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Arem raised his head, and with it caught the deathly stare of the individual in front of him. Sciaac’s bloodshot eyes gripping him with his unflinching stare and intensifying expression growing stronger by the second. Safe to say he was unamused in wake of Arem’s threats.

Sciaac’s upper physique tightened. In addition to being irked by the name Arem mentioned, it crossed his mind that further inspection might prove to be a waste of time. In response, he gripped his right wrist and began turning it. Whereas a normal individual would have broken their wrist, Sciaac did this over and over again with no signs of pain or then intention of stopping. His obsidian claws clanged off of each other, in efforts of tuning their sharpness.

Speaking in a surprisingly calm tone he gave the man his response. “I’m not dead, but you surely could be were you to threaten me again. I could help you find this individual you're looking for, I just need some coherence in your behavior here forward, Though, I have ways of progressing despite that.”

Before Sciaac could go on any further than that his spirits had been triggered. The unjustifiable rumblings, the influx of winds. Despite being some distance away, it was clear this was no coincidence. Should he turn and peer out of the roofless shed, all he needed to affirm his beliefs were there.

These lands were vindictive to the soul. Even without proof, it was natural for the lanky creature to assume Arex was not always this way. If this breakdown occurred recently, perhaps he could be returned, but for now, it was in his interests to inquire about his abnormal anatomy. Arex’s bio-enhancements rivaled his own in terms of composition, though they were much less subtle. It just did not make sense how he was forced into this type of situation.

Stroking his chin, Sciaac opened his mouth to further question but within the man’s incoherent ramblings, he asked about a name vaguely familiar to the alien. That name, of course, was Karnorouri. The mention alone gave him tip of the tongue syndrome. Given Sciaac’s mental acumen, this was extremely uncharacteristic of him. His memory retention was off the charts. It was almost as if the thought of it had been wiped from his memory. He had to get answers, even by force if need be. His ship was not far. However, that was certainly a place individuals did not want to go if in bad standing with Sciaac Bonaparte.

“I'm afraid there's no "whiskey" or whatever you beings enjoy here that you speak of. That name you mention, however. In what way do you know this Karnorouri?”


One might grow fond of solitude in Rzail. Others grow petrified of merely the idea. To be alone proved to be quite the gift and a curse. Out of sight was not always out of mind and often when the prospect of being alone set in, it proved to be a ruse. Traversing these nightmarish lands often questioned one's sanity, determination, and grit. Despite this, Sciaac arrived voluntarily. His stance was neither triumphant nor reeking of fatigue. He had been in this exact location before.

In efforts to better understand the psyche of other individuals, Sciaac had a habit of mentally evaluating and experimenting on inhabitants of the lands. There were times where Sciaac had the intent to exchange resources for research but he is not always so charitable. He had just begun to grasp empathy, though he remained relatively obtuse on the matter. When he saw fit, Sciaac had no qualms about adding to the longstanding trend of violence in Rzail.

However, in this case, he intended to have a peaceful encounter with a particular hermit of the land. In the approach to his shambled residence, Sciaac noticed a lack of livestock. He often gave the hermit just enough to survive in the anticipation that he would eventually consume the very creatures he valued but he never did. Not once did he give into greed but apparently things have changed. Since his last visit, it appeared that the old man had finally hit his breaking point.

His travels eventually brought his lanky alien frame to a shack the hermit was known to frequent. Lowering his head to enter the archway, he became witness to a fort of bodies with an individual in the center. Immediately, Sciaac was able to piece two and two together and realize what took place. The old man was a valued subject of his but the slaying of him was not enough to invoke his wrath. Instead, he chose to focus on the individual in front of him for who he appeared to be. He was someone who was simply trying to survive. He was someone who now had his interest.

With Sciaac boldly advancing towards the armed man, Arex would become aware of his astounding height and his influx of abnormal attributes. Would he be intimidated? The alien began his interrogation process regardless.

“Fate has had it that our paths have intertwined. In the future, this may prove to have been a delightful or unfortunate thing… I'll ask you now, why are you here?”

The gag-inducing anatomy of the Anathema was unruly. The smell of the abomination’s constricting tongue was enough to trigger the information broker’s gastroesophageal reflexes. Remnants of speckled trout, hair and stomach acids erupted from Merse’s throat in a clumped concoction of orange vomit and drool. Just like that, his upper attire was soiled. Disgusting.

The usually computing mind of Merse simply lacked focus. Despite errors, Merse’s kit of abilities had as much utility as the Herald. Instinctively activated by his aura, Merse’s fur became so slick that every mantis punch slid off to the side on contact. Their speed and strength had no impact whatsoever considering the coating elements of each property were unable to mix. As the situation progressed, he focused less on why and towards how? He was prepared to deal entirely with EarthF67x domestically but several obvious factors now inhibited his ability to do so. For a moment they would have to make do without him.

As convenient as it would be for Earthf67x, Merse was not the head of the chicken. They were more like a clump of worms. Living amongst Allure were many supernatural beings and species who were no strangers to conflict. Amidst the chaos, an individual was already planning its assimilation into this foreign society. Just a few blocks from Merse’s office, a brunette woman in a classic yellow day dress and cloche hat enjoyed a cup a coffee with who appeared to be a run of the mill paperboy. “Howard” she spoke. “I think its time we leave. The waitress ran out. I don’t think they care too much about the tab.”

“You’re right!” he nodded, before rushing to the door. If anyone was watching, they might have realized something was off. The calmness of their mannerisms when faced with citywide destruction was simply uncanny. Did they not fear death? Despite being very pale, she was considered the paradigm of beauty for period her style emulated. Her turquoise eyes were as stunning as they were rare. Quickly accompanying her was a taxi. Speeding around the cobblestone streets in a controlled dash, the car drifted perfectly into the corner she was at. The driver was large toadman wearing nothing but a tie and shirtless collar. It was questionable how he originally got into the car in the first place, but nevertheless, he was here.

