//Alternate Timeline//
Kami grins down at Nathan, as he holds up his hand. He'd had enough time, and the disadvantage of a clone army was that every clone had the exact same mind. A flash of light lit up the entire planet, as the massive army of clones that Nathan had assembled against the Daemonborn simply crumpled to the ground, seemingly dead from a single attack, from Kami's glowing right hand. This fight was one-sided, to say the least, and both Nathan and Kami knew it. Fate had already run it's course, and according to the correct timeline, Kami would wipe out Nathan and his entire army, after Nathan used a clone of the Clone Emperor.
Kami was good-looking, one could say. He was tall, with long blonde pointy hair, seemingly constantly pointed upwards, defying physics. His eyes were bright red, constantly tinted with a smug arrogance, his mouth constantly fixed in a smirk. He was fully armed in a suit of glowing golden armor, crackling with electric energy as the youth hovered in midair, a blazing star of power to rival the likes of Bob. To any with the capability to sense energy would sense that there was a darker tinge to the magic used by this person, and that, in fact, it was a very OLD type of magic, easily outdating human life itself, as well as the formation of much of the celestial bodies one could easily observe in this universe, ancient beyond measure.
However, of course, this wasn't the normal timeline, and Mithias, holding the mysterious stone he had received from the Primal of Time, Kronus, would enter onto this scene as a disturbance, unbalancing the movement of Fate. He would find himself in the middle of a standoff between the Daemonborn Kami, as well as the Witch God, Nathan, power crackling in the air. The mere presence of these two enormous powers was dealing damage to the surroundings, random tiles floating up like in a DBZ movie, as Kami, not caring about Mithias and ignorant of the small vampire's role outside the normal flow of time, prepared to start fighting Nathan. "I am God, you lowly fool. I do not give, I merely expect you to do so, in honor of ME!"
