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The end of times were to be marked with trumpets, angels and demons; good vs bad in a climactic battle to the end. However this was not judgment day, nor was it a day of salvation; the gods of ole clash visibly in the heavens against the gods of new.

Innocent people in the street could see the champions…heroes from whence they once prayed battling each other to the death. These were the protectors, this opened their eyes to just how powerless they were in the universe. This was why people who advocated human dominance, succeeded; because of people like the gods. People like Charlemagne and Clara Mass, and Anthony Stark succeeded, because of the situation.

She couldn’t tell which was more nerve-racking, getting a third shower upon request; or the fact that everything around her precipitously grew quiet. Without her psionic affinity, she couldn’t get in touch with Grand Cardinal Isle, she had no way of knowing what was transpiring in the heavens. Killing the water, she toss her hair to the side to drain the access water from her locks. What she expected to see was; two guards overanalyzing her body, however what she found was her goddess battle armor, and medusa’s head (Her sword).

“What tis this…” she whispered; keeping her forearm braced against her towel, ready to fight if she need to. She took her time fitting her gear to her body, before walking out into the “quad”. Everything was dark; it was hard to make out a structure; she could hear several shuffling feet, which meant she was not alone.

“Welcome…Cardinal Goddess…” an ominous voice resound through the opaque room. Z brought her sword and shield close to her chest, she knew this facility was funny. The food she consumed kept her sluggish, the air she breathed was more than just 02; even the exhaust from the shower.

Staggering in her stance, she could just barely make out the faces of her “Executioners, letting loose a subtle cough.

“I get it, you all are trying to make a name for yourselves…well here’s the spotlight” she said, taking an offensive stance.

Grand Cardinal Isle

Everything around them remained deadly quiet; the faint sound of heartbeats anticipating the command of war. Lightning struck between the lines and, almost on cue the Cardinals and Hindu’s begin to clash.

The first shot came from the Cardinals, too eager to avenge their homes and princess; the skies over Solace City were littered with an ornate cerise hue. The Cardinals launch a heavenly assault at the invading Hindu’s while their earthly counterparts did the same. The voices of the victims shriek across the olive drab sky; red lightening followed by, the howl of thunder lit up streets across the globe.

“ARGH!” the wages of war could be heard on all aspects of the spiritual spectrum; the continued fighting in Jerusalem saw Muslims, Christians and, Jews; fight for supremacy. Hindu and Cardinal Supporters clash in Solace City. Norse and Egyptian gods battled around the mediterrian. Thanks to Alexis they now had the capability of stopping the battles from happening on Earth. This wouldn’t however stop those who belong there from being indoctrinated. The cataclysmic site of the immortals fighting to the death in the sky was a spectacle.

From the battle gigantic streams of energy volley down toward the earth, signifying the choosing of champions.

“We are too late” Sabella warned, peering out past the clouds watching as her constituents battled with the Hindu’s. “The old gods have already begun to choose their champions” She said, removing her sword from its sheath.

“Alexis my dear, adverting war is foolish…let the gods fight; the winners shall earn entry into a new council” the unfortunate conditions could breed something spectacular. “Hmmm the greeks have summoned a Cyclops in Athens; and the Egyptians have summoned a Sphinx in New York” Sabella warned turning toward Alexis and, the Asgardian representative. “I do believe we should find out who brought the stone to Earth, but in the mean time we must deal with the civilians." She said, launching herself down toward Earth to battle with the Sphinx.

Ziccarra's voice

Gods were created by people, as a way to explain everyday occurrences; to help them understand the world around them. What happens when a god becomes like the human they were created to serve? they become corrupt, and therefore should not exist. To end what we consider to be gods, we must forget they exist.

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The time to strike is now, thought Mr. XYZ. He was sitting in an unknown location watching the events of the world from multiple monitors. He began to laugh a little at what his plan would cause. It was a nasty plan. A vile plan. A plan that spoke of locusts, famine, and the black death! XYZ grabbed his communicator and began to speak into it.

"Now my Society we strike! Today we let the world know of our existence! We strike fear into the hearts of man; to remind them why they are afraid of the shadows! Today you will defeat a god my children. Not The Creator of course, but one of those pretenders. Yes, you probably know of them. One in particular you might have faced. Ziccarra is her name; a name you might know well. She is weakened my Society and she will make a......perfect example".

The mad being turned off his communicator and laughed. Everything is going according to plan, he thought. He sent a telepathic message towards his victim

“Welcome…Cardinal Goddess…”

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Sabella rocketed down towards New York, towards the Sphinx. The Troll-Breaker was caught in the middle of a war between old gods and new, and whether or not she liked the situation was irrelevant. She could not help herself from craving battle, and she would not abandon those who needed her aid. She took her mighty Jarlhammer in hand before launching her own self downwards towards Athens, towards the Cyclops. Brynhyldr was no stranger to wagging war with giants, as far as she was concerned that is all this Cyclops was. A giant with only one eye instead of where two ought to be, and by what she knew of them they were created by The Greek Sea God Poseidon.

She had no love for giants and she had no love for Sea gods either, her own god of the sea was Aegir and he was a lavished pompous old windbag if she had ever knew one. Ultimately however she chose to act quickly because there was no time to waste, the longer she hesitated the more innocent people would suffer from it. The war goddess already had her sights set on her foe, and as she watched the lumbering brute throw his weight around she was methodically dissecting him with hypothetical critical strikes, that she had yet to toss at him.

A bellowing roar erupted from the Asgardian as she descended down from the Heavens towards her foe, a deceleration of war of her very own in the form of a blood curdling war cry.

"RRRAAAAHHHHH!!!"

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@brynhyld:

Web Flotsam looked over the world, smiling coldly. Gods were dying. He was the greatest god, not made by man or constrained by the limits of their imagination. They were born to fulfil the desires of man, but only he was truly useful to anybody. Today was a good day. In an instant, he rocketed to 50%. At this level, he was half the speed of light and capable of demolishing the earth thousands of times over with a single blow. Far too much for the god below if he chose to kill her. But why would he?

His body was of equal parts flame and steel, and he tapped bladed claws against a blazing chest as he thought about it. Why indeed? His mouth opened in a gaping maw of deadly energy. Put simply, he had beef with Asgard. In fact, most of the major pantheons had suppressed his goals and desires before. They risked the state of the universe- his universe- and stopped him from amassing power so very frequently. That was why this daughter of Odin must die. To tell the gods that he was no longer one of them. He raised his hand, gathering a storm of fire and lightning around his palm. Closing his hand except for one finger, he concentrated the blast into a thin beam. The first god in a very long time was about to die.

Far below, a creature who's fiery grin was permanent on his metal face watched. It was good.

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DEEP WITHIN THE WOODS OF A REMOTE PART OF ROMANIA....

A cap sight was demolished. blood flowed all over the ground, staining the grass crimson in the moonlight. In the trees hung bodies of both male and female campers. 7 to be exact. 4 males and 3 females. They were hanged by barbwire from the branches, dripping blood into the pool of blood under there bodies flowing down a tiny hill in an ever flowing vein like design....almost ink like. A closer look at the corpses would show that there hands had been removed by a blade. In the middle of the bodies lay the body of a female in a wedding dress, now stained crimson. The elf-human hybreed known as sakon knelled over her, eating her neck out. ripping and splattering blood was the only noise in this massive corpse yard. Then he heard the voice of XYZ. He wanted to strike somewhere...He would join up after he finished his dinner. Then his leader talked of killing a fake god...as the name Ziccarra lafaidor went trough his mind he raised his head. long black hair covered his face, blood was visible on his lower face and his teeth were stained crimson. "Ziccarra...." he thought to himself. "He knew the name...but only barley. His vision began swimming like waves in an ocean. He wanted this woman's flesh...it sounded delightful to eat... He stood up, his tight black pants and black shoes had 2 chains on each leg, making an X across the front, hugging his thighs. He was shirtless currently....scars adorn his 6 pack and pectoral muscles. He was tall and thin, about 6ft 1. He walked slowly away from the corpse. The hands of his victims had been nailed onto surrounding trees, and bones burned to hold candles which lit the areas in a ghostly glow. He walked to the edge of the woods and onto a beach where after laughing a little to himself from excitement of killing he used his magic to hopefully mentally contact XYZ. "Where do you need me to go..."

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Grand Cardinal Isle

The reticent ambiance settled with an eerie austerity, though the atmospheric temperance was brief, broken by the sky-shattering roar of a fulminant thunderclap. An unrelenting bolt of rubicund lightning tearing the sky asunder, clouds giving way to it's luminous vehemence as the War of Gods commenced. Disappointment had succinctly washed over him, a hushed sigh of exasperation escaping him as pacific blue eyes took in the sight of ensued war, clashes of the divine occurring in the skies above. And The Champion watched with despair. He had hoped to prevent the war, he was no warrior, and though his might debated otherwise, he had always shunned violence. Though the words Ziccarra, his beloved, reverberated in his mind, 'You are the hero they need to see'.

"No", responding to Sabella's civilly issued suggestion, the Old Gods would not do battle with each other, "They'll fight me", and following the earnest declaration, the Herald of Hope meteorically thrust into the air, accelerating towards the sky, cape fluttering frantically behind him as he blitzed past all that stood before him. Whereas Sabella sought ought the Sphinx running rampant in New York, the Troll-Breaker confronted the Cyclops in Athens, an affluent hub of Greek culture. Alexis? He sought the Norse Gods, the Egyptian Deities. Festooning his features with the allegorical Mask of Cortez, a wave of psionic energies washed over his consciousness, imbuing him with illusionary talents impossible prior to the adornment of the mask, with a telepathic fortitude previously unseen in the New God's mental faculties.