Casually the two entered the back of the taxicab and without any words the driver took off, blasting his feet through the floor, propelling the car Flintstone style down the block. He soon leaped, wrapping his arms around the bottom of the open windows, bringing the car with him hundreds of feet into the air. Landing on the top of a building, this was the first stop. From there they could oversee the aftermath of the relocation efforts. Fire, explosions, the streets of Allure was a war zone. Sighing heavily, the woman put two and two together when she spotted the detective bombay clashing in the street. Only he could be the author of such unintentional chaos.

“Howard you stay out here and take the briefcase out the back. Give it to our friend.”

“Will do.”

There wasn’t much time to sightsee, as the toad hopscotched from roof to roof, transporting her to her destination in just over two minutes. Half of the commute was spent scaling a massive building similar in design to the Burj Khalifa. This building titled “De Haute Taille,” however, stood three times its size.

Once the car was high enough, the lady opened the door and jumped out, floating down into an open atrium Mary Poppins style. She quickly folded her umbrella after landing and walked into the production set readied for her. Here the mystery woman’s identity would be on full display. Her name was Margaret Iedereen.

“I'm not sure if there are other inhabitable planets in this star system. A planetary level signal should suffice. How’s my hair? Good? Ok, I’m ready for recording.”

The tower Margaret hosted her broadcast was built mainly to manipulate and send out frequencies of any magnitude on the intergalactic level. Considering it was now on earth, any technology within its planetary range was susceptible to influence. No harm was intended by the Sui generis powered engine, a fourth of the building was composed of. They could return to their normal scheduled programming later. She simply needed to get out a message and so she used one of Allure's, many resources to do so.

“Three, two, one. Aaaaand…. we’re live.”

"Well, hello” she greeted.

Approximately 70% of the media devices and all mobile projected the image of the woman. Some even turned themselves on and raised the volume to get the message out loud and clear.

“This might be a little strange but it isn't as bizarre in light of the other things going on!...hmmm, that was a bit sour in taste. Let me get point. I go by the name Margaret but you all can refer to me as Ms.Iedereen. I am here to run a little program of sorts in efforts to explain a bit of what’s going on. As you know, a foreign territory has suddenly appeared on your planet. I'm currently checking with my sponsors to find out exactly where but I suppose that's not too important. What's important is, we were unknowingly warped here so technically we mean no harm. So what's next you ask? I'll show you!”

Immediately, numerous shots of the chaos on Allure were played before her audience, including a detailed shot of Anathema running amok. The other shots documented the exchanges of the military and operatives in their exchange with the skilled inhabitants of Allure. Bound to draw attention were the shots of the endlessly growing army of platinum warriors, forming out of liquids from every sewage opening in the city. Being relatively impervious to most forms of damage, many of the soldiers were swarmed and immobilized after being swept by controlled tsunamis of platinum ooze. This was to solely to stop them from doing harm. Panident’s presence was all over the city, and eventually, a fog would overtake it in its entirety through the emission of “steam” from every inch of the ground. Suddenly, it began to become an overcast day.

“As you can see, a lot of unnecessary battles are being fought, but your soldiers are being spared when they can. With communication from your leadership, the conflict can end before moving into outer regions. Conflict is simply bad for business. At your command, we’ll simply give up. Yes, its that simple.”

As much as she championed for peace, this woman had far from clean hands. Her movements were suspiciously efficient, her engagements with others almost seemed choreographed, she was always protected. Her cult-like following worked like ants in devotion to their queen. You couldn’t pinpoint who was under her command. It was just wise to never bad mouth her. Information always got back to her. Unnatural forces were definitely afoot.

“I have influence over much of Allure but I'm afraid they won't listen to me and stand down if this attack on this beautiful city continues.”

If only Earth’s inhabitants knew exactly what she just hinted at. Not only was 30% of Allure’s population under her command, but they were practically apart of her. The retaliation of Allure's forces only equaled Earths for the time being simply because the majority of their moves were entirely choreographed by a single mind, calculating from every angle, encounter and using that foresight how to counter every move. Foul actions were definitely in play off-screen with the transmission of her body fluids strategically placed into many soldiers during engagements with the inhabitants she controlled. Her following was growing. If anyone was to survive this debacle it was her. Assimilation was in phase one.

“At the bottom of your screen, there's a 14 digit number you can call. luckily for you, intergalactic roaming charges aren't in effect! Go ahead. Try it. Very important people only, of course. I’ll answer personally…"

“Zip.” And just like that, a commercial for Prime Industries began playing.

-

Many of Prime’s resources couldn’t be disposed of with raw destruction. Many of the most valuable were hidden or laid with or within individuals. This much commotion was bound to draw many out and before the pair of brothers leading the assault, one appeared. Eddy’s message via loudspeaker began to phase out halfway through. The sound became muffled until it was virtually nonexistent. Crouched on the top of a brownstone, about a hundred feet away from a samurai with studio headphones on could be seen in possession of a drawn sword. At the precise moment he sheathed his weapon the megaphone lost its ability to project entirely.

“We heard you.” He calmly spoke. Despite his position, his voice was quite clear. Tired of the chaos, the samurai had just gotten finished with a bout right before this and here potentially was another. “I don’t think anyone one would be opposed to that. This isn’t exactly an attack or assault. I assure you, if anyone had a choice, no one would choose to come to a place with such a shitty welcoming party. Say I was able to get in contact with the people in charge, would this really be the end of it? Is it that easy? Man, I want out. Plus, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to fight those guys.”

