Mithias gasped. This was all too familiar... Familiar, like getting vaporized every time he jumped through a portal. He flailed momentarily until he could grasp his wits and grow some wings. Even without gravity, he could still control himself through the air around him. "Kishin! Bug, Drac! Stay close." He called out as he noticed rock and wall and door all start to atomize slowly around them. What had been the ground shook, sending soundwaves like thunder all around them. But the breakdown of matter seemed to intentionally avoid them, thank the nine hells. Mithias took Kishin and Bug's hands. Drac could move on his own. "Come on. I don't know what's going on, but I want to get out of here before it realizes we need to be vaporized too." Pulling the floating friends with him, he flapped upward, keeping them all as together as possible. "Does anyone have any idea what's going on or what that white orb was saying?"

Voidwalker A child, or at least that is what an observer would have surmised. To truly judge the being's age was almost impossible, even simply by physical standards, as it was covered in warding runes writ on paper. Bound to a low-hovering platform, covered in paper, only a single bright yellow eye visible through the layer of parchment. And yet, it's soul was the most abstract sight of all. Distorted and twisted, as if it had been mangled and left to fall to pieces, and yet somehow functioning optimally. Bright purple portals appear over the muzzles of turrets, beams of hellfire and bullets are simply absorbed, as within instants the army's numbers are decimated by their own attacks. Demons are ripped to pieces, as the undead find themselves teleported away constantly, portals opening at hundreds of different locations simultaneously. Soon, undead and demons alike rain from the sky, smashing against the hard rocky surface of this world, reduced to little more than pools of blood. Bahamut Tall an imposing, a massive figure clad in red metal. An armour similar to that associated with ancient Samurai, a dragon mask obscuring the figure's face. A proud stance, and wings formed from flame, a burning halo adorning it's head. It radiated sheer power, with an air of natural authority, as if all those present were subordinate to it through their mere existence. It's power felt divine, implying that, much like the Clone Emperor, it was a God. As a tank dropped from the sky, the size of a house, this figure simply points upwards. A massive beast, long slender and red, shoots from the ground in front of it. A long dragon in the chinese style, over 12 meters in diameter, grasping the tank in it's jaws as it shot upwards into the sky. Instead of hitting the ground, it was thrown far up into the air, as giant teeth began piercing it's thick battle armour. Shaking it's head, the dragon was already ripping apart this tank. Cosmos Tall and fair, the image of human beauty. The body of the former Eclipse, now animated by a much darker mind. Cosmos smiles, the fairness of the face making it seem almost benign. Two great wings extend from his back, a twisted halo hovering over his head. Still there was the illusion of divinity, the tattered remains of the selfless virtue that had possessed this body's previous host. But now, it was nothing more than a tool for the ever-adapting Cosmos. The field of nagation was a rather simple enchantment, consisting of a reality-solidifying energy that instantly repaired the rips in reality the moment they were created. It was a simply matter, then, to turn it against it's creator. Cosmos needed not to unravel the strings of magic, but rather changed the weave, added a new pattern. An exclusion clause, to be precise. All portals formed by the Omegans would be fine, and yet any portal formed by others would be closed. And it was an even simply matter to remove the off-button, feeding it directly into the power source. Two more Omegans simply stood in the shadows, watching the battle unfold. Their forms were obscured, their auras hard to pinpoint, but there was no doubt they would be equally powerful to those who were already now ripping apart the forces sent against them. There would be no escape, there would be no victory, there would be no mercy. So why wouldn't they take their time? 5 chuckled, lightning gathering around it as it approaches the leaders of the opposition. Eruka, Ozzy and Lisa. Already, he had killed two of the Chosen, and he was eager to add more heads to his collection. "This is the true assault, the doom you shall face. This time, all of you will die." And with that, the android shot to attack.

