Chronology: Ultimate

Lilith
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Lilith was about to say something again but pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath, looking more upset then anything "I...I'm sorry I just really want to get out of here, I know everyone else here want's to as well but It's more of a problem for me at least. There's just a lot going through my head for a while now, not even counting everything I've been through personally so..." She stops before shaking her head and speaking up again. "I don't know I've just been thinking about a lot of stuff lately." After she said that she looks over to Megumin and asks if the could talk about something in private.

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Kameron Esters- Kameron Esters- (Caption Falcon)​
 
Came so far. Risked so much.

Those words defeated Megumin. She crumpled up then and there, stuffing her head into her dress. "We're all the multiverse has left. And we're trapped." She muttered, crawling to the tape recorder. "Why couldn't I just swallow my pride? I'm so sorry, everyone..." She pushed "play", but didn't bother to pay attention to its words. They were gonna die. That was all there was to it.

She sat in the corner, wondering if Kazuma and the others would be okay without her. If she had just been submissive, instead of headstrong, they would be free. Alive. "...I wish I wasn't such a fool..." She whispered, looking to the sky.

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Lilith
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Lilith wasn’t listening to the tape ether because she was just looking at Megumin who was sitting in the corner looking depressed, she didn’t know why but it made Lilith’s heart hurt to see someone who seemed to be so joyful become so anguished, so with that she felt like she had to do something about if no one else was paying any attention. She slowly floats over to her and attempts to speak to her. “Hey, I hate to step in but...can we talk about something?”

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Lilith
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Taking a seat next to her Lilith tries to cheer her up a bit.

"Look I know we don't know each other personally but I really hate to see you like this, or anyone for that matter, I don't think eating yourself up about the whole thing won't help and even if you got us into this situation you can still fin a way to get us out of it no matter how difficult it might be. I know it sucks to know you feel like you're a weight on people's shoulders because I've been there myself, even now it's still something that sticks with me, but we can still get through this."

A little later she rubs the back of her head and tries to talk about her own problems.
"By the way, I hope you don't mind if I tell you about something more...personal."

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Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch
Benedict would listen to Red Hoods story with intrigue even after being kicked away
“Ah, a terrible shame, where were their agents to protect them?“
He would ask Red Hood, if these people were so rich and powerful, why no bodyguards?
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"Jesus Christ kid, for the love of God, shut the hell up!"

Jason Todd's voice cut through the conversation the group was having like a searing hot knife. He stared down at Megumin specifically, his six foot tall body towering over her. "Like, seriously kid, just please. This entire damn time we've been here - literally every step of the way, no matter WHERE we visit, you're freaking out about something." He was pointing down at her now, his disgruntled tone and posture making it clear what kind of mood he was in. "Every time we get into the smallest, tiniest kind of issue, you're off to the side making things ten times worse by moping about, going on about how 'everything is your fault', when no, Megumin, none of this is your fault." He gestured around them with his arms. "Do you really think that this... ANY of this would have been stopped if you hadn't taunted the guy with the Messiah Complex? Do you honest to God believe that he cares about what some kid in a cheap Halloween costume has to say?"

Jason was well aware that his words probably stung the girl. Hell, he knew that they did. But she really needed this kind of wakeup call. He knew that now that they were here. "Literally, I guarantee, there is NOTHING any of us could have done to prevent this. I mean, look at the suspicious fucking tape recorder! And where we were placed, the puzzles you YOURSELF had to solve! Is it so hard to believe that maybe these dudes are assholes with agendas and premeditated plans? That maybe, just maybe, you're actually making things worse by constantly freaking out when some mustache twirling villain strokes their ego a bit? Have you ever stopped for a second and thought about that?"



With has rant over, the tape had finally been popped into the tape recorder, and the words began to spill out. The voice that spoke to you all was... eerily calm. It was deep and menacing, accompanied by heavy breathing that indicated some kind of underlying issue. Before the voice started to even play, though, the first thing you all heard was the loud screeching of a crow.

