Clarent blinked, but was not inherently afraid. He instead seem concerned. "Minx, what the hell happened to you?" He asks, staring at her. He also felt that there was something he was forgetting, something in the back of his mind he couldn't quite figure out...

@thewizardguy

"....Hello, Odin." Bug simply states, smiling slightly...... "...You may not know me, but I know you."

Teo fell down ,doing a dramatic pose .Teo's anger died down ,his goggles cracked ,His gauntlets dented,his hair burnt off . His skin peeling off ,revealing his metal body ,wires coming out of his body , gears were the same .if it want for the combination of his goggles ,his cyborg anatomy ,ad his cartoon powers ,he would have been blind.

Teo tried to get his wings to work ,but his cape didn't even light up . Teo was glitching out ,unable to be able to speak without stuttering ,his head was twitching ,the lights behind his goggles flickering .

Teo took out a button ,he kept pressing it ,but nothing happened."COME..BZZT..COME ON!",Teo yelled as he fell ,Suddenly a purple blur picked him up .

Inside the Tetris ,it was revealed that butler bots were driving."Butler bots!" Teo yelled with glee,he took the wheel and acended

@Akihisa Yoshii

"I got stronger...so much stronger....Clarent...I need your help. A lightsaber won't be able to kill 5...but you..you can help me...." She says, holding a hand out. Physically, she was not as mighty as Creed. She wasn't as survivable, by a long shot...but her magical ability, these dark secrets she dug out of the darkest depths of the force, they were chock full of such power she rivaled, maybe even surpassed Creed...and her madness, it surpassed Creed's now. Her mind, given freely, for power. Her soul, now turning black, and starting to rot, in exchange for power beyond her normal limits.

Would the immortal sword lend his blade to this mad-woman, or await a different master? Only time, a shot amount of it, would tell.

All the times, all the incinerations... Mithias nearly flipped. He really hated portals.

By sheer will alone, Mithais threw Bug off of him and grabbed the very border of the portal itself... and... crawled... back... through.

"Drac!" The moderately pissed off vampire, lept out of the portal Drac had previously thrown him in. "I'm not leaving you behind!" The soul blade manifested like a rent in the substance of space in his right hand. He aimed at the WTF being in front of them as Drac was preparing his crazy attack.

@supertinyking

Clarent stood there for a moment, watching this woman. She was loosing her mind. Her madness was worse than his former master, and strangely tantalizing. The amount of magical power she possessed surpassed Creed himself. Her physical strength and durability didn't seem too good... but that would be tested. The sword stuck his hand out, slowly, taking her own. He felt as he was forced back into his blade form.

The sword clattered heavily to the ground, being surprisingly weighted in her hand. The sword lit on fire and its power and its own madness moved slowly through her. Only fate could decide whether or not the two beings could reach a marriage of wills. Would she break him like some of his former masters, truly becoming their slave? Or maybe she would be destroyed by his overwhelming power, crushed and rejected, burned to nothing. Only Creed had ever formed a kind of partnership with the blade, others simply beating the blade into an obedient weapon, or dying like fools thinking they could.

The ghost angel opened his arms as if to embrace the dark on, yet they passed through each other. Eclipse turned around to face him, sighing. "Dark One. You have prayed for me and seen to the proper burial of my remains, yet my spirit cannot rest. My grave has been desecrated nearly as soon as it was made, and my body has been defiled. An agent of eternal darkness walks in my corpse, corrupting my once pure image. You who have begun to walk in the light, I beg you, take my sword and return my body to the earth. I will guide you and aid you. I will always be with you." The faint angel knelt down, wings low, pleading humbly with the little dark one.

@Wraithblade6

"For my friend, I will help." The dark one states, bowing down. "...Teach me, how to be strong like you. How to protect like you...." The dark one pleas, begging for the angel to teach him to wield the powers of light. However, soon, ships began to appear into orbit, buildings slowly rose from the earth, and men in armor appear, wielding energy weapons.

The empire was being drawn to their emperor, by his might, and will.

@ShadowVentus

Mia shrugged. "Like I care what his problems were. I just want you to meet my new work!" Smiling, Mia flicked her wrist, as the ground seemed to give away under Ven. Not a trapdoor, as such, but ratherthe constant capability of this building to rebuild itself at Mia's merest whims. He was sent spinning and sliding down a long tunnel, no light anywhere, no warning when it suddenly turned, slamming him into the side of the tube.

Eventually, Ven emerged from the tube, dumped into a seemingly empty room. Bright white lights shone downwards from the ceiling into this round chamber, lined with reinforced walls. Some kind of cell, and yet several large windows had been built into the sides, far up from the ground of course. And no doubt it was reinforced. The now familiar heavy metallic grinding could be heard, shaking the room and the air. This room wasn't moving, but undoubtedly the pipe by which he had entered would no longer lead where he hoped it would lead - if it lead anywhere at all.

