The Dark Moon of Terakus – Part Three : Shattered Dimensions.

 

 

Gizora really is the She devil of Terakus.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

Many of the faithful had started to trickle out from the mountainside chamber of Gizora to watch as the Destroyer and her new assistant were getting set to go off to what would be Gizora’s new home on this dark moon. Charlie had been overjoyed with the Destructor’s decision to make him such a high rank in his eyes. With the frantic bowing and happy expression, Charlie followed Gizora to the black vehicle that would take them both down the mountain. Climbing inside, Gizora settled back comfortably upon the fine leather upholstery and waited for Charlie to join him. Course, he would be shown to sit directly opposite, so that the Dark lord had more room on his side of the car. With the door closed and the driver racing around to get in behind the wheel, it was time to head off. Course, Gizora had been waiting for Charlie’s detailed report on the one known as the Creator.

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The car headed off, with much fanfare and waving from the faithful, which soon became nothing but a blip behind them as the vehicle picked up speed. Focusing upon Charlie’s expression, the tale that he told said much of how the Creator had been away from his own world, in very much the same way that he had. It was interesting to note, that preparations were indeed underway to combat whatever the Terakians had in store for when their leader awoke.

“I should have expected nothing less.” Gizora said, taking a moment to stare out the tinted windows at the mountain range roads, before returning his gaze back to Charlie. The large amounts of power that had been detected overtime by the scholars was deciphered as being The Observer’s Dungeons. This had Gizora rub her chin with her well manicured hand. Her eyes narrowed as the story continued. Specially designed for those of high magical skill to work through and recreate as a home base. The very idea was now making the Destructor think that they should be able to accomplish a similar feat upon Terakus. With enough faithful that were willing to awaken the Dark lord, anything was possible. Not to mention it was well within his powers to help make it a reality. If there was anything that the Creator could do, the Destructor could match it.

As Gizora was about to give the order that he wanted the same built on Terakus, Charlie mentioned that elite teams of Terakins were on Alterus as they spoke and were moving quickly to gain as much insight and knowledge to bring back to Terakus for the utilization of it’s own people. It was brilliant. Simply brilliant.

“Oh how pleased I am to have so many that are dedicated to the triumph of Terakus against those….down below.”Speaking as he would of how he regarded those on Alterus as being beneath them. It was clear that Gizora had a lot to do in the coming days and weeks, but the first thing he wanted more than anything was to see where he would be based.

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“So how is my home coming along, hmm? I hope there is a closet, cause..” He flipped open the robe, exposing his female form. “I can hardly keep going to events like this.” Gizara pressed a button on the side of the car door that turned on the speaker system as music soon started to flood the interior of the car. It was a song that made Gizora bop her head in time to the beat.

“Just another little thing, Charlie. You…and your report, are more than satisfactory. So….relax…” The Destructor eased back and crossed her legs sensually, as the car sped along to her new home.

 

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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– Charlie had his face pressed up against the wall of the vehicle the moment he had finished speaking earlier and was told what he has spoken to his Lord was a satisfactory answer. From the angle of his positioning as he was looking out the window , his eyelids were shown to be quite baggy . He hasn’t been actively watching his own health ; most likely due to his staying up most nights and crashing or simply sleeping less and less with each day. He is somehow still energetic , or maybe that’s just his crazy running his system. Once Lord Gizora had spoken about her new estate Charlie would answer immediately to let her know what it was like. –

” Yes M’Lord your home is fully equipped with anything you may possibly need. We have began construction a few centuries ago , I won’t be surprised if it has ascended beyond the artificial atmosphere here and goes up into the sky. M’lord your home as well will look great I can assure you . We took into account everything you enjoy and favor in this world and made it into your home. We do have to mention that this building was created with a mage’s help as the construct is purely made of the most complex magical forces , as we didn’t know what precisely you imagined your home so we gave it the appearance of a palace for the moment but once you arrive you are free to re-imagine it’s architecture and design to however you’d like . You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do ! * squeals before regaining composure *. I do want to let you know now and we are terribly sorry if you can’t recall ; but you told us to take samples of you in the past to perform some experiments which also explains why your body isn’t at it’s entire best as of yet. This has brought together quite a bunch of results , but as you know considering Genetic Spawns and such , some if not all of the Dark Lords should be waiting for you in your home . They couldn’t be at the ritual due to the ritual’s rules , it is a stingy rule we know . I think we are getting close however , so I hope you are ready to see your home !”

– Charlie was never this talkative but to a being like Gizora he had no choice but to be so upbeat and more full of life then he normally was. He waited so long for this day and now he was here, he wasn’t going to let this moment go to waste , nor did he plan on ever doing so . He was also quite informative on filling things in for her , as he was born to be a assistant of sorts for her so he clearly knew quite a bit even though he was supposed to be a lowly servant. This didn’t stop him from getting the necessary information that would prove vital for Gizora and letting her know what she rightfully deserved to know and if she had ever wanted to inquire more he would provide more information for her.-

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

The roads that came down from the mountain were winding ones, that were carved into the side of the mountain, with precarious edges that the black vehicle just made it around. It added to the fear factor for those that dared to make the trek up to the resting chamber of the Lord Destructor. Everything made on the Dark Moon had that taken into account. The meticulous planning for each and everything – a hall mark of the devotion that its people placed upon given tasks. With the start of the city approaching once the car made the final bend, did Gizora truly start to see the magnitude of the civilization born from an ideal. One of many metropolises that were spread across the moon, each with sections that catered to each functioning part. From industry, to finance, the city heart, accommodation towers for workers and the lower end, plus the grand estates of the Dark lords. Combat training grounds and arenas for blood sports that could hold over two hundred thousand souls.

As the car sped along the busy road, given special lighting clearance to make good time, the driver had a special GPS unit that alerted him to the navigational data to take the Destructor to his home. What would be the towering glory of the main metropolis, like silver sliced shards that went high into the very clouds – above and beyond any other building near it. A beacon almost in what was a dark sky.

Seeing it for the first time, Gizora’s face was one of great pleasure. The building being everything he had ever imagined, as it was a testimony to his will and power over the countless years. A hand raised to the tinted pane to touch the glass as if he wished to curl his fingers around the very structure from the distance. Home. A place whereby the Dark Lords may gather in his presence and pay homage.

Of course, Charlie was more than happy to inform the Lord Destructor with everything that he knew of the makings and planning of his future residence. It had taken centuries to build and was even aided with the help of a mage, to conduct the most magical of feats within, along with harnessing even greater power. Gizora brought her hand down to a fist and bumped it on her knee. A sign that he was more than pleased with this news.

“You are our God after all , there is nothing you can’t do !” His squeal of enthusiasm was matched by that of Gizora who totally forgot himself and joined the high pitch chorus. “And if I haven’t done it, I bloody well will.” A slight eyebrow wiggle showed that the Destructor had managed to keep his sense of humor over time.

Finding their composure again, after Giz let out a little wooo sound, he listened to Charlie speak about the DNA samples that had been harvested over time. “Ah yes, I was wondering how that went. Not exactly easy to get them from me, but that might explain a lot about my appearance, no?” Meaning that he was in the image of a she. It was true that not all his powers had returned to him, but when they did…..look out.

There had been a number of results from the Genetic testing and subsequent spawns, which caused Gizora to smirk.“It’s a hell of a lot easier than having to carry them in your body for nine months. Let alone have to spit them out. I had worried about giving birth out of my dick. Had I known I would be a woman this time round….” She tapped her lip then said “…eh, still wouldn’t have wanted the stretch marks and cravings.”

A cough from the driver’s seat alerted the pair in back that they had arrived at their destination.

“We have arrived, your Lordship.” The driver saying the only thing needed. The vehicle pulled through the grand gates and started up the driveway towards the colossal building before them. Gizora’s eyes followed it up till it broke through the clouds.

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“Home…sweet home.”

The driver opened the door, and it was then that Gizora happened to notice Charlie’s gaunt appearance. “A little tour…and then you need to eat and rest. Don’t want you dying on me, Charlie.’