"How many bones will you crush? How many lives will you all destroy in pursuit of what you call justice?" The voice asked over the speakers of the tape recorder. Jason stood to the side, having fallen completely silent. Leo hadn't even been able to properly answer Sage before the voice rang out, instead only having offered him a nod and a thumbs up in return. "You... are the product of everything you fear. Violence... darkness... HELP-LESS-NESS." That last word was spoken in a loud whisper, broken up with sharp, short breaths from whoever was speaking onto the tape. Those of you with more keen eyes would notice that the alleyway began to be filled with a gas of some sort. Then, finally, the source of the voice manifested himself before you.

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"All that remains is for you to face your fears...

And to be CONSUMED by them."

Without warning, Jason reached into his jacket and produced one of his red Batarangs, throwing it in the hooded man's direction. However, he merely disappeared in a burst of thick, black smoke before it even had a chance to strike him. And then, the next thing you heard, was a horrifying shreek.

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"AAAAHHHHH!!! G-GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!!"

The scream came from none other than Leonardo Watch, who appeared to be literally terrified of something. That thing, though, was unseen. In fact, it looked like he was only screaming at thin air. And then, finally, that's when the gas began to take its effect on you as well. One by one, no matter how potent your body was, or resistant it was to toxins, you all began to see the same thing... figuratively speaking, at least.

In front of you all, your greatest fears had manifested before you.

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He didn't have time to react. He didn't have time to understand what's going on- all he heard was screaming, all he heard was the discussion between Jason and Megumin- and then...The feeling of something gaseous coming straight into his body. His eyes widened, as instantly, Kyou attempted to place a hand over his mouth, his soul flaring once more as flames danced around him, trying to burn the toxin away with their heat, but...He was too slow. Or rather, he just didn't have the tools to impede the toxins of whatever that fuck was to enter his body. He couldn't risk burning the air around him with this many people here to get rid of the toxins that moved through the air, as such...

As Kyou's eyes turned a bright orange, he fell on the ground, coughing.

'T...This is...!'


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It felt disgusting. He could feel his brain tingling. His soul and Yamata reacting to the fear of toxins. It was like his very soul started to crackle- the initial flame suddenly caught by a strong wind in a cold, cold night. His first instinct was to try and throw up, use his soul and heat to burn up the toxins from his bloodstream, and even then...Yamata, being bound to his soul, was somewhat affected by it as well. Shared senses- shared thoughts. Shared sensations. Yamata was seeing what Kyou was seeing, and while he could tell what was real or not, he could see through his host's eyes.

Yamata No Orochi was an ancient, ancient dragon. Probably older then many, if not everyone currently here. Born from the blood and hatred from the gods. The feelings of fears and doubt mankind had for Youkai. He was unwanted just as he was divine. He was a kami yet with no followers. He was Yamata No Orochi, the dragon who so blind in his hunger and rage for a world and「existence」that rejected him, who never truly feared anything.

Yet, even so, as the edge of Kyou's vision became orange and cracked like glass, he could see「him.」

There was no dramatic formation. He didn't appear out of thin air, he wasn't formed by air, or by the toxins, or anything nearby- he was just there. A being that was etched deep into Kyou's memories. Someone who caused him to be who he is today. Someone who stole people he loved from him. Someone who stole his parents. Someone who was older then he was by billions of years. The one man he truly hated. The one man he made sure to seal away. Who he never wanted to see again, along with every other kami and human on the planet who died fighting him.




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AMENOMINAKANUSHI
ETERNAL HEART OF THE UNIVERSE

And with soft words, the first Kami smiled.

"Hello, balance breaker."

And without a single word- fire surrounded Kyou. It seemed to be attached, clawing at his skin as he summoned his own fire from his soul to heat up his body temperature. He didn't care if his clothes burned off- he knew his skin would at least be fine with his fire immunity. He needed to get out and save others.

NOW.​
 





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    Aloy had tried to fight off the silent but somehow weird gas. But it failed and somehow Aloy was sitting in a cage hanging over the Sun arena, the one that was supposed to kill anyone in sight.
    But the setting was even worse this time.

    Her world was dark and the storm was brewing and Helis stood over Aloy's cage getting ready to drop her in the arena while her horrified friends watched in horror.

    Helis had won this fight...

    Aloy wouldn't give the "Sun" god the pleasure of hearing her scream.

