@thewizardguy

The creature drops rapidly, leaving a crater in the roof of the main castle shortly before the sun flickers and goes out with a comedic "zzzt" like a light bulb, the illusion broken.

The creature stands warrily, rubble falling off of him as ornstein, the once great dragon slayer, rushes into the room and charges at the crature, his spear meeting the unyeilding 'flesh' and faltering before it grab the head and tugs him closer by it, uppercutting the fallen slayer out of the building and up on level with cosmos before he crashes down to anor londo once more, the souls feeding into the currently present chosen undead as the creature exits the room, crashing through the balcony due to it's weight but thankfully going no further thanks to the nature of the structure. Smough then joins it on the lower and attempts to wallop it like a nail with his great hammer, the creature stopping it with a single hand before running up and punching him in the rotund belly, launching him out of the castle and into the undead parish, the obligatory items dropping in front of the creature before it simply devours them, having no use for the trinkets.

Though, after a bit of finagling it rejoins the omegans through use of raw kinetic propulsion, keeping it's illogical flight stable through magic as it reassumes it's watching position now that the guardians of the realm had been dealt with

@Tyki

As the creature would plummet down from the sky, a large, nigh, massive bolt of lighting slams into it, despite the anti-magic field, knocking it off course. Rather than falling into the princesses's chambers, it lands within the main hall, smashing into one of the royal sentinels, turning it into a heap of twisted metal as it dissolved into souls, them flooding towards a man, clad in a strange armor not familiar to the creature..but, the insignia on his chest, a symbol of the sun, would reveal who it was to nigh everyone else.
"Halt, creature. None shall harm the princess." Solaire declares, talisman in hand, eyes glowing slightly.

@thewizardguy @Wraithblade6
Creed blinked at the sudden appearance of multiple people, driving in a convertible no less. He steps back as the car nearly hits him, and looks around at the ruins of the city. Strygwyr's grin is what brings him back to the current situation, making Creed tilt his head slightly at him. "Uhh, hello..." Is his greeting, not knowing if he was in trouble, insane, or both. "Should I know any of you?" He looks at all three of them and wonders where the hell they came from.

@CreedTheChimera@Wraithblade6

Soon, the small creature, the Dark One, leaps from Wraith's lap, and flies before Creed, sniffing him. "...Burns." It says, looking up at him with its head tilted slightly.
But then, the sounds of footsteps, and heavy breathing is heard, as from the bushes, progresses forwards a man, scarred, bloodied, missing his right hand, his clothing shredded. His face would be familiar though, at least, to Creed. This man would look almost identical to Kevin, down to minute facial details.
"Where....did those...bastards go..." He grumbles, hobbling forwards. He notices Creed, and chuckles. "Hey, Creed, how're you...I thought you were dead."
Bloodseeker could smell the blood on the man, sense the many different wounds he had, burns, cuts, bruises...lots of bruising, even some in his lungs, oddly. He was a dead man walking, who with a little nudge....

@thewizardguy

A cold wind blew some sparkling snowdust across the crater from Bob and Drac's explosion. Mithias once again stopped, listening. He looked over at the three dead dragons. Their recently spilt blood was completely run out, cold, and freezing on the ice. Mithias somehow innately knew he could drink that blood, but not if it was dead, which it was. he turned his solemn expression toward the human clan members and warriors that were now surrounding the dragons, preparing to make use of them.

A deep sound pulsed once in his mind, as if he had heard it at wavelengths that no other being could possibly have appreciated. A heartbeat, just one, echoed in his blood like a memory, like a judge's gavel slamming down, casting his sentence. It was the sound of blood.

The vampire scanned the people who stood bravely watching him, and he began walking slowly toward the humans. Mithias didn't say anything as he approached and passed the young, the girls, an older man was selected as his target, his prey. The man didn't run. A girl briefly began a shout in protest, but was quickly grabbed by another clan member and told to be still.

Mithias got close. The man closed his eyes. His neck was right there, so warm and alive. The pulse of a big, thundering beat rang again in Mithias' senses and he realized.. it was coming from a direction. The background suddenly came into focus into his glowing red eyes as his gaze met the cracked eye-slits of one of the dragons. There was light there. It was not dead!

With his mind lost to hunger, Mithias animalisticaly moved to leave he man and started walking swiftly and hungrily over toward the dragon.

