Unnatural lightning crackled through the air, moving from lifeform to lifeform. It was not truly electricity, which required the presence of air. It burned not the hardened bodies of the microscopic beings, but dropped from life source to life source, as it burned them from the inside. Even such small beings, lacking in such commodities as organs and skin, were burned and damaged. And yet, for every microorganism that was burned, there were a billion more. However, the feeling of the life energy around the two was amazing in how it oppressed the senses and thoughts.
The man looked up, smiling. Two black wings extended from his back, and he held up a hand to Leeroy, who had settled into this charge. It was like all the sounds in the room just stopped, a sudden disconnection from the sound of Honey trying to destroy an army of microorganisms. Time was an illusion, and Leeroy moves forward only at a snail's pace, watching the events unfold around him in slow motion. The man speaks, and his tone sounds both dark and final. "A man who should have died a long time ago, living off of borrowed time. Leeroy Jenkins. I am the Judge, who dictates the barriers of life and death. I am the Agent of Balance, created by the Primals themselves, an instrument of the Eternal Creator. And I am tired of those who have cheated death for too long." Screams echoed, as Leeroy and the Judge find themselves in an infinite expanse of black, as if nothing else existed. Figures moved, shadily, reflections of the memories. He could see himself joining the Fairy Tail Guild. He could see a variety of adventures, stories playing out silently, in this surrealistic expanse.
"Rest in peace, Leeroy."
Leeroy dropped to the ground. Sound rushed back, as Honey turned to stare. Soul in tatters, body desperately holding on to the fringes of life. It was not a strike, no grand attack from the Judge. However, Leeroy could feel them returning. The times he should have died, the cold fingers of the reaper holding his wrist. His soul shaking, as he felt each blow once more. Many lifetimes worth of suffering, condensed into this short span of time. They were coming to take him away, darkness closing in from all sides as his vision fades. And this time, it was not a darkness he could escape.
"Boys and girls, welcome to the Genesis Devourer."
A soft voice, carrying a menace like a cutting edge on a blade, dripping with venom. Plates of carapace slid aside, seemingly becoming one with the walls, as a woman with long red hair steps into the room. Her skin is the color of chocolate, her eyes the color of storm clouds. She was dressed in a long dress, surprisingly plain and red, as she smiled deviously. She was not particularly beautiful, nor did she look particularly strong. And yet, as she walked in, there was a presence, as if the quality of the air had changed. Long black boots held her feet, practical and sturdy. Around her dress were a variety of belts, holding odd-looking tools, some of which looked like they had a life of their own. Thick leatherlike gloves held her hands, the brown clashing with the dress massively.
"Isn't this just exciting? Of all the species I've looked at, you," her finger rests on Mithias "are by far the most interesting. Genetic flexibility, rapid mutation factor, cellular control, why, isn't it just fantastic?" She giggles with glee as she runs over, and grabs Mithias' hand. "An intercellular psychic net, creating a hive mind effect which forms the barrier of your consciousness? An arcane seal intermixed with advanced genetic manipulation to bind your soul to each individual cell? Do you know? I don't!" She laughs out loud, doing a little spin, seemingly bursting with excitement.
The man looked up, smiling. Two black wings extended from his back, and he held up a hand to Leeroy, who had settled into this charge. It was like all the sounds in the room just stopped, a sudden disconnection from the sound of Honey trying to destroy an army of microorganisms. Time was an illusion, and Leeroy moves forward only at a snail's pace, watching the events unfold around him in slow motion. The man speaks, and his tone sounds both dark and final. "A man who should have died a long time ago, living off of borrowed time. Leeroy Jenkins. I am the Judge, who dictates the barriers of life and death. I am the Agent of Balance, created by the Primals themselves, an instrument of the Eternal Creator. And I am tired of those who have cheated death for too long." Screams echoed, as Leeroy and the Judge find themselves in an infinite expanse of black, as if nothing else existed. Figures moved, shadily, reflections of the memories. He could see himself joining the Fairy Tail Guild. He could see a variety of adventures, stories playing out silently, in this surrealistic expanse.
"Rest in peace, Leeroy."
Leeroy dropped to the ground. Sound rushed back, as Honey turned to stare. Soul in tatters, body desperately holding on to the fringes of life. It was not a strike, no grand attack from the Judge. However, Leeroy could feel them returning. The times he should have died, the cold fingers of the reaper holding his wrist. His soul shaking, as he felt each blow once more. Many lifetimes worth of suffering, condensed into this short span of time. They were coming to take him away, darkness closing in from all sides as his vision fades. And this time, it was not a darkness he could escape.
"Boys and girls, welcome to the Genesis Devourer."
A soft voice, carrying a menace like a cutting edge on a blade, dripping with venom. Plates of carapace slid aside, seemingly becoming one with the walls, as a woman with long red hair steps into the room. Her skin is the color of chocolate, her eyes the color of storm clouds. She was dressed in a long dress, surprisingly plain and red, as she smiled deviously. She was not particularly beautiful, nor did she look particularly strong. And yet, as she walked in, there was a presence, as if the quality of the air had changed. Long black boots held her feet, practical and sturdy. Around her dress were a variety of belts, holding odd-looking tools, some of which looked like they had a life of their own. Thick leatherlike gloves held her hands, the brown clashing with the dress massively.
"Isn't this just exciting? Of all the species I've looked at, you," her finger rests on Mithias "are by far the most interesting. Genetic flexibility, rapid mutation factor, cellular control, why, isn't it just fantastic?" She giggles with glee as she runs over, and grabs Mithias' hand. "An intercellular psychic net, creating a hive mind effect which forms the barrier of your consciousness? An arcane seal intermixed with advanced genetic manipulation to bind your soul to each individual cell? Do you know? I don't!" She laughs out loud, doing a little spin, seemingly bursting with excitement.
