tee with a leather jacket fitting to him to serve as armor, mystical markings of some nature lopping and covering the entirety of the thing while his pants remain as something akin to jeans but with an odd mix of silk and leather instead of denim was in fact, an elf rather than a man yet the only marking factors for elves as they knew them was the oddly colored eyes and his pointed ears while his skin remains deathly pale yet his clothing style and materials would be akin to a drow's normal garb yet the fact that he's male would normally mean a subservient life however he carries himself tall and quite sure of himself, something that would have been beaten out of him were he to have been a slave. The rather strange elf radiating death and darkness stands waiting for a response, grinding his razor sharp teeth on each other, giving him the visage of a shark like most that knew the demigod hunger would recognize, as he gazes upon the battle field before raising his arms, small circles of green fire sprouting to life under the combatants feet before skulls of odd creatures would come out of the darkness formed from inside the green circles before biting each one in the ankles rather painfully but not actually risking injury, as though the skulls were of some cross dimensional chihuahua or other similarly small dog, the pain from an outside source serving as a rather annoying but effective anchor to this world rather than the worlds they were lost in within their own minds or alternating timelines.

"How did you....." the portal closes behind asura as he tilts his head to the side. Of all the things he expected, this wasn't one of them "...nevermind. just help me kill the omnicidal maniac."

@thewizardguy Seeing the opening that lay before him, Ven wasted no time, speeding toward the open door on his Keyblade Glider. Once he got close enough to the door, he jumped off his vehicle, returning it to its original blade form, and rolling inside the vicinity, keyblade in hand. "Alright..where to next?" He says to himself, deciding to keep his armor on for the time being.

Gabriel sighed, as Mithias turned away from him. "Pathetic. This is why I despise knights. You pick a path, you claim to devote yourself, and yet the moment the going gets rough you abandon it like a lazy schoolchild. I never killed you because I thought you'd learn to do something with yourself, find yourself a little place in this world. I've found mine, Magnus knows his.... even your friend knew his place in the world. And yet, you hesitate with every step you take. You never really decided, you just didn't have the guts to commit yourself to anything." Gabriel flicks his wrist, as a blast of force seems to emanate from him, the ground shaking and tearing beneath his feet. Men and women were launched into the air, as they crashed into walls and floors, the packed masses dissolving into a scrambling stampede of panicked humans, hundreds crushed to death in the sudden tumult. "You pretended to be a brave little SOLDIER, you pretended to be a crusader, you pretended to be my son.... what worth is a son who won't even decide who he is?"

More music: http://youtu.be/DZ2YgLe8Gg0 Right or wrong, a father's scolding bit hard. Mithias bore it like a lash, forcing himself to listen and stand. It would only be good for him to benefit from this. He took a moment in silence, trying to calm himself amidst the vital abuse of the crowd of humans around him. Those still able to run scattered. He remained. A champion must face both victory and failure with grace. After a moment, Mithias put away his blades and looked up. "It is clear that I cannot defeat you, father, and yet even if I could overcome your power over my mind, I could not accept so many innocent deaths caused by my efforts. That... is not who I am." Sighing, his expression heavy with disappointment at the cold-hearted being before him, he continued slowly. "I'm going to turn my back on you, and I'm going to walk away. If you're going to stop me, then do it. If you're going to kill me, then do it. ... But if you're going to let me go, then leave me forever. You are nothing but a source of pain to me, and I will never want to see you again." Mithias stood a moment, giving a few seconds time for Gabriel to say anything, hoping somehow it would not be as he had said. Then, seemingly resolving himself, he turned away, just as promised, and started walking. It was over. A shadow of Aono's wings followed behind him as he went forward to accept reality, to welcome a new future with new friends and new family.