~RB~

 

Fu:  

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” You can give birth in any way that you want ; those concepts can only apply to you if you want it to be like so . You literally do make the rules and yes we’ve gotten to Lord Gizora’s home . After you Master ! ”

– He listened to her speak attentively so he didn’t miss anything and responded ideally while giving her a soft smile . It was time for them to get moving , time for them to enter the Palace that belonged to their Lord. Charlie was excited to go see it for himself , he has only heard about it and seen it from afar but today that has all changed on a few words Gizora had spoken. He followed her on out the vehicle and escorted her into her estate , wondering how many Dark Lords will be in attendance and if anything else would reveal itself in time . He didn’t want to blab too much on their way into the domain of the Lord , and so off they went to check out her home-

 

A New Era of Greed – Seven Sins.

Continuing on after the fall of Lydia in the Maze of Greed, there is a new Princess of Greed.

 

Dessy:  

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Mariela looked at Scar, realizing how much taller he was than her. “You’re taller now.” she stated with a small smile. She had always thought Scar was a charmer – but now he actually looked it. But she didn’t state this out loud, and instead bit the corner of her lip and gave a smile, before turning to Tessa and her brothers.

As they walked through the maze, Mariela took time to look around and notice how truly beautiful it was. Certainly much different than what it looked like before. It was a nice change, and Mariela admired how beautiful the maze was. Made her actually want to walk through it this time. Mariela looked down when Scar squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers together as he did so. She then looked up when Scar spoke.

“The castle is quite grand. It has everything you can imagine, and certainly fits for a perfect castle for Greed.” she said with a small laugh, looking at Tessa and her brothers again. “There was a… incident at the ball. We weren’t there to see what happened, but my guess is none of it was good. And if we walk and it’s completely destroyed, I apologize.” she spoke, turning to look ahead again.

“I didn’t think you could do it. Kill the Princess of Greed.” Tessa spoke, and Mariela turned to look at her. “I’ve killed once before, you know. That’s why I ended up in Hell.” she spoke. “That was different.” Sean spoke up. “You did it to protect us.” he spoke again, and Mariela looked at him. “And I killed Lydia to protect myself, and everybody else. The same exact reason I killed that man years ago. To protect the one’s I love.”

“Lydia was so… powerful. Yet you managed to kill her.” Tessa spoke, still not believing that little Mariela defeated the “powerful” Princess of Greed. Mariela just sighed, looking forward again. “Lydia may have been powerful, but that power caused her death. She may have been Princess of Greed, but there is such a thing as being too greedy.” she started.“Her Greed and ambition and desire to be the most powerful person in Hell caused her demise.” she said, then looked at the trio. “That, and the fact she had a really bad habit of underestimating people who were “lower” than her.” she said with a smile.

“So, you’re the new Princess of Greed. What are you going to do now?” Sam asked and Mariela shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see. But I know one thing. I’ll do a hell of a better job running this place than Lydia ever did.” she spoke.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

While the group had been trapped within the maze, the main part of the castle – aka the ballroom looked like it had been blitzed. Clean up crews were already working on the damage, and one of the worst parts being the grand chandelier. Broken scattered crystals were simply everywhere. Blooded bodies were being piled up onto special trolleys by men in white suits, which was funny since their suits were now splattered with the blood remains of many a ball attendee. Scar had gotten Mariela out of the ballroom just in time it seems, but even he didn’t realize the state of destruction that awaited them. They had heard it, but to see it would be a shock, especially for the likes of Tessa and Mariela’s brothers – Sean and Sam.

Thank goodness the rest of the castle had been untouched, save for the courtyard, which was a battle ground for two unlikely guests, one being a Prince no less. Fancy bringing their dramas to a social event. Then again…it was Lydia who hosted it, so it was going to be drama packed no matter who she invited. The stairs that led back up to the Ballroom were at the start of the Maze, so when the group had walked out, they could hear the sound of workmen and cleaners hard at it. News of Lydia’s passing had already started to spread and so when the faithful and servants of the former Princess saw the return of Mariela with Scar at her side, they all dropped tools and started to bow in reverence of the new Princess of Greed. Mariela, was already Duchess and well liked by practically all of Greed’s servants and staff. There were many a happy face, some waving, others began to cheer. Such a difference to the times before, when Lydia ruled with a cruel and unpredictable hand.

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“Long live the Princess of Greed…Mariela. Three cheers!”

The gathered all began to cheer loudly and clap. Such happiness in the midst of the chaos that the Ball had brought. With a new leader, the people of greed had reason to rejoice. May this time be different. May the wars end and the sons come home. Enough blood had been spilt in the name of Greed. It was time for change. Radical change. And Mariela was the one to bring it to them.

Scar looked a little sheepish when Mariela had told him that he was taller. Even he wasn’t sure as to why, but took the smile and the compliment of sorts in his stride. He was more than proud to be on her arm. The alp knew that in the coming days that she might need someone to lean on.

Hearing Mariela explain to her family, and Tessa about how she had killed Lydia out of defense and to protect her family, Scar could not have been prouder. She had needed to step up if she was going to rule, that was for sure. Hell was no place for the weak, and seeing her in this new light – the strength she had came not from wanting more or being greedy and ambitious, but being there to save them all. The Alp glanced back at the now beautiful maze and smirked.

“Lydia got what was coming to her….simple as that.” He always believed in Mariela, but there was the side of him that wanted to be the one to protect her, come what may. It’s what any man that was in love with a woman would do.

Right now however, it was time for that long awaited reunion. Scar knew that Mariela probably had much she wished to talk about with her family, now that the danger had passed. He gave Mariela’s hand a light squeeze and winked before pulling his hand away.

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“I shall leave you to enjoy your family and go organize a meal for everyone. Once I see if we have any plates left.”

He chuckled and then danced off inside the building as many workers picked up their tools again and went back to work.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela walked with Scar up to the stairs that led back to the ballroom, Tessa on her other side with her brothers next to her. They walked up the stairs, and right before heading into the ballroom, they stopped as servants and workers began bowing. Mariela smiled and curtsied, looking around at all of them. She had been well liked by everyone, even as a Dutchess. So of course they’d take her being Princess quite well. As they cheered, she began laughing, turning her head to give a small smile to all of them. “Thank you.” she said with a bow of her head, continuing to smile at them.

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They all turned back around and went back to work, and that’s when Mariela had finished explaining everything to the trio. Hearing Scar’s comment, she looked at him and nodded before turning to look at the others. “If Lydia didn’t have such a bad habit of underestimating people, or letting her ambition get in the way, she might not be dead right now.” she spoke. Feeling Scar squeeze her hand, she looked at him and nodded at his response, giving him another small smile before watching him walk away.

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She gestured for Tessa and her brothers to follow, turning and now walking into the ballroom. She cringed at the gasps that came from behind her from the trio at the sight: broken pieces of chandelier everywhere, bloodied bodies being carried away by workers. She turned around, giving a sheepish smile to the trio. “As I said, it was quite an eventful night. Scar got me out for most of it, so I didn’t think it was this bad, but… I apologize for having to see this.” she spoke.“Let’s go somewhere else that’s a little less… destroyed.” she said, smiling and turning to walk around.

She carefully stepped over the glass and bodies, the trip doing the same, before she lead them out to the hallway and away from the ballroom. “Seems like one wild party…” Sam commented, causing Tessa to hit him. Mariela just laughed.“It was interesting, to say the least.” she spoke, stopping to look at them. “How’s mom and dad?” she asked, looking at her brothers. “Good, now. Mom went into a bit of a depressed state after your death, and it took everything dad had to bring her back. She still gets upset at the mention of your name.” Sean spoke, and Mariela frowned.

“We had to move somewhere else. The entire town thought all of us were dead, and we wanted to keep it that way, so we left.” Sam finished. “I was the only one who knew. I moved with them, and I still keep in touch with all of them on a daily basis. I think it makes your mother feel better still having me around.” she then said. “I miss them. And you guys. But, hey. I did what I had to do.” she said. “At least you guys know I’m okay. Sorta…” she said, furrowing her eyebrows, but then shaking her head.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

The Kitchens thankfully had not been hit by the ballroom blitz. The crockery for the most part had been spared from the blooded onslaught, and Scar breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing worse than having nothing to eat off. With cooks and maids ready to serve. The alp coughed loudly enough to be heard by all, and many a head turned towards him.

