It had been some time since Gen had just looked at such a marvelous sight, he remembered how the landscape looked before bending the people and land that was once was into what would quickly become Teneasbraque, how souls quickly have into his power and his thoughts. He reveled the feeling of such young exuberance, now he knew the world would be a tad bit more troublesome.
That many of it's heroes had all but expunged such evil from the world, that what was left had to work slowly and was almost non-existent. He knew of one known as Yazhun, his Ichor having scanned the world from the very shadows giving Gen a bit more to go off, that this place in particular had the single most tense population. It's people just barely on the edge of madness. It was not uncommon to simply step over the dead or dying in the streets.
Not that they did not care, but now they couldn't care. Long over worked and underpaid, Gen could feel the hate from everyone could feel the darkness on every single soul. His new abilities gave him a more profound ability to sense those around. Now with his armies ready he will unleash hell and turn this entire landscape into his new playground. No longer will the In-between be where he and his armies sit and wait, he yearned for flesh and so did his kin.
As he said watching the shadows before him come to life his newest appeared beside him adorned with garments of war, Gen had forgotten who he was before and cared little he only called him "Ich, have they spawned enough to control at least half of the population below?" Ich nodded without a word and knelt as four more appeared through a rift that cracked open behind the two.
They were his Riders, each adorned in armor that his what was beneath. They four could destroy the area in an instant yet that's not what Gen needed, he needed it's land to still stand not become a crater. So they did as they were told, only to show their true selves if there need truly arose. The suits reducing their size and tee forms the only greatly reduced on size was Gon whose monstrous form was hidden but his great axe never changed still larger than life.
A flick of his wrist and Gen sent his four Riders, they collided with the Earth like meteors and he groaned looking to Ich "Please make sure the damned things do not destroy everything. We will need bodies.. If they don't fall in... Kill them." with only a few strung together words he had told anyone listening that the frail Ich was in fact one of the strongest among his creatures.
As he watched as it began he couldn't help but smile wide..soon e world will know Gen the Father of Darkness had returned
This is an open Event between Darkchild and the Justice league Alliance, but all are welcomed.
Come to defend the poor humans and the league, or help Gen wreck the town and turn it into his new darkness lad landscape.
Darklings are fairly easy to squash but they're terrifying in numbers. The Ichorborn are a completely different animal.
The Riders are not immortal or even incredibly powerful compared to Gen himself. They will be controlled by myself as Gen won't be in the fight right from the beginning.
OP too come soon, want to see who all wants involved.
In the end enjoy.
Great to be back