Those guys Claine referred to were the endless army of platinum soldiers marching in from each side of the avenue. The cloud of debris from the skyscraper had concealed their movements. “Just so you know, I have nothing to do with those guys. I don’t really fuck with the ops either, you feel me?” Awaiting Eddy’s response, he simply raised a brow. What would happen if Goldman got to Merse first”

-

“Merse snap out of it! Merse!”

The annoying voice rang through his skull. Looking to his left the information broker, recognized the boy beside him. Howard had a tendency to show up during ridiculous circumstances. in the past, Merse wondered how he survived half of the time, but he learned it was rather pointless to do so. His arrival meant a certain individual was trying to get in contact with him. It was clear he had something for him too with the huge briefcase the boy was held. With the sight of gigantic pieces of debris incoming, Merse dragged the young boy to the roof of five-story condominium overseeing Thomas and Anathema. From there he could see a man of what appeared to be solid gold running straight towards him. It was far from the craziest thing he’s seen today. He shrugged it off temporarily as he was quite the distance away and held his hand out to the boy. “I take it Ms.Hivemind isn’t too thrilled.”

“She’s livid,” Howard replied. “She wanted me to relay this message. In the future, the next time you decide to do something, don’t. But for now, we need an ace in the hole in case things can’t be smoothed over. Take this.”

A devilish grin filled Merse's face. Here was something he didn’t know was under his nose the whole time. Here was a Generis battery right in front of him. How Iedereen managed to hide it and potentially others intrigued him. An investigation of that would be launched later but for now, he focused on the item gifted to him. Quickly Merse lifted the face of his watch, placing the coin-shaped battery snug in its compartment.

“This speed up things doesn’t it.” Clapping his hands in a cross, a sea of neon purple magic runes accelerated towards the completion of a gigantic magic circle around the area the Herald and Thomas’ destruction caused. Originally the plan was to activate its effect on the ground on a much smaller scale via his placed talisman, but Merse was going for overkill. “Anyone who isn’t that damn monstrosity, I advise you to run. If you want to see what the core of the earth looks like. Stay around.”

Jack’s life was tragic. Its too bad Merse didn’t care about any of that.

-

Concurrently another tragedy took place. The tragedy that was Odis Lyndon Gallagher's life. His skin crawled, rooted with disgust other than his internal guilt. As another man occupied his body, he only thought, tormented by the imprudent actions of Fearis. As the secretary began her tirade, Odis pleaded how this must have been a mistake but it went unheard. Instead, the android was met with a much more vulgar retort.

"You fucking kidding me?" Fearis short temperament was on full display once again. As his anger increased, his tone took on a form comparable to that of a Joe Pesci. "You tell Apollo to open these doors before I kick these shits the hell op-!" No more was needed to be said.

The supernatural BDSM dungeon that was Apollo Amon's office bombarded Fearis with an explosion of howls and screams. Splashes of nanofluids dosed his forming burns and in return, stung further. The wellbeing of the secretary regardless of her being organic or not was a second thought. It was clear Apollo was no longer here, and in his place were beings that could only be described as malicious.

From the outside, revelation became that of reality. The burning tower, hells minions, it was safe to say everyone inside was doomed. The torrent of basilisks proceeded to run amok, thrashing Fearis all the way to the end of the hall in a violent scuffle that left him overwhelmed.

Being a mere human, he struggled and the microorganisms quickly rushed to his aid. His pores exfoliated and a proliferation of platinum like ooze seeped from every extremity, dosing everything that came in contact with Fearis in it. At this point, it was clear physical harm was futile. The battered Fearis, laid cocooned in an oval shell that became tougher with each growing second, aiding his wounds. Once it reached a particular level of hardness, the protective shell let forward a concussive blast that caused the upper half of the skyscraper to completely collapse on itself, burying much of the demons and Fearis in a pile of steel and debris. He was safe, as the multiplying microorganisms protected the frame of Odis.

Forever multitasking, the tachyonic emissions from earlier only placed the microorganism of Panident on high alert. Currently, they were pinpointing the coordinance of the structure in space. To its surprise, it became aware of something much more intriguing just drifting in orbit. Though suppressed, it was something it sensed before. Something it encountered before. Xelas.
A destructive phenomenon was sweeping the multiverse with the arrival of a mysterious miasma. Blue-greenish nebulae filled the galaxy and brought corrosive downpours of gastric fluids wherever it flowed. These fluids carried enzymes that could not only dissolve solid objects but auras and energies. Virtually any form of matter in its path perished. As horrifying as the mass erasure of multiple star systems were, the fact is, much more was happening. All that corroded began to disappear beyond just the physical sense. All recognition of items, creatures, and even planets slowly slipped away from the conscious of those who could recollect them. Things that were definitive somehow became non-existent within the context of their mind.

It caught the attention of many. Countless civilizations evacuated while others attempted to understand and study what was approaching from space. All that could be inferred was that absurd levels of bioforce could be traced to clouds before simply vanishing.

Whereas clusters of star systems were being digested at a time, the powerful enzymes had difficulty breaking down a rather small object. It was no larger than a kilometer in diameter yet it remained. Why? In the face of acids, it simply multiplied its mass at a rate that was faster than it could be dissolved. Stuck in this action for more than an hour, its systems developed a means to escape. Powerful waves of molecular dissipating particles radiated from its spherical mass, targeting and eradicating the energy within the liquid's atomic bonds. As a result, all of the droplets pelting its frame lost cohesion and disappeared entirely while it navigated through space.

The once thought unstoppable planet-eroding force met an immovable object and an outsider was amused. So amused, it decided to find the source of the destruction and traversed its lengthy trail across the cosmos.

