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Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

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And so, Ocaeril's eyes closed, as he gently slept in the vacuum of space. His heart beating, but his presence weak.
Kurantse rolls his eyes at the Father's little 'heartwarming' display. "Don't be so damn melodramatic, man," He mutters. Then, he speeds down towards the planet.

Kurantse's Attack

The merchant God forms three great Spears of money. Using his control over the properties of currency, he ensures that they have an incredibly high melting point, and that the tips are sharp. With that, he fires them at the Abomination, one aimed for his skull, the others for his wings.​
 
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The Exarches has fought the Empire for centuries, praying for the obliteration of their rule. Yimor’droth drew power, and fulfilled that wish.
Flames bright as the sun poured down, and the fires of the earth burst from below. Port Royal was melted and irradiated, left a smoldering and molten heap.

The Dragon, not being subject to the laws of nature, took flight without wings and swooped over the ruins.

Kurantse rolls his eyes at the Father's little 'heartwarming' display. "Don't be so damn melodramatic, man," He mutters. Then, he speeds down towards the planet.

Kurantse's Attack

The merchant God forms three great Spears of money. Using his control over the properties of currency, he ensures that they have an incredibly high melting point, and that the tips are sharp. With that, he fires them at the Abomination, one aimed for his skull, the others for his wings.
Stikes Stikes threw 20-faced dice Reason: Attack. Total: 12

Yimor'droth twisted and dodged.
 
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The spirit of the planet winced in pain.

Inside the core of the world, magma rumbled and traveled around the veins of the earth like blood. He could feel something occurring at his surface. But for now, he could only feel. Occasionally sense, and hear...The cry of a thousand children. A baby crying somewhere. Rage growing inside specific gods. He was blind, yet he could 'see' what occurred with utmost precision. So many foolish gods...Fighting to stay at the top. Selfish gods, evil gods, non-caring gods...The people were right to hate them...After all, one was about to destroy the land he tried to build with his friends for so long...

Can they forgive him? Will they hate him, as well?

One of his bodies is beaten and broken down, he could feel his connection to his first avatar slowly losing itself. Somewhere within the space, in the specific spot where his avatar was, he was slowly turning himself into dust. His body becoming earth, actual, pure and soft earth, as flowers sprouted from his chest slowly...That soon disappeared and died out as well. Frankly speaking...He never expected to lose one of his bodies like that. He assumed that if he did, he'd be dying with it...And that'll most likely happen if he lets it sit around for too much.

Ah...Inqui...Mother...Can they truly forgive him, by unintentionally deceiving them like that?

He's willing to die...But to let his body stay like that, for free attacks...It is simply a death he doesn't want...

A voice spawned across the world, invisible to most, but only his children, true followers of Ocaeril could hear it, as in the distance, lava and magma attacked the world, the sun finally setting foot on it...


Foolish Gods, foolish battles, foolish wars...I did my best to protect you all...

I failed...

My children...Are you willing to forgive me?

If so...I hope that in case my companions truly fail...

You all allow me to hold you all in my arms...



In space, the avatar of Ocaeril turned fully into dirt, as it traveled back to its true body, his essence gone...But his spirit resting, simply watching, unknown to all the gods.​
 
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YIMOR VS OCAERIL, HELSA, INQUI, ARCEUS, CORVEN, TIAMAT, KURANTSE, and ICKOL

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Ocaeril's arm was torn off, the wound cauterized by molten gold but at the cost of being impossible to regenerate. Worse yet, coming so close to Yimor and locking eyes with the dragon struck him blind within minutes. Somewhere on the planet below, an explosion as strong as that of a nuclear fusion bomb detonated, likely somewhere in the ocean, but still devastating the area. Still, to the gods who could see, Yimor had been left wounded as well, though likely by Kurantse's price rather than Ocaeril's swords, which, although failing to sever Yimor's wings, did manage to tear one to near useless shreds and impale the dragon, though not to lethal effect. Ickol, meanwhile, didn't seem to really believe hard enough, and the potion was just an illusion. Helsa's snakes miss, their creator having invoked murphy at the wrong time. Inqui's attempt to imprison Yimor within herself lasted only briefly, given the extent she had to spread herself thin in order to encase the dragon before his radioactive breath and the extreme heat of his scales forced her off. However, she did at the very least seem to slow him down, and as he phased through the crystal sphere the whole of Ocaeril beheld the dragon falling from the sky. His light was such that none saw his face, save for those directly adjacent to his crash, who themselves were already doomed, as Yimor crashed on a large Enfogged island somewhere in the east Ocaerillian ocean. The fog dispersed, and any life not already choked by the toxic fumes that had overtaken the island was burned alive by the intensity of Yimor's light. Yimor, however, was looking quite worse for wear. The price of breaking Inqui's hold had been hefty, as was that of blinding Ocaeril, and reentry had not done him any favors. His wing was in tatters and he would need to regenerate before he could fly again, let alone travel at light speed, and the island was only big enough for so much of his body as his tail stretched out and caused steam and dead things to rise from the sea. His impact had also caused water to rush out from the area, no doubt to devastate surrounding islands, and he also seems to have disrupted tectonic activity in the area, causing underwater volcanic eruptions to be visible around the area, as well as those on nearby islands. The sky was colored pitch black with a combination of dust particles, volcanic ash, and toxic fog, all



Ocaeril:
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Tiamat:
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Ickol:
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Corven:
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Kurantse:

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ARCEUS
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Helsa:
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Inqui:
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YIMOR DROTH:
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As Ocaeril felt pain coursing through his body, his eyesight failed. His arm was ripped apart, and his full Susano'o form with his Kitsune one disappeared. His Chakra form soon dispersed, only leaving a sad looking and defeated Ocaeril floating in the brink of space. He was alive, but his eyes didn't have any color, his arm was missing, as blood floated out of it, and several scars were in his body, his shirt and outfit ripped, and he breathed in, and out...