The pod remained silent. The dark one and Kishin didn't seem to be doing anything, so Strygwyr approached and half-heartedly kicked the canister with a dog paw. If that didn't cause any reaction, then the canister, or whatever it was, wasn't a threat, and he'd be wandering off, back to their travels. Mithias flapped a few times, but then it didn't seem necessary anymore. The base around them was finally dissolved into a thick wind. Spotting a large, flat chunk of floating rock, Mithais decided to try to "land" on it. At least having something beneath their feet would seem more normal and give them a reference point. "Talk to me. Drac, you seem sure of yourself. Do you have any ide how far we are from... well, maybe from the Coffee Lounge?"

@thewizardguy

Asura considered portalling away, but then again.....

"Rudan, stay right there. I got this." Asura said as he faced shiva. He knew he was probably going to die. But he might as well weaken the daemon if killing it wasn't an option

((Late reply))

"Guys ,it's made out of energy ,Ife we can weaken it ,I can absorb it into my Tetris!"

Teo says as he gets a lasso made of energy and attempts to grab the daemon's neck with it

"Yippe-Kayyay motherfucker!"

The pod remained silent. The dark one and Kishin didn't seem to be doing anything, so Strygwyr approached and half-heartedly kicked the canister with a dog paw. If that didn't cause any reaction, then the canister, or whatever it was, wasn't a threat, and he'd be wandering off, back to their travels.

Mithias flapped a few times, but then it didn't seem necessary anymore. The base around them was finally dissolved into a thick wind. Spotting a large, flat chunk of floating rock, Mithais decided to try to "land" on it. At least having something beneath their feet would seem more normal and give them a reference point. "Talk to me. Drac, you seem sure of yourself. Do you have any ide how far we are from... well, maybe from the Coffee Lounge?"

With that gentle strike of a paw, the front of the can fell loose. Off fell the front half, to reveal a man...one with a sword in his right hand, and a darkened heart in his left. On his head, a magnificant helmet...but none would see this.

They would all see that which they feared most, that which haunted their most dire nightmares....all for a moment. Then, he snaps back to which he was, Logar, emperor of the clone armies, God, of the end, destroyer of worlds, and armies. Slowly, he falls forwards, the large, nearly 8 foot man, crashing into the muck before him, apperently asleep.

"I have no idea, but I'm getting us all out of here." Drac says. He quickly forms a loop of energy, which he uses to lasso Asura back to them, before throwing everyone into a portal...But himself. "I'm going to try to seal this thing away again. I'll run if I fail...." He tells the three, now on a lush, rusted, planet, made from an odd shape.....

It was ancheint...it was metal...was it truly a planet, or something else......

"...Why...why this place? I remember this.....follow me." Bug says, looking around.

What it was, was a space hulk, a mass of debris that formed an atmosphere, and gravity well...but what it used to be...Was the large, planet sized Odin, destroyed in the rebellion against the god emperor Matt. A place long forgotten, but not by Drac...and not by Bug.

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With that gentle strike of a paw, the front of the can fell loose. Off fell the front half, to reveal a man...one with a sword in his right hand, and a darkened heart in his left. On his head, a magnificant helmet...but none would see this.

They would all see that which they feared most, that which haunted their most dire nightmares....all for a moment. Then, he snaps back to which he was, Logar, emperor of the clone armies, God, of the end, destroyer of worlds, and armies. Slowly, he falls forwards, the large, nearly 8 foot man, crashing into the muck before him, apperently asleep.

Bleedseeker leaps backward in terror and scrambles desperately for a brief moment. Then he realizes what he thought was going to kill him was no longer there.

Just as Strygwyr began to relax, being a relative term, he turned his attention over to the Dark One across from him and was shaken up all over again. He yipped and dived over a log, obscuring himself in the bushes, as if he had seen a ghost.

The Dark One would notice Eclipse's sword had begun glowing. The feeling of soft feathers brushing against him was familiar and comforting, like a favorite soft blanket. Indeed a ghost had appeared.

Translucent and beautiful, the white light outline of an angel stood beside the Dark One. "Yee who carry my sword..." The spirit seemed to be addressing the Dark One. "I ask you this task..."