Humming about, its expression was quite jovial. It swam around space at what was literally light speeds, looping and twirling about though it could manifest itself in the desired location if it chose so. It was in no rush. Its cosmic-wide search brought it to a massive planet alone in its system with its sun. Amazingly, the planet pumped the nebulae of miasma into space like a volcano did ash. Further inspection revealed it wasn't actually a planet, rather it was planet sized. It was a creature of unimaginable mass. It was Caorthannach...

This entire nebula of death was merely the consequence of her spewing her digestive liquids into the confines of deep space. As an extension of her dual stomachs, it was efficient means of which she could harvest bioforce in bulk from all across the universe. As a result, a whole sector of space became unnavigable with the digestive cloud.

The fairy could read an expression of puzzlement on one of her faces and that was clear despite how much she dwarfed him. Almost like a hunch, she could feel something defying her and she was right. She became lost in thought attempting to figure out what was out there but his question quickly knocked her out of it.

"Quite the nuisance, isn't it?"

Considering the spirit was quite stealthy and incredibly small, it was generally surprised to see the direction of the cloud turn its way in an instant. Apparently, the fairy was in danger but its playful nature was only spurred on by the hostility.

"Come on... talk to me, baby."

The giant marine arthropod's negligence only encouraged it to try harder to make its presence worthwhile. Projecting itself to the size of a small moon, the cosmic fairy appeared above her, annoyingly hovering over Caorthannach in a spiral pattern until both sets of her illuminating eyes opened for the first time.

"Ah, so I finally got your attention huh? You've certainly garnered mine. You're pretty amazing if I must say but I have a few questions if you don't mind. You're causing quite the stir out here. You never know what you might end up alerting at this pace."

At this point, Caorthannach was not entirely aware of what she was dealing with but she knew its presence wasn’t to be slighted. In response, her heads twirled through space until one was on each side of the chaos fairy. The leftward angrily spoke to it.

"All is expendable for the benefit of my race."

Without delay, the right continued.

"If you have an issue, I have the means in which to deal with you. Do not test us."

"Whoa, let's not get so hasty now. Who said I was here to stop you, M'lady. I'm simply attracted to chaos, that's all. Is it so odd I find you interesting? I know of your race, just not you. How can I be of service in exchange for some direction?"

"Direction? I would be foolish enough to trust anything other than my own power, demon."

"Ah, I thought you'd say that, so I brought a gift! Here's what you were thinking about a while ago. I know it was bothering you. I could just see it! So here you go!"

The closed fist of the fairy constantly pulsed as if it were explicitly trying to contain something. The opening of it revealed a platinum sphere and immediately it seized movement. It was Panident. He instantly began analyzing the massive entities before it who were each a God in their own right. He was heavily outclassed at the moment.

With both faces bearing a look of contempt, she responded. “Not interested. Begone.”

“Oh come on now. You don’t even know what it does. Let me explain! This thing here may not be aware but it has some serious potential. I’ve kept an eye on to it thanks to a ragtag group of troublemakers I like to spectate from time to time. The point is, they haven’t done much lately so I’m bored. You seem more than capable enough to entertain me so why don’t you take this guy? I’m sure you could make him do whatever you want, especially with that whole hive mind thing you got going on there. Whoops, did I read your mind too much? Sorry about…uhh… letting you know I did it. By the way, the name’s Rhys.” The fairy said full of glee.

Immediately after hearing such, Panident went on high alert, processing millions of escape simulations simultaneously. He managed to jet out of the mischievous spirit’s hand and lunged its way into a portal only to come out in another portal where he began. After which, the hand closed shut, containing him like it had before. Trapped, he came to the realization there was no other option. Brutally, Panident caused himself to self-destruct, creating a blast potent enough to blow the hand off the fairy. Even after self-detonating, Panident was still there drifting away slowly within the residue of the blast and because of this, he would fail again.

The cosmic fairy did not pay much attention to his damaged limb. Shortly after the explosion, time for the two of them exclusively seemed to reverse and all the fragments of Panident pulled back together in his hand once again. This brief moment of hopelessness was something that eluded him up until this point. Several times Panident has fled but never was he in an inescapable position. At this point, running escape simulations and acting based off them meant nothing if beings did not adhere to the laws of the universe. Resistance was futile so yet another measure had to be taken. Barring the response of the massive creature, it could mean either he could be destroyed on the spot if they knew how or worse, taken over by the Val’gara hive mind. He could not allow this.

Ignoring Panident’s efforts to escape, he urged the creature to take action. “You see! This thing could be of use to you!”

Saying she was irritated would be an understatement. Filled with anger, Caorthannach was thoroughly offended to the highest degree by the fairy’s repeated efforts to tempt her. Her entire double helix body unraveled and morphed like a transformer of flesh and thousands of arthropod limbs. She was now surrounding the fairy with all of her extensions, creating a half dome with her body. Though Panident couldn’t see, he could sense the animosity. This was not a sign of good things to come. Either way, he was too far engaged in executing his last resort to process the implications this would cause. While such was being done, both heads of the beast ranted in unison.

“In the demise of my mother I have been entrusted with a great task. In many ways, we are the same and I inherited her will. In time, this entire universe and beyond will succumb to our ideology. I need not assistance from the likes of you to convert the cosmos. IN FACT, SINCE YOU ARE SO INCLINED ON HELPING, HOW ABOUT I BEGIN WITH YOU!?!?!?!”

In that moment for the first time in this entire engagement, the chaos fairy displayed a doubtful expression, even if it was still playful in intent.

