[ Malchior IV: ]
Videlle: *Skin has flushed crimson, and her eyes have rolled back in her head*
*Her aura shatters a large portion of the ground as she bullrushes Blackout for a finishing blow*
*However, scarlet lightning arcs from out of nowhere, and begins to shock her cruelly*
Videlle: *Gives a scream of pain and rage, but refuses to fall*
Serrator: Well, my girl, you can die on the ground, or you can die on your feet.
Videlle:
I'm...Sorry...Is this...The best...You can do...!?Serrator: Hmmph. *Releases a sudden blast of heightened power*
Videlle: *Goes spinning through the air, and lands with a dull
thud*
Serrator: I'm sorry, Lord Blackout. That impudent wretch reminded me uncannily of a Juraian woman. *Chuckles mirthlessly* And anything that
resembles the Juraians is better off dead. Do you require any assistance?
*He snorts derisively, as Videlle limply tries to rise*
Serrator: That is just
cute. She's knocked out cold, but she's still driven to kill me.
*He hurls a loose mass of dark energy, knocking Videlle over again*
Serrator: Hah! I could do this all day!
~ ~ ~
[ Conquistadores Guildhouse: ]
*Within, plates of pork chops, green beans, and mashed potatoes have been set out*
Mirajane: *Strolls out* Mr. Rainn, would you like something to drink? The Guildmaster keeps reserves of root beer for those who don't like alcohol! We also have apple pie, if you want dessert.
Asabana: *Hovers idly by, watching the two with a slight smile*
Erica: *Is passed out in a cushioned alcove*
~ ~ ~
[ Datrio, Sector Three Labs Surface: ]
*From nearby, Rider approaches - wound mended by Pitou*
*She's followed by Pitou himself, and an unusually subdued Noodle*
Rider: Only if it is kept protected, by either Master-Class Priests, or Exorcists who possess the title of Demon Slayer. Two or three such Exorcists should be en route from the Black Order, given that two Disciples of Noah were active here. The Cauldron can never be restored, once the magic is depleted - however, if it is sealed, and protected by those who are experts in the combat of demons, fiends, and other entities of evil, then it will not be a danger.
Prudence: Also, Etna is bringing a contingent of her vassals here. She's a demon, but she
haaates the Family of Noah. Plus, I had Zev send a huge bunch of snacks here through a boom tube.
Vi: *Splutters, her eyes bulging in fury* YOU LITTLE
CAD!! YOU HAD CONTACT WITH RAREGROOVE AND DIDN'T TELL US!!?
Prudence: ... *Opens and closes mouth dumbly, a few times* ... *Raises one finger* I think - *Shoves Makoto down to block her path and takes off running*
Makoto: Get 'er, Vi!! *Uses her tail to help springboard her captain's pursuit* Take no prisoners!!
Pitou: Thank you, I had almost forgotten that I keep the company of lunatics.
Makoto: Are you trying to say that
you aren't a lunatic?
Pitou:
Why do you think that I continue to keep your company?
Makoto: Touche! *Looks up at Anzu* I'm Vi's First Mate. Is there any way I can help with procedures here?
Noodle: *Whispers up to Rider in fast-paced Engrish*
Rider: *Nods, capturing every word. Somehow*
~ ~ ~
[ Desolate Planet: ]
*The blast explodes into the back of Ti'ika's throat*
*She skids to a stop, roaring, as she spits out foam, blood, and flames*
Ti'ika: *Cough* *Cough* You
dead!! *Cough cough hack*
Ravat: *Suddenly leaps from the ground, directly behind Cain* Damn straight he is.
*Rust-red halo and its purple outline fully coming to life, Ravat focuses his Power of decay forward*
Ravat: *Grins, pupils barely more than tiny slits*
Shahahahahaaah!!~ ~ ~
[ Groularougarn's Planet: ]
Olarcha: Let me think. *Opens the Grimoire*
*A huge mass of tentacles emerges, as Olarcha's bodyguard remains prepared to escape with her*
*The tentacles are followed by a gigantic maw, ringed by spiny feelers and eyestalks*
*Meanwhile, the previous beast falters, though regenerating*
*This is when fire breath hits it from all directions, from members of Groularougarn's flight*
*Its regeneration is finally exhausted, as two charred tentacles plummet*
*As the remains fully disappear, the flight prepare to back up Malygos*
Latta: *Blows her horn once more, with a sound that can be heard across the planet*
*From desert wastelands respond blue dragons; from swamps and mires respond black dragons*
*From arctic regions respond white dragons; from dense jungles respond green dragons*
*Even a few brass and silver dragons emerge to meet the call*
*The result is a planet shaken to its core by the roars of dragons, responding to their adoptive father's old grudge, and the call to arms sent out by his daughter, their sister*
*All of this primal, mighty fury is devoted to the destruction of one traitorous witch*
Olarcha: This entire affair has gotten out of hand. *Siiigh*
~ ~ ~
[ Dead Planet of Pyramids: ]
*At the ships, Luppu and her troops have all prepared to set off*
Mia: *To Laros* You don't mind if I ride with you, do you?
*She admires his ship's appearance*
~ ~ ~
[ ??? ??? ???: ]
*The setting is a cold, misty town, dotted by clocktowers*
*In one park, a couple of police officers with mechanical prosthetics - one an arm, both missing their original eyes - come across a vagabond*
*He has wild, unkempt red hair, a dusting of freckles, and forest green eyes*
*However, the striped black and green scarf wrapped around his head is askew, revealing some kind of enflamed, swelling knot*
*Grunting, gnawing his tongue for the pain, his fingers are bloody and dirty from clawing the ground in agony*
Officer 1: Sir, please, stay calm. You're not far from the hospital.
Officer 2: We need to help you; can you identify your condition while we patch through a signal to the hospital?
???: Aaaauuuggghhh...I...I...I...
Officer 2:
Dammitall. It's not a disturbance month! How is our radio being jammed?
Officer 1: Sir,
please, tell us your condition, or the doctors won't know how to treat you!
???: I...I...Can...T..ll...You... *Stares at the officer, eyes staring in opposite direction*
I...SEE, EVERYTHING!! I CAN SEE THE END OF IT AAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!! *Screams, clutching at his skull*
*His growth suddenly gains a silver sheen, and begins to reform*
*It turns into some kind of eye, gleaming in the moonlight*
*As both officers stare in horror, their vision goes red in their last moments*
*The bloody, headless bodies slump, as the vagabond rises - the eye now covering his entire brow, his skin now charcoal gray, his eyes golden*
*From out of the mist, a dozen other individuals surround him*
*However, he does not seem afraid - it is more akin to a child finding his family, after being lost*
*Forward steps a demonic character, a caricature of a portly English gentleman*
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??? 2: *Speaks in a deep, churring, but distorted voice* My dear boy, do you remember me, now?
??? 1: You are...The Millenium Earl...And I...I'm...
Millenium Earl: Go on, say it! <3
???: Wisely... *Grins, looking down upon the gore nearby* What a bloody mess!
Millenium Earl: *Chortles merrily* I do believe we'll get along well!
Wisely: I get the very same feeling.
*The mist surges, blanketing the city*
*Then, the screams start*