Advancing, soaring higher into the sky, the gelid touch of the upper atmosphere's winds fervently kissed his herculean frame as he ascended above the hoary clouds. His destination? The Mediterranean. Transfixing his evolutionarily otherworldly senses on the electromagnetic signatures of the Norse and Egyptian pantheons colliding in the skies above the Mediterranean Sea, The Champion blasted off, the resounding crack of a gargantuan sonic boom's thunder carving a gaping scar in the blue sky as Alexis sped. His pace blistering, his resolve untouched. A scintillating tail of incandescent plasma whipping behind him, extending from the compressed, superheated air all about him.

The Mediterranean Sea

The fulminant shouts of rapidly expanding superheated air heralding Alexis' impending arrival. And as the clouds parted, giving way to his descent, he came. With the sharp, loud crack of thunder, a Champion had come. Parting his arms, hands pulsing with gross electromagnetic energy, the Altruistic Alpha ebulliently brought them together in a monstrous thunderclap. Palm smacking against palm as a swallowing, outward flailing burst of searing electromagnetic radiation sought to violently consume the gods battling for supremacy above the sea. Though of intimidating enormity and unrelenting intensity, Alexis' attack served only briefly deter them. Even he could not engage them all on his own.

And so, atop his palm materialized the tamely humming, luminous azure stone awarded to him by Victor Grey. And as told by the valorous Asgardian, Alexis crushed the artifact, his hand firmly closing, the stone's rough, pale dust falling towards the sea below as the artifact called for @victorgrey's aid.

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Jarlhammer glows brightly with a brilliant blue energy. As the Troll-Breaker twirls the massive weapon from one mighty hand to the next, with masterful skill. The large weapon looks almost comical in the Asgardians grasp, appearing to be weightless as the trunk of a flexible spring sapling.

Athens is just ahead of her now and the lumbering optically challenged Titan, of Ancient Greek origins is now within arms reach. As Brynhyldr comes to an utter stop, a sonic wave erupts around her as the forces of nature feel the effects of severe physics coming into play. The Cyclops notices the sonic boom as it turns its gargantuan head towards the Asgardian. "Yield your rampage Monster! Your fight is with me!" Her eyes blaze with legendary rage, and her mouth froths with barbaric fury.

In the next few fleeting moments of heightened splendor that enters a warriors senses before waging bloody battle, a warrior haze some refer to this phenomenon floods the Troll-Breakers senses. Time seems to stop. Her mind lingers back to thoughts of the god and goddess she had encountered mere moments prior.

First Sabella the elder mother goddess of Alexis goddess lover Zaccarra. Such a tragic beauty was Sabella in the Troll-Breakers eyes. A wrathful mother, protective of her child. One of the most dangerous and beautiful forces in the entire universe. And then there was Alexis himself. Handsome and strong. A very desirable god indeed. And the tenderness he demonstrated towards Zaccarra and the protectiveness he demonstrated towards all resonated with Brynhyldr. She herself was a protector of all of Yggdrasil and understood defending those in most need of it perfectly. She would fight off hell itself in the name of love, and she would sacrifice herself if need be in order to protect Alexis and Zarcarra's love.

She would not fight other gods and goddesses in direct combat, but she would slay their pets. This Monster that towered over her was a lap dog of the sea god Poseidon, and Brynhyldr would throw all she had at it in order to utterly destroy it and stop its devastation.

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@brynhyld: @web_flotsam: Gods were among the Earth using their thralls to fight the battles for them. With the world in chaos the planet was open for destruction along with any of those inhabiting it.

Gods and their children rose from the sea onto coasts around the Earth to conquer those around them, among them was one not practiced as a religion on this planet, but celebrated as one among other worlds and their beings. The Devourer stomped out of the sea only to immediately crack the spine of a Hydra. As The Final Predator crouched down to devour the Hydra a flock of God's Angels knocked Goliath to the ground, the response to this was a compressed supernova burning the angels to dust. Now lifting out of the crater that had destroyed all of the street below, he leaned over and took a bite out of each Hydra Head only to have more grow back. However with each head Goliath had eaten felt more power grow inside of him, it was indescribable but it felt like a calling to something undeniable, it felt like the power was on this planet somewhere and somehow.

This turn of events had completely changed The Devourer's ideals for this planet, destroying it from orbit would possibly destroy the power he felt. With his tail raised he sprinted farther kicking over buildings at every turn until he spotted something worth a fight, A one-eyed beast lumbering over and another being of some sort coming for the power, it could not have the power that this beast held, it was too much to simply let go. The Final Predator tilted his massive head towards the competitor coming for the beast, a devastating blast was fired from his mouth to wipe out both of the power sources.

He wanted the power for an unknown reason, maybe this power was what made him, for The Devourer had always pondered on what created his life force. But then again, maybe it was just a stone.

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#9  Edited By Brynhyld

The Goddess would not be denied her battle with her giant foe, not when her heart was set on it. She senses a series of beam attacks closing in on her position two separate energy based attacks. She twirls her Jarlhammer in an ever quickening circular motion as the blue energy forms a shield that absorbs the energy sources received filtering them and then fluxing them back towards their origins only in reverse.

Energy A is sent streaming to the source of energy B, and vice verse, in hopes that these two others would knock one another out with their impressive energy attacks. After the Troll-Breaker switches the streams with her orbital reflector, she turns to re face her giant foe. "I said this was between you and me!" She shouts to him, as she slams her Jarlhammer's head down upon the earthen floor bedded beneath the Monstrous brute, engulfing him in the divine energies of her Jarlhammer and pulling both the Cyclopes and herself into a pocket dimension. She hopes to perform a battle field removal of not only the Monster, but herself along with it. She plans on pulling both herself and the lumbering brute into the spirit world so that she can finish her fight without spectators. She also hopes that this sudden disappearing act would cause her two guests to wage bloody battle with one another out of frustration.

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The Stone had been broke. The time had come. The War of the Gods had already begun, this Victor already knew as flew towards his destination, the Mediterranean Sea where Alexis had called him. One hand on his hammer Odinsforge as he flew through the sky, and another on the handles of the 'Arena Gem,' a blue translucent relatively large artefact, which possessed the power to transport any combatants into a desolate and chosen arena, in which they can fight without causing harm to the human population, and the surrounding buildings. The user of the stone could create an arena of his own choosing, the mind of the user becoming the architect.

As he flew, he looked at the destruction under him, as buildings fell and crushed innocent human life underneath, he'd wished to stop all the suffering, but he was only the messenger for this artefact, which would be used by Alexis, The New God to prevent all the destruction from taking place on Earth, this was their common interest.

He simply wished to stay out of the war, and not to engage in it. Such destruction was needless, and he didn't share the Norse's hatred for the new gods. He believed all gods should co-exist in peace, his only interest was to protect the innocent who were dragged into this fight they hadn't chosen.

Mediterranean Sea

Manoeuvring around the gods which battled above the sea, Victor sought Alexis, and indeed he found him, trying to fight the gods with little success, the battle was too large for one god to stop on his own. Victor flew to Alexis, swinging his hammer in the air to stay airborne and hovering beside the god.

"Alexis, you summonedme" he raised his left arm to extend the Arena Gem to Alexis. "It works by will and imagination, just dream of the Arena you wish to fight in, and use your will to summon the combatants you wish into the battlefield. There is no limit on the battlefield you may create, it is of your own choosing, but you cannot control its environment while you are inside, and you cannot reconstruct the world without first expelling all combatants, including you" he explained how it works, and handed the device of immense magic to Alexis for him to take. "Please do not summon me inside however, I wish to stay out of the quarrel" he smiled, hoping his new ally would understand.

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Large, green scaled palms grabbed the neck of the cougar, holding its head into place away from his scaled skin as he quickly ended the life of the animal. The Thrill of the hunt. He thought to himself as he began to eat his newest prize. The communicator in his pocket buzzed. The Sodalitas of Evil, and this soon... he thought of when he'd joined the faction of villains, thinking of the big money and adventure it would bring him, but his first task bore no money yet, it was an adventure indeed. A woman named Ziccarra, he would have to hunt her down. He'd heard of Ziccarra on the news, when President Stark raised a warrant for the woman's arrest. Even though she might well be out of his league, he was bound to help the society.

He began running through the forest which he was in, trying to reach the edge and find civilisation outside. The bigger problem is finding Ziccarra, wherever she may be. But he suspected a simple peek at the news channels might give him that information. He raised the communicator to his mouth, and spoke in a powerful, and animal-like voice "Reptileo, responding... I will find Ziccarra..." he lowered the communicator and began running on all fours until he reached the outskirts of the forest, where he could now see civilisation. He raised his communicator once more, "Just point me in the right direction..."

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@web_flotsam: As The Child of The Universe shot off his beam it soon slammed into another beam. Creating an explosion that shook the entire base of the city, causing The Final Predator to suddenly turn his head to the power source above him, this one leaking it enough for him to see. Goliath quickly lifted into the air facing the man in front of him. Taking a deep breath in he reared his head towards and fired off a beam of Star Power towards the metal man to simply overwhelm him.

This man may pack a punch wih his beams but there was no way he would be able to survive a beam like this right? Of course not, Goliath belived that he was superior to this metal man in every way, size, strength, and power, how could he lose? But something did seem off, if he was so weak why would there be so much power? This completely made Goliath rethink the methods. Maybe firing that beam off wasn't a good idea...of maybe it would be the best move he made in this battle.

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...Nowhere important...

I sit among the hills and sky. The emerald green waves of grass, so soft and serene. The sky darkening by the hour, one by one stars begin to appear to greet me. I can hear the wind carrying the prayers of men and natural creatures, all of this in perfect balance. Most important is the aloneness that I feel. The very thing I used to loath now comforts me, and I cherish it. No one can judge me, I am not anyone's toy or joke. I can't say for sure of where I am, just that it is where I was called to be, where I am supposed to be.

But like a gypsy, I roam among the land of the earth lending my abilities to those who I am called to serve. To best describe what I am is to go into the annals of history and reach farther still. What I am is a child of darkness. The Ether, a cold and tortuous place, if you let it be. I've chosen, to know it by a different nature, one that harbors spirit.

