Screams of terror run rampant as a remote village became an unfortunate victim to the rage of a mighty Vassal. A blast of hot atomic fire bathes the town in fire as it spreads from one house to the next, killing several villagers in the process as a tall humanoid figure walks slowly through the crumbling infrastructure. Titanica has only been awake for several days and already she has been laying waste to every settlement and opponent she crosses, whether they be humans, angels, or demons. And she has been anything but merciless to either so far. It was time for the ten-thousand-year annual cleansing of the Nexus and this year she's even more wrathful than any of her previous awakenings. As the villagers flee from their burning settlement, Titanica issues a bellowing roar, one that would shake the heavens and the stars beyond. When will her rage end is anyone's guess, but so far there's no signs of her halting any time soon. If her path of destruction keeps up at this rate, the whole Nexus will burn in her wrath and undying fury...
But such was the fate of those unfortunate to dwell in the Neutral Areas of the Nexus. For how lethal they fancied themselves against any of the three Factions, it was still futile in the wrath of a Vassal hellbent. As buildings crumbled into burning dust around Titanica's feet and smoke rose into the air, one particular structure was to be noticed close by. It was the latest in Titanica's long line of targets and if she cared to pay attention, she would realize it was a mural of some sort; was, as it had been torn from its walls and lay burning. Yet even from her height, Titanica could clearly stare at the figure whose image had been immortalized by art. And even through the flames, the mural
stared unmoving before being lost into the chaos of ash and dust. Perhaps it was a religious piece meant for prayer and worship among those of the Neutral Areas. It was a great irony on this day.
As the Vassal of Destruction looks upon the figure ingrained within the walls of time, her lips flare up in disgust as she issues a low guttural growl. To her, it looked nothing but a piece of religious sanctimony that they've made up, or even if the character is real she had no knowledge of her existence. Really nor did she even care that this person was looked up at by the masses. She will not save them... she will not hear their cries for help... she is nothing but disappointment in their times of utter darkness and despair. With that, her spines begin to pulse rapidly as Titanica exhales another beam of hot-blue plasma at the mural. The mural's destruction should definitely sway the mortals' morality into chaos and dismay as they will have no other choice but to flee or die horrifically in a flaming bath that is of their own town. Once she deems the mural to be blown to ashes, the Vassal begins to turn as continues on her path of destruction, waiting to find another town to destroy.
With her back turned from the once great mural, Titanica would be unable to see the tattered and scorched remains of what once was shrivel and wrinkle among the flaming ground. Writhe and squirm, twist and move, as if the scraps were somehow alive. It appeared to be the case because soon enough each remaining fragment slithered in mangled shapes and forms, pooling into one center. A mass of black, sheening like oil and as thick as molasses bubbled where the scraps converged. Everyone in the village had perished, leaving to it no witnesses to realize, upon closer inspection, that the mass was in fact a great pool of black, wriggling eels.
The vassal stops dead in her tracks as she cracks her neck to the right. It seems that this mural is much more alive than she originally anticipated. A deeper and more guttural growl escapes her lips as she slowly turns to face this new challenger that has risen up against her. Her tail smashes onto the floor twice as she eyes the swirling mass that's forming in the center of the village. Titanica soon recognizes them to be black eels, similar to those she sees in her time underwater, only they were slightly larger and more sinister looking. A short bellow escapes her mouth as she continues glaring at this mass of black ooze.
"A challenger..." she growls menacingly as her spines begin to pulse rapidly once more,
"Stay out of my way if you value your pathetic life."No response was given to Titanica's heated words but the bubbling mass of slimy, dead-eyed eels did soon part. As if rising out of the grave, there stood the figure that matched the mural feature for feature. Eyes unblinking, uncaring to the vortex of flame and disaster around them, the woman in kimono garb was as still as the dead.
"Titanica. I have been charged with making you docile for the time being," the woman said in a voice near-lost by the harsh winds and beckoning flames, emotionless as her own gaze. Only by the shared nature of Vassals would Titanica hear her loud and clearly.
"I will show you one opportunity of mercy as par with my duties and decree of my Master."A snarl and chuff would be the initial response given by Titanica. She promises mercy if she halts her advance? Her animalistic instincts tell her otherwise. Whoever this person is, she is clearly barking up the wrong character. She is the Vassal of Destruction, the Great Balancer of the Nexus, the one who will cleanse the Nexus clean and make way for new life to appear on scene.
"You?" she asks unfazed by her threat,
"You think you have what it takes to defeat ME?" She issues a threatening stomp as her heel issues a massive tremor and a crack in the ground as it sprawls towards the challenger, threatening to engulf her within the abyssal crevice.
"Just who do you think you are?" finishes the Vassal boastingly as her eyes began to glow hot blue to show her dominance.
"I have shown you my mercy. Whatever happens next is of your own volition," the woman said. She neither ran away from the approaching crack nor did she fade back into her pile of eels. Rather, she took one step forwad, evenly and precariously so as not to damage her kimono.