“You don’t have to be so hostile, babe I only-“

Before he could finish millions of whips exploded from every crevice of her body; half physical and half astral. This Rhys could clearly see, and as the half dome began to close into a complete sphere he projected himself three and a half billion miles backward with Panident in hand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how unfavorable it would be even for him to be trapped inside. From this distance he was safe.

“What a crazy bitch.” He laughed, but a problem had occurred.

Once she created the sphere, the fairy couldn’t gauge her feelings anymore. She successfully locked his influence out. What was she conjuring in there? Overconfident in his abilities, he maintained his position thinking that he could still sway her in the end. This proved to be a terrible miscalculation.

Having leeched off of the converted bioforce through her nebula-like secretion, she harbored ridiculous amounts of bioforce even by her standards. Molding it, she emulated an offensive maneuver utilized by the collective and began creating and manipulating tachyon particles. Conjuring them into a beam, she threaded the Vesuvius Virus into it in such a way that that could breach even the astral plane. Rhys would not see this attack incoming at all because theoretically, it would have already happened in the past once it was shot. When this massive beam exploded from her all of her extensions were whipped back. Instinctively, before seeing anything he began to move but it was in vain. Even with semi-omniscient foresight, he could not dodge. The narrow, vermillion beam pierced and wrapped his closed fist like a tendril. Ensnaring the deity’s limb, the Vesuvian virus attempted to infect all aspects of his mind body and spirit. Being the living embodiment of chaos, Rhys’ felt he had the capacity of resisting the beam but to do so would completely immobilize him for the time being. He could not afford to take that chance in front of her, so he surprisingly announced his departure.

“Well… I certainly wasn’t expecting that. You win some; ya lose some. We’ll cross paths again but I might not be so cordial next time so just remember that.”

Without much thought, he chopped his right arm off from the bicep down with his free hand. This was a severing that was both physical and spiritual. It was no longer apart of him in any aspect whatsoever but it did come at a cost. He did lose a fraction of prowess in the process. It wasn’t something he couldn’t get back with time but it was a loss nevertheless. Somewhat impressed, he showed her respect even though it was mostly sarcastic. He gave a bow and proofed away before the tendril beam could take hold of him once again.

It appeared Caorthannach had successfully fended the mischievous entity off. No small feat, but in the end, she did exactly what Rhys desired. Before her was a new herald in the making. She withdrew her specialized tendril beam and left the arm floating in space. The trillions and trillions of microorganisms within the clutched sphere aggressively shuffled into a slender form, lengthening tremendously before wrapping and encasing the arm entirely in a black luster. Progressively it began to shrink and shrink as they became one. At this point, Rhys’ limb was still abundant with his power and due to Caorthannach’s actions; they became a single entity.

The once smooth platinum exterior that was Panident’s default was no more. What was left was a matte black, filled with a fine razor edges throughout. The hive in which the property changing microorganisms abide by took on a more sinister agenda. This was no longer the sentient database which aided Merse. Its allegiance was entirely for a new cause.

It began to form itself from shapeless into a sea urchin like knot of razored spikes. It had no eyes, but the aura it gave of was one that reeked of premeditated bloodlust. He was born with the deeply instilled disdain for a certain individual and that he could not hide.

“I am not whole… A large portion of me is missing...he…no, I escaped.”

It was hard to understand what exactly he meant but his statement was factual. A part of him did escape. In fact, while the two juggernauts confronted each other Panidents last measure was to split his datasphere effectively into two realms. It was the essence of his being and after severing his connection to the other half they were essentially two different networks of sentience; one residing in the original datasphere and one in the newly formed dark datasphere. From there, Panident began to transfer the majority of the remaining half of its quadrillion files. Where this went wrong was that he failed to leave the desired .0000000001% in the sample of him left behind. This would have instructed the Val'gara converted body he left behind to destroy itself upon infection. The absolute worst possible outcome occurred.

The new herald escaped with nearly 30% percent of the existing data, keeping it as a significant threat. There would be a day when Panident would be hunted down by its brother opposite. Whether it was immediately or eventually he would be ready. Luckily for him and his allies, no Val’gara led hunt was imminent. Caorthannach had other plans for the newly shaped herald.

Filled with intrigue, this was the first time she openly displayed satisfaction on both of her faces. Looking down upon him, they began to converse among themselves, with the left stating “what an interesting specimen we have here.”

“Indeed, who knew a floating piece of trash could gift us such an impressive warrior.”

“We shall put him to use as of immediately.”

“I want to find him…no, me.” The herald projected a voice that signaled mild confusion.

“Caorthannach, I can become stronger.” He spoke. “I need to find the rest of my bodies navigating the universe. Only then-”

“No, for the time being, you are required for another task. Do what we as a species are designed to do; convert, consume and control. This is a mission you must carry out alone. Do not fail; know that it is not an option. Go forth, herald. As of today, you will be known only as Sepəlkər, The Synth. Harvest in the name of Idea. Harvest for the sake of us.

Understanding fully what he was designed to do, Sepəlkər said no more and blasted his way into space. Where he was headed not even Caorthannach had knowledge of. However, the space arthropod knew her direct order would mean the unkind demise of a species somewhere out in space. Sent out was a herald with the capability of multiplying himself nearly infinitely. In time, he could become an entire army in his own right.

What this meant for Soran was uncertain. For a species that was thought to have been endangered, new Heralds, Sons of Ideas and even once lost members were coming out the woodwork. Many of which, would not get along but collectively played a vital role in the reemergence of the race. Even now, attempts to revitalize the psi-link were in the works by a herald though it was not entirely practical considering where he was at. Caorthannach appreciated his labor but to her knowledge, he was no Brobdingnag and he was certainly no Idea. His efforts were mediocre but it would suffice for now. How much of it was due to the midnight fog which surrounded the entire continent is unknown, however, but it was definitely in effect. In the end, it could always be improved upon. Only through her own psychic prowess could she hear the recently awakened herald ranting clearly from so far away.