In meditation I wander there. It speaks in belts and whispers, telling me things. It's always dark, a warping existence with. Rims on streaks weaving about. Beautiful. It tells me that I am chosen, this I already knew... It tells me that I am chosen, I am the idol that shall introduce them all to the crossroads of all spirits.

The sun awakens me from my prayer, the light breaking through the shroud of darkness. I feel the soft grass under me, smell the fresh air and behold a grand light. "The call" sends me to it, and I am thrust into something tragic.

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She didn’t need a link to Grand Cardinal Isle to know the War had begun, powerful concussive forces of energy echo through the cosmos, causing the Earth to oscillate in return.She couldn’t focus too much on what was happening on the outside, her mind remained engrossed with trying to escape.

In the brief moments of condensed visibility, Ziccarra made out the movement of a few skilled combatants; as well as the voice of a would-be instigator. A lucent wave of energy washed over the structure; revealing her attacker to be her own flesh and blood.

“Maya…” Ziccarra whispered, catching a glimpse of Maya’s fulgent hair; the demeanor of the young Liafador seemed to conflict with Ziccarra’s knowledge of her personality. Something was wrong, Maya was not her to liberate her; rather to exterminate.

Maya was the Cardinal Goddess of War, her involvement in this entire thing made sense, but Ziccarra failed to see why the young teen would attack a fellow Cardinal. The planning would also rule Maya out as well, she simply wasn’t intelligent enough to trick all the gods into a faith war.

As much as she wanted to, Ziccarra wanted to believe Catalina was behind it; at such a young age the Cardinal of Darkness had learned and observed from so many prolific minds. If she had to do it; then she’d strike her own daughter down. The temporary lapse in concentration saw Maya take an offensive campaign.

Lunging into the air, the silent Liafador assassin brought her weapon above her head for an embryonic strike toward Ziccarra’s shoulder. Even in her sluggish welfare; she managed to evade such a poor strike, but everything was not as it seemed.

Landing in a crouched position with her shield protecting everything from her jugular to her belly button, her eye’s quickly scanned for the platinum blonde with no luck. “How did she…” Ziccarra whispered, trying to put eyes on her niece.

From behind her a concussive force of telekinetic energy sent the Cardinal Goddess rolling across the floor. Face planting on the stone washed floors, the broken Malagan Queen struggled to her feet, mounting an offense against Maya would prove to be laborious.Her influx of both long range attacks; coupled with her knowledge of short range deceptive tactics would leave Ziccarra unbalanced.

“So. I take it you were the cause of this madness?” Ziccarra asked, subtly reaching for her conquistador bullwhip.

“No, I cannot take credit for this tia…” Maya replied, giving away her position in the dark.A boisterous crack resound through the prison; Ziccarra’s whip gash deep within the facial flesh of Maya, which in turn sent the teen jarring backward.

Pulling back one leg, the Malagan Goddess heave her shield toward the sternum, knocking Maya completely off her ass. Catching her shield mid-air; Z pushed forward repelling Maya’s telekinetic attacks with her shield. Extending her right arm just a bit; she put the Goddess of war to sleep with a powerful shield strike across the face.

“My sincerest apologies” She whispered. Z shifted her attention back to the voice from before. “Well…has your “society” run in fear?” She antagonized, looking for a way out.

New York

Sabella protect herself with a psy-shield just long enough for the flames of the sphinx to wash over her body. While she kept the Egyptian beast under control, her Cardinal guards worked crowd control; some sacrificing their lives to keep civilians a live.

“No damage is to be done to these structures” She whispered, flying high into the air; with the beast in tow. While she still maintained the advantage of maneuverability, fired a psy blast across her body hitting the beast square in its chest. It plunge into the Hudson Bay, temporarily out of the fight.

From this chaos, they’d institute order, but it would be hard to do with so many civilians entangled in the engagement. She fully trust Alexis to fulfill his end of the deal, as well as Bryn to hold up her end of the deal. Both were trust worthy, Alexis wouldn’t allow himself to fail; and with her massive size and combative nature; she was sure Bryn would be the last one fighting if it came down to it.

She could hear the beast resurfacing, at the same time she felt Ziccarra…in trouble.Her mind instantly begin to concern itself with her child; rather her own well-being. One strike sent her plunging from the heavens into the packed New York City Streets.

The indention of her body in the concrete drew a few Cardinals to her location; they offered aid, but were rather incinerated by her psionic manifestation built on pure anger. The Cardinal Goddess dawned a bloodlust that would satisfy hades himself.

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The Gods had come to an abrupt pause. The energetic spontaneity of the Herald of Hope's electromagnetic assault having brought forth a sense of alarm, immediacy to take notice of it's origin. And as the incandescent, azure stone was reduced to luminous dust, the pride of Asgard, Victor Grey had emerged, his disposition hesitant, his stance pacifistic. "I have", the New God confirmed, a quick nod of gestured assurance adjoining his verbal affirmation, "That device of yours, so with it I'll be able to transport everyone to a setting where we can all settle this then? Good", The Champion's voice dripping with earnest determination and firm resolve. Graciously securing the acroamatic Arena Gem in the hold of his left arm, Alexis smiled, sincerely expressing necessary gratitude, "Thank you Victor. This will help put an end to all of this".

"Don't worry my friend. I don't intend to drag you into this. I know I didn't want to involve myself in the war, but I have to. I wouldn't want someone to participate based on some forced obligation", he paused, "I'll be occupied fighting, can you do me a favor Victor? Please, make sure that the people around the world are alright. Limit the casualties. Please". Shifting his attention towards the sky-born Norse and Egyptian deities, the Altruistic Alpha met their venomously glares with a stare of valorous conviction. And as they burst into a frenzied charge towards him, he focused only on the Arena Gem, eyelids veiling his denim blue oculus as thoughts of artistic construction populated his mind. Myriads of designs upon designs of a hypothetical arena materializing, his bioelectrically accelerated neural processes rendering the entire conscious endeavor an occurrence occupying no more than a nanosecond.

And as searing blades of cosmic flames and maces crackling with frantic arcs of celestial lightning seemed only an inch from fracturing his bones and lacerating his flesh, the Old Gods and the sole New God had been transposed. To a ceaselessly extending alabaster landscape of a colorless visage. The Champion cared not for artistic aestheticism. There was only him, a bland encompassment of white, and the Old Gods. The Norse and Egyptian Pantheons. Here Alexis would not seek to solely best them in physical combat. He knew that even he on his own was nothing against the collective might of the Norse and Egyptian Pantheons. His hope was to survive and use his words to sway, to convince, and enlighten. And as they charged towards him, he reciprocated, intent on meeting force with even greater force. These were deities, entities of divine might. He need not restrain himself against them.

Accelerating, 181,522 miles per second, boundless strength accumulating within him as both fists were thrust forward, the power to plow through celestial bodies was released, colliding with the immaterially aggrandized shields and armors of his opponents. Fists cracking bone, bruising and swelling flesh, both The Champion and his adversaries sustaining damage as they battled, his words ringing loud as he spoke, "We call ourselves gods, but we're no better than the men and women who worship us. Like them we have our faults. Envy. Lust. Gluttony. Fear. Fear of what's different from you. It's why you wage this war", he paused, a bolt of lightning bombarding against him, blasting him across the architectonically bleak arena. "Your worshippers are suffering. Losing their homes, their children, their families and their lives because of this war. Stop this. Please", he begged, "Can't you hear them cry?!", his words fell on deaf ears. Only once they respect his valor and his resolve, his power and his heroism, will they listen. And The Champion would not fail.

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Tetuka, the flying knight of pringgadani. How long has it been after he walked the earth? aeons, yet he yearns for a new tale. Children murmur tales about men of steel, and women of clay but they tend to forget its progenitors. Enter a world high above the clouds where a masculine being tears asunder an army, removing from them their burden of wings. Beings of light, with appropriate speeds circulate among the flow of wind. He caught one of them with shear like fingers entering the skull, his digits enter the sockets comfortably as if he were to grab a small size bowling ball. The red rain fell down on the land of koalas Australia, the iron man one upped jacob by breaking an angel on his back. Uncle hanuman, how many men and women have developed might similar to his legacy? It has been a long time since other beings have populated this world. Now It seems that the world is calling out his name, the clouds have been relatively friendly and the volcanoes have been relatively fierce in this decade. Part demigod, part rakhsasa.

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Sun Wukong, the monkey king. Flying through the realms, wings of light had overtaken the foundations of beliefs laid down by the ancestors. Heathens, and youngins who dare sully the deities who bore them wisdom. Brandishing a torture implement as a symbol of worship, the trickster simply cannot let this be. Flaming swords cannot dent one who has run amok against the numerous armies of heaven, nor can can their hollow bones match the ferocity of he who hs mastered the 72 transformations. Yes, some of them had odder forms as of burning wheels and an aggregate of crimson wings, but at the end they made as little impact as raindrops to the top of a mountain. It was raining angels in England, as the ape laughed by Impaling an angel on the cudgel. He is a ray of power that binds the world between gods and mortals. Each strand of hair follicle that surged unsurpassed potency. He who rides the storm under his feet.

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The spirit world is vast and has many corridors, so many that it is easy to get lost there. Unless one has traveled it many times and knows the paths intimately as the Troll-Breaker does. If one does not know it as she, they may find themselves lost in its vastness forever.

She presses her advance pulling the cyclopes and herself past the Gauntlet and into a part of the spirit world known as, The Legendary Realm. The legends of the Aesir are so powerful that they have sprung into existence as living shadows. The Legendary Realm is a composite Mythic-Fantasy Realm that incorporates all legends of all Pantheons into one impossible world. Each Pantheon has a territory that corresponds roughly to its ancestral homeland on Midgard, and Brynhyldr can travel to this land to live the lives of her ancestors and thus gain the wisdom of the past.

It is in The Legendary Realm where the Troll-Breaker confronts the Cyclopes Monster, surrounded by legendary shadows of the most famous figures from Asgard, they surround Brynhyldr and her foe forming a circle around them. The battle stage has been set and the witnesses have been amassed, come sweet victory or bitter defeat much glory was to be had in this place.