In his painful moment, he watched as Yimor dove towards the planet. He wanted to say he had the strength to get up. He wanted to say he had the strength to stop Yimor, he wanted to say he had the strength to kill him, but...In the end...He didn't.

He was too weak. He failed.

...But the others...Haven't.

Ocaeril didn't want this. He didn't want to depend on his friends and family to do the job to him. He was too weak...He was a father, and a father's job was to protect his family. And yet...He would need to watch them fight.

Coughing out blood, he could feel his godly regeneration kicking in, trying to seal the wounds with his cells...And yet, he barely could feel a thing.

"I'm sorry."

His whispers acted as a pathway to the ears of all the gods, as he held up his only available arm, and tried to reach out to Inqui, Helsa, Tiamat, Ickol, Kura...And even Arceus...Before pointing down at the planet. But more specifically, his ''gaze'' was on Inqui.

"Please win. I'm sorry I'm...Weak. Please, go beyond...Do your best, Inqui."

And hearing Helsa's words...He turned to her, a dry smile soon appearing on his lips, as if apologizing.

"I can hear you...Man...You've been...Talking a lot...You don't need to be my friend...But..."

Helsa could suddenly feel the littlest bit of Chakra being born within her, warming her heart, her soul...Almost like a soft embrace of a friend.

"I'm sorry...I couldn't save you..."

...

And so, Ocaeril's eyes closed, as he gently slept in the vacuum of space. His heart beating, but his presence weak.

Inqui took a breather before looking at Ocaeril, his almost dying body, everything was silent as a ringing sound echoed in her head, her heart emphasized the moment with each beat, her eyes flickered as the red lines on her pulsed.


Her face then contorted into one filled entirely out of fury.




Inqui teleported to Yimor ( Selee-01 Selee-01 ) as her body was ignited in pitch black flames that bellowed pure hate and rage.

"Fucking Gods, Why don't you just. DIE!"

Inqui screamed as she summoned a giant lance that threw right into Yimor's head, she then blitzed to his back as she kicked him into lance before she placed her hand on top of her eye as fire bursted out like a solar flame.

"WHY DO THIS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!! JUST DIE ALREADY!"

Inqui then clenched her fist as she screamed before throwing out a bolt that zoomed right into Yimor before exploding in a burst of energy.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID YOU ASS!"


The spirit of the planet winced in pain.

Inside the core of the world, magma rumbled and traveled around the veins of the earth like blood. He could feel something occurring at his surface. But for now, he could only feel. Occasionally sense, and hear...The cry of a thousand children. A baby crying somewhere. Rage growing inside specific gods. He was blind, yet he could 'see' what occurred with utmost precision. So many foolish gods...Fighting to stay at the top. Selfish gods, evil gods, non-caring gods...The people were right to hate them...After all, one was about to destroy the land he tried to build with his friends for so long...

Can they forgive him? Will they hate him, as well?

One of his bodies is beaten and broken down, he could feel his connection to his first avatar slowly losing itself. Somewhere within the space, in the specific spot where his avatar was, he was slowly turning himself into dust. His body becoming earth, actual, pure and soft earth, as flowers sprouted from his chest slowly...That soon disappeared and died out as well. Frankly speaking...He never expected to lose one of his bodies like that. He assumed that if he did, he'd be dying with it...And that'll most likely happen if he lets it sit around for too much.

Ah...Inqui...Mother...Can they truly forgive him, by unintentionally deceiving them like that?

He's willing to die...But to let his body stay like that, for free attacks...It is simply a death he doesn't want...

A voice spawned across the world, invisible to most, but only his children, true followers of Ocaeril could hear it, as in the distance, lava and magma attacked the world, the sun finally setting foot on it...


Foolish Gods, foolish battles, foolish wars...I did my best to protect you all...

I failed...

My children...Are you willing to forgive me?

If so...I hope that in case my companions truly fail...

You all allow me to hold you all in my arms...



In space, the avatar of Ocaeril turned fully into dirt, as it traveled back to its true body, his essence gone...But his spirit resting, simply watching, unknown to all the gods.​

Inqui could feel Oca's avatar disentegrating, it only made her even more mad.


"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Inqui made animalistic roars as she flew straight at Yimor and slashes him.

"DIE! DIE! DIE DIE! DIEDIEIDIEDIEDIIEIDEIDDIEIDEIDIEIDEIDIEIIDEIDEIDEIDEDIEIDIEIDIEIEIDIE!"
 
Inqui took a breather before looking at Ocaeril, his almost dying body, everything was silent as a ringing sound echoed in her head, her heart emphasized the moment with each beat, her eyes flickered as the red lines on her pulsed.


Her face then contorted into one filled entirely out of fury.




Inqui teleported to Yimor ( Selee-01 Selee-01 ) as her body was ignited in pitch black flames that bellowed pure hate and rage.

"Fucking Gods, Why don't you just. DIE!"

Inqui screamed as she summoned a giant lance that threw right into Yimor's head, she then blitzed to his back as she kicked him into lance before she placed her hand on top of her eye as fire bursted out like a solar flame.

"WHY DO THIS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!! JUST DIE ALREADY!"

Inqui then clenched her fist as she screamed before throwing out a bolt that zoomed right into Yimor before exploding in a burst of energy.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID YOU ASS!"

Inqui could feel Oca's avatar disentegrating, it only made her even more mad.