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Mithias tried to stop him as soon as he realized what was going on. "What? No Drac! We just found you! Gyah!" Even Bug was pulling Mithias away into the portal. "Bug! Are you crazy? What is he talking about Argh! Not another damn portal!!! Yeargh!"

Vishna's power had already annihilated a square kilometer of metal tunnels and weapons, which was rapidly being filled with it's ever-expanding bulk. Drac found himself shielding his own skin with his magic, preventing his own body from falling apart on the spot. But it was clear that he was no match for the being he found himself staring at. Immense beyond compare, with the arcane power to fell entire planets. And even as he stared into that vast abyss of power, he simultaneously realized that this was only a fraction of it's true power, a tiny piece of a greater whole. A single brick, fallen from a skyscraper, as observed by an ant far below. One thing was abundantly, massively clear.

If he were to fight alone, then he would die alone.

"Seal me away?" The voice was pain, injected directly into the God's skull. As if the Daemon's thoughts were being expressed through the psychic equivalent of a gong, firing away directly into his brain. "I have spent ten thousand years imprisoned here, and you would dare to challenge me?" Explosively, the Daemon's power shifted with it's intentions, as naturally as another being might breathe. It extended the palm of one of it's many arms, and it's power focused painfully.

Drac's aura was ripped to shreds, his shield of petty magics falling before the sheer weight of the magic applied to it. Like a tsunami crashing upon the beach, tearing down stone and steel, ripping apart all that was built before the fury of nature. And even as he focused, chanelling his power to protect himself, he could feel it giving away.

Blood streamed from his ears and eyes, from under his fingernails, from every pore and hole it could find. Flesh was pulverized, organs fell to pieces. Drac's body, kept alive only by his sheer force of will for all these years, was falling apart. Convulsively, he choked, blood running from his mouth like water, as his muscles twitched and twisted, agony filling his mind. Tearing at his soul, a torrent of unending, uncaring power.

It would be but moments before there was nothing left.

@thewizardguy

Teo attemots to grab the deamons neck in rage ,he saw Drac tearing apart .Teo got angry again ,the goggle lenses glowing deep crimson , the power crystal on his collar glowing bright crimson ,and a crimson anger filled aura surronding him . Teo is pissed ,and shits about to get real.

Teo's hands got filled with crimson plasma,hotter then blue plasma due to his anger .

@thewizardguy

Drac faced up to his mortality, as he saw himself being destroyed....

Death was approching.....

His end, was nigh...and his thoughts drifted to that of his family....

Bug....His son, who had become a wonderful person....

Lisa....His daughter....a girl he was proud to raise...

Ozzy....A slick talker, and a son who loved what he did, and that made Drac proud....

Eruka...his wife.....a formally frail, and small woman, now a mighty queen....his one true love....

Now, he thought of the horrific truth....if he dies here, they could very much die as well...his family...his family....

He would not fail them now!

"Seals one though 300, release!" Drac roars, as his body is coated in a blustling blue flame. He reared a hand back, and he began to charge up some sort of attack. His gauntlet glowed on his hand, as he focused his energy though it. A large mass of seals formed behind him, an attack of epic proportions. Drac needed time, time Teo was buying.

@thewizardguy

Ozzy rushes forwards, meeting the android, head to head. Ozzy's hands clutched a demonic blade once more, as he intended this time to destroy the thing before him. Lisa and Eruka began to attack, Lisa throwing plasma bolts, and Eruka unleashing a song of power, making both Ozzy, Lisa, and the armies with them stronger, while it seemed to rather painfully disrupt 5's sensors.

The tank explodes with the force of a 50 pound block of C4, and as the flames spewed forth, a figure dashes down the side of the dragon, using a blade to carve along the side of it, the mystical edge parting the scales of the dragon with ease. The armies refocused fire onto the omegans that could be seen, and it's obvious the man is heading for them as well.