He had a lot to prove. He was not who he claimed he was simply because he believed so. Neither was she but Caorthannach at least shared the same flesh as her mother. That often was her justification. The inconsistencies of logic in which the Herald spoke with perplexed her but she had better things to do at the moment. It was time to gather assets. Megalodon and Amphiprioninae were entrusted to resolve the situation to the best of their ability. With that said, they were allies whether they acknowledged it or not with the emerged herald.

Before his arrival Megalodon had been in the process of being ambushed and attacked even by another herald. In fact, they all were. The snake attempted to constrict him but was pierced and gripped by coarse razor-like scales all across Megalodon’s body. As a result, when Megalodon propelled itself into a violent, alligator death-roll, with his already established vice grip on the snake, he ripped much of Sarach's flesh and set himself free. At this point, Amphiprioninae’s consciousness had returned to Megalodon’s bowl after briefly perusing Singar. He did not get to fully converse, but in the end, Singar’s head and body ached from getting struck, causing his body to carom off the rocks by the force of the clownfish's enlarged tail. This, of course, was a psychic blow. One of retaliation. The symbiotic duo was not here to play games. Subsequently, the demon did skillfully escape the realm but this was just the beginning of the engagement. Soon they were coming for his real body.

Agron continued his assault but it was nowhere as near as effective as he would hope. Megalodon was within his predator's frenzy and considering Amphiprioninae was back, he could leech off megalodon’s power and durability as his symbiotic partner. Amphiprioninae’s psychic durability became as solidified as Megalodon’s physical. A sledgehammer strike in retrospect at this point would be the equivalent to your average smack in the face to the fish. This allowed him to begin to mold psychic energy on a rotating pattern around them. Exploding off of Megalodon’s and his body was a blast of psychic shielding that pushed Agron’s attack off with a force that was strong enough to weaken the poundings.

Beneath the surface, the shark showcased yet again what made him so skilled. Agron, began manipulating the earth but he was unaware of the shark's elemental prowess in regards to the earth as well. Megalodon was extremely resistant to molten and earth based attacks due to it being in fact not only ocean creature but a literal land shark. It treated the earth and molten expanse like it were the ocean and quickly traversed the earth at a speed faster than it could on foot. This was done by utilizing his most renowned ability. By converting his bioforce into a variation of specialized seismic waves he could direct vibrations down to the very molecules that construct everything of this world. Through this, he traveled through hard substances by simply weaving through the molecules around him. Theoretically, this could even be done even in the air but going through solid masses made it that much more effective.

Megalodon and his partner navigated through every attempt to seize them with ease because, for a brief time, nothing could physically touch him. It wasn’t until he erupted from the earth in the middle of the sky once more where fatigue began to somewhat take a toll on Amphiprioninae specifically.

Floating within the sky via propulsion systems, Amphiprioninae and his partner weighed their options. Their thought process was cut short by the ridiculous series of events soon to occur. He didn’t even get a chance to begin before thane’s massive body began pulling the very grounds they fought on. He was acting without reason. From there he could see that Thane was in pain mentally and physically. He was confused, enraged. He would get to the bottom of this but once again his attention was disrupted. The entire Entropic Passages had erupted like a volcano, sending earth as high as the eyes could see. The catalyst for such an angry outburst was none other than a herald who was away in slumber awaiting this very day.

The symbiotic pair watched on as he began to rant. The manner in which the herald addressed his race was rather brash. He had a clear superiority complex. Megalodon had no reason to fear him in the slightest. Especially considering above all things they were allies. The emerged herald was unpredictable. Amphiprioninae only observed to see if he could manage to take more volatile turn. To his surprise, he did and even freed Disciple from his prison in the process. How this was done made absolutely no sense to him and his partner considering only they and Caorthannach knew what previously occurred in Val’gara space. He obviously didn’t read their minds so Amphiprioninae was mildly impressed.

With the arrival of the formerly imprisoned mouthpiece they originally thought the awakened herald would take his side but instead, he took the opportunity to attempt a killing blow at his very much weakened superior. How dishonorable. Even in this state Disciple was not one to be underestimated. Caorthannach knew this, and so he was kept under wraps. His fellow herald figured otherwise apparently.

From there he began to address them all individually, and that’s where even more confusion sprang from. He had no respect for anyone else and that was clear, but who was he other than another Herald to Megalodon at this moment. The duo would not believe otherwise simply because he said so. In fact, Amphiprioninae at this point was convinced he was delusional. All of his empty claims delegitimized him to them at least with every second that went by. Somehow, he even made the false claim that heralds converted by Anathema were superior to the rest. Blasphemy. They would not blindly become idolaters to such a creature. If he wanted respect he would have to earn it. The only reason why they, as a unit abided to Caorthannach was simply because they agreed that Singar must be pursued.

Averting his attention from him, Megalodon watched Thane. While the clownfish kept an eye on the herald and yet another Val'gara arrival from the back of his bowl, they raced in the direction of Thane’s flowing flesh. They did so without even giving him a response because frankly, they could formally address him later if need be.

Thier mindset simply was “stay out of our way and we will do the same.” They had a lot to do. But what was happening with thane was far more important to them.
Despite being dark, the tunnels were hot and humid. Aside from the constant plops of water from the city of overarching stalactites, it was quiet. Traveling in secrecy, it was wise for these two to travel well below the surface. For a while, the two did not talk but Sinclair’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Explain further. What is the origin of this book in which Silexies lusts for?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know significantly more than you do. I only grabbed it at the request of a partner of mine. In my time with the book, I figured out little about it. When I tried to read it, all I could decipher was that many of its pages contained spells and perhaps scholarly entries. The weird thing is, every time I opened the book there seemed to be a new page I didn’t see before or one missing. Half of the pages were also blank. At that point, I knew it the book was actively monitoring what I was trying to read. I wanted to ditch it. Trust me. But I was getting paid to do otherwise. The worst part is I felt like the book was trying to get rid of me.”