"Your rage is very bothersome. Surely being this emotional only tires you out." When those next words were said, they came as a gentle reverberation right against Titanica's ear. It didn't take much deduction to realize the woman was now standing on the other Vassal's massive shoulder.
"You do not even ask of me my name. Such rudeness before me. A vile voice yearns to be silenced," the woman whispered deep into her prey's ear.
As the voice leaned closely into her right ear, Titanica snorts as she tries to shake her head out of that voice.
"Get out of my way!" she growls as she sweeps her tail into several other burning houses, utterly destroying them on the spot. Then she stops and looks to her left... and there the woman was now standing on top her shoulder remarking on how rude she is. Her teeth gleam as her rage subsides for just a quick second to ask...
"And just WHO... are you?" followed by a deep and nasty snarl of displeasure. Her right hand becomes clenched as it begins shaking in rage, trying to momentarily resist the urge in squashing this character like an insignificant bug.
"My name is Roma," the woman said, voice still stoic but her gaze holding the reflection of Titanica's own rage like a mirror.
"Ah, you are restraining yourself. That is very good to see, though knowing of your exploits, I will need to force you into submission regardless." Roma's crimson pupils did not dilate or widen, merely staring down the other Vassal much like a spider would with its own eight, beady eyes devoid of light. And just like a spider, Roma daintly skittered along the length of Titanica's back until reaching her other shoulder, nary an inkling of effort in her posture or disposition.
"Change size as much as you would like. I will accomodate for it," she said, raising up her sleeve to conceal a most dark smirk.
It was then when Titanica's eyes began to squint as she issues yet another scowl. With a mighty roar, the giant's other shaking hand violently recoils to smash this 'Roma' as she issues a thundering smack across her other shoulder, issuing a miniature shockwave in the process. At this point this character felt like an annoying little mosquito buzzing in her air and probably attempting to get a prick of her own blood.
"BEGONE YOU FOOLISH CREATURE!" she bellows as she moves her weight to the other side as she stomps on another house and swipes a few more away with her massive tail. Now she's getting really more furious with this person, continuing to clench her shoulder to crush this Roma for good.
"As expected. I will need to use force for you." Roma's voice came in front of the great lizard now for the kimono woman rested upon Titanica's nose. Either she was moving at an impossible speed to avoid these blows or...perhaps Titanica was just that slow. Whatever the case, Roma pinched the bridge of her own nose and held in a sigh.
"Titanica, has it never occurred to you what happens after you destroy these villages? You often leave them in flames, yes? And where fire rises into the atmosphere...." The first rumblings of thunder answered her thoughts, Roma not even having to look up to see the darkening clouds gathering from the heat in the air spiraling around them.
"...storms are bound to follow. This will not hurt," Roma said. At once her hand burst into a plume of crackling electricity and in mere moments a bolt much greater than Titanica descended down from the heavens above. With intent to scorch flesh and render earth asunder, Roma watched in silence as she felt the massive Vassal ripple beneath her feet. Titanica would be electrocuted for as long as Roma saw fit to wear her down.
"I lied. This will be extremely painful," she deadpanned, ceasing her onslaught.
As soon as the first bolt descends upon the giant Vassal, she instantly feels a pain far greater than she had ever anticipated. A surge of hard-electricity courses through her veins as she roars in brutal agony. As she attempts to shake the first strike off, suddenly several more bolts begin to crash down on her. Each bolt issues an strong and excruciating surge of pain so unbearable in fact that any other non-vassal being should instantly be burned alive by the the first bolt. In addition, she slowly feels the energy seeping out of her body and the world around her slowly getting bigger and bigger. That's when she realizes that she was in fact getting smaller... back to the size of mortal men. She continues roaring in pain in spastic burst to keep her self awake and active to increase more adrenaline, even firing off several large volleys of atomic breaths upon the cindered town, but even this isn't enough to help her. Once she finally descends to her regular size, Titanica finally falls to her knees in submission. The mighty vassal breathes heavily as she tries to get back on her feet, only to resort back into her kneeling position. She felt devastatingly weak and vulnerable at this point.. to the point where she can't even call her atomic breath. It's as if every single drop of that energy was sucked completely dry from her veins.. She looks up viciously at Roma as she bears her sharp teeth with saliva dripping from her lips.
"You... BITCH!" she roars through her teeth,
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!"A swift punt to Titanica's gut was answer from Roma; by the time she recovered from that, the Eel was standing rim rod still, as if she hadn't moved a muscle.
"It is a shame Titanica. I had been looking forward to taming you at your full size and power. But it seems I overdid it. A rectifying mistake for the future," Roma said, once more kicking Titanica down but this time keeping her sandled foot upon the other woman's head with gentle presses.
"Now let us begin your descent into temporary retirement...."
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