“The Princess has her family staying and I think they are in need of a good feed. So, bring out the best silver and crockery, lets show them what the greed kitchens have to offer.” He clapped his hands for them all to get started and the kitchen crew took to the orders with gusto. To see them all working in such a busy fashion, but with smiles and happy chatter was worth its weight in gold. With that underway, the Alp could return to Mariela’s side and get a glimpse of what family life was like with Mariela and her brothers. In the back of his mind however, he knew a time would come when the new Princess would need to make a choice about whether they stayed or returned to the world inside his hat. Scar reached up and gave his beloved hat a pat. He was so glad to have gotten it back, along with his head. Being headless in Wonderland was not the place he wanted to be….no, Scar wanted more than anything to be at Mariela’s side, and watch her bring new order to Greed.

Re-entering the ruined ball room, the first thing to catch Scar’s attention was the blacksmith dwarf; Suda. He had come running up from the lower caverns of the castle, his face was etched with fright. What on earth was it that had the dwarf reacting this way. Was it the sight of the carnage that was still being cleaned up?

“Scar!…SCAR! Someone stole Beserker!”

The Alp blinked and then stared at the tiny dwarf like he was crazy. “What? Who on earth would want to steal that evil sack of steel?’ No one liked Beserker, in particular Scar. The two had a run in in the days long before the ball, but after the death of Mammon. The dwarf whined and then he handed Scar what looked to be like giant silvery webbing.

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“I found this on the podium where I kept the suit. Like its from some giant spider.” The Dwarf was sure that this was evidence in some way, but couldn’t imagine a giant spider being down in his work shop. Small ones, yes….and thousands of them. “I seen cobwebs before, Scar….but nothing this big.”

Scar ran his finger over the silken threads, that were a little bit too sticky for his liking. He tried to shake it off his hand, but it appeared to be well and truly stuck. “Gah…revolting thing.” Scar grimaced. So…Beserker was gone. In one way, Scar was pleased, since he didn’t think he ever wanted Mariela to be tricked into wearing the thing. It was nothing more than just another curse at Greed. A temptation that led to the downfall of Mammon.

The Alp then raised his head and looked at all the corners of the roof, to see if there was a big spider lurking. What if it was still here? Scar whistled for some guards, who all came over – a group of six. “Search the grounds. We may have an arachnid infestation…..a big one.” He tried to smear the webbing on one of the guards armor chest plates, and then his own hand got stuck. “Ugh…worse than some old slag’s undies.” He finally got it off his hand and shuddered, before looking back at Suda. “You go lock down the blacksmith shop and weapons store. I need to go and speak to Mariela.”He really didn’t want to be the bearer of bad tidings, but he felt that she should know.

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Suda bowed and then scuttled off, while the guards broke formation and went spider hunting. Scar dragged his hand down his forehead then his face. “We’ve not even had tea yet and there is already something troubling.” The alp sighed, before going off to find Mariela.

Thankfully, Mariela was in another part of the castle, and he could overhear that they were all talking about what life was like back home. It was walking back in that he caught the end of the conversation. That she missed them and her brothers. She did what she had to do, to end up in Hell, and claimed to be okay…sorta. That furrowed brow, meant that she was conflicted. Scar cringed. Oh she didn’t need bad news now, so he put on his happy face and interjected.

“We have plates. Heh. Lunch anyone?”

~RB~

Macklemore – Wings parody about crap shoes by Fitzy and Wippa.

Fitzy and Wippa go back into their childhood and remember their crap shoes for this parody of Macklemore’s “Wings”

I was seven years old when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside and I was like, Mum, these KT-26ers right here
They’re gonna make me a target.
I hit the footy field and when I kicked, I kicked, I swear they were so sh**/not very good
I completely slipped, Mom I got dacked, this is the worst day of my life
Dunlop Volleys were next
That simplicity, that grip
The box, the smell, the $8 bucks that Mum spent
In school I’m playing the fool
‘Cause I’m wearing sunglasses at night
‘Cause these basic shoes I’m wearing are fluorescent white
At lunch I wasn’t the best, on the grass I couldn’t maneuver
But give me these shoes when I finish school and I could become a roofer
I need some new shoes, I’m livin’ in hope
And then my friend Gary’s brother got rolled for his Adidas Tennis Champs, whoa

Stop complaining mate and say hello to the local freak show
I was wearing Trax with an X, no laces heaps of velcro
Dead legs, chinese burns, kropeks and camel bights
My injuries became more prolific when my old man went out and bought me a pair British Knights
I wanted to be hip
I want a pair of Nikes, I want to touch the rim
Probably never a chance, with the shape that I was in
I was pretty fat.
Australia, it begins

Chorus
I want to cry
‘Cause we can’t afford expensive brands
These are just as bad as my two stripe parachute pants
And I wonder why
I wonder why
I get knocked to the ground
And everyone agrees
That Mum brought these off the Balinese
And she bargained them down

We want what we can’t have, it’s the poorer kids motto
I wanted Adidas footy boots but Dad decided Lotto
I remember Pat Cash and in tennis his winning aura
But do you think he won Wimbledon in a pair of Diadoras?
My boobs became acclimatized to constant nipple cripples
That’s because I’m playing 4 square in a pair of black ripples
I wasn’t asking for the best because I knew all the risks
Just a second hand pair of Reebok Pumps or even Puma Disks
Look at what I just got, a dirty pair of Adidas Romes
They’ll go well on my yacht and or even in my French Chateau
Decided to take up b-ball, time to show them on the court
But how am I to dunk it, rocking in these Aerosports
We are what we wear, we wear what we are
But see I look inside the mirror and I look like a Nissan Pulsar
Will I stand for change, or stay in my box
These shoes help me define me, and we are classified pov

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~RB~

RPC – Jackul : The Enchanted Wars.

Jackul – The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Quote: “You can run, but you can’t hide.”
Name: Jackul
Age: 27 (Human appearance) – Actual age undetermined.
Height: 5’10”
Race: Lycanthrope
Appearance: Shoulder length Black hair, cobalt steel blue eyes, dark complexion, scar down left cheek. Muscular build. Clothing ; black flowing floor length cape with hood, family crest emblem on jacket, long pants leather boots. Wears armor into battle if in human form, but forgoes it when in lycan form.
Race details:
As with all Immortals, Lycans become stronger and more powerful with age, both physically and socially. Other factors can also affect their strength; such as feeding. A well-fed Lycan will recover faster than a Lycan who has not fed for some time. Lycans who regularly overindulge will usually take mere moments to recover depending on the severity of the wounds. In contrast to Lycans who are turned, Lycans who are born, rather than becoming weaker with every generation, actually inherit the total sum of the strengths of both parents’ Lycanthropy strains, and thus become stronger generation-wise.
Lycans display inhuman physical strength, speed, reflexes, endurance and agility comparable to their vampire counterparts. These traits seem to apply to Lycans even when in human form, as Lucian was seen to be able to catch up to a moving car, and subsequently survive being hit by it head on. Even in their human forms, Lycans also demonstrate other feats of superhuman strength, reflexes and agility, such as catching crossbow bolts in midair, jumping extremely high and overpowering both humans and vampires in physical combat. It is very likely that they can enter a state of hibernation and survive without blood or oxygen for centuries. They possess enhanced senses of smell, hearing and sight that are superior even to those of wolves, not just humans, and are also able to sense Vampires in close proximity to themselves. It should be noted that when in their Werewolf forms they are stronger than when in human form, able to break through solid concrete walls, and seem to be stronger than most young Vampires, as every hand-to-hand confrontation between the two races under normal circumstances has ended with a Lycan victory
Lycans can also use their claws and strength to scale sheer surfaces, having been seen to crawl along walls at great speed in pursuit of prey. They possess the ability to land on their feet without harm when falling from great heights
Lycans also possess superb physical resilience and remarkable regenerative abilities. Their recovery abilities are hampered by the presence of silver in their bodies. However, to older Lycans, the silver is rarely fatal. Lycans do get stronger with age.
They are able to transform back to their human forms, and change into Werewolf forms when the moon is full. Those who have been Lycans for several centuries have learned to transform at will regardless of the moon, as they have learned to channel their rage. They resemble first generation Werewolves, but their faces are shorter, and the least wolf-like in appearance. They also have far less fur than the earlier Werewolves. They are mostly hairless, aside from a thin mane of fur running down the center of their backs

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Birth Land/World: Xantara
Present Land/world: Inferno
Element: Earth
Abilities: Inhuman physical strength, endurance, speed, reflexes, and agility. Shifts to full form during a full moon. Exceptional tracker.
Limitations: Is not able to make the transition unless it is a full moon.
Weapon(s): Spring mounted wrist blades, which ejects at the touch of a button beneath his jacket.
Side: Good
Personality Traits: loyal, diligent, cautious, intelligent, and determined.
Biography: WIP

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Romantic Interest: None
Prized Possession
Obsessions: Getting the job done.
Pet(s) etc. : None

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire (1) •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

A pile of dead bodies that bore terrible knife wounds lay haphazardly to the right of the big dagger wheel. The blood from his victims had splattered all over the bright colours of the wheel, thus making it a much more morbid sight. Ripping out the daggers from his last victim, the servants were quick to untie the dead human and ready him for a cart that would take all the dead down to an incinerator pit.