Genocide falls backwards, as blasts of energy lash around him, attempting to dodge the incoming attacks. And yet, to the Mad God, it was as if this fool was moving in slow motion. Eventually, Genocide stood shirtless, minor burns covering his skin as he simply glared. It was amazing how unimpressive his powers were, as he had displayed no supernatural tendencies whatsoever. Instead, he simply stood there, panting and sweating as Asura fired his mock shots. "You should have killed me while you could. I have unlocked the power of the infinite nothing, the purest form of existence! I will wield it to -" Suddenly, a mysterious figure steps through the orb, as Genocide turns around. "What? Who are you! You're not supposed to come out! Get back in there, this isn't the time nor the place for you!" Furious. Genocide starts simply walking up to the unwelcome intruder, as if he intended to push him back into the portal directly. Then, he's suddenly anchored in place by the Chihuaha Chain (Yes, I'm calling it that, no, I'm not going to stop.) The world seems to stabilize, as Asura finds himself unexpectedly grounded. Even the simplest of things could anchor one, and even as he was anchored as such, he found that reality followed suit. The room WAS shaking, and it WAS falling apart. The many possible figures stepping through the portal solidified into a single jackass, as the ground solidified into it's normal pattern. Either the effects of the timeline being distorted had been negated, or Asura had simply been made mostly immune to it. Whichever it was, it was a welcome change from the previous sense of confusion. "This all doesn't matter. I've tried this too often to have you ruin it for me now!" Genocide raises both hands, as the orb begins to expand. On the surface, images of times and places far distant can be seen. Slowly, a hand begins to breach the surface of the orb, long and slender, and yet filled with a dark and powerful aura. Several others begin breaching at alternate points, each arm looking as if it belonged to a different ethnicity or even race, and each constantly switching. Some were covered in scales, others had platelike chitin. All were adorned with gold and jewels, radiating that foul power. "This entire universe will be consumed!"

As Ven lands within the construct, the area he landed in immediately begins to shift. Like a giant rubics cube, the blocks of which Mia's lab was composed begin to rearrange themselves, as what was previously the entrance is guided through a series of holes, before once more becoming aligned with other passageways. Ven finds himself unexpectedly facing the entrance to Mia's main lab after this short and shocking journey, the door already open. A lilting voice echoes down the passageway. "Do come in, no need to wait."

"Is that the path that you have chosen?" Gabriel sighs, as he watches the prodigal son turn and leave. Slowly, the world around him begins to dissolve into an infinite plain of whiteness, the ground fading away until only the path Mithias walked remained. Before him stood a door made from old black wood, covered in carvings of dragons and other mythical beings. It seemed familiar, as if it had been ripped from some grand mansion, and Mithias realized that this was the door that would lead to his destination. "It would be easier, you know. Stepping over the bodies of the innocent. Without the determination to face your opponent, no matter the cost.... well, the chances are you'll lose. You do know that, right?" No longer, was the voice that of Gabriel. rather, it was significantly deeper, if more benign. Rather, it sounded old, and tired. Mithias got the impression that if he were to look back, he would no longer see the red-clad figure of his father. In reality, of course, it had never been his father at all. That much was clear, as Mithias' repressed memories once more flooded into his mind. His identity, his experiences, his reason for being here..... Bug stood beside him, too, as if he had always been there. It was only now that he was realizing it. "Are you prepared to live according to those ideals, regardless of the price?"

(( play while you read mother fuckers: Genocide is suddenly grabbed on the shoulder and turned towards the dark figure which is currently smiling, chuckling to himself with a large, toothy grin that radiates a hungering madness that would make stein turn and nope away. "the universe shall be devoured? by who? cause if it isn't me then i'd suggest pissing yourself because at this point prayers won't help" the madman states, his voice eerily calm despite the eldritch mass of limbs climbing it's way out of the portal behind him. Rather unexpectedly the man's grin begins to widen until it extends quite literally from ear to ear as he opens it up, the top of his head being forced to recline on his neck before in a rather sudden instant genocide's head makes a disappearing act, the knowledge and memories allocated to his brain rather suddenly finding a new home in the man's rather cavernous head which, despite most connotations to that referral did not mean he was unintelligent just that his mind was larger than most and more receptive to information. Rather than let the rest of genocide's corpse fall he grabs both of it's shoulders, holding it still as he buries his rather stretched and disproportionately large mouth into the left overs, taking chunk after rapid chunk out of said corpse, gaining it's strength, speed, and mystical reservoir no matter how small or insignificant they might appear in the grande scheme of things, guttural spray and viscera flying only for skeletal hands to come out of similar holes of darkness ringed by sickeningly green fire, catching the mess and flinging it back so that Rudan didn't miss a single drop of blood or single millimeter of viscera, all of these actions happening so fast that they appear in a one man feeding frenzy, rendering there nothing to mark genocide's existence, not a single spat of blood or single length of hair as even when taking a break from eating the body Rudan breaths in hard, the grass and limbs of the surrounding trees bending towards the vacuum as even the soul is not freed from the frenzy after complete destruction of the body and is sucked in, the gluttonous elven manifestation of death and hunger swallowing the soul whole to join the dozens of others already present in his void of a gullut, his mouth returning to normal with the same sickening crunches that had heralded it's original shifts and growth. "Now then, what to do about you mister eldritch horror?" he asks evenly, turning around to face the squirming mass of darkness protruding from the now master-less portal before he's able to use his new found knowledge, raising his arms palms up and slamming them together, creating a shock wave that causes the speck of nothingness to shrink and disappear, cutting off the 'arm' in it's current progress albeit most likely leaving it alive due to the nature of eldritch creatures and daemon alike as he picks it up, opening another mass of nothingness in the palm of his hand and dropping it in, sending it back from whatever void it came from. Despite the hungering demon's efforts to stop the daemon and the momentary peace, to those wiser and more astute it was obvious from the scene before them that the work of repairing the damage that had been done was not over, and that it would take more than just shutting the portal to fix things while the younger and frankly... stupider ones would be fucking jumping for joy at the horrors being sated for now while the man, the savior of this day walks away with a less than sane but obviously less hungering smile and snicker, seeming to be... less dangerous for the time being than when he first entered.