In the middle of the room lay what appeared to be Micheal, drenched in some mysterious green liquid, with small wounds on his arms and chest where the pipes had punctured his flesh. And yet, something different could be felt about this figure, aside from his lack of clothing or equipment. Something.... off.

A massive burst of energy, tearing through space like a natural disaster, a supernova concentrated into a single attack, all-or-nothing. A wave of green force, filled with not simply Drac's power, but the power of the realm he represented. The Forsaken, those who could not find peace in death, and instead continued to serve in his everlasting kingdom. Those who were loyal to him even from beyond the grave, those who would die for him again and again. The loyalty of thousands, and the love of a few. The very planet shuddered and fell apart, as the Deamon turned to face this blow, psychically screaming.

Everything was gone. The planet, the portal.... everything had been utterly annihilated. Drac hung there, motionless, his power exhausted, his body torn to pieces, on the threshold of death. His Seals had been restored, had they not been he would have burnt up on the spot. Giant rings of rubble surrounded him, still orbiting the remnants from the great fluctuation of space.

And there, floating amongst the rubble, was a sight most unseemly.

The proud figure of the Daemon, torn to pieces. The right half of it's body had been completely destroyed, pieces floating around, already beginning to return to the original host. It had not been enough. Not to kill the Daemon. There it was, powers already rallying to it's side, blazing blades forming from it's fingers, eyes burning with inhuman hatred. There had never been a chance, not really. The Daemon could not be killed, they could not be destroyed.

Of course, there was always a way, and even as Teo fiddled around with the Tetris, he found the Engine Block. If the Daemon's physical form could be completely destroyed, he could use the Daemon as fuel, burning it's very essence out of existence. He wouldn't destroy the Daemon, he would use it up.

Mithias looked up, and before him stood that figure, blazing with raging energy. And realization would dawn on him. Teo was incapacitated, Drac was on the brink of death, and his allies were cut off. Drac had beaten it down, Teo might be able to finish it off. But in order to do this, he would need to be the one to defeat it. His failure to do so would lead to the deaths not only of Drac and Teo, but most likely of most of this universe.

No pressure, of course.

[Greetings]

Slowly, the ancient computerized machinery of Ygdrassil came back to life, screens flickering on and off throughout the planet-sized structure. It had taken quite a lot of damage. Salvage crews, animals, asteroid impacts, and many other natural disasters had taken their toll even on the heavily armoured War Machine.

[Excuse me, but I don't appear to be running at full capacity. My memory is incomplete..... How may I help you?]

Teo hooks himself up to the Tetris power supply as he he threw his gauntlets ,power crystal ,and hammer to Mithias .

"Mith.BZZT...MITHias take the..BZT..m ,use them wisely "

Teo said ,glitching out.

Once again, as per usual upon exiting a portal of any kind, Mithias was particalized by a tremendous, planet-destroying explosion. He hadn't been the target of the blast, but he had clearly been too close, ie. in the same planetary orbit. Moments later, the particles of ash and blood and vapor that had once formed his physical being coalesced back into place, instantly healing, growing skin and hair, and reforming the wings he had just had.

"...yyeeeaarragh!" A string of expletives would have followed, except that the vacuum of space swallowed up the sound. Mithias was again a recognizable physical entity. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was the majority of the left half of a blue, multi-armed god of some sort, and it was angry. Drac floated around close by, clearly drained by whatever he had just done, and then, "Teo?" His lips formed the word, but air was spread out in pockets around the floating chunks of planet.

The vampire had no idea what a Daemon was, nor why Drac had shoved his friends into a portal and given everything he had to kill it, nor where in hell Teo had come from. Teo, the formerly indestructible cartoon creation, for once, looked like shit. He seemed desperate, giving his equipment, even his famous hammer, to Mithias in a last-ditch effort to finish... whatever job Teo and Drac had been doing. It was too bad Mithias understood so little.

Mithias took the items, finding them burdensome, and looked from Teo, to Drac, to the angry, injured god with the rapidly growing, fiery fingernails. Clearly, his allies had wanted to kill this thing, and there was a good chance that Mithias could finish the job, given its injured state, but Mithias didn't move.

Why? Why should he destroy this thing? Simply because it was powerful and ancient? Simply because it was a universal divine? What had it done? Why were they fighting? There wasn't reason enough to destroy something so magnificent.

"Injured god!" Mithias tried communicating with it, as it began to reform itself. "I am no servant of destruction. Forgive my friends. Let us leave, and I will do you no harm."

@Wraithblade6

"For my friend, I will help." The dark one states, bowing down. "...Teach me, how to be strong like you. How to protect like you...." The dark one pleas, begging for the angel to teach him to wield the powers of light. However, soon, ships began to appear into orbit, buildings slowly rose from the earth, and men in armor appear, wielding energy weapons.

The empire was being drawn to their emperor, by his might, and will.

Eclipse smiles and places a hand on the dark one's forehead. "I will grant you the use of my divine shield. Call upon Iomedae's grace to protect you or others. My sword will retain its holy power while in your hands. Use it wisely. My corrupted form will not be able to withstand its light. Remember, the Goddess loves all. Be merciful, always give peace a chance. Even the greatest darkness may beg to be brought into the light." And so the ghost faded, and the dark one found itself and its friends surrounded by the soldiers and buildings that had risen out of the ground.