Those in the shadows are ignored, for now...

@Wraithblade6

The dark one smiles, and attempts to hug eclipse, but fails, due to ghost things.

"Eclipse, Eclipse! Friend!" The dark one says, rather happy, and giddy to see his friend again. He awaits what the specter has to say, seeming quite happy. The small girl, Hanna, waits with Kishin, clinging to him, scarred due to the nature of the things she has seen, not to mention she noted the revived Cosmos walking off in his new corpse suit.

Logar gets up, and begins to walk off, deep into the swamp....as if he needed to do something there.
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"Listen, fool." Bug says, throwing Mithias back. "My father is trying to save us all, don't be a moron. We'd be slaughtered by that thing...he stands a chance, I sensed others there who will help him....we just need to find the rest of my family....." Bug says, before sighing. "I can sense where they are, but not how to get to them. Something is keeping me from entering...Damn it!" and with that bit of rage, Bug punches a small tree, knocking it over flat.

The Daemon grew, impossibly large. Already, it had expanded to the size of a skyscraper, and soon it would hit the edge of the massive cavern it had created for itself. A being of immense magical and physical power, and even as Teo ran up one of the arms, he could feel his cartoonium boots absorbing the shock of merely touching it. Throttling the being wasn't going to be an option - it's neck had the diameter of a bus, and most likely it didn't even need air. Then again, what else was there to do? There was no soul, there was no heart, there was nothing to really 'kill'. And yet, something had to be done.

A tiny red spark, a wave of energy that rushed through the room. A red star, blazing with the heat of a hundred nuclear bombs, boiling the air and burning the metal. Teo could feel it burn as he held it, his skin shrivelling and his hair being burnt from his scalp. A pale yellow glow consumed the metal not yet vaporized by the Daemon, as it started melting. A rain of molten steel fell from high above, casting rapidly moving shadows as they fell towards the center, disappearing once they got too close to the Daemon. Closing his eyes, he could feel the immense heat in the palm of his hand, all the power of a nuclear explosion focused into a single point.

As Teo stretched out his hand, this tiny point began to expand, his rage, his anger, his power focused. Guided forward, it expanded, growing hungrily even as the Daemon's fully attention turned towards to bug near it's neck.

It was too late.

A red flare enveloped the room, a flash of light brighter than the sun itself engulfed reality. For a moment, everything had ceased to exist, it was as if the Multiverse had ended just in that moment. A ringing scream, inhumanly ringing through the psychic spectrum, echoing in the depths of the mind like a bad memory. And as the light cleared, the Daemon became clear. Screaming, it thrashed, arms ripping through metal, blasts of magical energy eliminating all near it. It's face was burning, the source of it's screams, the bolt of plasma exploding right next to it, catching it off guard.

Teo was falling, burned and attempting to get his jet boots to function, his hair burnt away and his skin blackened.

But he had succeeded. There was an opening. There was a chance. As Drac stood, he felt the power in his hand solidify, green fire engulfing him, ancient translucent green chains floating around him, shattered. The very air shook, as he gathered his attack, the screams of a thousand angry souls could be heard to counter the sound of the Daemon itself.

One shot, one chance. All or nothing. The Daemon would heal, it would return, it would strike back. And Drac already knew he would not survive it's counterattack. The full force of such a being, directed solely at him, would level him in moments. And then, nothing would stand between the Daemon and the world.

You got one job, Drac. Don't fuck up.

As Clarent decided to walk away from the touching moment, Darkside appeared before him.
"You...Who are you?" Darkside asks the sword, but Minx walks over. "This is...Clarent, right? He was Creed's sword, and Creed was a friend of...of....." She starts, before gulping, not able to say his name. "He was on the planet, so I decided to save him...he would of gotten killed." She explains, and Darkside scratches his chin.
"A sword, huh? What powers did you posses, while in sword form?" Darkside asks Clarent, before he clutches his head. "Damn it, I...I felt something...horrible....I must go." Darkside says, before vanishing.
Minx sighs, and look over at Clarent. "..I'm so sorry....it was all my fault..." She says, looking down, and sniffling, as the tears hit the cold stone floor.