"You made a mistake bringing me here puny one. I shall now break you before all of your ancestors, and bring shame to the house of Odin." The cyclopes finally breaks its silence.

"You know whom you face Monster?" The Troll-Breaker is surprised by this revelation.

"I know a great many things Brynhyldr, daughter of Odin. I have wisdom enough to defeat thee and I also have the wisdom that your Jarlhammer cannot harm me, try as you might." The creature sounds arrogant, there is a tone in his voice that mocks her.

"I shall put that boast to the test." she mutters as she takes a mighty swing with her Jarlhammer and buries the head of it deep into the gut of the cyclopes. The cyclopes body is like equal parts fat and equal parts rubber, the Jarlhammer's head sinks into its malleable hide causing no apparent damage. Then all at once the cyclopes releases his form as it recoils back and launches Brynhyldr and her Jarlhammer back in with a cataclysmic force. She is thrown fifty yards at least and then tumbles another thirty yards from the force.

The cyclopes chuckles amused with her efforts. "Now I see why you were born a female... You hit like a b*tch." He taunts her punishing her suffering further.

"What the heck are you made out of you fat bast*rd?" she asks not really expecting any answer, just feeling that insulting him back was the least she could do. "Well if at first you don't succeed," she says as she with a running start, leaps at the creature and with all the force she could muster brings the head of the hammer down upon the right leg of the cyclopes, just above the knee. She expects to hear bones breaking but her expectations are short lived as she feels the hammer be swallowed up by his body fat again like before. "By Odin! Is there any place your not fat!" She shouts angrily before being reflected a second time. This time she lets go of her hammer and rolls away from the force of the attack. She is indeed able to roll out of harms reach, but her Jarlhammer is thrown hundreds of yards away from her.

The cyclopes laughs harder then before. "You're dumber than I look." he says before punching the ground where she lay. Smashing his fist down upon the goddess, who puts her hands up and blocks a certain amount of the impact with her forearms. She is still brutally pummeled into the ground, left behind broken and bloody in a giant fist sized crater.

The cyclopes picks her up with its hand and squeezes her tightly, she screams out in pain. Brynhyldr's ancestors watch on as they hear her bones cracking beneath his vice like grip. She coughs up blood and glares at the giant eye of the cyclopes. He stares back and his mouth starts to water for the taste of her flesh. "I believe I have tenderized you enough now girl... I think I will now have you for my supper." He says boastfully before laughing the loudest she had heard of him yet.

His grip is loosened by the effects of the mighty laughter. Brynhyldr knows she must act, and she must act now. No matter how painful, no matter how much her body begs her not to she forces the will into her limbs. She leaps into the creatures open gullet. Her entire body all at once is lodged into the the gaping mouth of the cyclopes. She forces herself into his windpipe, blocking off his source to the precious air that he needed to for breathing. She uses herself as a means to choke him to death. It is not one of her proudest moments but the tactic is effective. Her body mass was twice the size of his windpipe and he could not cough her up no matter how hard he tried, and his fat stubby fingers could not reach her in order to extract her before fatigue set in and soon the cyclopes was on his knees with his hands at his throat, then in a few more fleeting disgusting moments the creatures life slipped away from him as he indeed chocked to death.

Once Brynhyldr was good and sure the Monster was no longer alive, she relaxed her body then slowly and painfully crawled out of the dead Titans mouth. She rolled over onto her back and she rested. Her ancestors cheered and sung songs of her victory against the horrible cyclopes. It was a good battle and he was a worthy foe, and it would take weeks to get the awful smell of his bile from him trying to puke her up off. At least her hair still smelled fresh, only her elbows down reeked of dead cyclopes. "Pig!" she utters finally before she herself lets out a chuckle which she somewhat regrets from the pain it causes her.

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Serrure could feel a great disturbance threw the knowledge Rune "a War is coming, A war that will shame all wars, and could quite possibly change the Universe. I see God fighting God, I see countless dead and reality as we know it shattered. I see the end..." Serrure was in shock I must make sure the other Norse Gods are safe

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He used his locator stone to find the closest Norse God, the name Brynhyldr appeared. He saw everything that had happened to her, Every Monster and God that attacked her. He saw her fell the Giant Cyclops "my what a feat." He teleported to her location using his mastery if Sorcery

When he arrived he saw she was hurt "Brynhyldr, I am Serurre and we are in trouble... My gosh your hurt might I heal your wounds." Realizing that after what she has been through she might see him as an enemy so he created an illusion to take his place and turned invisible. the Illusion would say everything he needed to say and he would simply take illusions place once he was sure he was safe.

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Gods. Ridiculous figures crafted by mortals to maintain or sustain order. They aid in tyrannical dictatorships, they eliminate life, they inspire selfishness, infect those upon faith. Now they are weakened. Their days of tricking and taking advantage are over. I have always oppugned deities, now I unmask them, I unveil their 'mysterious' powers. How so? By making them bleed. The reflection reverberated inside the rubicund Sith Lord's skull, enough to disrupt the pinpoint meditation into an overwrought mind, but unfaltering stance. The tension of war pumped his hearth, yet, the body would not demonstrate it, not even by minor tremors throughout one's legs.

Dark Horizon floated narrowly beneath the Symmetry Synagogue's superior level, prompt to soar. Atrocity adjusted the hilt of the Devourer so it adhered to the quaint clothing Darth Vor'zhuul wore. Exposed torso, each obsidian mark glassing past flaws and failures prior to his desert. Ornamented by his perilous arsenal of an unorthodox, raw puissance, the devastating and ambiguous drug, designated utterly as Force. Tremendous power, amalgamated with his combat prowess and ceaseless acrimony. Exercising a petite and brief demonstration to assure he was rehearsed for the clash. Readily erecting a boulder from the snowy soil, he hurled it at stupefying distances within the blink of an eye. Proof was there, now only outcomes would affirm farther.

Communicating with his Master via the idiosyncratic ligament that consociated both teacher and apprentice, strengthened them, enlightened paths. The message was swift, merely broaching his intentions, solely requesting for furtherance and, perchance, a supernumerary saber by his side, preserving standardization and, therefore, thorough peacefulness, even though conquered by dreadful annihilation, an abhorrent atrocity. The ship's windows gazed the horizon as it came to a complete halt, hovering above the targeted location. As soon as the carmine and onyx blur tobogganed his way downwards, the vessel towered into the cerulean sky, its trail, an evanescence as it flew away at outstanding mileages.

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The plummet was faced with a perfunctory grin as Atrocity spear dove, glassing the magnificent drop of a cascade, hands clenching unflinchingly, encompassing the hilt of his sheathed baton-saber. The Sphinx was bloodcurdling, a commensurate kill to commence a bloodshed. The Sith thumped onto the asphalt unscathed, knees flexed and an unhallowed countenance, harmonizing with his atrocious demeanor. Both ruby blades ignited, the cacophony of peace, the concluding tone of an odyssey of dispersed doctrines and extraneous warfare. Violence to please 'superior' beings, spiteful. Yet, violence only justifies violence, so to relinquish it, the use of bestiality was imperative. And, patiently, Atrocity anticipated the clash whilst pivoting into a safeguarding posture.

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She was alone now in this place, she was alone and she was cold. Critically injured and alone, laying beside the rotting corpse of a dead Titan. She took a deep breath and started to rest herself there trying to gather revived strength. Her emerald green eyes were focused on her survival now that the fight was over, the Troll-Breaker had a horrible habit of pushing herself well past what anyone would expect of her in battle.

"Brynhyldr, I am Serurre and we are in trouble... My gosh your hurt might I heal your wounds."

Her ears here a familiar voice, one she had heard before in Asgard. She opens her eyes once more and looks at the illusion, which in the spirit world shows her what it really is. She knew it was not the real Serrurre her Asgardian eyes told her that much plainly. "Serrurre... If you are really here and this is not some enemy trap. You need not fear me. I am injured badly and I am in need of your healing arts." She calls out to him, hoping that it was the Asgardian himself. "Please... I must report back to my Lord... And if this a weak willed enemy... Grow a back bone already and finish it."

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"Sharp as ever i see." Serrure appeared from behind her "there are few who can differentiate me from my illusions" Serrure uttered the words "ehla nda eb erstde" the purpose of course to heal the lovely Brynhyld's wounds and restore her with energy. "Magic has many lovely properties too it no? of course in my experience it can also be very dangerous." He asked "before you report, tell me do you know what is happening here? we are talking the annihilation of all Gods?

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he pulled out the Knowledge stone "Rune magic is one of the most powerful forces in the Universe and even it cannot tell me who is behind this... I see much but understand little. What could have caused this? Why are the Gods being targeted? There must be a Reason. Anyways I was hoping you could shed some light on the issues at hand."

Serrure was glad to be in Brynhyld's presence, Not because she was pretty, although that is a bonus, or because he felt safe. It meant that not everyone was dead... yet.

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She is relieved to see it was indeed Serrure. "Your illusions are as they should be. Its this place. This realm allows me to read into things that I might not notice elsewhere." She relaxes herself as she feels the calm healing effects wash over her injuries melding them away, with each magical word. "ehla nda eb erstde" She would remember these words and look into understanding them better at a later date, the healing arts is something she wanted to learn but hadn't the time.

"I am afraid I am very new to understanding what exactly has transpired to invoke these incidents myself. I have been told that this event started because of an artifact falling into the wrong hands. What is even more disturbing is that the artifact in question was of Asgardian origins. It has resulted in what is being seen now, old gods vs new gods. I don't know all of the details but I know a war when I see one. Wars are about power struggles and this war is no different. I don't believe the goal of this war is the outright annihilation of all gods and goddesses. I don't want anything to do with the war personally, but I will fight to protect as many of the others who might be harmed in this insanity as possible."

She gives Serrure a warm hug, for helping her in her time of need. Then she turns her attentions towards where she must go next.