"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Inqui made animalistic roars as she flew straight at Yimor and slashes him.

"DIE! DIE! DIE DIE! DIEDIEIDIEDIEDIIEIDEIDDIEIDEIDIEIDEIDIEIIDEIDEIDEIDEDIEIDIEIDIEIEIDIE!"

Yimor’droth spit a lance of blinding energy, intercepting Inqui’s attack.
 
Farmer Joe: Battle Action - Counter

Joe will throw Gigaplunt seeds into the sea surrounding Port Royal, casting his divine plant and farm magics. Bodies will rush out of the water and grow, arcing over the city island and fusing with each other. The dome of Plunt forms and covers the city in darkness. With another wave, thick magical sequoia bark will grow over the dome, creating a fire resistant shield. Joe will watch for the outcome.
 


The spirit of the planet winced in pain.

Inside the core of the world, magma rumbled and traveled around the veins of the earth like blood. He could feel something occurring at his surface. But for now, he could only feel. Occasionally sense, and hear...The cry of a thousand children. A baby crying somewhere. Rage growing inside specific gods. He was blind, yet he could 'see' what occurred with utmost precision. So many foolish gods...Fighting to stay at the top. Selfish gods, evil gods, non-caring gods...The people were right to hate them...After all, one was about to destroy the land he tried to build with his friends for so long...

Can they forgive him? Will they hate him, as well?

One of his bodies is beaten and broken down, he could feel his connection to his first avatar slowly losing itself. Somewhere within the space, in the specific spot where his avatar was, he was slowly turning himself into dust. His body becoming earth, actual, pure and soft earth, as flowers sprouted from his chest slowly...That soon disappeared and died out as well. Frankly speaking...He never expected to lose one of his bodies like that. He assumed that if he did, he'd be dying with it...And that'll most likely happen if he lets it sit around for too much.

Ah...Inqui...Mother...Can they truly forgive him, by unintentionally deceiving them like that?

He's willing to die...But to let his body stay like that, for free attacks...It is simply a death he doesn't want...

A voice spawned across the world, invisible to most, but only his children, true followers of Ocaeril could hear it, as in the distance, lava and magma attacked the world, the sun finally setting foot on it...


Foolish Gods, foolish battles, foolish wars...I did my best to protect you all...

I failed...

My children...Are you willing to forgive me?

If so...I hope that in case my companions truly fail...

You all allow me to hold you all in my arms...



In space, the avatar of Ocaeril turned fully into dirt, as it traveled back to its true body, his essence gone...But his spirit resting, simply watching, unknown to all the gods.​

Ickol Conversational

The goddess looked at Ocaeril’s disintegrating body with the same rage as the other goddesses, but for a very different reason.

That’s it?! After all that, he just needed to get slapped around a little to die?! Wow, and I trusted that weakling to be strong enough to face down Krass’ forces. It’s blind luck he didn’t manage to screw everything up! But seriously? All this time and I just needed to punch him to death? Wow, I feel completely stupid.

Ickol shook her head. Ah well, time for a few words for that person that held a special place in her heart, now that he’s gone. That special place was the trash can, but still.

Ocaeril...was...a...great...man, and...now...that...he’s...gone, our...lives...are...looking...pretty...great...too. Ashes...to...ashes, loud...dirt...to...quiet...dirt. Oh...evolution...boy, the...pipes, the...pipes...are...calling. Rest...in...pieces. And...first...dibs...on...your...stuff. I’m...sorry, I...need...a...moment.

Ickol retreated to be by herself for a moment. Not to cry, but to just sit down and eat drink some more nectar.
 


The spirit of the planet winced in pain.

Inside the core of the world, magma rumbled and traveled around the veins of the earth like blood. He could feel something occurring at his surface. But for now, he could only feel. Occasionally sense, and hear...The cry of a thousand children. A baby crying somewhere. Rage growing inside specific gods. He was blind, yet he could 'see' what occurred with utmost precision. So many foolish gods...Fighting to stay at the top. Selfish gods, evil gods, non-caring gods...The people were right to hate them...After all, one was about to destroy the land he tried to build with his friends for so long...

Can they forgive him? Will they hate him, as well?

One of his bodies is beaten and broken down, he could feel his connection to his first avatar slowly losing itself. Somewhere within the space, in the specific spot where his avatar was, he was slowly turning himself into dust. His body becoming earth, actual, pure and soft earth, as flowers sprouted from his chest slowly...That soon disappeared and died out as well. Frankly speaking...He never expected to lose one of his bodies like that. He assumed that if he did, he'd be dying with it...And that'll most likely happen if he lets it sit around for too much.

Ah...Inqui...Mother...Can they truly forgive him, by unintentionally deceiving them like that?

He's willing to die...But to let his body stay like that, for free attacks...It is simply a death he doesn't want...

A voice spawned across the world, invisible to most, but only his children, true followers of Ocaeril could hear it, as in the distance, lava and magma attacked the world, the sun finally setting foot on it...


Foolish Gods, foolish battles, foolish wars...I did my best to protect you all...

I failed...

My children...Are you willing to forgive me?

If so...I hope that in case my companions truly fail...

You all allow me to hold you all in my arms...



In space, the avatar of Ocaeril turned fully into dirt, as it traveled back to its true body, his essence gone...But his spirit resting, simply watching, unknown to all the gods.​


Helsa did not give much of a response to Ocaeril's body reducing to dirt. She just laughed more and more. Her mind was in complete and utter madness.
 
Space Buddha Space Buddha

Corven-Battle Action

Corven hissed in pain upon receiving his wounds before letting cool numbness wash over him, the pain dulled by his healing magic. He attempted to do the same for any other of the injured gods. He would need to keep his brothers and sisters alive. For now.