Clarent stared at Minx for a moment before his eyelids fluttered. He felt woozy... He stumbled a bit. "I-It's not... your fault..." Was all he could get out before he fell against the wall and slid down, falling into a deep sleep. He was not going to awaken from this sleep for some time. But this was wrong. He was supposed to be in his sword form, why couldn't he change back? It didn't matter. He slumbered, awaiting his new master to claim him.

@thewizardguy

Drac saw his opening...his chance.

He didn't need to seal it, he could kill it, right then, right there. His hands went behind him, as his gauntlet glowed brightly, for a moment, before the attack was launched.

Drac threw his hands forwards, as runic symbols appeared over him, and his blast was strengthened by something else, causing the beam of fast moving energy to get even larger, as Drac intended to completely erase the deamon with his attack. This was the shot, the only chance he had.

And he fired his best shot, ready to end this fight, for his family, and friends.

Clarent stared at Minx for a moment before his eyelids fluttered. He felt woozy... He stumbled a bit. "I-It's not... your fault..." Was all he could get out before he fell against the wall and slid down, falling into a deep sleep. He was not going to awaken from this sleep for some time. But this was wrong. He was supposed to be in his sword form, why couldn't he change back? It didn't matter. He slumbered, awaiting his new master to claim him.

Minx was alarmed, as she rushed over to the passed out Clarent.
"Clarent! Wake up! Oh god, don't die on me..." She says, before picking him up, and rushing him to the med-lab. After a few moments, she had him hooked up to several medical monitoring devices, and to much her surprise...he was fine, despite being in a sorta coma. After she sees this...she makes a choice. One, that she makes alone.

Walking down into the valley near the temple, and into the resting place of Naga Sadow....She placed around her, several holocrons of dark power, things Darkside had barred her from ever learning. It would be here, she would change herself...

....It would be here, where she learned the darkest powers the sith have ever controlled, power that Darkside fears using, and it is now, she would become strong enough to destroy the monster 5......

Clarent simply lays there, deep in slumber. He keeps imagining his old masters, and how weak they all were, every one dying sooner or later. Even Creed even died such a short time ago... His master Creed... Yet Clarent always grew stronger. Part of his master's strength always went into him. The sword itself was more powerful than all of his masters combined. Yet he was barred from using that power in his sword form, several seals blocking him... Now stuck in this human form, he realized he was able to use his full power. The spell... could wear off... he didn't have to stay... asleep! Soon after this thought erupted he fought and his mind... awoke. His eyes fluttered open, as he sat up quickly, panting, like one would awaken from a nightmare. He looked at his hands, and moved his hands, feeling his face and tugging on his skin. He was human-like in his appearance... They were so frail... He ripped off a piece of his cheek and looked fairly alarmed, letting out a sound of surprise, before the piece of flesh bonded back to him, healing quickly. He rubbed his cheek, more gently, fascinated. "Hmm..." He jumped off the bed and tore off all of the monitoring devices, looking around. It took him a few seconds to figure out how to walk in this form, but afterwords it proved simple enough. A lot easier than bouncing on the tip of a sword. "Minx?" He called, remembering her from before he passed out.

Bolts of plasma flew, as the Voidwalker softly hovered amongst the fields of corpses. And yet, to her slightest whim, the battlefield was changed. Superheated bolts that boiled the air, ripping through the armies of the Forsaken, their souls dissolving as their physical bodies were incinerated. Nothing got near her, nothing touched her, as she simply teleported from place to place, all attacks being redirected against their allies.

Every member of the Omegans excelled at one class of magic, with the exception of Cosmos. Voidwalker had taken portals to the maximum, and her mere presence made mass combat pointless. The Forsaken did more harm than good, as walls of fireballs and laser beams ripped struck Eruka from the side - her own minions' munitions moved right beside her.