Dracus threw his blooded dagger at Mora, who skillfully caught it on the fly and started to clean it free from blood like she had the rest of his daggers. It was part of her job description to be hands on when keeping up with her Lord’s wishes. One thing however, his mood had changed…somewhat. Having killed at least ten humans, he felt he had sated his need to torture and commit murder in what was a sickening and twisted way to play a game. Surprising that it was Mora’s idea. One of her better ones. You might wonder just why she had tried to keep the Lord of Inferno distracted and she had a bloody good reason. Mora knew it would be a matter of time before Dracus realized that Rina was not in attendance.

“Right…that was fun. Now, where is that bastard child that is supposed to be family?” This was said with a menacing tone, as he picked up a chalice of red wine and sculled it down in one go. Letting out a heavy breath, he arched a brow and glanced at his adviser.

“Well?”

“Sire, I am not her keeper. I’m yours.” Said with a firm voice and nod of the head as she placed the last dagger back in it’s box to complete his set. All gleaming and clean once more.

“Hmmph.” Clearly, Dracus was not impressed by that, but he had to hand it to Mora, she was not afraid to call a spade a shovel. “When you DO see her, tell her to come to the throne room. Do I make myself clear?” His eyes burnt to a fire red as he spun on his heel and stormed out of the game room, knocking a servant off his feet as he rounded the corner.

“Crystal, my Lord.”

Once he was well out of sight, Mora let out a sigh. She had a fair idea where Rina had gone, but hoped she would be back soon. No telling what the Lord of Inferno had in store for the girl. It was no secret that he held little or any love for his niece. Placing the dagger box on a nearby shelf, Mora whistled for the cleaning crews to come in and set about cleaning the dart wheel, as well as the floor and anything else that the King had broken or soiled.

~RB~

 

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“………I see that my darling uncle is in a charming mood as expected…..”

The soft, lyrically voice, filled with strength and passion, resonated outwards from the shadows nearby, and it was a voice that Mora would recognize quickly; she was like an aunt to the owner of the said voice, she’d known it since it had originated from a child. Rina had been born when Mora was a teen, so Mora had known the girl for many many years, and as she stepped from the shadows, her fiery mane of hair flowing about behind her like an inferno waiting to be let loose; you could almost feel the tension in Rina’s form as your own, she had every reason to be tense after all. Her uncle basically hated her, despite her draconic blood he still hated her down to the very blood in her veins; she was half human and that was the reason. She couldn’t understand it.

“I wonder what he has to say this time…”

Rina sounded almost tired and just plain exasperated, she didn’t want to deal with the stuff that her uncle was probably about throw at her, in fact she didn’t really want to see him again today for the moment; especially after having seen him finish off the tenth human in his little ‘game.’ She didn’t understand his damnable obsession with killing humans, he was part of the reason that even Draconians like her had to be careful going to the human world; his damnable obsession was causing most of the problems between their world and the human’s. Not to mention his damned war with Endora, what was the fucking point anyway?! Rina let out a small sigh, her crimson eyes gleaming with a small tone of sadness as she exhaled and rubbed a hand against the back of her neck.

 

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Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

Mora stopped in her tracks when she herd the words of Rina filter through the room. It was coming from the nearby shadows of the room, and on turning she would catch sight of the girl who had returned from what Mora believed to be the human realm. The red haired vixen nodded slowly to Rina’s sarcastic remark. Charming being a word few would ever use to describe Dracus. Mora had organized the spin wheel of death to keep the Lord of Inferno busy on purpose. She knew what his moods were like when he was cooped up inside, and he tended to be even more evil to those that strayed into his path. This day he had not forgotten that he had plans for Rina…plans that he had not even spoken to Mora about. He trusted Mora to an extent, but not when it came to this matter. To the Lord of Inferno, Rina was a blight on the family name. Even though he could shape shift into what he hated most it was the fact that he was full dragon, and the fact Rina was not made his blood boil.

“As you know, mornings are not agreeable with him.” Mora kept up appearances, for she knew that Dracus had eyes and ears everywhere. Crossing the floor, Mora reached for the girl’s hands and held them firmly as she stared directly into her eyes, when Rina wondered what he had to say to her this time. it didn’t take a fool to see that Rina was just plan tired of all her uncle’s games and tricks. Who could blame her?

“He seeks audience with you in the throne room, Rina.” This was said loudly, loud enough for those around her to hear, but when she brought the girl into an embrace, she slipped a small note into the girl’s pocket – patting her hip, before withdrawing herself from the hold.

“Afterwards, I suggest you go to your room. I imagine I will be sent with instructions after.” This alone sounded ominous, but there was something about the way that Mora stared at her. As though silently trying to make her understand that she was to prepare to take flight if necessary.

Knowing that she would have work to do, Mora gave a short bow before heading out the door. Only stopping at the entrance to look back at the girl, and making a chin up action hoping the girl understood.

Waiting in the Throne room, there was an evil looking black dragon who was pacing back and forth. He had been waiting for Dracus to come and when the Lord appeared, he clasped his hands together.

“What reason have you brought me to this disgusting hovel you call a home, Dracus?’ There was clearly no love lost between the two and Dracus gave as good as he got. “Cause its a damn sight warmer than that tar pit you wallow in.”

The Black dragon rolled his eyes and folded his arms as he stood impatiently – tapping his steel capped toes on the ground. “This better be good. My wife will ring my flaming neck if I don’t bring her the extra help to cater to our children.’

Dracus started to laugh…and loudly. “How is Ethel? I thought that moving to the dark lands would settle her temper. It was the one thing I liked about her.” Ethel being Nago’s new wife. Dracus and Ethel went way back, but Nagos had been tricked into marrying her. He thought she had a fortune behind her…sadly he was mistaken.

“She’s still a bitch. Now cut the crap. Why did you summon me?” You could tell that he was getting more and more annoyed as it appeared Dracus was stalling.

“Oh…I got word that she needed extra help and it just turns out that Ethel’s need may well be the answer to my prayers. I have what you need. A nanny to care for those brats you call children.’ Dracus picked up a small hot rock, then tossed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

“A what? Who?” Now Nago was interested. He stopped his pacing, when he heard that Dracus had found a solution to both their problems.

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“Rina. Annoying half breed. I want to send her to a place the sun never shines. Where no humans go. Think of it as a long earned punishment, for being insolent. I happen to know your wife would beat her into submission easily. AND you get time off from the kids…What do you say?’

A wry grin started to form upon the Black Dragon’s maw.

“I say yes..naturally. Anything to get me more time away from Ethel. So where is this…Rina?”

That was a good question.

~RB~

 

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“I know, all too well. Understood.”

Rina gave a small sigh once more, hugging the adviser back tightly with full understanding of her words, it was a precaution and Rina knew it; they both knew that the instance was needed above everything else that they could think possible. If Dracus decided to do anything that could become threatening to Rina, then she had to be prepared to run; no matter how strong Rina had become over the years, she still wasn’t strong enough to take on her uncle yet and they both knew it. Rina soon arrived at her uncle’s throne room, but with the door cracked the voices leaked out, crystal clear to her ears thanks to her silent footfalls. And what she heard made her seethe, the air around her began to shimmer with heat as he crimson eyes slowly brightened to the point they seemed to be on fire themselves, the floor even began to emit sparks for a moment as she stood there; her eyes cast in shadow despite the deadly glow that emanated from within them.