"Uhh Mithy ,It's gonna destroy th universe ,look at Matt's post!"

Teo says as he throws a transcript of Wiz's post to mithias .

"Kill that thing before it kills us all!"

Mithais fumbles with the gauntlets, power crystal, hammer, and transcript... until he grows himself 2 more arms. Ah, that's better. He reads the transcript, completely confused as to who this "Matt" person is, but he does recognize his own name. "What is this? ... Wraithblade6?" Quickly scrambles to read the previous writings. Ven, Bug, Drac, Odin, Clarent, Mia... He recognized that name. "Eclipse's ghost? Is Eclipse dead??" Mithias was completely lost. He glanced up at the Daemon. Well, it did look like the thing might be too angry to reason with. Two gauntlets, power crystal, hammer, and a soul-drinking, dimension-cutting blade in arms, Mithias dropped the random transcript and faced Shiva.

@Akihisa Yoshii

Minx growls, her arm twitching from pain, as soon Clarent would feel her will itself push against his madness, as she held it at bay, her mind, while broken, was sharp, like a broken glassy edge.

"...Clarent....we have an old friend to find."

This, would be Minx's plan, as she began to walk towards the door of the area, before Darkside appeared...and he saw a horrific sight.

"Minx! What...what did you do.....what..." Darkside begins, baffled, confused...and he then saw Clarent.

"What did you do to her?!" Darkside roars, as he moves to rip Clarent from her grasp, but the sly Minx vanishes, almost seeming to teleport behind Darkside, with her new found speed. "..Father....I'm following your foot steps...aren't you proud of me?" Minx asks, looking at her father figure...as he falls to his knees, and sobs.

What have I done? Oh what have I done? These were the thoughts racing though Darkside's mind. Minx looks sad, for just a moment, before vanishing, moving at extreme speeds across the desert plains, a large trail of sand kicked up behind her.

These tiny beings had harmed. Tiny flecks upon the cosmic scale of creation, creatures of the lesser 'life' that had claimed the universe in their absence. The True Life, diluted until it was nothing more than a smouldering cinder, before a raging bonfire of might. The balance had been shaken and cracked, tilting ever since it had been made absent from the universe. And yet, this was not the universe it belonged in, not the home for it's existence. How was it that the mysterious orb that had granted it freedom, that shattering of reality that had ripped it's bonds asunder, had also so weakened it that such ants could harm it, and left it stranded outside of it's home?

It did not matter. It would rebuild the universe in it's image, create an order an peace free from the diluted False Life, those tiny beings that now so peskily stopped her.

Focusing it's attention, Shiva grabbed a hold of the concept that named itself 'Mithias'. Two souls, one body, holding shreds of a fate that did not belong to it. It was an impurity, an affront, and as such it was only right that it would be the first to be eliminated. It took that concept, and ripped at it, tearing at the edges, fraying the known into nonexistence, loosening the bonds that prevented it from simply scattering into dust. This 'vampire' would be broken down into it's base elements, nothing more than physical elements and the stuff of magic, for creating new life.

The True Life, the Soul, had been diluted. Wasted on these pathetic beings. It would be from them that Shiva would form a new life, a life that served only it's will. It would create a new line of Gods, in it's own image of perfection, who would be granted control of this strange and new universe.

With an explosive pulse of power, Mithias felt his body trembling, as his mind trembled alongside it. His cells put themselves back together as soon as they broke, and yet a destruction of a more severe scale was approaching. On an atomic level, the Atom Force was being annihilated. The universal force that held all atomic substances together, the overlapping electromagnetic fields that prevented the core from simply floating apart. Soon, there would be nothing left of Mithias but subatomic particles. The base materials from which Shiva would form it's new 'Master Race'.

@supertinyking

The sword in Minx's possession was silent for a moment, before a low rumbling begins and his madness breaks her will and floods her, attempting to erase her and yet at the same time empowering her. She would fight him, he knew, but he had to do it. She started catching fire, her arms bursting aflame as she moved, and when put out they only reappeared upon her legs, burning her. The fire spread over her, slowly, threatening to reduce her to nothing more than dust. Whatever the nature of the fire, average, magical, etc., it never stopped, eating at her very existence. The flames licked at her body, only growing hotter and higher. Clarent was, for some reason, burning her to absolutely nothing.

Teo shoots a huge laser out of the Tetris at Shiva.

"TAKE THIS YA FRICKIN SPACE HITLER!"

He yells as he shoots the laser ,This one had special properties however ,Teo imbuned his soul into the laser ,Not killing him ,but leaving him very weak.

The laser it self had the power of insanity ,creativity ,and utter bullshit .

"I REJECT YOUR NEW REALITY!"

he roars as he falls to the Tetris floor. The laser would still fire ,further weakining Siva if it hit.