The giant dragon was torn in two, and from beneath it's fleshed spilled thousands of smaller dragons, forming a flock that blocked out the sun, circling above as they unleashed vast volleys of fireballs, which were then redirected and focused by Voidwalker into great beams of flame, annihilating city block-sized areas at a time. Even as Eruka was recovering from the hit, she felt the heat of such a beam forming above her, as she looked up to see a portal forming just above her head.

Bahamut directed his dragons from afar, but was not far from the conflict himself. With a roar true to his nature as a dragon-themed magician, he rushed towards the mysterious foe with the sword. Flaming wings extended from his back, as he drew a weapon of his own - a katana inscribed with a golden dragon. And even as he slashed forward - an elogent and efficient rapid strike, similar to the style employed by Japanese Samurai - the sword roared in unison with him.

Cosmos smiled, as he looked upon the battlefield. He did not mingle in the battle directly. To fight his opponents on equal ground was beneath one such as him, who had mastered the nature of magic itself. Instead, he focused on the powers of the Hellworld around him, as he began subtly interfacing with the magic woven into it's walls. A thousand souls, tortured and torn, their power moving towards Ozzy and powering him up. In his own realm, the Demon formed quite the threat. Of course, if that power were to be redirected to five, it would end the fight rather quickly...

Speaking of which, 5 was already crackling with Soular energy. Ozzy was a smart person, and he realized a superior opponent when he saw one. 5's power was an expert mingling of the Dark Side and Soular Manipulation, two arts focused on the same root. Honed to the point of danger, 5 was most likely one of the most dangerous beings in the Multiverse, deadly even by the standards of the Omegans. Speed, ranged offensive, melee offensive, skill, versatility... in each field 5 was a master.

Of course, that would be outside the Hellzone.

Lightning streaks past Ozzy, as he flashes forward at immense speed, blades already flashing as the nanobots are crushed and molten by repeated swipes. 5 moves back, a field of kinetic energy throwing Ozzy back only for a moment - delaying but dealing no severe damage. Anger and arrogance are measured - it was clear that expressing any singular emotion above all others would be his downfall. Here, he was faster than any other, and stronger even than 5. Even as feelings of anger or happiness attempted to encroach in his mind, he simply dismissed them, hardened by his shrewd self-consciousness. he was master of his emotions, not the other way around. And as he dashed forward once more, he could barely restrain from pirouetting around the clumsy strike towards his chest.

Deep beneath the overgrown surface of the space station, a quiet ticking could be heard. A single light flickered, a series of half-broken screens crackling to life, white static visible through the moss and rust. The skittering of some space-born pest that had chosen this place to be it's home, reacting to the sudden light. An ancient protocol, running on a broken computer, the size of a continent. With a slow whirring, the Central Processor started to life, the heat burning away layers of plant life, the reinforced shell still solid. Not even a hundred years and rapid-growing plants could pierce the Voidmetal casing of the Plot Reactor.

And in the centre, as it had since the moment of it's creation, the Plot Hole burned on, devouring and creating, a flaw in the very concept of reality, an infinite source of energy tapping into a loophole in the Laws of Energy Conservation.

Ancient machines awoke from their slumber, the devices of the God Emperor himself, who had once spread his will across the Multiverse, before a rebellion had defeated him. His throne still stood, filled with the remnants of his power. The hole still stood, where he had blown his opponent through a kilometer of Voidmetal Alloys.

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[Hello?]

@Akihisa Yoshii

He finds her opening the door to the medical lab as he calls for her, covered in blood, weak, and almost dying. She steps slowly, her body swaying left to right.....

Blood drips from her skin.......

Her teeth barren, her lips reduced to ash......a smile never to vanish....

Her eyes a pitch black, pools of an abyss that stares back......

Her hair, a former pink, now stained black.....

"....Kevin......Kevin.....I'm going to...get you back...~" She calls out, looking around, as if she couldn't see what was around her...or that she saw more.