"My, my....this "Nordok" can conjure quite the force. To subvert a being's will through sheer force. No consent, no coercion. What I would give for such abilities."
Idly he walked about, the teleportation spell prepared as Vitus and his Deathborn gathered all around Lord and Emperor of the Planet Elysium, Asmodeus. Towering over most at approximately six foot six, but with a more lean build to others, he looked about the loyal war machines. Wholly mechanical, but with a human soul at it's core. Efficient, yet, intuitive.
"These humans, there is a quote my followers tell me, those who follow human culture. It goes that "Computers are incredibly fast, accurate and stupid. Humans are incredibly slow, inaccurate and brilliant. Together, they are powerful beyond imagination." I wonder how true that holds."
Asmodeus held little doubt of them, as they were far more impressive then most human soldiers. Assuredly, they would be superior to most
Seemingly, a faction had come from nowhere. Seemingly, their mastery of war had garnered minor whispers among the cosmos. This earth who fought off the Talmut, if one could consider it that. While they hardly fended off the fleet, they'd managed to destroy a small fraction of it, including a worldbreaker. Tales "midgard" echoed through the halls of Valhalla itself even, of mortal men who fought gods and monsters at every corner of the world. Earthly beings who spoke of their defending against the purge of their paradise at the hands of what was one of the deadliest beings in the cosmos.
And yet, it is a planet consumed in such strife. Such internal affair. Such conflict. The people, they do not feel safe in their homes. This planet is more ripe for the taking then it ever was thousands of years ago. Who are they to turn to? This "Maverick"? Their "Heroes"? I think not. Let us show them how many can be saved.
Salvation shall yet come to humanity, and it may yet come through Asmodeus.
A wicked smile crawled among his face. Radiant skin adorned in glowing, as it all came to change. His gold became dull and his body clad in brown robes, armored apparel taking up his chest. His skin decrepid and drained, did nothing to wane his smile, as a mask came over his now unrecognizable face. Lean muscle waned and became anorexic in appearance to the point that he may as well have been skin and bones.
The Harbinger had come, and he stood idly with his followers acquired from the city of Jakarta in tandem with an already loyal sect of followers he had in isolated portions of the world. He and they were ready to teach the world the perils of mortality. His ally, Nordok held great power that today the Harbinger sought to use to bypass this "Maverick's" defense through simply devising a portal through which the legions may simply waltz into their city.
The portals spawned and a sprawling city awaited on the other side.
The sky was bright, and the daylight was broad. Souls stirred amidst gunfire and clashing below as Maverick was famously quick for their responses. Deathborne of Nordok proved to be quite effective due the nature of their weaponry in that instead of using bullets, particle beams or plasma, it uses an energy designed to sap away the life force of their foes, enabling it to seemingly bypass powered armor completely. Maverick however, fought back with the brute force as to what it was so acclaimed. Some have taken to describing them as "a horde of rhinos."
The Voidgazer stood atop a high structure, his staff raised to the sky as he channeled his immense pools of psionic energy into the environment. No spells or incantation was required, as the skies began to darken. Thunder echoing about the landscape, a storm gathering as he manipulated the electrons of the air itself, moving them about their orbitals to cause the air to freeze. His kinesis so refined and augmented by his followers presence and simply their belief in the man, their faith, empowered him with such energies as to shift mountains.
After only an hour, the clouds swallowed the sunlight, enabling nothing to shine through. It began to drizzle. Most assuredly, it would test the endurance of the soldiers, who were but what? Mortal men. And who else would it test? The people. They become cold as the would run and hide wherever they could find sanctuary, soldiers scrambling to move the civilians they so sought to protect from the gunfire, facing an enemy who had so appeared spontaneously. They did not rely on the influx of money or the careful pooling of resources through means easily traced. They relied on forces from beyond the stars and people who supplied unquantifiable energies that drew upon abstract concepts as opposed to actual energy. And the pools only grew with each follower the Harbinger could sway to his side.
The voidgazer did not think himself above combat of the enemies "lesser" forces and of their armies. Indeed, they were putting a fight.
It is time we changed that.
With that, he leaped from the skyscraper high into the air before flying down towards the street diving headfirst as a smile crawled onto nigh decrepit lips. The impact ruptured the ground, causing the streets themselves to ripple and fissure as he channeled his psionic energy to rock the ground below. A flick of the wrist and a tank isn't shoved, the vehicle is tossed meters away. The raising of his hand, and several soldiers, along with armored vehicles, are levitated into the air by the voidgazers will alone as he then crushes bones, breaks necks. Men in powered armor are sent away through entire buildings at a time, and the turrets of most weapons cannot even turn to fire in his direction
The flash of a gunshot appears in his eyes, a hypersonic trail giving way to the shooter. Blood is drawn upon his shoulder, and he sees fit to take a moment to take it, running his finger along the wound before it immediately heals, and taste it.
Asmodeus blinks immediately to the location of the sniper. He sees nothing of the shooter, only where he was, and so, his solution was to take the skyscraper and rip it apart with his mind, the 33,000 ton lifted into the air and then rended into pieces as debris orbits him like planets orbiting the sun. He sees one lone man descending among the fallen debris. Immediately, the man feels an unseeable force take him, before he is brought forth, face to mask with the Harbinger itself.
"You dare draw my blood, mortal....?" He smiles, taking the man's gun as he attempts to fire, and launching it into the stratospere "You've grown to be quite a tenacious species. However. Tenacity merely prologues the inevitable."
Nemaz's bones, tougher then concrete. Joints stronger than any steel. And yet, it did little inhibit Asmodeus's vast telekinetic power as he levitated the man in front of him, and then, tore him horizontally in two. Separating lower torso from the upper torso as he allowed it to drop ceremoniously to the ground. The Ugandan, as he heaved blood onto his mask, smiling masochistically at unfathomable pain and discomfort, internals dropping in plain air, exposed to the outside world. His arms fall limp, and he no longer attempts to resist. Ceremoniously, he drops him towards the ground.
"Now that is dealt with." He reaches towards the ground, pulling the water from the sewers, taking concrete in the form of large stones and swirling dust. A vortex surrounds him, propelled at such speeds and of such thickness measurable in feet that this barrier of matter deflected nigh any projectile that came his way. Hypersonic railgun fire disinigrating upon impact, any matter present able to shield the man, as he moved on, tearing through most whatever structure sought to impede him in his search for Maverick's main building.
As time goes on, the event is at the time, the front of the news as forces and factions mobilize to aid this threat. Darkness shrouds the sky and as Maverick gathers themselves, the darkness allows Asmodeus and his followers to indoctrinate more of the desperate. Tempt them into power, into joining them in their bout of destruction. Eagerly, many a normal human are tempted into safety and power, to be left alone by the Deathborne as some move to start a new life. Assuredly, other factions and individuals of power great and small sought to involve themselves. Whether against, or perhaps, for the now, Dark Harbinger. To which, he replied when asked of them.
"Let them come."