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Rina had to hold in a growl as she turned on her heel, leaving before either of them could notice that she was still standing there. Rina was utterly pissed, and every servant that saw her immediately began to back away, fearing she was about to reduce them to nothing; as she had been known to do that in the past, however despite all of that, none of them dared report her otherwise they would face her later. And they knew it, it’d happened again, and last time it happened her Killing Intent had leaked out, paralyzing everyone in the room; though somehow at the moment she was currently pulling it under wraps. Only the Lord above would ever be able to understand just how she did it too. The moment Rina entered her room, actually on the other side of the castle from the throne room, the first things she did was slam her right hand straight through her training dummy; the impact of the punch causing it to fly across the room and explode against the wall.

Rina was livid, but she knew better than to lose it right now, she had to keep calm and be ready to run now. Rina reached into her pocket, pulling out the note silently, preparing to read it quickly before her uncle could come in the room searching for her.

 

The Quest of the Heart – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

Had the Demon of Gluttony bitten off more than he could chew?  Never shake on a deal when you don’t know what is at stake.  The quest is just beginning.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab

All actions and choices have consequences far more diabolical than could possibly be imagined by those partaking in the game. Was this all that it was? A game? To some perhaps, to others not. In another part of the lab, a dark figure was sitting at a table, his legs crossed and tapping his foot in time to some strange music that was playing on an old phonograph. An Asian woman was fanning the dark figure with a large cane handled fan, while on the other side sat a man in all white. He was of considerable age and had a long white beard that had to be tied off at the end for fear of it touching the floor. Overhead a fan was spinning slowly, while a grandfather clock was ticking. The setting would be regarded as peaceful almost like it was being played in a park or….at an old age home. Tick…Tick…Tick…..As events were taking place down in Cardis Tomb, upstairs the affects of those making choices would be felt like a pulsating echo that radiated. A game as old as time itself. Everything was about to change.

“He may not take it.” The man in white said, touching the top of a chess piece. Rocking the piece back and forth as he mused over his move. The Dark one on the other side was balling his tongue into his cheek. A delicious smirk upon his wicked features. “He’s the Prince of Gluttony! Hunger burned with desire. Eat eat eat eat…feed feed feed. Insatiable….It’s never enough!” The Dark one went to exercise his point, by scooping up a hand full of pig intestines and then chewing on them with blood running down his chin. It was disgusting.

“You’re foul.”

“This is a delicacy in some countries. Now….move.”

Down in Cardis tomb, the moment of truth had come. The Doctor had led the group along with the Prince down to his inner most private sanctum. The place that held his most valued treasures, and his army of nightmares. All of which that were suspended in special green bubbles. Hooked up to machine after machine. A marvel of technology…and science. There was nothing magical about it at all.

The Doctor handed the right arm of Doom over to the excited Prince of Gluttony, who was waiting with an eagerness that was hard to describe. Would he just look at it, and then ask of the deal of what the payment would be for such a prized artifact? The Doctor opened his mouth as the Demon of Gluttony started to speak…..but right at that moment the Demon did the unexpected.

HE PUT THE ARM ON TO HIS OWN BONE!

Upstairs a large time piece chimed, while another which was an hourglass of great size started to turn over. Both the man in white and the dark one looked across from their chess game and it was hard to tell if it was shock or joy that they witnessed the event for themselves.

“OH….MY….GOD!!!!!” The Dark one stuttered, while the man in white put his frail hand up to his face and tried to cover his eyes. What had Beel just done?

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” Beel asked as the arm fused with his own body. The symbols on the arm glowered a magnificent shade of red, as the arm accepted it’s new host. The Doctor just stood there….it was like he didn’t know what to say. “No…no it’s not.”

Wilhelm would have continued but at that moment, Madame Green chose her timing so….so badly. Arriving at such a significant moment, that it was as if maybe she knew. Did she know? The power that she radiated caused a flash to go right through the entire lab and was not unfelt by the Dark one and the man in white.

“GREEN?!…..Ahahahaha…Oh..oh…I need tissues.” The Dark one slapped his knee as his assistant handed him a box of tissues which he kept dabbing his eyes with. He kept waving his hand in front of his face, and tears of laughter were running down his cheeks, as he found the whole thing hilariously funny. The man in white took his fingers off the chess piece and was ready to kick his chair out from under him in fury. It was rare for such an old man like him to feel fury, but damn that woman. “Nosey bloody bitch!”

“I could kiss her.” The Dark one laughed as he waited for the next part. “Siya…popcorn! STAT!” Siya bowed and went to get some popcorn, as the dramas continued in Cardis Tomb.

Theatrics and sarcasm. So unneeded and yet Madame Green was on a roll. She was practically giddy about the Right hand of doom that was firmly attached to the Prince’s arm. The Doctor kept staring at the woman silently, as she went into an oscar winning performance about her real reason for coming down to Cardis Tomb. It was not like she had been invited, but some pests were hard to keep out. Wilhelm pulled on his collar, when she fussed over the undead army, going as far to say that it had taken him ten whole years to create them, and all done with the help of the wars that had gone on between the kingdoms. In a way, it was what had resulted from the Kingdoms own need to sate their desires.

Wilhlem had not managed to finish his conversation with the Prince, yet this woman would not stop talking. It was almost distressing.

“An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.”

The Doctor nodded as she spoke, hoping for a word in so that he could speak of the deal. He had to tell the Demon Prince….he had too. But then….she said…

“At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Committed? He would need to be after this. The Doctor’s face was turning white. He even put his hand up to his cheek and dragged his fingers down in frustration. God, please shut up woman. Wilhelm was thinking. But no, she started on her real reason for being there. A child. One that was to be the son of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief. What did that have to do with anything?

Upstairs, the Dark one sat perfectly still as the sand was starting to fall from the hour glass. A slow and evil smile was now showing, as Siya brought him the popcorn. He dunked his hand in the bowl and took out a handful, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing slowly. The suspense was killing him. Down in Cardis Tomb, the Prince was growing tired of the woman’s sarcastic spew of words and plots. To Beel, he was no one to be trifled with, and a baby….well that was nothing. Not that he now had the right hand of doom. He had reached for Green and gripped her solidly, pulling her up off her feet.“Surely, that army, and you would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.”

The army.

The Doctor bowed his head, and then spoke softly.

“My Lord Beel….the deal.” He turned away from the pair, and then strode back over to the same place where he had pulled the right hand of Greed from. Next to it, was a small box. Bigger than a cigar box, about the same size as a woman’s jewel box. He took it out of the cupboard slowly, and turned around baring it in both hands.

“I do not need for coin….or simple demon parts. A prize such as the right hand of doom must be traded for an item of similar value.” He started to walk back over, and then undid the catch on the box. The center of which was lined with a red silk, and it had an impression in it….for something special.

“You need to collect a certain heart to place in this box and return to me.” The Doctor paused, his eyes going over to Madame Green, then back to the Prince of Gluttony. He had already accepted the arm….this was the deal now.

“You must bring me a proud heart….the heart of Pride.”

If the Demon of Gluttony wanted the army now, it was best to agree to the deal, since….he had already accepted the arm by putting it on.

Upstairs, the Dark one stood up from his chair as the bowl of popcorn went spilling onto the floor. A look of triumph etched upon his face. He took out a small recorder…and started to play.

It was terrible, off key…but the song itself had meaning at this moment. The man in white started to cry.

~RB~

 

Artie: While the others may have flinched in some sort of way at the news of what seemed to be an impending battle, Madame didn’t even blink. In fact… she smiled. Ah, the more time she could waste, the better, to be frank.. As Gluttony pulled her back she would then make a face of surprise, her entire upper body pressed up against him, her hips meeting his in a way that make her vocalize this surprise in a gasp and then a small, “hmph.” Her eyes would flicker up to the hourglass, a light smirk coming onto her face… Wasting time… More mayhem. That would make her day, frankly.. But how to keep the immense glutton from talking immediately, from making his decision? Oh, it was a delectable plan, one that only a woman could pull off, as her eyes flickered to the Doctor before going back to the demon prince..