    But this was the twisted version of her fears manifested.

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Benrey​
Well, looks like Cap started an argument, with the majority.... or everyone else scolding the man, but he didn’t really care about that, as someone activated the Tape recorder and from there, a pretty intimidating response came from inside the thing. But he didn’t give a single shit about it, as he continued looking around his environment, before seeing a hooded man standing that disappeared into a cloud of smoke, as a strange gas began filling the place. But then, a random person from their group screamed from fear about something, to which he looked around for something, seeing nothing. But as soon as he looked back, he found himself in not only a new environment, but without his allies as well..... something that is very familiar to him: 178A3AD3-3D03-45CC-8AAE-2DFF45EAD628.jpeg
“What the..... how did I get here.......?” as he quickly looked around....... before hearing something he didn’t want to hear in a million years.
“HELLO BENREY!”​
And standing there, was the most scariest being known in the multiverse. A creature scary enough that even he fears it, and is even more powerful than Benrey in his full strength. A being that accompanied the others who went and stopped his reign over the dimension time and time again each loop..... it was none other than..... 88048A45-357F-47EB-9AD0-8AC8DF247E09.jpeg
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As soon Benrey saw this man, he froze in fear, as the first hint of emotion showed on his face, a permanent form of fear taped right on his face, before Benrey began screaming loudly, like this:
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He went like this for a while, not doing much except scream loudly and annoyingly.
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Gretar​
The same events happens for Gretar, but the effect of the gas was much different on him, for he began seeing another environment, a small battlefield from a battle long long ago in his prime.......
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It was a recalling of a old battle he fought at 34, the purpose being to recapture the fort from enemy hands. He can remember the screams.... the sounds of metal clashing with each other and flesh being slashed and bashed apart occasionally. Words and battle cries were thrown around between the enemy forces, as the two forces were the Vikings and the Samurai:
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Screams and different languages clashes with each other, never seeming to end, before suddenly going to a halt, as the sounds of combat were the only ones he can hear behind him. Looking behind hun, he saw a figure fighting against two of his...... long gone friends... the first being Jackal, a Raider who fought for his friends and was loyal to them to the end. A small voice inside his head, one he hear so long ago, from the storyteller, began telling about the raider:
"Sometimes a viking is born who carries the spark of gods: Raiders, we call them. It is a name that can summon armies. Ruthless, fearless, made for battle. The Dane Axe was the mightiest weapon of our ancestors; they wield it without mercy. The moment of a viking's death is chosen by fate. So what use have they of armor? Or of fear?"
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Another of his friends..... a Highlander, whose name goes by Leon..... a man wielding the largest great sword in existence, who only fought for his people, but made some friends along the way.
"Like the rocks that break the waves, Highlanders have weathered many storms. Ancient alliances kept their lands but their owes have come due. They join our war out of obligation but they are not to be underestimated. Their claymore is the heaviest sword ever wielded. It can cut down even the most armored warrior. The elements battering their lands have made them strong. War has made them deadly."
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Those two...... they shouldn’t be alive.... but if he recalls this place correctly..... then he knew what would happen next. After some time, he saw his two allies fall, slain by the same mysterious figure, the same one he was defeated by all those years.... the same one who he dreaded to meet and hoped that he would have never seen again.... him:
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“他の二人と違って生き残れるかどうか見てみましょう。”​
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As the samurai got into a fighting position, waiting for Gretar to do the first strike. No..... this shouldn’t be possible.... no..... no..... NO! Gretar let out a loud scream full of rage as he charged the figure, trying to slam his hammer onto his head, only for the figure to dodge and try to strike Gretar while he was distracted. Using his hammer to quickly block the blow, a small battle commenced, as the both of them slowly turned in a circle like pattern, not giving the other a chance for a free attack.
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Lilith
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"That...was unnecessary." Lilith said after Jason had an outburst out of nowhere, but that was going to be the least of everyone's worries because a creepy voice came from the tape recorder. While everyone was listening a strange gas started to engulf everyone and one by one everyone would find themselves in their worst fears.

Lilith vision was blurry at first with the sound of laughing, that immediately started to set off a ton of her red flags, soon enough her vision started to straighten out and she found herself in a dark classroom with several people laughing at her...that looked like this.