"Now I am sorry, but I must report back to my Lord. Olaf Silvermane is expecting me. You are more than welcome to join me if you desire?"

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Dammit. Before he could strike Brynhyld, she had reacted and deflected his blast into that beast that was now attackingohgod- The blast engulfed him, knocking him skidding across the city. Bits and pieces scattered from his body, tearing through anything they struck. Quickly he sprouted an extra pair of limbs, clinging tightly to the ground and stopping himself. He looked up to see the mighty beast that had struck him standing at the end of a long line of melted and shattered buildings.

Well... this threw a wrench into the gears. The rebellion was delayed. Hopefully Brynhyld hadn't seen just who was shooting at her, because he couldn't try to kill her again right now and he didn't need her coming back with friends. He had bigger problems. He stood, body swaying like a drunk, unbalanced by the missing pieces of his body. Beginning to fill his holes, he raised his arms and extra limbs, turning them to arms as well. He couldn't raise to 100% here- his heat was like the sun. He'd have to settle for this. Each arm fired hundreds and hundreds of blasts. They spread out, flew up, and finally converged on his foe. If this didn't work, he'd be forced to go all out, but hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

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@web_flotsam: The lights bursted up around Goliath as he looked at the beam. Sinking his feet into the ground The Creation took heavy breathes as the days were closing in. Just then a burst of blue energy shit off his body at once, digging into the beams making a sound worse than a tiger pulling it's nails across a chalkboard.

The energy collapsed taking out most of the beams yet it didn't wipe them all out, some made impact but simply slapped on the scales like a rubber band. The end eg may not have been deadly but it certainly was powerful. The Devourer nodded off the notion and sprinted forward, taking a hold off two skyscrapers nearby he jolted foward pulling them down towards the metal foe ahead. Planning to crush him and scorch him, to only absorb the power leaking from the being, and maybe fine the source if that power, or that stone.

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As the huge creature approached him, Web prepared. He hadn't expected to kill the thing, but for his blasts to do nothing... The great beast brought down two massive skyscrapers on his head, but before they touched him, they were blown to dust and their atoms were blasted into space by the sheer force emanating from him. His power swiftly rose, with many dramatic effects. Every piece that had been lost from his body since he had last gone 100%. One of these shards came right through a nearby building, giving Web a heap of things seen since then. Hmmm. When he was done with this thing, a few other people were going to die.

When all his parts joined, there was a great noise, an electric scream that tore a hole in space and a light that couldn't decide if it was heavenly or hellish. When it faded, Web stood, a being of digital flame and steel, standing almost as tall as his foe. Hovering above what used to be a city, a being with a million(hyperbole) metal arms and a body like the sun looked down upon his foe and spoke in a voice that hissed and roared and burned. "You have one chance to leave, little lizard. Then I get mean."

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Olaf Silvermane is an entity beyond the yolk of mortals and cares nothing for worshipers. He does not grant spells, does not answer prayers, and does not respond to queries. He is what is known as an over-deity. In Asgard the consent of Olaf is required for any mortal champion to become a god.

He is a deity of strength. He is a deity of Hearth. He is a deity of Wisdom. He is a deity of Frost. He is a deity of War. He is all these things and that is why he is King. He appears as a giant muscular man with long silver-white hair and beard, wearing the war-skins of slayed Monsters. These war-skins are stained red in the blood of his concurred enemies. A giving being, he is known for his mighty crafting of weapons, armors, and mead alike. He bestows all of Yggdrasil with his crafts on the eve of Odinmass. (February 21st)

The Holiday is ushered in by wooden Swords and Shields for the tots, and real weapons and armors for the protectors of the house, masterfully hand crafted jewelries for the fair maidens. Feasts worthy of royalty for the entire families to enjoy, and last but not least his legendary mead the likes of which should only be found in Asgard itself, mortals who have been reckless with the partaking of Olaf's mead do not live to tell the tale.

PresentlyMiles away from any and all civilization, standing on a rise in the middle of the snow covered arctic lands, Olaf squinted in the fading daylight, staring out at ice capped foothills in the distance and feeling the dread broil in the pit of his stomach. Beside him Shmorgin and Flukin grazed on what little grass they could find. Closing his eyes, Olaf forced down the growing sense of worry that had been with him all day. Brynhyldr was late to report.

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@web_flotsam: The sun grew large overhead with it's menacing arms as it spoke it's demands. Now the strange energy was a shell of the being, literally coating it. Goliath took insult to the remarks, that only made him mad.

He swayed his tail back and forth a few times before a red and blue charge ran over his scales a couple of times, it covered almost every area over The Devourer's body. Then with one mighty slam of his tail the bolts disappeared on the scales causing a magnetism to start. Cars and buildings were pulled onto Goliath, tools and weaponry stuck onto his scales. He looked up towards the entity above him and began focusing all of his power onto the arms, to rip them from their sockets and throw them to the sky.

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Serrure was startled “I went so fast I barely realized that we were in another realm” Serrure was taken back to a childhood memory

Serrure was practicing sorcery, more specifically getting his illusions to project spells… Something even the most accomplished of sorcerers had trouble accomplishing. He eventually mastered this but only through hard work and discipline

He often times saw Brynhyld practicing in the field next to him, only then did he realize how easy the warriors of Asgard had it. It was easy to throw your hammer or slash with your sword, however it took much more discipline to practice magic. Even the most basic spell could drain a sorcerer if he didn’t cast it right.

The major weakness that sorcerers and magicians had was endurance… If the sorcerer didn’t have the endurance to cast multiple spells he would find himself easily killed.

He snapped back to reality “sure I’d be happy to join you.” with that he opened a portal taking him to the destination of Olaf Silvermane

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Tetuka, now is getting swarmed on the ratio of a thousand to one. Their hollow wings blocking his vision as they materialize out of the light. It is getting annoying how these new gods managed to monopolize the faith of the new world. But they are merely a 'phase', some gods exists because they are while others materialize out of the collective manifestation of human consciousness. The Old are the former while the new ones seem to be that of the Latter. At least from his perspective, but as long as they exist they will overtake and assimilate aspects of the old.

Hammer like elbows smash through flaming swords, anvil like knees erase divine skeletal systems as he spun in the air. Most gods take the form of human shape, in that regard he is different as they are still of flesh. His bones are steel, his muscles wire, skin of copper, finger of scissors, arm of swords, and that he can fly without wings. He is a lightningbolt with a moustache. 'Narantaka' will not be used as these feathermen did not impress him in the slightest. So called the cherubims of soldiers of heaven, who represented God's wisdom but lacking in actual combat.

Brajadenta and Brajamusti is kept back as well, he is a 'champion' of sorts but a weapon to erase those that would trouble the gods. Today he stands with his ancient brethren against the whippersnappers who lay claim to their throne, and then comes this thing with the crimson burning wings. Like an oyster held aloft in the currents of wind, smoldering the sky with divine fire. Flames are cute, but he was forged in the ring of fire as an infant and divine weapons of all sorts become his components. This is bearable.

Tetuka increased his flight and pushed the seraphim all the way to reach Ayers rock where he ended the trip with a swift punch to the face, compacting light against native mythology. Both of them attacking the religion of the colonies that rob the land from its people, the bastard god from jerusalem. Sword like arm dismember a burning wing, and the spirits from down under dragged the blazing angel into the rock. Light enters Dreamtime.

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Only eleven crimes that needed my attention tonight, probably the slowest night I've had in years. If it keeps going this way I might have to start going after the litterers. Something is going to happen, something always happens when everything is going in order. It's the world's law, nothing will ever stay quiet and in place as long as there is a living being in the universe. Sometimes I just want a second of peace to rest before everything turns into a mess that I have to fix again, but I know I can't rest because the wicked can't be allowed to rest. My personal purpose in life is to turn their lives into a living hell and end them, it's my call. It's what I live for and it's what I will die for but it doesn't mean that....

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I hate this job sometimes.

"Who are you?".

I can't read him but he's defiantly there, this isn't an illusion or hallucination my senses would have picked it up. Whatever this being is most likely magic and by the way that I can't read him it is likely that he is very powerful and he knows a great deal about me. Only one question stands, what does he want?

"Do not ask foolish questions Malcolm, you know who I am. I am the dark burning fire inside you that demands to be fed, the desire to punish the criminals for what they have done to you. I came to you at your weakest moment, when your world was turn into madness and I gave you a purpose in life again. Now I want you to do something for me my good servant. There is war currently being fought between the Old Gods and New, I am an Old God, one of the oldest but I do not want you to help my kind. I want you to kill them".

I'm having a hard time believe this, I didn't choose to fight crime because some entity influenced me. I did it because it was what I wanted. Nobody chose that for me, I picked my own destiny.

"You must have gotten your information from a unreliable source but I'm not fooled easily and I'm not buying this. You want me to believe that the Gods are battling each other? Why don't you do it yourself if you are as powerful as you claim to be "God". I'm not going to mention that you're dressed exactly like I do so I'm just going to say this: I don't know who you are or how you found out my headquarters but I'm---".

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In the flash of a light I am sent flying against my fifty thousand dollar computer and my shoulder if dislocated. Then with a thunderous voice which could put down a thousand mountains he speaks as he shows me a picture of the multiple battlefields in a frozen state.

"Do not confuse me for a benevolent God you arrogant mortal, I could kill you before your puny eyes would blink. I do not have to explain my actions to you but I will. For a very long time I have worked in anonymity where only a small amount know of me and I wish to keep it that way. Unlike most egotistical Gods I do not want to be worshiped with words and statues because I am with actions and that is all I will ever want. I want you to assist the Cardinal Goddess against those impure mortals. I will gift you with a small fraction of my powers in order to assure that our goals are completed accordingly ".

Okay, I see a slight resemblance now.

"I need you to get to the Cardinal Goddess, @shanana. She is kept captive in prison hidden from the world. Go and help her escape and defeat all of those that choose to defy out will".

Zicarra? I haven't seen her since I offered her to join the Victories but she rejected the invitation. Is this all somehow tied to her, last I heard there was a bounty on her head from Stark. I decided to not get involved yet, I don't need his attention for now, that comes later.