And she would grab his shirt’s collar, ignoring its qualities and pulling him down, her lips pressing fiercely against his. Oh, oh yes, she had. And Madame would continue to do so, ignoring whatever sounds or shocked silence that seemed to come from the others – even laughter, maybe, from the Dark One.. Her tongue pressed against his lips, feeling him surprised against her as she would slowly work his open, a rather deep kiss.. But she did not close her eyes, staring at him intensely in response back.. This would last a few moments before she moved away, smirking lightly and then pulling from the large prince’s grip. “Ah. Doctor, Eren, Narcissa.. Lord Beelzebub..” A flicker of her eyes as she would meet the gaze of the Dark One, hiding in the corner where none could see, at the male in white.. She would know their names only because of her powers..

Another look back at Beel. “Don’t forget us, for later.. Hmm?” A grin overcame her features, her brow raising in confidence.. And then a lightpop, as Madame disappeared in thin air, accomplishing what she had came here for. More time had been wasted, more precious time had been taken, by none other than the Madame herself.. But what if those minutes she had taken could have been the time for finishing the deal? Every moment counted.. had she just taken the few minutes that Beel would have needed to complete?

(TC)

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Zetta:  Beelzebub opened and closed the confides of his new right hand, continuing to familiarize himself with all of it’s feelings. Right when Madame planted her kiss, after a forceful pull down to meet face-to-face, an amazing feature as he was almost 4 feet on her. A testament toward her will, beyond her physical strength as she had actually rose to pull him down in the first place with the firm belief that it was actually possible to do so. Again, he felt overwhelmed, his eyes widened in a response to the shocking experience, amplified from the passion in their contact.. She held him for at least a full minute before releasing with an abrupt suckle, his head draw aback from his sheer height. But, having received mostly what he would’ve gone for himself, he smirked. “Hmph.” His head yanked back some, just to show off an inquiry with visible expressions, his face twisting some as well. “You won’t get away with that, woman!” He began to reach for her as she pulled away, but then she announced her leaving, individually naming the important players as they were. A popping sound, and the vixen was gone, leaving the gluttonous prince to grit his teeth in silence. That spicy personality leaving to the unknown, and without a way to track her that could easily be their last confrontation. How detestable…

The right hand of doom fully latched onto the rest of the prince’s limb.. The arm suddenly began connecting itself. Instinctively, his power took effect, almost immediately devouring everything that the thing was starting with the inside. A visual of this was a thick red aura, flaming in appearance centered only on his right arm.. After calming himself down though he halted his own ability, to not eat the arm he had only just received entirely. While it would have been easy to simply digest the thing and then utilize it as his own hand, he wanted to finally appease the doctor. The man had yet to name his price, and Beelzebub personally considered it to be a dangerous move to get unknown metals into his system. Only weary now after his brief affliction with that drug he was introduced to earlier, from Blitz. This hesitation would pass in due time, and with a mere force of will, he reformed the insides of the hand of doom to no noticeable effect. On cue, Willhelm began to tell him what exactly it was that he wanted in return for the sold item here.

This thing turning into a trade instead, the likes of which practically begged the glutton prince to ignore everything else the Laboratory had to offer and digest the item like his instincts told him to in the beginning.. However, he needed to assure his availability with the Doctor’s resources, if this was an army before him, then he would not leave so casually without it. Eren had questioned this actually, towards his new recruit he turned halfway to face him, a small preference wanted the man at his side. As he was currently the only one who was here under Gluttony still. “Why leave so soon? When the doctor has been treating us all so well.” Said boldly, as if it was a matter of fact, only because Beel was being intrigued so much and so consistently. The trade was offered with such hesitation, as if it was a delivery of some incredibly dire message. Beelzebub was already planning to total the other Kingdoms and assimilate them, just like everything else he wanted. So what if he couldn’t eat the Prince of Pride now, he could preserve it with the thing’s head and scales for his own personal use. In fact, it only worked towards his benefit, this deal. Calling on an initially deep chuckle to come, leading to his distinct evil laughter, bellowing out from the large stomach of the hulking male. “Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?” He lazily looked towards Narcissa, the freak of nature they’d all been shown before coming down here. “Before you send that creature after me.” Saying even that with an excited tone, he was probably just joking and thus had maintained his bright attitude.

He felt like nothing could really stop him, even mentioning that someone would come after the prince insinuated that he was careful, but in reality he just wanted to take part in a payment for the wonderful gift he had just been given. A sturdy hand that he could punch a hole in that damnable armor with, if he ever made contact with it again. That being over with he then glanced at the creepy looking man further into the place, giving him only a brief acknowledgement the first two times he spoke. “Now lets talk about this force of undead nature you’ve got stored here. What’s the price on all of them?” He inquired, with this flash of candies, he was going to take a grab at each one until he left the shop utterly satisfied. “And him.” An insinuation, made clear with a quick nod towards that man surrounded by two other variables. “Does he come with it?” Clearly with no idea who that cretin was.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab.

Women. Such terrible time wasters. When in the midst of talks between men, they were nothing but a pure distraction – speaking and acting as if what was being discussed was not of great significance. The Doctor could only stand by and watch the woman’s pathetic attempt to kiss the Prince of Gluttony. Wilhelm dare not roll his eyes at the scene, but inwardly he just wished she’d go join the nearest witch knitting circle. Thankfully, she did make her announcement that she was taking leave. And about time too. Wilhelm, being the gentleman that he was – bowed ever so politely, whilst the Prince gave her a good telling off to the affect that she would not get away with such indiscretions. Madame Green left with nothing more than a simple ~pop~ and the Prince’s attentions were once again focused upon the hand on which he had now attached to his own arm. The Doctor kept a watchful eye upon the Prince, to see him calm once more so that talks could continue.

“Is that all?! The heart of a dragon… Hmph, I had planned to demolish someone else first. So how long do I have to bring it to you?”

So, the Prince had other plans before he was to complete the quest. This brought a happy squeal of delight from the Dark one, who finally chose to emerge from the shadows, closely followed by Father time.

“The Doctor is the middle man, dearie. You should be asking me. I am the one that gave the Doctor such a wonderful limb. Fits snugly, doesn’t it?” The Dark one wiggled a brow as he was now well and truly exposed. In behind him, the man in white – Father Time set down the sand glass that already had the sand falling through it. He appeared stern in light of the conversation, while the Doctor stood there holding the red satin lined box. Turning around, his jacket swirled as he assessed the many rows of undead soldiers that were still in the green goo like sacks. “An Army…fit for a King.” A little shoe shuffle and he bounded up onto the nearest work station.

“I was surprised you didn’t just pop the right hand of doom in your gob and swallow it whole. Smart move that you didn’t do that.” The Dark one touched his nose and gave a wink, before continuing on, while the Doctor looked at the Prince with a forlorn expression. The man in white – Father Time coughed loudly and this brought a look of disdain from the Dark one, who was just as eager to waste the Prince of Gluttony’s time as much as Madame Green had.

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“AH YES! The time limit on this…quest.” The Dark one pointed at the sand hourglass which was much bigger than that of normal ones. “You have exactly seven days in which to return to the Lab with the Heart of Pride before you lose the chance at the BIG PRIZE!” Now the Dark one was acting like a showman under the big top. Another prize? This would be news to the Prince for sure. What did he think would happen to the arm if he failed? That it would just fall off? That it would lose it’s power? Hardly.

“Not sure if the Doctor explained to you, but he barely scratched the surface on the powers of that hand. What he didn’t tell you was….that that hand you have so snugly attached to your arm…is a key.” The Dark One jumped down off the table and strolled right up to the Demon of Wrath and whispered. “Bring back the heart of Pride, and I will tell you where to activate the key….and you will gain powers and treasure the likes of which….no other Prince has seen before.” The Dark one was appealing to the Prince’s everlasting hunger for more. “If you don’t, well…..then its just a hand.”

Father Time nodded in agreement.

This would be a lot for the Prince to take in, but he had asked about the army. The Doctor took out a locket in his pocket and opened it to stare down at a picture of his beloved, the one he had lost after a deal with the Dark one. The Dark One owned him now, which meant he owned the lab as well.

“The Doctor will release the army to you when you are ready to take on Pride. Seeing as you have….other business to attend to first.” The army was not quite ready for release, as the Doctor had to make final arrangements himself. The Dark one then glanced at the ever eager servant of the Prince. “Just send him back to collect and the army is yours. Oh….but we do have the rights to collect all dead from this conflict to be recycled. Think of it as our ‘keep Hell beautiful’ policy.”