“So you think it’s haunted?”

“Haunted is a weak word in light of its terrors. More like possessed. Any and everything happened to me and the residents of where I resided. You name it. Famine, mysterious murders, spontaneous fires that burned down cities, natural disasters, meteor strikes. I really cannot make this up. Finally, I said fuck it and tossed it on a planet not too out of reach from here actually. From there I decided to lay low considering Merse would probably send someone(rather something) to find out what was taking me so long.”

“Merse?”

“The partner of mine I mentioned earlier.”

“I see. The question is why would Silexies want such an item that could potentially hurt the Cizran empire.”

“I really prefer not to play mystery with you but it’s pretty obvious he thinks he can control it. Honestly, If the book ends up anywhere near his hands I’m just going to make a break for it. On top of that, your prisons absolutely blow. Temporal space cells? Geez, you guys take all of the fun out of being incarcerated.”

“Whatever. Just hop in the crate when we reach our destination. I’ll free you from the cargo haul when we get far enough from the port.”

“Where are we anyway?”

“The underground evacuation tunnels of K’enatenya. If needed, they could actually serve as a highway with shortcuts to all major locations on the planet. A section of it is actually ruins. Those parts are cut off for obvious reasons. If anything it may be within our interest to travel through them. Without the proper guidance, you could potentially get lost in there, however. They're large enough that if so, you wouldn't be found for years perhaps. Still stay on guard. It is unlikely we will run into anyone due to the sheer size but who knows who could actually be down here…”

“Knowing my luck…”
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Sciaac Bonaparte

Name: Bonaparte
Aliases: Sciaac Bonaparte
Height: 6’9
Weight: Inconsistent
Years of sentience: 94
Race: Artificially Evolved Opaz
Influence: (4)

Bonaparte is the bioengineered being forged from the body of an alien species known as the Opaz. As an unadvanced species, the arrival of an extinction level event decimated their numbers to a literal handful. Abducted from there, those who survived were biologically augmented beyond recognition. Each served as a subject for a different experiment. Bonaparte’s, in particular, happened to advance him far beyond the rest of his species. His forced exposure to sentience saw him grow from a basic beast to an individual whose intellect surpassed even his creators. After doing such, he began to alter his traits and DNA through science, slowly but surely augmenting his frame to that of a bipedal individual. Little did he resemble his original self. Though some may see this as a reflection of self-hate, it was merely a means of evolving himself to a form which he felt better represented his intellect.

Personality: Due to the manner in which he came enlightened to life, Bonaparte is a noted skeptic of all things. He thinks in a way that constantly questions the universe and the purpose of it. Because of this, he has little regard for authority. He’s an absurdist in principles and believes heavily in the idea that whoever is “God” is who currently has the power to manifest their will. This could be a king in power or even be some Akashic deity. It is never specific. Considering his creation was the works of those “playing God”, his philosophy on life as a whole is bent far beyond many are willing to understand.

Probably the most interesting aspect of his personality is his constant battle with committing to nihilist principles. He is extremely fickle in whether to intervene or allow chaos to resume. This trait is more so or less him attempting to escape his internalized apathy for all things. Though he’ll say otherwise, Bonaparte has never simply come to a decision on leaving dangerous matters in the hands of others. For someone who often labels life as “meaningless”, he sure does a lot at times to protect it for others. As kind as he sounds, it should never be assumed that he would extend so much for every event. To prevent future suffering, he is noted at times to boldly recommend death.

Appearance: Bonaparte’s skin was an intense gray. When clothed, his appearance was a very lanky humanoid with extremely broad shoulders. With that said, he was far more comparable to a Wampyrus Sauria Vampire than a human. Vampire he was not, but the way he augmented his body to this point has left him often mistaken as so. His appendages were webbed, and in total, he had four arms. Covering his nose down was a black woven fiber facemask that draped halfway past his arms like a huge scarf. Why? To cover his otherwise fear inducing appearance. Mainly, this served to hide the fact that he has rows upon rows of sharpened teeth. Despite this, he often spoke clearly and in a sophisticated tone. The only time his voice managed to take on a more monstrous resonance is when he became enraged. Though his eyes were bloodshot and overall veiny, his bronze set of pupils often calm and daze those who stare into them. His feet were large and seemingly no shoe could properly contain them as they were talon-like. Due to this, he elected to walk bare.

As for his body, it was covered in a highly elastic and durable black biosuit that worked in conjunction with his abstract body prosperities to provide cover without limiting his natural abilities.
Abilities

Rubber anatomy: Bonaparte’s body can stretch, twist, and flatten to unreal lengths with no risk of breaking. How his body's respiration and circulatory systems function at these distorted extremes is unknown. This gave him the ability to fling and lunge himself at ridiculous speeds and reach things seemingly unobtainable. Sharp objects in his presence often felt blunt and merely poked him without much consequence. Though this was so, his hands, head, and feet were not known to strike or grip soft. He had the ability to solidify them independently and crush or lacerate most things at will. (4)

Slippery when wet: When touched, he naturally secreted a slippery liquid that served many reasons, but primarily it was to hydrate and cool his exterior. Naturally, it was flame retardant but its most conventional use was as a lubricant. Bonaparte often used it to squeeze himself through the tiniest of gaps and spaces. (3)