The Prison

It took me a good twenty minutes to get full understanding of these abilities, all the darkness and all the shadows are connected in the world. You can transport yourself anywhere you want to with the right kind of abilities. It's incredible, this kind of power, not only your darkness but the darkness of others under your control. With this power I can end crime, not only Gothic's but the world.

Now to the task at hand, I need to find Zicarra and get the hell out of here. Maybe she can give me a little insight of what the hell is really going on and what is the cause of all this. Whoever this "God of Vengeance" (or at least that's what I'm calling him since he seemed to have a thing against names) was didn't tell me much and I'm not sure that I can trust him.

There she is, I'm not surprised that she escaped already. This place is very well built, probably one of the best I've seen but it takes more than few hundred adamantium to keep someone that powerful locked in. But ironically it only takes a rich kid with lots of issues to sneak behind her.

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"It's me, Dark Vengeance. Now can you tell why the hell I was visited by a god with a suspicious resemblance to me and why he told me to come help you? But first we need to get out of here, I can teleport us both out of here."

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Olaf is lost in thought when alas Brynhyldr returns to him, not alone. She is accompanied by Serrure, a young Mage of Asgard the King knows of him well.

The twin rams are excited to see Brynhyldr and the circle around her smelling for food, for she often times brought the tasty carrots.

They were disappointed when they realized there would be no carrots to be had this day, and Flukin nips at the boot of her heel.

"Flukin!" Olaf is swift with correcting his pet.

"Brynhyldr you return to me with Wisdom?" He smiles and hugs her tenderly. Then he looks to Serrure. "And you bring the young accomplished Mage Serrure with you." Olaf could smell Serrure's magic all about Brynhyldr only it was mixed with something else. Something he had not smelled in eons, the bile of a cyclopes. "I gather you have much to report to me my youthful Asgardians?" He addresses both of them, wishing to hear from Serrure as well.

Brynhyldr addresses her Lord and shares with him the Wisdom of the dire situation, she informs him about the war. She informs him about the Asgardian Artifact. About Sabella and Alexis, and their current struggles.

Olaf considers his position on these matters before he bestows his council upon his shield maiden. "Brynhyldr you have acted honorably. You have done a greet service to all of the Pantheons already with your slaying of the Cyclopes monster. You are not to partake in this war any further however, we will not partake in something so petty. We will allow the other Pantheons to destroy themselves off out of their ignorance. We will be needed afterwards to repair the damages of this conflict I suspect.

Serrure... You may follow your own council on what your part of this war shall be. However I would share with you my own Wisdom. Anything you do in this war no matter the outcome will not only reflect on you, it will reflect on all of Asgard."

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Wukong overwhelmed and outnumbered the angels over ten to one for each of their soldiers, shifting stances between storm clouds. Swinging the weight of something that held the milky way galaxy in place in such a manner that Gravity had to follow in order to catch up, spinning up a tornado with an accretion disc made from the bodies of dead angels. Nothing scares the one who took of his own name from the book of death from the underworld, along with the immortality peaches and the eternal elixir. Unlike the bastards they did not settle for greek philosopher to come up with 'omnipotence'. Power is earned, and it is displayed with such ferocity to shake the foundations of reality.

The clones are no pushovers either with each one capable of laying a smackdown god-tier beings, each took a form out of the 72 transformations. Helping the Arthurian lore, from the lady of the lake to merlin to strike down these heathen scum. Heaven couldn't kill him, demons run in his presence and sorcery is just another notch in his long list of expertise. Now he eyes the Dominions set on by God that reside on this continent, somersaulting to the edge of the territorial waters to get a glimpse. Agitating to hold back as not to grow to a size where he can flatten mountains.

Orbs of light on their heads and the pommel of their swords, after making short work of the first sphere the monkey king enters the second sphere in the angelic hierarchy. From below people can see blinding explosions of light that dwarf the events at nagasaki and hiroshima. It happened in a sense that they cannot explain, yet it is burned into their memories as the day that an ancient deity stands to the oppressive tyranny of the new ones. The movements went everywhere that the entire skies of the United Kingdom is illuminated to a point where it is visible from the surface of the moon.

It was raining angels, as heaven is waging a war on several points. However on two fronts they seem to be having a hard time curbing the ancient gods. That is Australia and England, as the monkey king activates the Stonehenge. with the help of the local deities, Magickal energies burst forth to energize them from a plane that exists outside the reaches of God. King Arthur had come back in England's time of need to bring down the solar tyrant that had ruled long enough.

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Fervent collisions of mountainous power reverberated across the colorless arena, it's grounded quaking from the residual force as fists bombard defending forearms. "Powerful", a mental confession emerging in his mind, features veiled by the legendary Mask of Cortez as he winced from his midsection's ruinous encounter with a supernaturally endorsed hammer of divine metallurgy. Defensively erecting an outward flailing, fulminant burst of electromagnetic radiation, The Champion allows himself a concise period of recovery, the electromagnetic assault inciting evasive responses from his opposition, momentarily establishing relieving distance between them and himself. A purely physical approach would only worsen his sustained wounds. And though no psionic virtuoso, the Mask of Cortez would better his potential victory.

Recalling Ziccarra's words regarding the acroamatic mask's illusionary abilities, Alexis sought to spontaneously capitalize on them. He was a novice, but through exerted conscious effort, a triad of immaterial psionic copies of himself protectively encompassed him, deceiving the antagonizing deities and allowing him sufficient time to launch an assault of telepathic dynamism, compensating for his absent technical aptitude with raw psionic sinew. "Will you listen now?", he cautiously inquired, halting his offense, the Mask of Cortez having briefly succeeded in temporarily subduing the majority of the Norse and Egyptian deities. "What deities are you? Where's your virtue in your duties as the protectors of the people that live below you?", Alexis paused, a discommending scowl bedecked his mien. "You can't seriously prioritize this war over the lives of billions!".

"Have you no shame in what you're doing?", he boldly questioned, his opponents having completed their recuperation, readied again for the ensued bout as the clash recommences without a response. "All of us, we're not beyond reproach", he insisted, the battle's intensity escalating. Bones fracturing, flesh bruising and breaking, lacerating and bleeding, the New God's wounds growing in severity as with those of his adversaries. "I don't want to fight, please listen. This war won't break any peace. It'll only breed vengeance". His words rang with truth, he did not desire battle, his objective was not to defeat them in combat, and though as he struggled to remain pacifistic and restrained, a realization came to him. Though he harbored no inclination towards the battle, no desire to fight, he had geared his entire life towards fighting for the weak. The continuing battle and taunting dispositions of his opponents reminding him.

'A giant can't keep sleeping'

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"Thank you for the advice Olaf, and while i believe it too be quite sound, I simply cannot stand by while there is so much conflict and violence going on... especially on Midgard. While the Gods fight, the people below have very little defenses."

He turned to Brynhyld "well this is where we part, I hope to see you sometime again soon" and with that he opened a portal and walked through "may we all be safe in such a dark time" when he walked to the other side he foun"d himself in New York. He was appalled at the limitless destruction

Serrure put up a shield around him and started to meditate he used a stone to talk to his adoptive mother Karnilla the Norn Queen, whom he had learned much from. He asked "Mother can you give me any information on how to stop this?" he checked to make sure his shield was still stable and then turned back to the conversation

"oh child it's too late you can't stop this... not anymore"

"at least your honest with me" he thought. "Mother i will stay here and do what i can to keep this world and it's inhabitants safe, but my loyalties remain to Asgard. Simply call me if a threat emerges"

With that he broke the connection and dropped his shield. He went to work around the City putting out fires with his Ice Norn Stone, and saving people trapped in buildings "should any force ,that could or would do harm to this city, appear, I will either drive them back or turn it to ash. For this conflict is folly."

all around the city he went doing his best too save it

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Ziccarra Liafador - Cardinal Goddess of Illusion

This “society” didn’t appear to be saturated with members; that order they were still waiting for an auspicious moment to strike. A voice from behind, cause her to jolt; turning swiftly, with her shield hitched up and sword ready to penetrate; she immediately begin to back down upon learning who he was.

“Dark Vengeance? From the victories?” She reserved a certain amount of cynicism, her own niece just tried to attack her; she wasn’t going to put too much trust in this brooding individual. The first thing she noticed was the symbiote-like darkness shrilling from his body, her daughter; Catalina used and manipulated darkness as such.

She could tell by how far the tendrils drag off his body; he was just getting used to his powers. As she opened her mouth to speak, his circumferential energy locked her in a darkness sphere; and then slowly begin to dissipate.

“Where are we?” Z asked, trying to gain her bearings.

“New York. Now…I need answers” She could tell, from his heightened state that the powers were beginning to meld with his dna. Ziccarra’s eyes never left the battle ensuing over New York; as well as the Sphinx actually attacking downtown.

“My mother is out there…” she whispered, before being unceremoniously spun around; to face DV. Ziccarra let loose a deep sigh, before forcefully pushing away from him.

“Look. If the God of Vengeance has chosen you as his champion, then you are cursed” She explained, propping on leg on a rock; and her hands on her hips. The destructive sound of battle enticed the Cardinal Goddess, but she knew she at least owed him an explanation.

“Back when the first murder was committed, the god of vengeance was created, he always been a real secretive entity; he can effect anyone no matter the creed or morals. He is the reason why so many people fear bats, as they are looked at as a symbol of vengeance. If he has chosen you as his champion; it means you have what it takes to carry out what he needs.”

She watched as he absorbed every part of the story, it was hard to say if he believed it all; but his next inquiry really had Ziccarra worried.

“So what does he need?”

“A heart full of rage” she said, taking a seat on a boulder. As much as her heart told her to plunge into battle alongside her mother; her body quickly begin to experience extreme fatigue. She picked up a persistent cough, and staggered around completely disoriented. “I-I have been poisoned” she said, falling down to one knee.