Snake, meanwhile, startled out of his trance. "It is just as we believed, command. I've ended up in a world closed off from all other realities. Only the original box was powerful enough to rip through the fabric of space and time itself. I sure hope no nameless horrors from the stars followed me. On the plus side, you can probably send in some supplies through the hole I made."
 
Sadly, Ocaeril had to reduce himself to dirt... It would be just up to the planet, and mostly Tiamat. The others would try to at least repel Yimor, but now she gets herself downwards, to the seas of Ocaeril, near port royale. Why this? Why now? If there is a beginning of a end, then Tiamat would be on her last stand. It takes a moment to try and rest in the sea and adjust her form. This isn't something that's done so often in battle, and if she were to run out of options, that last stand would give herself the needs to fight without the usage of combat creatures.

As she now rose from the waters, checking for the target. It must be somewhere nearby, as she began to walk. What would be seen is the hybrid of origin and sea formes together, with hints of blues and glowing reds. She's not the fastest, but she will hit hard. As a warning roar sounded out, it's the mix of two different monster roars and her gentle aaa's in disharmony... Anger... Avengeance. For the sake of Ocaeril, the other gods, the people and many creations galore, she will fight for what's important.

Now, she will try to walk fast in this new Dragonoid form, and make a ramming charge towards Yimor, at the ruins. By this, she could impale it with her horns, for damage or to topple it over.

Selee-01 Selee-01
 
Sadly, Ocaeril had to reduce himself to dirt... It would be just up to the planet, and mostly Tiamat. The others would try to at least repel Yimor, but now she gets herself downwards, to the seas of Ocaeril, near port royale. Why this? Why now? If there is a beginning of a end, then Tiamat would be on her last stand. It takes a moment to try and rest in the sea and adjust her form. This isn't something that's done so often in battle, and if she were to run out of options, that last stand would give herself the needs to fight without the usage of combat creatures.

As she now rose from the waters, checking for the target. It must be somewhere nearby, as she began to walk. What would be seen is the hybrid of origin and sea formes together, with hints of blues and glowing reds. She's not the fastest, but she will hit hard. As a warning roar sounded out, it's the mix of two different monster roars and her gentle aaa's in disharmony... Anger... Avengeance. For the sake of Ocaeril, the other gods, the people and many creations galore, she will fight for what's important.

Now, she will try to walk fast in this new Dragonoid form, and make a ramming charge towards Yimor, at the ruins. By this, she could impale it with her horns, for damage or to topple it over.

Selee-01 Selee-01
Yimor’droth clapped Their wings, sending a firestorm blasting across the molten ruin. Colossal wounds drip fire, as the Dragon hovers.

/SLAY ME/
/THE NIGHTBRINGER WILL BE WORSE FOR YOU/
/ONE DAY, YOU WILL REGRET MY LOSS/
 
Yimor’droth clapped Their wings, sending a firestorm blasting across the molten ruin. Colossal wounds drip fire, as the Dragon hovers.

/SLAY ME/
/THE NIGHTBRINGER WILL BE WORSE FOR YOU/
/ONE DAY, YOU WILL REGRET MY LOSS/

The planet bellow Yimor rumbled, as he could hear a voice within him. Deep, ancient, and pure, that seemed to weigh a thousand words. It laughed at his words, as Yimor could see the sheer power and hatred coming from both Tiamat and Inqui. The voice was unlike anything he'd heard before, and yet, it was similar.

Do not play the hero here, you foolish dragon.

If you wished to stop this 'nightbringer...'

We could have worked together.

We could have been friends.

Instead, you chose the path of sheer destruction.

You're no better.


As Yimor looked above, he could see almost like...A figure pushing on Inqui, as if making sure she'd go on- fighting alongside her, holding her weapons with her, and screaming with her, almost like a clone of sorts. His figure was invisible, unseen by anyone else but the dragon, but...He was sure he was--

Believe in us.

We'll defeat him without you.

Because...That's the power of 'growth!'

Something you never acquired.

Now...Fall.
 
The planet bellow Yimor rumbled, as he could hear a voice within him. Deep, ancient, and pure, that seemed to weigh a thousand words. It laughed at his words, as Yimor could see the sheer power and hatred coming from both Tiamat and Inqui. The voice was unlike anything he'd heard before, and yet, it was similar.

Do not play the hero here, you foolish dragon.

If you wished to stop this 'nightbringer...'

We could have worked together.

We could have been friends.

Instead, you chose the path of sheer destruction.

You're no better.


As Yimor looked above, he could see almost like...A figure pushing on Inqui, as if making sure she'd go on- fighting alongside her, holding her weapons with her, and screaming with her, almost like a clone of sorts. His figure was invisible, unseen by anyone else but the dragon, but...He was sure he was--

Believe in us.

We'll defeat him without you.

Because...That's the power of 'growth!'

Something you never acquired.