Seeing its ruse was up, the albeit seriously wounded giant, scaly beast suddenly picked up its head and threw out a wing. Its claws raked the ground, shooting shards of ice in all directions as it opened its maw in a desperate last attempt to escape. A blast of ice-breath enveloped the oncoming vampire. Mithias was blind with thirst and was caught directly in it, throwing his arms up in front of himself, but inevitably getting encased in a block of ice. Most beings would have been killed. The dragon then proceeded to drag its wounded body up threateningly, humans ran from it, and it roared at Alice. It was going to try to get away and kill anything in its way.

@supertinyking

After some calculations, tiny and i discovered that the sunlight spear would only nudge the creature a good foot or so at best and that the impact from it hitting the castle would cleave it in half, leaving smough to jump out the window nearly imediately, ornstein to go check on gwynivere and then jump out when he saw that she was gone. After a bit of finagling the three of them met up on the bridge leading up to the castle which had, by now, sunk into the city. Ornstein was the first to make a move, his spear lighting up before he dashes at the creature, the creature narrowly avoiding the spear by turning before grabbing ornstein's legs and suplexing him half way into the ground only for smough to hammer the creature down like a nail, the creature lifting himself out of the ground nearly as quickly as he'd been hammered into it, keeping a firm grip on smough's hammer as his upper half spins and contorts like a spring before releasing, launching the 700 pound behemith like a ragdoll into solaire.

@Tyki
Solaire is soon joined by another, a white figure wielding a massive hammer with one hand, clad in enchanted golden armour. With the strength of a hundred men, and the toughness to withstand even the most devastating of attacks. The Chosen Undead, the greatest guardian of the world of Anor Londo.

Cosmos frowns, as a thousand timelines converge. Spirits and ghosts gather, as hundreds of heroes surround the wire creature below. Each an unkillable force, relentless. The creature tanked their attacks, and tore them apart, but even it would not be able to endure. The true defence of Anor Londo lay in it's infinite swarm of unkillable heroes, thousands of which would gather at once. Great beams of Soular energy blasted it, dozens at a time, each with the power of a small cruise missile. Great pillars of flame erupting around it, with sufficient heat to turn stone to lava at a mere touch. Blow after blow of powerful melee attacks, as heroes made use of every weak spot they were able to identify, making use of his more advanced capabilities nigh-impossible.

If this were to continue, even the Omegans would progress slowly. Even now, only one in ten of this world's convoluted realities was 'active', only a fraction of the defense force was striking at the creature below. And even with it's immense strength, it could not win this battle. For every enemy it killed returned, revived at the nearest bonfire. Summoning more allies from nearby realms, others invading on their own.

Blasts of energy were redirected, as Voidwalker provided support. The undead ranks were struck by their own attacks, blasting away at the ranged attackers to relieve the constant battering assault. It was this covering defense that provided the opening for both Bahamut and Kihaku to appear, each facing off against a fraction of the defenders. Hundreds forming from nothing to meet the threat.

Far above, Cosmos reached into the enchantments laced into this place. The Undead Curse, as it was called, prevented these beings from dying permanently. He would break it, allowing the Omegans to proceed to the First Fire.

@Wraithblade6
((You know, I was referring to eating the dead.... but whatevs))
As the creature reared it's head, Alice seemed to hiss. She shot forward, dodging around the blast of ice that encased Mithias. The creature turned, it's massive head smashing Alice aside as it struggled to stand. An arcane field of energy protected it from attacks, the simple energy weapons of the people below having little to no effect on the behemoth. It's massive wings extended, small typhoons seeming to gather under them, it's own magic power beginning to lift it into the sky.

Alice meanwhile rushed at it once more, her legs transforming to springs as she shot after it, her fist transforming into a giant claw, the impact knocking it back to the ground. Dodging blasts of ice and somehow remaining on the roiling scales, she started breaking through it's layered magical and physical defenses, utilizing her immense physical strength and manoeuvrability. It was clear she had done this before, and that the wounded dragon would soon rejoin it's fallen kin.

A crack appeared in Ozzy's hell dimension. A white hole, a hole in reality itself. A rift in time. Ozzy of course tried to stop it, but even with his means he could not find a way to prevent reality from fraying. Whatever was causing this was beyond his comprehension. An event that had, in all of time and space, never before occurred must lie behind the White Holes.