This was the work of the society, they even tagged her with an explosive tracking device; she was indeed being hunted…but for what reason.

“Dark Vengeance…we…must…find…the champion…” She said, falling face first on the ground. Her mouth begin to eject a white fluid that didn’t resemble saliva.

“Open….Tardis” she whispered, before passing out in front of him.

Sabella - Goddess of All Cardinals

Sabella charged the winged beast with her psionic energy blades sparking against the New York concrete, her all-out assault was halted by a dark attired humanoid. “What in Ziccarra’s name is that…” she asked, the arrival of this unknown foe would indeed complicate things.

“Alexis, Brynhlyd…I do believe I have just discovered another deity” She said; sizing her newest foe up from a distance. In all actuality she couldn’t tell if he was friend or foe, but the aura that surrounded him didn’t ease her skepticism.

Throwing her hands behind her, Sabella tossed a psionic shockwave through the streets, the explovisly expansive attack charged down the street streamlining towards the sith lord. She didn’t waste any time closing the distance; she felt she was better equipped to handle him at close range, rather than battle distance.

Thrusting her hands downward, just a few feet from him; she project an explosive energy wave; hoping her tactic would keep up off balance for now on.

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Much to his annoyance, the beast didn't heed his warning, instead delivering a powerful magnetic blast. Not only did it blow his arms back, preventing retaliation, the electromagnetic pulse scrambled his body. It was damaging- he needed to repair. Fortunately he could deal with that and this creature at the same time. He opened his mouth, opening a path to his hideous core. From within, the digital flame, his pure essence, poured forth, turning all it touched to data to patch his wounds. Hopefully this would include his foe.

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With the pixel data floating towards Goliath payed no attention to it until he saw what it was doing to the surroundings, litterally scrambling them and healing himself. This was inexcusable. Stretching his muscles out his scales became thick and cold as he approached the flames, the heat didn't bother the beast as the suns on his tail became hot once more.

Then he broke into a full sprint through the flames with his tail raised. He leapt far into the air and grasped onto a flying news chopper getting live footage for their station. With a cartwheel down he raised the chopper and tossed it near the flames causing it to explode nearby and hopefully disrupt the energy flow. Then only seconds after the scorching sun fins spiraled towards the entity with every strength Goliath could handle.

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There is constant turbulence. Shockwaves from every fallen soul rivet me. I bare witness to them all, as doors to previously hidden power become unlocked. The Ether is a place, a thing. Has a mind of its own, no body to speak of, but an agenda that lives vicariously through me. I'm chosen to herald all of the souls to it, like a Valkyrie I sweep the battle fails of fallen souls, collecting them like eggs in a basket.

The ones throwing blows, with might and earth shattering power, do not see me. I am a secret among them. In and out like a quick stab wound, unnoticed until it's too late.

From each scene I take them. Idle souls that longer around the dead body it once inhabited. They enter the Ether, that place they are bound to go in any manner of speaking. I can sense the absolute pleasure that I give it, and in spite of my loathing it's nature of evil, I can not stop myself. My actions are guided by a force far beyond religion. I do recognizes some of the figures, and I do recollect the stature of godliness they claim.

These souls, each one claimed by a dogma that preaches superiority. I however offer them a second chance, after they have been failed in salvation.

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@thee_champion: @serrure: @shanana:

Olaf had spoken his peace on the matter and his resolve was absolute, his judgment would not be swayed easily. Brynhyldr would not go against her lords wishes, even if she didn't agree with his judgment completely she believed in his wisdom and she would remain loyal.

She was not to participate in the war effort any further then she had already. This would not stop her from indirectly contributing a helping hands to the gods and goddesses she had already invested feelings towards. She was a protector of the realms after all, it was almost impossible for her to turn a blind eye completely.

And so she continues to keep council with her friends, and she aids them in ways that help the whole of Midgard and not just their war effort. Serrure was gifted in his words of power, and Brynhyldr did not share that lore of magic. In Asgard there are other types of magic then words of power however. And she was renown for her crafting arts. Runes. Enchantments.

She also had lore on many hidden places on Midgard that held sources of great magic. Grounds in which many tribal people consider holy, or sacred. Brynhyldr traveled to many of these locations and she built structures from Enchanted Rune Stones. These Rune stones were special because these Rune stones were crafted from the World Bones themselves. They were fragments of Ymir.

These structures were built in a circular formation and they were designed with the singular purpose of protection. Anyone located inside of the area encompassed by theses structures would be shielded from any and all harm. These were safety zones and they would be useful for protecting gods and mortals alike. She hoped that her efforts would help those whom needed it the most in these dark times.

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Web watched the helicopter explode. The blast didn't even ruffle the flames. It would take more than that to stop their spread. Eventually they would destroy and overwhelm the- his thought process was interrupted by the creature's tail swinging up to strike him, the blades on it burning bright. "Or, brilliant. try to overpower the one who shoves stars." He flicked his arms, extending all his fingers into massive blades. The bladed tail clashed with these blades and shoved back. Hopefully he could beat this thing by brute force, shoving him into the dataflame to be assimilated.

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I've been cursed all my life with or without the help of a god, death seems to follow all those that I care about which is why I can't care for anyone anymore.

My rage has always been kept under check, I know it's there but I tame it and use it against those that could get on my way. Maybe that's why he picked me, because I knew how to control myself. A raging man is nothing but an uncontrolled animal, he needed someone with discipline.

Never mind that, what's happening to her she seems unstable. Sweat coming from her brows, I don't think I've ever seen her sweat in all the surveillance tapes. Something is wrong, her eyes are fatiguing. She's about to collapse.

Damn it, she's down. I need to get treat her. I'll call Champion after I've at least slowed down the poison, I need to be prepared when he tries to take my head off or at least get her conscious enough to soften him up. Something tells me they are more than friends otherwise she wouldn't have asked to take her to his location before she collapsed.

The white foam from her mouth along with the small jerking movements indicates that she's getting a seizure. I move her to the side to make sure that she doesn't begin to choke on the foam. She is not breathing properly, if she keeps going this way her heart could potentially stop. I need to stop the poison from getting to her heart.

In theory I could use the darkness to take away the poison in her blood by absorbing it, but it's too dangerous. I need to find the where the poison first began spreading.

Hmm....What is this, it doesn't look like a dart wound, it looks more like a tracking device. Whoever did this to her wanted to keep her in their radars. I believe it is "their" as in multiple people because no one is this resourceful. This prison costed at least 20 billion dollars to make, I'll investigate this further when she wakes up.

There, the wound. It is almost closed, almost but enough for me to get the darkness inside her body and heal her. I need to concentrate so I don't get any of the wrong cells.

Everything goes dark and then I can see her blood as a detailed painting that went horribly wrong, but I have the brush strokes. I can fix the painting. It feels like hours as I take away the poison from her veins one by one, I am almost finished until I am interrupted by the cessation of her heart.

She is going into cardiac arrest.

I pull back the darkness and regain consciousness of my whereabouts.

Without a thought I power up my shock gloves and try to resuscitate her.

Nothing.

I'm going to have to use the gloves to their maximum power, this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt her. The charge sends me flying against the wall but wakes her up again. Good, I was going to get angry if I had just stopped one of my hearts for nothing.

"Champion, this is Dark Vengeance. I'm in New York with Zicarra, I'll send you our location through the Victories communicator.".

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@web_flotsam: The blades were big enough to collide with the massive saws on Goliath's tail. The blades were locked in a standoff, though what the foe didn't count on was that the blades were becoming hot suns. Soon they would most likely burn through the blades, and burn through the opponent.

With blades locked and the suns heating up Goliath came upon an idea, lifting up a single sharp claw he dragged it across the side of a building. It went on a for a few seconds before he pulled the flaw from the building and looked back down at the man.

"JUsT gIVe iN alrEADy"

The writing was crudely drawn but something else was coming for the one below. With a quick bolt down Goliath threw his head towards the foe with his mouth open attempting to snap him up in the great jaws and literally cook him alive before eating him.

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The Mediterranean Sea

Thousands of feet above the culturally iconic body of water, The Champion fervently does battle against the collective forces of the majority of the Norse and Egyptian Pantheon's mid-to-lower deities. Still they offer him no response, believing themselves beyond reproach, even reproach from a fellow god. Then again they did not perceive him as such. Seen by their eyes when they rest upon on his form was an abomination. Their traditionalism and dogmatism refusing acceptance of the notion of 'New Gods' and of 'Cardinal Gods'. As their bout continued, fists viciously cracking jaws, blades ruinously lacerating flesh, spilling blood onto the hard, alabaster arena floor. "Why won't you listen?", his questions, futile, and as the battle persisted, Alexis' wounds accumulated.

And as his opposition frantically swarmed him in a violent frenzy, allowing him no space, overwhelming, drowning him with their compiling numbers, a succession of realizations had come to his mind. There was no negotiating with these Old Gods. They came solely to promote violence. Though divine, they were no better than those they haughtily deem 'mortals'. Alexis could see, even as he is gradually brutalized, arms defensively positioned to lessen their blows, that the sins and vices of humans all stem from their gods. And though their physiology, facial geometries, sternal-xiphoidal processes, pectoral-trapezial architecture, are all derived from these antiquated gods, they are not without flaws. In the name of these gods, blood has been shed, children sacrificed, women raped, wars waged. If anything, the Old Gods, they were the very worst aspect of humanity. And the Herald of Hope realized this.

Recalling Sabella's insistence that the war is to be won, not pacified, and Ziccarra's faith in him as a leading defensive force in the conflict, Alexis' eyes luminously pulsated, vermillion plasma and thermal radiation emanating from his ocular features. The words of the father-figure who had raised him, an American soldier enlisted by the government to educate the New God in the art, the science of combat, rang in his mind. 'A giant can't keep sleeping', cautioning words often spoken to motivate him to fight, and so he did. "I have to fight today, so I can live to save this planet tomorrow". And in a meteoric burst of sweltering electromagnetic radiation, The Champion's consuming thermal energy seared the skin of his opponents, the burst's kinetic force blasting them all about the arena as the dramatic temperature rise eradicated all breathable air, ambient gases turning into plasma. And though their numbers were of elephantine enormity, these were mid and lower gods of their pantheons, defeat was their only option against an unrestrained Champion, the sizzling heat from the radiation stripping them of their consciousness.