Now...Fall.
/FOOLISH CHILD/
/I WISH IT WERE SO.../
/ZYR’ABAOTH WORKS THROUGH ALL/
I am truly sorry
But I did what had to be done
 
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In space, Helsa's tendrils lashed out at the gods, dealing superficial damage to Kura and Tiamat, while Ickol horribly underestimated her own abilities and conjured forth a near perfect image of the Nightbringer, or at least a minor illusion of him, which didn't appear to be very well kept under her control. The immense black dragon blasted her with a plume of black flame before diving at the ground. The flames barely wounded her, being illusory, however the incomprehensibly proportioned night-dragon, nearly the size of Yimor himself, dived towards the planet, screeching and heading for Yimor it would seem, but not before loosing a few black projectiles at Kura, seeming to be particularly attracted to his golden hue. Meanwhile, on the planet's surface, Yimor is stuck by Kurantse's spears, failing to dodge but barely being effected, given the shredded state of his wings and dense armored crest covering his head. Port Royale burned almost instantaneously, Joe's gigaplunts being only seconds too late. Yimor's spear goes far and misses Inqui, while Corven heals the gods of some of their wounds, though it wasn't much help for Tiamat, who was knocked aside by a wave of fire unleashed by Yimor, searing away at her scales. Though she seemed to do considerable damage to the levitating dragon, who was knocked to the ground. He could not rise before Inqui was upon him. Her sword connected, and it barely even hurt. Yet somehow, some way, the blade depletes the last of his power, piercing his hide and cleanly impaling him in the center mass. He remained alive just long enough to say his last words, and see the illusion of Zyr circling overhead, blasting away at fleeing imperial ships with black lightning. And then, the dragon saw no more.


YIMOR DROTH ( Selee-01 Selee-01 ) HAS BEEN KILLED.


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Tiamat:
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Ickol:
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Corven:
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Kurantse:

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ARCEUS
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Helsa:
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Inqui:
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YIMOR DROTH:
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but then...

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Yimor's hulking corpse began to glow, and yimor's thoughts did not quite cease. A sliver of consciousness remained. An essence of sorts, and said essence felt itself drawn away from its corporeal host and into something else. Inqui also began to glow, Ocaeril's world-spirit and the other deities witnessing as a beam of light shone from Yimor's dead eyes onto the slime goddess. She herself felt as she was enveloped in the light, which simultaneously comforted her and raked her mind with the incomprehensible and alien thoughts of the Light Dragon. There was, however, no physical pain as Inqui's body was stained a light shade of yellow, and parts of her slime began to crystallize into scale-like armor along her back, hands and feet. From the crystalline plate on her back, two watery wings emerged, made of liquid like the rest of her body but emitting a blinding light that briefly obscured her from the others' vision. Her now scaled feet formed talons of hardened, golden slime, and two similarly crystallized horns jutted out of her head. Her "clothes" were reabsorbed into herself, leaving the rest of her form mostly featureless and uniformly bright. Inqui's thoughts were interlaced with those of Yimor. She, in fact, was Yimor. Knowledge of the hall of light, of Arqa's history, of Zyr 'Abaoth and the horrors that he may soon sow upon the world, and of the legions of slumbering angelic beings waiting beneath the surface of Yimor's now barren and dark planet, and of what horrors lie below them. She felt emotions new to her. Fear was among them, another was some odd satisfaction at the widespread destruction, but like all emotions she felt now, they were strangely distant in a pleasant way, not overwhelming her as she was so used to. Still, deep within her subconscious, that unabsorbed fragment of Yimor lied in wait, mingling with All The World's Evil and making something far more dastardly. Igna stirred within the slimy goddess of heroes and light, empowered by that remnant which had so eagerly merged with her, though still under control, for now. The light emitting from Inqui-Droth faded, and among her first sights as this new being was the illusory black dragon circling above, and with a single thought of undiluted rage, a sunbeam struck and dissolved the illusion into mist, sparing those few imperial ships it had not already ravaged. Her spontaneous fury subsiding, the goddess of heroes and light turned to see her fellow deities, as well as the just barely visible spirit of the world.


INQUI REY HAS ABSORBED YIMOR DROTH. ALL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LATTER CHARACTER HAS TRANSFERRED INTO THE FORMER.

SPHERE GET: Light

ASPECTS GET: Energy, Lightning, Fire, Radiation, Electromagnetic Force

MIRACLES GET:

(All of these can be activated and deactivated at will.)

Bolt of Fire: A bolt of fire, ranging from a campfire to a nuke. Can be explained as a meteor.

Madness: Any mortal who gazes upon the form of the Dragon will go insane. A god won't go crazy, but it's not good to look at it for too long.

Burning Luminescence: Yimor'droth glows brightly enough to kill most organic life.

Mutation: Yimor'droth can mutate life through radiation, and cultivate those mutations. Explained as mere monsters.

Mind Alteration: Controls the mind of a living thing. Explained as insanity or brainwashing.

Exarch Creation: In the event of an Exarches demise, They can create a new one. Explained as a magician.

Madness Dreams: A passive effect, explained by "just being dreams". Has negative effects on the long-term sanity of anyone within it's range.

Electric Storm: An unnatural storm, created by Them. Explained as a normal, if unusual, storm.

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A crate marked with the standard werewolf insignia of Snake's benefactors fell through the portal, containing various supplies and weaponry, far beyond that which could be normally found on Ocaeril.

"Snake, the one-way nature of your trip may actually be a blessing in disguise. If this world is closed off from the multiverse, we may very well be able to colonize it and completely sever ourselves from our current home universe, which, if our reports are correct, is all going to shit since all those alternate worlds appeared out of nowhere. Your standing orders are to explore this world and determine potential habitability, and, if possible, to construct a new box."
 
Farmer Joe: Conversational

Joe looks down upon the fiery wasteland of Port Royal and takes off his hat. And he throws grains to the wind.

"With the fall of the old, comes the new. Long may his reign be."

He looks towards the mainland where the deceased king's son awaited.

"A coronation must be made, and the Empire must continue. But first a memorial."

Joe turns the fused Gigaplunts into a giant statue of the deceased king with his eyes closed and a solemn face. Holding a sword in both hands with the blade facing down. Flowers bloomed across colossus as plants regrew in the ash, new nutrients made from the disaster.