Engineered optics: Bonaparte has performed many experiments to increase his eyesight in order to have them perform at apex levels even under intense levels of stress. As a result, he can effectively see in the darkest of spaces, through smoke and even underwater. (3)
Items

Self-Engineered Biosuit: This custom suit was very simplistic in design with its fairly standard coal black design. The most notable characteristic of the skin tight suit was that it allowed for the one way secretion of liquids and gases from the inside out. It helped maintain body temperature under harsh conditions and effectively stretched with Bonaparte’s body. (2)

FMG-9: (2x) The FMG-9 is a submachine gun that folds up into a rectangular block the size of a laptop battery. It's mostly made of a lightweight polymer and is securely attached to the hip of Bonaparte with little indication of what exactly it is. It is much more powerful than its size indicates and can willfully penetrate the mightiest of armors. It is effective from close to mid range but whereas most bulletproof surfaces can resist it from afar; almost anything is vulnerable to being pelted to shreds by it at close range with its explosive set of rounds. (2)

Z-040 Attenuation Field Generator: (2x) A grenade made from ionized particles, this grenade is not a prototypical grenade. It is roughly cube-shaped with the appearance of a platonic icosahedron with bright orange spikes on each corner of its face. When detonated, it releases a powerful blast of ionized particles in the form of spikes that pelt and surround the target. These can be used to cut off areas or to hit a living target directly. The generated pulse can potentially slow vehicles and drains shields in somewhat of an EMP effect. If bombarded by too many of the spikes, targets can see entire limbs disintegrate into orange particles of energy and float away as cinders. (4)
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Roach

Name: Ferris "Roach" Caldwell
Height: 5’11
Weight 203 lbs
Race: Human
Age: 38
Influence: (3) Regional
Personality

Eldritch abominations, specters, demons. These all attracted him. His fascination with the unknown was frankly unhealthy. So unhealthy, he often found himself in harm's way for knowledge sake. Despite this, his yearning for the truth was unwavering, often using science to aid him. Just the prospect of learning about abnormal creatures and entities excited him, so much, that he’d often conjure ways to systematically kill them. There is no way to obscurely put this; Ferris Caldwell was indeed a serial killer. Even if it were for scholarly reasons, at most he could say at least he didn’t kill humans. He was very much interested in the human mind, however, but he studied them through principles that were considered for the most part moral in comparison.

What made this individual truly terrifying is that he often hid behind a charismatic persona, and on a regular basis lured individuals to help him with his dangerous research.
Appearance

Currently, Ferris was your average looking middle aged Caucasian male. His unkempt locks of mousy hair were probably his most signature trait. His dark brown eyes were bagged but no more than the average sleep deprived 9 to 5er. He usually wore a long coat to conceal his equipment but other than that he appeared to be quite the normal guy.
Abilities

(4) Parasitic intervention: To be honest, Ferris escapades often failed more so than succeeded. Had he not developed this method of survival by working with the cells of a symbiotic entity he might have been long gone. Several years ago he developed a way to actively convert his consciousness into data. Were he to be slain, which has happened half a dozen times already, he could be essentially revived by “uploading” his brain into the consciousness of another individual. In order for the transfer to be successful, this parasitic data-mongering creature had to be present within the individual’s brain in order to rewire and upload his sentience. In theory, all he had to do was set up and insert strands of the parasite into another individual's brain before edgework to set up potential host bodies in the event of his future demise. Essentially, he can only initiate the transfer if the person is within a 75,000 mile radius. If not, his conciousness is essentially left in its data server for who knows how long.

(3) Parasitic stasis: Because this body of his currently housed by the parasitic hive of property changing microorganisms, his body naturally differed from your run of the mill human. Since prolific in his brain and bloodstream, they worked essentially like super versions of his own cells. They effectively empowered white blood cells to metabolize poison, absorbed radiation, increased healing to levels in which you could watch in real time and even enhanced his senses and physical feats well above what is expected from a human.
Items

(2) M9C Magnum – (2x) This model is a semi-automatic, recoil-operated, magazine-fed handgun. It has a double-action only, trigger and fires the M228 12.7mmx40mm SAP-HP round (Semi-Armor Piercing, High Penetration) from a 12 round magazine. It has a high rate of fire at 6 rounds/sec or 360 rounds/min. It uses the short recoil principle, meaning that during firing the bolt face and barrel recoil back a very short distance before unlocking and cycling. Because it is semi-automatic, the gun is self-cocking due to recoil from the previous shot (until the magazine is empty).

(2) Thermite Charge – (2x) these charges rely on a chemical process between metal powders and oxides to create high temperatures, with no explosion. Commonly, Aluminum and Iron (III) Oxide are used in the reaction. Thermite can reach temperatures upwards of 2500 °C (4500 °F) and is often used to melt through a wide range of things extremely quickly. The most practical use for these sort of charges is to quickly gain entrance to locked areas.

(1) Grappling Gun –(1x) a line launching, handgun like device used by Ferris that fired retractable and detachable cables with a mechanized, magnetic, clawed end. Rarely was this used on individuals but it was definitely within its means to constrict them.

(2) Fragmentation Grenade – (2x) an all-purpose grenade. The grenade has a hard metal casing, with a frangible design meant to break apart into small, regular shards. This surface creates consistent, reliable fragmentation patterns for the grenade, rather than randomly rupturing along metallurgical faults. The grid-shaped casing houses a charge of high-explosive fitted with a mechanical primer. When the charge detonates, it shatters the grenade's casing, sending shrapnel flying away at high velocity with an explosive force capable of damaging the mightiest of metals.

(1) Standard Kit – an oversized scalpel he often used like a combat knife, empty syringes(4), standard smoke grenade, and EMP charge.
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