The sphere was about 9 meters (29 ft.) in diameter, completely and perfectly spherical. It produced a light vacuum, as air was able to pass into it. However, a slight pressure barrier prevented the air from vacuuming into it as it might otherwise have done. Had the atmosphere been less filled with soot, it would probably not have had the weight necessary to pass through. Where the air emerged was completely unknown, but if one were to look closely at the sphere they would see something deep within. Not a solid image, but rather a series of images, from all over the Multiverse. Like a Powerpoint display of all of reality, images from times long past flashing by. If one were to look hard enough, they might even gaze into their own past.

@supertinyking

"It's not my fault you're slow." Asura says in hopes that gunner would make at least one mistake.

"Shut up...." theta murmurs as she crumples to the ground

@thewizardguy

The creature was pinned in place by the barrage, constantly having to keep moving in order to avoid attacks from everywhere, Ornstein and smough thankfully helping against the invaders due to their natures as defenders of this place, creating a moment where the two great warriors were on the same side as their would be attacker.

While the two great defenders charge into the fray the wire creature hangs back, moving it's arms to it's hips, palms up as it slowly brings it's hands together as if praying in front of it's stomach, it's arms seeming to blur and become more than just the two it had on it shortly before the defenders would recognize that it's arms were actually multiplying, giving it an extra two sets, circles opening up in it's palms and the tips of it's fingers, power flowing out of them to form spheres of white energy before it rushes forwards, slamming the sphere's into the bridge right after the connector, splitting the path with it's palm strikes as it's launched back by the effort, leaving the invading undead to only be able to rely on ranged attacks which void walker handles handedly, the three turning back together, each of them taking a fighting stance before duking it out surprisingly honorably, the creature's arms having reformed into the normal pair as it ornsteine swipes at it, keeping his distance after learning his mistake for charging earlier, smough charging in and attacking relentlessly, the wire creature dodging and blocking the immense blows. Between the three of them, the fight is quite a sight to behold, their bodies flowing like water as each attack from one was followed up by another, the sheer beauty of the carnage like watching someone create a masterwork of art for bahamut, the being that had defeated him not putting his shame to waste as it's next fight was a thing of beauty that was cut short when the great behemith that was smough finally got clipped one too many times and went for a tumble off the bridge, hitting the bottom with a sickening thud, ornstein reaching a hand out to try and prevent his fall too late before his extended hand clenches into a fist, his size growing along with the power rolling off of him as a great roar bellows forth from the warrior's enraged throat.

The wire creature stays calm at the knight's rage, continuing to dodge and get clipped by the master spearman up to the moment smough's influence on the Dragon slayer takes hold and he jumps up, his entire form radiating lightning before he falls back down, the bridge section becoming a light show of energy, the wire creature appearing to have collapsed under the immense energy that had been sent through it. However, when the dragon slayer goes to finish off the fallen form of the creature, the bridge beneath him collapses, the wire creature having fled to the underside during the lightning tsunami. Rather than let the great slayer fall to his death, the creature extends down to drop him off safely in the city before heading back onto the bridge just in time to face solaire, which had had enough time to arrive by now

@supertinyking
Creed blinks, seeing a very injured Kevin right in front of him. No, it couldn't be... "... Who are you?" Creed went from surprised to defensive, gripping Clarent's hilt, becoming more aware of his surroundings. He didn't like this one bit. The fact that someone was impersonating his friend created several different feelings within him, none of them good. Whether friend or foe, he hoped the bastard had a good reason to be stealing Kevin's form...

@CreedTheChimera

"...I..am Raiden....right hand...to the lordess of the sith." Raiden says, hobbling forwards. "Take..that hand off your sword, before I make you eat the damn thing..." He growls, before spitting up blood. "..Correction...take your hand off...that sword, and help me...I'll pay you..handsomely..." He starts, before he spits up more blood. "God damn creature, dragging me into space...to keep myself...together..it damaged my organs. If I don't get medical help soon, I'll have to resort to a rather..nasty tactic for the both of us..." Raiden warns, him not at all looking to be doing well.

@thewizardguy@Tyki

Solaire would meet the creature as it advanced, sword in one hand, talisman in the other. "Creature, do you hear me? Turn back, now. This is not your world, and you will not destroy the Princess." Solaire warns, his eyes starting to glow with a golden fury.