The Doctor snapped shut the locket and put it back in his pocket, before offering the box that was for the heart of Pride to the Prince. The heart was to be taken from the Prince of Pride….still beating. Within the box, it stays alive…so does the Prince of Pride. The only way to truly finish the Prince was to destroy the heart, and there was no way the Dark One wanted a dead prince on his hands.

“I think that wraps things up. Tick tock…dearie…Tick tock!”

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Time was marching on, and if the Prince and his entourage had any sense, they would take the lift back up to the foyer of the Lab now.

The Man in white fell back into the shadows, and the Dark one danced off after him as he sang:

Black ride the men
Who ride with death
Under the midnight sky
They will never die
Murderers walk the earth…
Beneath the curse of Cain…
Men shall die for this
Prepare to meet your god
He grants them no last wish
Just kiss of flintlock gun
Fires of Hades…
Will welcome his slaves…
Crimson clouds before their eyes
And flames about their brains
Blood has left their souls
Its everlasting stain
Pilgrim without land
Only has will of steel
Waves his rapier hand
For him the weak should kneel
Where’s your daughter?
…He will take her home
(Blues for Satan!)
We’re the drums, soul of doom
We’ve head the same call too
Where heresy grows so fast
We shall make you last
Solomon Kane
God’s warrior
Solomon Kane
That chap’s insane
Solomon Kane
Bittersweet man
Solomon Kane
All God ever had
Right hand of doom
Will swing for you
Apocalypse…
Will begin soon!
Solomon Kane!

The doors of the lift opened wide, ready to take the Prince and his entourage inside.

~RB~

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •- The Enchanted Wars.

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •- The Enchanted Wars.

 

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Razorbackwriter:  

Inferno Kingdom | Element: Fire •

Twas spring time. A time for new life, budding wild flowers and of course spring time festivities. All the things that the other realms might find pleasant and enjoyable. All…except….the King of Inferno. He hated spring time, and in particular he wasn’t too fussed with the weather pattern. Rain pitter pattered on the window sills and panes as he marched back and forth in front of the colossal windows. Most were well aware of Dracus’s moods during this time of year and were smart enough to steer well clear. The onset of rain had caused much of the air around the castle to be heavy with fog cover – so thick it was hard to see the nose in front of your face. Being that his kingdom was surrounded by lava flows and hot rocks, any water falling caused steam to rise up.

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All this just added to Dracus’s terrible temper. It was dawn and there was no chance of going out to hunt in weather like this. Visibility was poor which meant flying was not an option. The fiery Lord’s hand swiped at a vase that was on one of the dressers and it went flying off as he displayed his impatience with being cooped up. Boredom for someone such as Dracus was a very bad thing.

“Mails in, Sire.” A haughty voice sung out as Dracus marched right over the broken fragments of the vase. His royal adviser, who happened to be a red headed vixen always checked the incoming ravens at dawn and as per usual there were a few letters and some invitations for the King. Mora bore a gracious smile when she noted that her King was in one of his moods. “I thought you liked that vase. I got it for your birthday.” She showed a pout, then brightened again as she offered the handful of mail. “Oh well, was probably a knock off. So…shall I leave you to read the mail in private, or would you like me to organize some entertainment?’ The King snatched the mail off her with a snort.

“Trust you to be cheap.” He started tearing open seals, as he dumped the rest of the letters and scrolls on the nearest desk. Rarely did the King have a nice word to say about anything. Not to mention, he was not a morning dragon.“Eh….usual social events. I hate Spring. Someone should blow it up.” He took the other letters and held them in his hand as the whole lot burst into flame. Dracus blew on the burning papers, and they then fluttered about the room, the ash slowly covering his adviser, who pouted whilst putting her hands on her hips. She flicked her hair and the ash fell to the ground at her feet. It was barely six am and he was already making a mess. “Really? Must you do that.” If it was one thing, Mora was not intimidated by the King. Many would have soiled themselves the moment he snarled at them, but this girl had seen it all before and probably would again before lunch. “Maybe if you had brought me the list of people that are to be hung, beaten, tortured or…dropped into a lava pit, I’d be a bit more cheery.” The Lord of Inferno loved violence. He had a strong distaste for humans, and took great pleasures in killing them. Either fast or slow, he didn’t care. Their dying screams were a delight to his ears. It was why he often called his dungeon, his Red room of pain. For him it was his happy place. The only good human was a dead one.

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Picking the last bits of ash out of her hair, the girl brightened.

“It just so happens my Lord that I organized a new indoor game for you. What with this weather being so bad.”

“A game? If it’s indoor bowls, I am going to pull your small intestine out via your nostrils…THEN shove them up your ass.” The Dragon Lord leered down at her as he waited to hear what she had to say about that.

“You’re not a senior citizen yet. No…I got something that would appeal to your sense of fun. Come on, I’ll get a maid to clean up in here.”

Not entirely convinced, Dracus followed the diminutive red head as she lead him through the castle to a large new room that she was having fitted out for him. It was sort of done like an old English pub. A bar on one side, and few tables to enjoy a meal or an ale. On the other was a large spinning wheel. Like the kind you would find on a game show. The thing with this spinning wheel was that it had a human strapped to it. A terrified one. He was marked, like a dart board and the royal adviser brought over a wooden box, which she presented to her King.

Dracus stared at the box, and then glared at Mora. “I don’t get it. What the hell is this?”

“Darts, my King……with daggers.” When the King opened the box, he would find a brand new set of throwing knives, really sharp ones. He took one out of the box, as one of the servants started to spin the human on the wheel. Around and around he went. The back of the board marked with bright colors, which made the whole thing quite bizarre. The human who was not only getting dizzy was begging for mercy. It didn’t take the King long to realize the fun he could have with this game.

“Ahahahahaha!” He roared with laughter as he threw the first knife with deadly accuracy and it pierced the spinning man’s right thigh. The man screamed in pain, and the royal adviser clapped, like a spectator would at a golf tournament. “Ten points for that shot, my Lord.”

Dracus beamed as he snatched up the second dagger and bent down to say to Mora. “Fifty points if I hit his head?’ Mora giggled and then whispered back. “Bet you ten gold pieces you can’t.” Oh now it was a betting game, and the King loved the odds. Either way, it was a win win for him. No matter where the dagger landed, it was going to do damage. Blood was already dripping on the floor. Much more was to be split, while Mora was handed a tankard of beer. This was probably the best idea she ever had to keep the King entertained. She just hoped the human didn’t die quickly. So good that with the wheel spinning, it would take a while.

Dracus poked his tongue out the side of his mouth as he took his shot.

~SLICE!~

“Guess I just lost ten pieces. Top shot, my Lord.” The wheel kept spinning, but the man was already dead. The dagger having pierced his forehead and sliced his brain in two.

“Load up another one! I like this game.”

~RB~

RPC : Dracus – Lord of Inferno : The Enchanted Wars.

 

RPC : Dracus – Lord of Inferno : The Enchanted Wars.

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Quote: “Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup”

Name: Dracus, Lord of Inferno
Age: 2,690 years

Dragon Form
Height: 28′ Length: 43′ Wing Span: 149′ Weight: 40 Tons

Human Form
Height: 6′ 4″ Weight: 246 lbs Eye Color: Red Hair Color: Black

Race: Dragon
Ruler Status : King
Land/World: Inferno
Element: Fire

Abilities: Ability to draw heat and fire from the surrounding elements. Able to utilize lava from beneath the ground as well as create fire ball blasts from its gaping maw when being attacked.
Its scaled body of armour like plating makes Dracus difficult to attack with weapons fashioned from common metals.
Size is an important factor in the defence of the Fire dragon. Weighing well over 40 tonnes at adulthood, it can easily crush the unsuspecting under foot, or take out a whole section of an army with its powerful tail.

Limitations: Cannot bring heat from a land of ice and snow, or where the temperature drops below 10 degrees below zero. Gets sleepy and is easier to attack in colder climates.
Weapon(s): Claws, flame breath, Dracus’s size, a long sword when in human form.
Side: Evil
Personality Traits: Hot tempered, moody, brooding, difficult.
Biography: WIP

Sexual Orientation : Hetro
Romantic Interest : None
Prized Possession : His Golden Throne.
Obsessions : Killing off humans that have demonized Dragons for centuries.
Pet(s) etc. : None.