"You served me well." He flew off.
 
The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.

The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.

The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.


...Is what they thought.



Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...

Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...

The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.

A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.

They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.

The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be

Wheel of Samsara

Second Circle of Rebirth

Creation of Heavenly Body


The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.

And then...

Crack

...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.

Flowers bloomed under him.

White skin, white hair...

Horns, a third eye on his forehead...

A calming and fatherly presence...

And...A wide smile on his face.


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"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"

THE WORLD GOES ON

SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET

OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN
 
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The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.

The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.

The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.


...Is what they thought.



Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...

Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...

The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.

A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.

They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.

The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be

Second Circle of Rebirth

Creation of Heavenly Body


The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.

And then...

Crack

...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.

Flowers bloomed under him.

White skin, white hair...

Horns, a third eye on his forehead...

A calming and fatherly presence...

And...A wide smile on his face.


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"So, is absorbing the soul of your enemy a thing you always could do, or is that new?"

THE WORLD GOES ON

SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET

OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN

Back in the hall of the gods, Ickol had yet to get up from where the Nightbringer illusion had knocked her down. She just stared up at the ceiling, her eyes dead and her smile frozen.

This was her life now, wasn’t it?

Then it happened. Ocaeril appeared again. And Ickol seemed to be animated by the sight, sitting up, and crying tears of joy. Er, curling up in a ball and making violent heaving motions, at any rate. And whispering ‘no’ over and over. She stayed like that for the rest of the cycle.
 
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The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.

The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.

The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.


...Is what they thought.



Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...

Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...

The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.

A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.

They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.

The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be

Wheel of Samsara

Second Circle of Rebirth

Creation of Heavenly Body


The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.

And then...

Crack

...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.

Flowers bloomed under him.

White skin, white hair...

Horns, a third eye on his forehead...

A calming and fatherly presence...

And...A wide smile on his face.


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"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"

THE WORLD GOES ON

SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET

OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN


Arceus calmly looked at Inqui before turning to Ocaeril and bluntly saying.

Must you be so dramatic? You didn’t even die.

Arceus sighed at Ocaeril’s odd antics absentmindedly thinking it must be some weird phase he’s going through. He turned to the one way portal he created and said out into the open.

Palkia! Could you please take care of that, I need to go check up on your brother in the distortion world real quick.

Suddenly a pinkish portal appeared from space and out came the Palkia master of space.
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Palkia spoke up in a distorted but definitely female voice that somehow echoed even in the emptiness of space.
Yes dad I’ll take care of that portal faster then you can sa-Wait what?
She turned to look at Ocaeril her eyes focused on him. She hasn’t actually spoken to Ocaeril although Mew has been fond of the god/technically sibling although Arceus regards him with pure apathy. Arceus simply sighed before saying.

Peed the hom...him no mind daughter, asides I need you to come to the Hall of Origin once you finish. I have a present for you afterall.

With that Arceus teleported although Palkia still remained focused on Ocaeril. The blank stare lasted for what seemed like a few minutes before she finally spoke.

Ummm...........Hi?”​
 
Helsa Action #3

The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.

The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.

The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.


...Is what they thought.



Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...

Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...

The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.

A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.

They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.

The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be

Wheel of Samsara

Second Circle of Rebirth

Creation of Heavenly Body


The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.

And then...

Crack

...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.

Flowers bloomed under him.

White skin, white hair...

Horns, a third eye on his forehead...

A calming and fatherly presence...

And...A wide smile on his face.


images


"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"

THE WORLD GOES ON

SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET

OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN


Helsa's insane laughter did seem to become slightly less insane at Ocaeril's return, but it was still extremely crazed. It was honestly kind of worrying. Her laughter continued until she vanished in a shroud of pitch-black energy.

She would reappear in the depths of a dark fortress, hidden on an island in the middle of the ocean. Her laughs eventually faded, a wide grin spreading across her face. There was something missing in her eyes.

Namely, sanity.

"Blackbellow, I know you're here." She called. "I have something for you!"

A moment passed. Then, two flaming eyes lit up in the darkness, as their owner stepped forward. Blackbellow, the Lich of Flame.

"What is it you deliver me, Goddess of Corruption?"

With a smirk, Helsa extended her power to her cultists, and sent them a single order. They would copy all the information they had gathered from across the world into multiple books, and take them all to a single location. Specifically, the location that she was currently at. They would hand the books over to Blackbellow.

"Knowledge. You are aware my cult has been gathering all the magical knowledge they can get, correct?" A nod from the lich. "I'm having my Cult deliver copies of all the information here for your use. As long as I can use it for myself."

"...that is...quite useful, Goddess of Corruption. I will need subjects to...test my research on, if I want true progress."

"Just use the cultists, I have more. Just make sure the results are useful.

"They will, Goddess of Corruption."

Helsa nodded, before vanishing in a burst of black light. Blackbellow waited for a second, before the flames of his eyes extinguished, sending the room into darkness once more.

"Yes...my research will be great indeed...."
 
Arceus calmly looked at Inqui before turning to Ocaeril and bluntly saying.

Must you be so dramatic? You didn’t even die.

Arceus sighed at Ocaeril’s odd antics absentmindedly thinking it must be some weird phase he’s going through. He turned to the one way portal he created and said out into the open.

Palkia! Could you please take care of that, I need to go check up on your brother in the distortion world real quick.

