"Tch. Those weapons won't kill me. Of course, I had planned for this."
Genocide looks Kishin in the eye, unblinking, unfaltering. There was no fear in his eyes or appearance, despite the mortality he had displayed up until this point. And deep in those eyes, a hidden source of power could be seen.
"It seems you've got my boss tied up. But he's late on my paycheck, you see, so I can't allow you to keep him."
The plants were dying. It felt strangely natural, watching the tiny plants of the swamp shrivel up and die, watching the great tress grow old before their very eyes. Dead fish float to the surface, Already decaying, before they once more sink. It was suffocating, it was immense, the aura that now dropped into this swamp. This absolute darkness, this absolute evil that now seeped through these waters, sucking the life out of the very planet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alucard, Lord of the Omegans."
The figure in question had the appearance of a demon. It was tall, with skin black as Obsidian, two large batlike wings extending from it's back. Two surprisingly human eyes adorned it's face, irises blood red. It's hair was a chrome white, contrasting sharply with the rest of it's body, as it stood there in the swamp. But it was far more than a demon. Greater in power even than an Omegan, with it's mere presence it brought death. All those present instantly realized that this being was not to be fucked with.
"Not that it matters. You'll all be dead soon."
That last sentence was quite the bad wording on Alucard's point. Not a man for rather fruitless talks of gloating, or intimidation, Logar raised his blade in defiance, as suddenly from the sky, hell fire rained upon the lord of the omegans. Obrbital ships fired guns made to rip apart fleet hulls, as several aircraft flew in, clone troopers repelling down, pulling out their laser weapons, and opening fire.
"All of you, take the deamon born and flee. Keep him prisoner, I'll keep this fiend back!" Logar shouts, as he charges forth, clutching the heart in his left hand, and his blade of war in the other, as he began his first, and possibly final battle in this new reality. A gunship lands, the doors open for the host of people there to drag their new captive to somewhere they could escape.