Story to come in

The Dark Moon of Terakus – Part Two : Shattered Dimensions.

 

With Gizora awakened from his slumber, it was hard to get over the fact that this time around he was one Hell of a woman.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Dark Moon of Terakus

It took one of great courage and also dedication to step forward out of the crowd of robed priests while the Lord Gizora was asking just what he had missed over the course of his slumber. Indeed there had been a great deal and of course his devout and loyal followers had done all to create the world that would rival Alterus as a true opposite. The crowd parted to allow one such follower passage forward, while up on the stairs, Gizora was running her slender digits up and down her body in curious amazement at how he turned out from the awakening. Had a relic been turned the wrong way? Never before had the Destructor appeared in the form of a woman. In fact, it was all very new and in some ways pleasing, but not when the odd priest found the need to try and rub one out in his presence. Noticing that one had broken from the rest of the pack and had pushed back his hood to reveal the white hair beneath, did Gizora stop with the self pleasuring. The Destroyer listened intently to what he had to say. It was indeed favorable news. The population of their world had grown beyond the wildest dreams of the planners, and was continuing to do so. What was of significant news was that there was a lot of strange energies being picked up from the alter planet of Alterus.

Lord Gizora placed her hands upon her svelte hips and cocked a brow as the priest went on further to do his introduction.

” My name is Charlie , a loyal servant of Lord Gizora and of course I’m under your command to do your dirty work and other accompanying orders. Also…”

So his name was Charlie. Sort of common, but easy to say. Rolls off the tongue nicely. But Charlie was no ordinary follower. In fact, he was a bold one. Climbing the steps to approach the Destroyer and then…reach out and cup the Lord’s left breast. Gizora blinked as she lowered her head and watched as the man had a good feel. His fingers digging in a little to see for himself that this vision of a woman was actually real.

‘Aha ! These are real !”

“I know, right?” Gizora poked her other one and then smirked. “Kinda like pretty little love pillows. I feel like Venus.” To see the Lord Gizora act like a sex kitten, but with the mannerisms of a man, was kinda strange. Charlie was smart enough to know that the Lord’s current state of undress was only enslaving the lustful minds of his followers and was quick to cover Gizora up, so that no more of her priests would lose their cocks. Now safely covered with the robe, Gizora flicked her hair back and gave Charlie a pat on the back.

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“Anyone else ever tried to touch my boob, I would have ripped their balls up through their throats and made them eat them.”

“Walk with me.” Gizora started to head off down the stairs and headed past the throngs of her faithful followers that were all on their knees in awe as she headed out to the opening of the cavern to see the planet that awaited her.

 

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– Charlie was confused as to what Venus was , but since Gizora is Anti-God and a living encyclopedia on knowledge existent and knowledge of the world and concepts before this one ; she would know what she was talking about . He would look with curiosity at her while she equipped herself with the robe he worn and by a result it had grown warm from his body heat . Charlie was quite happy to see it had fit on her . When she had uttered out that if it was anyone else that had done what he did ; she would’ve made them eat their own reproductive organs , the young male would gulp and stand silently as she would conclude her message to him by ordering him to follow her. Charlie stayed silent as she began to walk and he would salute to her enthusiastically with a facial expression that appeared to have been a forced seriousness but he would then burst out saying –

” Lord Gizora is soooooooooooo coool ! ”

– Charlie would run over to Gizora’s side to follow along her as she began to walk away from the center of the cavern. The young male wondered how she would react once she reached the outside and re-entered society. He wondered what she was thinking as she walked and hope she would like what she had saw ; a growing community under her command and it was not something that just happened overnight. Charlie adjusted his speed to accommodate his Lord when he had gotten used to her pacing before he would attempt making a decent conversation with her in an attempt to shed more light on anything she wanted to possibly know-

” I think it is still mid-day , been holed up in the cavern for quite awhile but I don’t think we’ve been in there for too long. If I can offer any of my knowledge to you please let me know . I’m sure your awakening has made some of your powers still numb and unusable at this early a stage so let us help you out as much as we can before and after. ”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Dark Moon of Terakus

Charlie’s enthusiastic salute and added cheer of how he thought Gizora was cool brought about a huge grin from the swaggering she devil. With the crimson robe draped over her form, it allowed her some modesty – not that he really cared. But if it stopped the damn priests from ogling at his new form then it was a good shield of sorts. Once the Destructor was taken to his new abode and estate he was sure to find clothing to suit his stunning curvaceous figure. Walking with a pronounced strut, the Destructor finally came out into the light of the day. The three suns had now moved out from each other and the blazing heat was a welcome to christen the Destructor’s face. He tipped his head back and let out a huge gasp as though to take in the fresh air now that they were out of the stank of the temple. After all, the burnt carcasses and remains of the sacrifices was a bit on the nose – as well as the droppings from the zombified beasts of burden. They really dropped the most foul smelling turds imaginable.

“You’re a keeper. You shall be my right hand to help me with governing this planet. Yes, Charlie…I like you.” It was interesting that the Destructor was showing such a nice side, when he was known for being an absolute asshole. Maybe it was the female hormones that were now racing about his innards. God, help the poor lad when it was that time of the month. With Charlie racing to catch up to the Destructor’s bold strides, it was good to hear that he was a virtual one stop shop of information. Everything from the time of day, to offering his services in letting Grizora know anything that sated his interest while he was acclimatizing from being asleep for so long. From what Grizora could see those that had come before them had done well to promote procreation and of course the building of vast cities in Grizora’s name. The landscape below the mountain was like blood veins of technology, roads, infrastructure and of course cities that were parts of the beating heart to Terakus. Though the sky showed the dark clouds that were from industry, it also meant that there was great wealth, and many that had come with ideas on how to better the moon, in the race to combat that which exists upon Alterus.

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As they walked to an awaiting vehicle that was sleek, black in colour and had a driver with the door open in readiness, the Destructor asked.

“Tell me more about the world of my nemesis, hmm? You mentioned that there were strange forces being detected. I want to know everything, so we can be prepared.” With a dark and sinister chuckled. “I dare say….they’ve missed me.”

He was probably right about that.

~RB~

 

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” I am HONORED ! ”

– Charlie bowed his head 5 times extremely enthusiastically while smiling like an idiot when he had heard Lord Gizora had taken a liking to him. He was actually quite happy to see the position he was put in , and with that he for once took a serious action and placed his hand over his heart and bowed with great respect for his God. He allowed his silence to continue while Gizora had stared out onto the atmosphere and its surroundings , this was the land of the Destroyer and she has been brought back in the flesh and is ready to rule . Charlie would do his best to be the most ideal advisor for her as well. She may be omnipotent but even she had the right to make others do her bidding and he was excited for this chance. When Lord Gizora finally inquired about the land opposite to Terakus while a vehicle had pulled up and was ready for entry Charlie would follow her quietly upon her command inside if and once told to do so while giving her the answer to her question. –

” The Creator and the only person ever able to be as close as possible to the concept of My Lord’s Equal has been held up in that white Sphere Celestia for ages since you’ve battled him , or that was what I was told. He has been preparing for your return , as all of a sudden strange buildings have begun to accumulate around Alterus and has shown to be giving off large amounts of magical and divine power. The scholars has deciphered them to be The Observer’s Dungeons ; created with a surplus of magical will from only those with a high magical affinity and a mentality able to comprehend it’s natural inner workings and recreate it once more but in physical form. It is essentially like building a home , with complex traps , passages , monsters and a Boss type enemy at the end. However it is worth it, as it’s said to hold a Divine Treasure at the end of the place. I believe that the Observer personally has done and made these places himself , but we can never be sure. We were also guessing that this may be their way of training possible soldiers and having anti-Terakus weapons in order to defeat us. Without your presence we are unable to do a thing about this. We’ve sent a Elite team of Terakians down to Alterus not long ago , and they’ve been ready to make a move for quite some time. But they are known to be quite slow with their methods just to ensure success. I believe Master Gizora should have the same potential to create these so called Dungeons and a following Anti-Alterus Item just like they are doing on Alterus. That is my report your Destructiveness , I hope it is satisfactory ~ ”