As Cosmos would attempt to fray, and unweave the curse that held these warriors in undeath, he would find a powerful, extremely powerful force, something holding this curse together, dispite Cosmos's tamperings and incantations, he finds that until they were to snuff out this core, even he wouldn't be strong enough to undo the curse......
Then, suddenly, a large blast of magic rises into the air, an explosion of light, like a small sun going nova.

A signal.

Far off, a man in stone armor looks up, and sees this flash of light though the wooden door at the base of a tower. He begins his slow advance to Anor Londo.....This will take some time...

A scaleless dragon, nigh, he did not see the flash, but felt it, him taking wing to the sky.......He would arrive soon.

A servant of the dead one sees the light, from the one place he patrolled of the catacombs. The undead ran, the light making his golden armor almost seem to glow...The Dead one would be there after some time....

A demon, resting in the lower Parish looks to the sky, seeing the call for its mother to be summoned. Leaping about the stone arch, and fog gate, the demon rushes off to be able to warn its sisters, brothers, and mother...chaos would emerge soon.........

In the deepest depths of the abyss, even this light would not reach the kings, but their servants were able to see this flash of light, and they would carry out their will. The servants of the abyss would emerge after all else has appeared......

@kishin asura

This gets a chuckle from the bounty hunter. "How about we make this quick with a little wager then? I've been practicing a new form, no one, not even Theta has seen it yet....It's thanks to this new body I can do it, and I'd bet you wouldn't survive thirty seconds against it. What do you say, think you can handle my new trick?" He asks the Kishin, sneering almost.

Hunger sees he did his part, as he unties Camilla. "You should run, just incase she gets violent, ok? Rinack will be the one to guard her. You need to get to safety." Hunger tells her, before going to untie Rinack...

@thewizardguy

((I don't think Mith can drink dead men's blood.))

@thewizardguy

Ozzy peered deep into this rift, and he knew what it was..but he thought, maybe just, he may be able to use this to his advantage. Taking an Imp, a simple demonic creature of low power, Ozzy tied a mystical chain around it, before letting it fly into the white hole, hoping to use it as a scout to figure out what was on the other side.

@supertinyking
"..." Creed lets his arm drop and starts walking forward. "Well that ought to-" Before he can finish his thought, he pauses as he presses his hands together before him, confused slightly at the lack of red sparking. After he remembers he pauses and sighs, putting his arms down. "Well, I don't know where we're going to find any help for you in this world. It seems everything within five-square miles has gone to shit, and probably everything else as well. Unless one of these two can do anything about it." He gestures to the two guys that turned up earlier, the 'Dark Pun' and 'Stryhwyr', he thought he heard, or maybe the names just popped up in his head. He was never good at remembering people.

@supertinyking

"You do know who you're talking to. Right?" Asura asks. Raising an eyebrow "I think I can handle it."

"I'm not gonna leave a friend behind!" Camilla shouts rather stubbornly

@kishin asura

The bounty hunter begins to laugh, as his body bulks up slightly more, his eyes began to glow, and his body became shorter, condensed almost. "This, is my ultimate form. I'm pushing my body to its limits at this point. If I hold this form for more than 50 seconds, my body will start to tear itself apart." Gunner says. "Now that I spend twenty seconds explaining, I have thirty to crush you.."
In a flash, the hunter is gone, and Asura feels breath on the back of his neck. "...I'll only need ten."
The first strike moved exceptionally fast, much, much faster than any movement he had done before, catching Asura's side, crumpling ribs, and damaging internal organs. A vast array of these strikes pummel Asura, but only after five seconds, the bounty hunter stops right before Asura, blood leaking from his mouth. "..Shit..I..misca-" He begins, before his skin begins to tear, blood coating Asura as high amounts of it are sprayed around, him puking up chunks of meat, and blood, him bending over. "..I..guess..you won...damn..it..." He says, looking up. "I should of just..stuck..to the normal forms...damn it, why get fancy now?" He seems to start talking to himself, berating himself, before passing out before Asura, completely defenseless. If Asura wanted to, a single stomp could be the end....

Hunger goes to continue his speech, before sniffing. "..I smell blood...lots of it. One of them..." he says, letting his sentence hang as he looks over at the house. Then, a portal opens, and Maka steps forth, seeing now the group of people standing around near her home. "..I leave..for an hour, to get groceries...and this happens..." Maka starts, getting angry enough to cause her face to turn a dark red.