In the words of someone far more lyrically clever than I... SNAP BACK TO REALITY, WHOOPS THERE GO GOES GRAVITY! Bug, and Mithas were standing there, sorta derpin out, talking to most likely a figure of near omnipotent power, and Bug blinked. "If it means keeping my family safe...I'll do anything." The insectoid perma-teen says, determination burning in his eyes like a rampant oil fire. Drac, if he was still there, would be with them, raging like a mother fucker, as his memory loop would be fighting, and killing Stine, and Stine's family, having been refusing to do so. Drac shakes his head, confused. "I hate, hate, hate this place. I just want to go home, have come coffee, hug my wife, kill those motherfuckers who put me here....Can I go home, please?" Drac asks the figure, for the hundredth time I am calling to be related, or even IS Alpha. Bug just shakes his head, sighing. ---------------------To where ever the hell 5 is at the moment.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four hands sprout from four portals, grabbing Five's limbs, and pulling him into a fire filled hellish domain of pain and suffering, his attackers being two familiar faces, warped by hellish influences, their grins showing shark like teeth filling their maws. The two sith he had slain, returning to haunt him, as they take him down into their new home....Hell, or at least, what 5 could rightfully assume to be hell...and the scariest part? The two sith radiated a energy with repelled the soul based magics of 5...as if tailored to his power. Soon, he is dragged to the deepest corner, where he is forced to his knees by the two demons, before what appears to be a young teen sitting on a throne, wearing a sharp suit, purple shades with round lenses, long black hair, sleek black shoes, and on his fingers, many a ring with souls swimming about in them. Before him sat Ozzy, the forgotten son, the silver tongued soul stealer, and the main competition of the infamous Bob. "You, my soul shattering friend, are in some extremely deep shit." Ozzy says, a wide toothy grin showing the malice filled intent planned for the mass of soul shards, and nanobots. The two demons cackled, as they held him down, their hands burning him..or...it felt like it would burn. A lot. Either way.....Someone is in very big trouble.

Genocide falls backwards, as blasts of energy lash around him, attempting to dodge the incoming attacks. And yet, to the Mad God, it was as if this fool was moving in slow motion. Eventually, Genocide stood shirtless, minor burns covering his skin as he simply glared. It was amazing how unimpressive his powers were, as he had displayed no supernatural tendencies whatsoever. Instead, he simply stood there, panting and sweating as Asura fired his mock shots. "You should have killed me while you could. I have unlocked the power of the infinite nothing, the purest form of existence! I will wield it to -" Suddenly, a mysterious figure steps through the orb, as Genocide turns around. "What? Who are you! You're not supposed to come out! Get back in there, this isn't the time nor the place for you!" Furious. Genocide starts simply walking up to the unwelcome intruder, as if he intended to push him back into the portal directly. Then, he's suddenly anchored in place by the Chihuaha Chain (Yes, I'm calling it that, no, I'm not going to stop.) The world seems to stabilize, as Asura finds himself unexpectedly grounded. Even the simplest of things could anchor one, and even as he was anchored as such, he found that reality followed suit. The room WAS shaking, and it WAS falling apart. The many possible figures stepping through the portal solidified into a single jackass, as the ground solidified into it's normal pattern. Either the effects of the timeline being distorted had been negated, or Asura had simply been made mostly immune to it. Whichever it was, it was a welcome change from the previous sense of confusion. "This all doesn't matter. I've tried this too often to have you ruin it for me now!" Genocide raises both hands, as the orb begins to expand. On the surface, images of times and places far distant can be seen. Slowly, a hand begins to breach the surface of the orb, long and slender, and yet filled with a dark and powerful aura. Several others begin breaching at alternate points, each arm looking as if it belonged to a different ethnicity or even race, and each constantly switching. Some were covered in scales, others had platelike chitin. All were adorned with gold and jewels, radiating that foul power. "This entire universe will be consumed!"

"Yeah no." Asura said as he fired one last shot. This time, he aimed for genocide's head