New York

The monotone, austere voice of Dark Vengeance had unexpectedly reached him, his communicator from his time as a Victories member transmitting the premier Gothic Knight's statement. He was in New York, with Ziccarra. Certainly the brooding vigilante would not have contacted him had his predicament not seriously demanded it. Using the Arena Gem to imprison his divine opponents in the confines of the otherworldly arena while he departs, The Champion energetically accelerates into the horizon, New York his destination. Rubicund plasma streamed from his stormily soaring frame, bursts of sonic eruptions trailing behind the shimmering tail of red from the incandescent envelopment of plasma all about him.

"I hope Ziccarra's fine", his concern manifesting in thoughts, hoping for his lover's safety, that she was in no dire condition. Thoughts then shifted to Vengeance. Alexis had never shared the moral radicalness of Gothic's Dark Knight. And though he far from approved taking the lives of others, Vengeance was not the first 'hero' to kill, nor will he be the last, he was a grown man with his own brand of justice. And until his activities transition to blatant criminal activity, The Champion would not act. "I'm on my way", responding to the brooding knight's previous statement. Removing the Mask of Cortez, keeping it firmly in his right hand's grip, his mind receives a statement from Sabella, she had identified another deity in New York, a revelation warranting Alexis' immediate response as he temporarily dons the acroamatic mask for necessary telepathic communication. "Another deity? I'm on my way Mrs. Liafador. Ziccarra's in New York as well. With a former teammate of mine. The Norse and Egyptian gods in Mediterranean have been dealt with, for now".

Decelerating as he entered New York's sky, the New God temperately descended from the sky above, vermillion boots softly touching the concrete pavement as he lands between Ziccarra and Vengeance. "Ziccarra", his voice hushed, dripping with concern expressed by his facial features. Attentively approaching the Malagan Goddess, Alexis intimately guides her to her feet, his arms maintaining a tenderhearted hold on her poisoned frame. "What happened to you? Are you fine?", he softly inquired prior to shifting his attention towards Vengeance, his voice growing firmer and more earnest, "Vengeance, what's happening in New York? I'm detecting several powerful electromagnetic signatures, and-", words pausing, his pacific blue eyes casting a gaze of concern and curiosity, taking in Vengeance's drastically altered appearance, "Is everything alright?".

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Flying with great speeds towards his larger and greater foe, Victor did not yet notice the data floating around, but it didn't matter. Holding Odinsforge with great conviction, Victor flew straight into the large creature's mouth, Might be easier to take down from the inside. He thought, trying his hardest not to breathe in the smell the creature must give off. Alexis had requested one thing of Victor, limit the casualties, and taking down this great creature would save a lot of lives. Inside the creature now, Victor began to navigate the maze of his internal organs, trying to figure out how to cause enough damage to put him down.

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#45  Edited By _Goliath_

@web_flotsam: @victorgrey: The Creation quickly reared it's head back and pulled himself up. Though he had to be sure not to get hit by the one leaking the power. Jolting his tail back from the blades Goliath took a large leap into the air before slamming back down, all of his weight smashed out a crater, Buildings collapsed into the crater, Demons along with Angels and Asgardians fell in the massive gap.

In only seconds they were out of Athens and slamming into a farm. Goliath stayed still for moments, then his interior started to become hot as a green light grew larger. Just then unstable energy fired from the center of Goliath's body, it travelled through the body and out of the scales, it should've cooked the intruder alive wherever he was hiding. There was other ways to get him out, though those ways wouldn't make him The Devourer's lunch.

Though what the invader didn't yet know was that Goliath has no internal organs, only flesh and bone. He must've been an injury from the flames of the former foe, that means the healing factor would soon reach it, and when it did, the loose space would seal back up with flesh. And when Goliath healed the intruder would be squished.

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Adirondack Mountains, New York, North America

Streaking gold through the cerulean sky the avian creature pulled back, slowing it's swift cut through the air, revealing menacing talons as it came to a hover in the sky. It's brown wings displaying a strong sheet of feathers proudly behind him as he rested his talons around a pale forearm.

The bird had made companionship with none other than Nobuhide Yashima. Proffering his palm to the bird it deposited an amaranth jewel from it's mouth. He rewarded the eagle with a coddling rub on the head and it calmly cooed.

Time had turned and thoughts had processed. Decisions were made and plans set into motion. His servant sea nymph had now bore a name: "Yuka" he called proceeding into the rock cavern he made his temporal dwelling. A faint, warm light crawled from the far end of the cave, pulsing and dancing the circumference of the rock wall.

"Lord Nobuhide...?" her voice was at constant reverb, echoing at the at every tonality as if it was carried away with the western wind.

Yuka's physical form gradually emerged, nude and the monochromatic hue of red. She hovered through the still air like silk in the wind. "Oh...I see. " she said, her pupil-less red cornea transfixed on the jewel. "The amaranth jewel, you found it."

Drifting through the air she flew ahead of him into the warm light revealed to be candlelight. Ivory colored candles circled the medium sized pocket, their wax crawling along the floor like an ornate spider web. At the center an altar was made, embellished with a silver serpent bordered mirror, butterfly cocoons, dirt, ochre clay, tangerines and sunflower seeds. The red sea nymph looked over the items closely and seeing everything in it's right place hovered and proudly awaited her Master.

Once he entered the room Yuka fetched the gold Ushioni mask rested to the far left of the cave pocket. Carefully she placed the ornate helm over his head. The gold eagle fluttered from his arm and rested at it's place on the far right and watched the ceremony unfold.

"Nyuryoku suru!" he sniped, pelting the amaranth jewel sharply at the mirror. It connected and cracked the glass mirror before unnaturally resting at the base of the silver serpent embroidery. The butterfly cocoons that rested at the altar trembled lightly as the insects inside emerged as crimson colored butterflies. They circled the altar until the amaranth jewel illuminated a warm glow. Their ornate wings fell apart into the melange of dirt and ochre clay.

"Ayume taito, kodomo...taito kodomo..." he chanted rhythmically with the pulse of light within the jewel. "Ayume taito kodomo, kodomo.." the light grew in intensity until it washed over the cave, eating away at the sullen darkness.

The Sound of Waves audibly seized Lord Nobuhide's rhythmic chants until the light dwindled, softened and revealed a silver haired little girl. Naked, but her bare flesh preserved behind her ravenous, long mane of silver hair. Her deep black eyes rested on Nobuhide...

Ayume the Serpent Child of Kami Nobuhide.
Ayume the Serpent Child of Kami Nobuhide.

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Web was surprised when his opponent was suddenly redirected out of the city. Even more surprising was that the one striking him was Kiros, an Asgardian champion. Curious, Web followed. He found a deep trench leading from the city out to the farm where the beast lay. Kiros was nowhere to be seen, but he was undoubtedly near. Maybe it was time to make that message he had wanted to. "I will destroy you, beast, but for now I have a proposition. Let us work together to take down a common foe. In fact... maybe we can find a whole bunch of common foes."

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@web_flotsam: @_goliath_: Victor raised Odinsforge, his hammer and generated an illuminating light in the spacious darkness. No internal organs, but maybe he could paralyse this creature. He began to look for his spine, holding Odinsforge to fly higher and observe where the monsters back should be. The interior of the beasts body was becoming hot, but that didn't bother Victor. Suddenly then a green energy began to make its way through the beasts body, and Victor used his hammer to erect a very powerful forcefield to protect himself, hoping the intruder would just assume Victor died, although he never doubted this beast.

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@web_flotsam: @victorgrey: The Final Predator looked down upon the foe below him but hearing him speak changed a view. Activating his mind he began to establish a telepathic link between the two.

As The Creation spoke his voice was deep and thundering. But idle at the same time.

"I suppose so, I haven't felt anything in me yet so he may not be dead. If you wish to help I need you to follow him in and eradicate this intruder. Though if you can, I need you to get him out of me, otherwise my healing system might crush you both. The choice is yours."

Goliath laid down on his stomach and opened his mighty jaws looking down at he one before him. As he looked the energy inside died down, though The Devourer tried his hardest to slow down his healing, and slow down the closing of the wound.

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Decelerate, really decelerate. The Force Atrocity contained barely identified the incoming disturbance, blinded by the bloodcurdling power of the Sphynx. As fist caressed the pavement, flawlessly hitting a thunderstruck Atrocity, casted into the air as debris besprinkled, an onyx rain showered from above. Torso impacted against the consolidated sidewalk, rigid stone against flexed musculature and strengthened bones, uttermost due to this unorthodox power of nature. Cracking his knuckles and lifting a brow, he considered himself challenged.

The second outburst, although closer and forceful, was swimmingly avoided by Atrocity's prowess. Both arms folded as he leaped and somersaulted midair, clearing the distance with incogitable precision and scrupulousness. Feet first on the fractured road, everything on his surroundings were potential weapons. By merely snapping his fingers, two petite vehicles, a crimson New Beetle and a charcoal Mini Cooper, hurled with extreme thrust against Sabella. Its sole intention being a distraction, ameliorated as the saber pursued the metallic projectiles.

As the Cardinal Goddess got distracted by decoys, Atrocity leaped forth, boosting even farther with the use of the Force. Whilst it happened, the cars should probably have arrived, triumphant or not, and the saber swung right behind, halting a few feet before Zicarra's mother and spliting, gathering on the other side, where a landing Atrocity performed a brutish kick, basing on raw strength and technique, which should strike Sabella's chin and, most likely, back her a few steps prior to the following events, which Atrocity attempted to unveil via Force Precognition, albeit difficult since the future could constantly mutate and amalgamate, he had an overall sight of what should happen, but only time would prove it veracious or false.