Suddenly a pinkish portal appeared from space and out came the Palkia master of space.
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Palkia spoke up in a distorted but definitely female voice that somehow echoed even in the emptiness of space.
Yes dad I’ll take care of that portal faster then you can sa-Wait what?
She turned to look at Ocaeril her eyes focused on him. She hasn’t actually spoken to Ocaeril although Mew has been fond of the god/technically sibling although Arceus regards him with pure apathy. Arceus simply sighed before saying.

Peed the hom...him no mind daughter, asides I need you to come to the Hall of Origin once you finish. I have a present for you afterall.

With that Arceus teleported although Palkia still remained focused on Ocaeril. The blank stare lasted for what seemed like a few minutes before she finally spoke.

Ummm...........Hi?”​

As Arceus spoke to him, Ocaeril gaze sharp gaze. It wasn't a mean one, nor one that was harmful or meaningful in any particular way or motion, but it was simply a gaze that did not show as much emotion and happiness as he saw Inqui. A part of him wanted to tell the god that it's simply how it works, and how he did technically die. But, Ocaeril, whole never having many good interactions with Arceus, knew enough that it was best not to reply to the god, and simply let him be. He wasn't heated up enough anymore to say something he might regret later.

Soon, however, Arceus called out to one of his children. Giratina. Ocaeril did in fact never met Giratina directly. He has heard stories of her by Mew, and how she is and acts. He even assumed her and Palkia's genders to be opposed to what they actually are. Of course, he doubts they actually have biological genders, given their appearences and creation, similarly to the Tailed Beasts, but...

He simply tilted his head, his third, and red eye staring directly at Palkia, analyzing her every move. An ancient part of him would have wished to beat her up just to spite Arceus, but...He's no longer that man. Instead, offering a small and respectful smile, Ocaeril nodded, his third eye soon looking at Inqui, seemingly not noticing Helsa, as she was still in space.

"Hello." He replied, his voice gentle and neutral. Nothing too friendly, to aggressive. Just a normal tone one would take. "You are...Palkia, yes? Mew has told me of you. You keep space in place, I believe? That's very useful, thank you for your services so far." Another nod, as he looked behind him, directly at Yimor's husk of a body. Perhaps this is why she is here?

"I won't get in the way of your services. As your father's co-worker, I know how he is with stuff like that." Of course, he is willing to help if she wishes to. But for now, it's best to play neutral and nice.

Ocaeril, did, however...Feel weird, as he couldn't feel Helsa's presence anywhere. Where was she...? Hopefully she was fine. Her broken laughter wasn't reassuring.

And Inqui...She certainly changed, didn't she? He was still waiting for a reply on her part, while he hopes Tiamat herself doesn't storm over in anger...He, ah, probably did worry her a lot. She probably felt things similar to what she did that day...And he can't forgive himself for it, principally after what she said...And Inqui too...Her emotions were pure. His head was down in shame. He knows he worried quite a bit of people for not explaining the extent of his powers. He can only hope they can forgive him.
 
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In space, Helsa's tendrils lashed out at the gods, dealing superficial damage to Kura and Tiamat, while Ickol horribly underestimated her own abilities and conjured forth a near perfect image of the Nightbringer, or at least a minor illusion of him, which didn't appear to be very well kept under her control. The immense black dragon blasted her with a plume of black flame before diving at the ground. The flames barely wounded her, being illusory, however the incomprehensibly proportioned night-dragon, nearly the size of Yimor himself, dived towards the planet, screeching and heading for Yimor it would seem, but not before loosing a few black projectiles at Kura, seeming to be particularly attracted to his golden hue. Meanwhile, on the planet's surface, Yimor is stuck by Kurantse's spears, failing to dodge but barely being effected, given the shredded state of his wings and dense armored crest covering his head. Port Royale burned almost instantaneously, Joe's gigaplunts being only seconds too late. Yimor's spear goes far and misses Inqui, while Corven heals the gods of some of their wounds, though it wasn't much help for Tiamat, who was knocked aside by a wave of fire unleashed by Yimor, searing away at her scales. Though she seemed to do considerable damage to the levitating dragon, who was knocked to the ground. He could not rise before Inqui was upon him. Her sword connected, and it barely even hurt. Yet somehow, some way, the blade depletes the last of his power, piercing his hide and cleanly impaling him in the center mass. He remained alive just long enough to say his last words, and see the illusion of Zyr circling overhead, blasting away at fleeing imperial ships with black lightning. And then, the dragon saw no more.


YIMOR DROTH ( Selee-01 Selee-01 ) HAS BEEN KILLED.


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but then...

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Yimor's hulking corpse began to glow, and yimor's thoughts did not quite cease. A sliver of consciousness remained. An essence of sorts, and said essence felt itself drawn away from its corporeal host and into something else. Inqui also began to glow, Ocaeril's world-spirit and the other deities witnessing as a beam of light shone from Yimor's dead eyes onto the slime goddess. She herself felt as she was enveloped in the light, which simultaneously comforted her and raked her mind with the incomprehensible and alien thoughts of the Light Dragon. There was, however, no physical pain as Inqui's body was stained a light shade of yellow, and parts of her slime began to crystallize into scale-like armor along her back, hands and feet. From the crystalline plate on her back, two watery wings emerged, made of liquid like the rest of her body but emitting a blinding light that briefly obscured her from the others' vision. Her now scaled feet formed talons of hardened, golden slime, and two similarly crystallized horns jutted out of her head. Her "clothes" were reabsorbed into herself, leaving the rest of her form mostly featureless and uniformly bright. Inqui's thoughts were interlaced with those of Yimor. She, in fact, was Yimor. Knowledge of the hall of light, of Arqa's history, of Zyr 'Abaoth and the horrors that he may soon sow upon the world, and of the legions of slumbering angelic beings waiting beneath the surface of Yimor's now barren and dark planet, and of what horrors lie below them. She felt emotions new to her. Fear was among them, another was some odd satisfaction at the widespread destruction, but like all emotions she felt now, they were strangely distant in a pleasant way, not overwhelming her as she was so used to. Still, deep within her subconscious, that unabsorbed fragment of Yimor lied in wait, mingling with All The World's Evil and making something far more dastardly. Igna stirred within the slimy goddess of heroes and light, empowered by that remnant which had so eagerly merged with her, though still under control, for now. The light emitting from Inqui-Droth faded, and among her first sights as this new being was the illusory black dragon circling above, and with a single thought of undiluted rage, a sunbeam struck and dissolved the illusion into mist, sparing those few imperial ships it had not already ravaged. Her spontaneous fury subsiding, the goddess of heroes and light turned to see her fellow deities, as well as the just barely visible spirit of the world.


INQUI REY HAS ABSORBED YIMOR DROTH. ALL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LATTER CHARACTER HAS TRANSFERRED INTO THE FORMER.

SPHERE GET: Light

ASPECTS GET: Energy, Lightning, Fire, Radiation, Electromagnetic Force

MIRACLES GET:

(All of these can be activated and deactivated at will.)

Bolt of Fire: A bolt of fire, ranging from a campfire to a nuke. Can be explained as a meteor.

Madness: Any mortal who gazes upon the form of the Dragon will go insane. A god won't go crazy, but it's not good to look at it for too long.

Burning Luminescence: Yimor'droth glows brightly enough to kill most organic life.

Mutation: Yimor'droth can mutate life through radiation, and cultivate those mutations. Explained as mere monsters.

Mind Alteration: Controls the mind of a living thing. Explained as insanity or brainwashing.

Exarch Creation: In the event of an Exarches demise, They can create a new one. Explained as a magician.

Madness Dreams: A passive effect, explained by "just being dreams". Has negative effects on the long-term sanity of anyone within it's range.

Electric Storm: An unnatural storm, created by Them. Explained as a normal, if unusual, storm.

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A crate marked with the standard werewolf insignia of Snake's benefactors fell through the portal, containing various supplies and weaponry, far beyond that which could be normally found on Ocaeril.

"Snake, the one-way nature of your trip may actually be a blessing in disguise. If this world is closed off from the multiverse, we may very well be able to colonize it and completely sever ourselves from our current home universe, which, if our reports are correct, is all going to shit since all those alternate worlds appeared out of nowhere. Your standing orders are to explore this world and determine potential habitability, and, if possible, to construct a new box."

Snake

Snake muttered an affirmative before opening the crate, taking a peek at whatever's inside. After that, he attempts to orientate himself, looking for any towns or settlements nearby.
 
After the end of the battle, as the world itself began to change and make anew, Tiamat can only observe every side, how it changes, then...

... A set of flowers birthed a new figure.

She's still in her dragonoid form, and pretty badly damaged. That would be what Ocaeril would know as she slowly walked to him. She adjusts her head to his level, trying to see if he had really returned. She still cannot speak, for she just lack words to think of the moment. It can be interpreted as a mother's worry, as well as some sadness for the world. Sound wise, it was a mix of growls from her burns and damage, and and whimpers of worry.

She's also apologizing for the damage that was done on the planet due to her giant form during the fight with Yimor.

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After the end of the battle, as the world itself began to change and make anew, Tiamat can only observe every side, how it changes, then...

... A set of flowers birthed a new figure.

She's still in her dragonoid form, and pretty badly damaged. That would be what Ocaeril would know as she slowly walked to him. She adjusts her head to his level, trying to see if he had really returned. She still cannot speak, for she just lack words to think of the moment. It can be interpreted as a mother's worry, as well as some sadness for the world. Sound wise, it was a mix of growls from her burns and damage, and and whimpers of worry.

She's also apologizing for the damage that was done on the planet due to her giant form during the fight with Yimor.

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Looking over at Tiamat, Ocaeril's frown seemed to have grown bigger. As she approached him, he let her look at him how much she wanted. An equally sad and worried expression at her wounds, his teeth gritting, as he placed a hand on her cheek. A sigh came from his lips, as closing his eyes, Ocaeril's hand glowed green, as slowly...Tiamat's wounds started to heal. The burns soon retracted, and so did her eyes, slightly, from looking at Yimor for too long. The energy he was using was...Quite amazing. It was mixed with Chakra, and seemed to heal her extremely quickly...

"Mom..." Heavy breaths came from his nose, as he seemed to do his best to not let emotions take him. But...Alas, he soon failed instantly after, as he pulled Tiamat close for a hug. His grip was tight, and he seemed...Sad and apologetic. Guilty, even. "I...I'm sorry. I made you worry. I'm fine, now. I'm here. Your little boy is here. I won't let you go again...I'm sorry I was too weak to protect you."

He passed a hand through her back, gently caressing her to try and calm her down. The clone on the top of her head seemed woozy, but was translating well enough. Though it did change appearances to Ocaeril's current one. "I truly died, but...It was my avatar that did so. My body is still fine. I won't leave you like that again, I promise. I'm sorry, mom."
 
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Snake

Snake muttered an affirmative before opening the crate, taking a peek at whatever's inside. After that, he attempts to orientate himself, looking for any towns or settlements nearby.


Solid snake saw smoke rising in the distance, likely from the chimneys of a small village. Meanwhile, in the crate, he found various survival supplies, tools, munitions, standard mission equipment really, along with a cardboard box, painted to resemble a wooden crate, so as to better blend in on a primitive world. There is also a compass located in the crate, which shows crate that the village is directly south.​
 

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