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The laughing felt like it was ringing in her ears and it echoed through out the room, Lilith felt like she was tearing up but she was still trying her best to find her way out. She thought that the best idea was to find the cassette tape and destroy it, she just had to fight her was through her fears first.

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Delsausage took a big phat whiff of that stanky fear air, closed his eyes, and expected the worst. But when he opened his eyes, he didn't feel any different...except he couldn't move He looked down at himself. He was still a hotdog. The hotdog's greatest pain and fear was remaining a hotdog: a hotdog that could not hop. If this had happened long ago, Delsausage would've actually felt something, but since he's been living that for a year, he was mostly unaffected. He only felt perpetual fear and pain as he only let out a tortured screech. In his pain, he rolled until he got stomped on by some random person, so that they could end his pain.
 

Soma Cruz & Shanoa

Something happened and everyone has gone mad when the gas starts to takes its effect, including both Soma and Shanoa.


  • Shanoa would see herself in a different but familiar place; a mineshaft, somewhere underground in the Mystery Manor. "This...This place is..." As she realized, she heard someone calling out her name. She turns around to see a familiar face.

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    "Hello, Shanoa, glad to see me again?" Albus, researcher of the Ecclesia, and a childhood friend of Shanoa's who had to be taken down...only to realize that his actions have a purpose. "Albus? Is that you? No, this must be some sort of illusion. I...I killed you, didn't I?" Shanoa is at a lost due to the shock. "Yes, indeed you have slayed me. But now, it is my turn to return the favor." He said as he aims his gun at Shanoa. "Albus, wait-!" Shanoa has broken out of her emotionless persona as Albus pulls the trigger. Shanoa makes a swift dodge, but doesn't bother to attack back. "Albus, stop! This isn't you! I have already killed Dracula for your sake!" She begged. "I know, but did you think that you've FULLY killed him?" Albus asked as he kept firing more shots for Shanoa to avoid. "Albus, I don't...I don't want to fight you! Albus, stop!" She continues to beg from there on.


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Megumin continued to lay on her belly, looking completely sluggish. "All I want to do is be a good party member." She muttered. "And it felt good to challenge Wesker at first, I'm still a little proud of myself for doing it, but then I remembered how powerful he was, and...eep." She looked around miserably. "I'd love to fix this mess, but I don't know how."

Then the ghost left her alone for a while, returning after that while to offer Megumin a personal secret. Before she could accept, however, Jason lost his temper.

As a good party member should, she let him beat her down with his words. "I...I..." Cheap Halloween costume? Freaking out irrationally? Stroking egos? No, no, that...was that really what she was doing in their eyes? "...Jason, does that mean I've been a bad party member?"

Before she could respond further, however, a hooded man scolded them for the bones that broke on their watch. The group would then be sprayed with some sort of pleasant-smelling cloud, and when the cloud subsided enough for Megumin to see again?

"Jason?...Lillith, Falcon...?" Megumin slowly got up, looking around desperately. The alley was now devoid of people, save for herself, and surrounded by trees.

"Hello? Rex? Sora? Sage? Alexis?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she scaled the fence herself.

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"A-a-anybody?"

The cloud of yellowish stuff circled around the little hare from the outside as well, and the next thing he knew, everyone was freaking out.

"Boy, get sprayed with a little guck, and we all go apeshit. Ain't that right, Polly?" Lucky briefly laid on the shoulder of an avian friend parked next to him, only to do a double take and release a little scream.

Because "Polly" was a big, healthy, hungry red-tailed hawk.

"GAH!" Lucky jumped backwards, but the bird simply took steps forward, snickering. His tail shifted between his legs. His apex predator, clear and present! He was helpless as it pinned him down by the neck, forcing him to release the classic rabbit distress cry! "EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE! EEE!" This was it!

"No it isn't, Lucky!"

Lupé, the ever amazing rat, came through. "Think about it, Lucky! Helpless! Darkness! Whoever was just here only wants you to give in!"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?!" Lucky protested, snarling desperately. "This bitch is at the top of the food chain!"

"Lucky, this is nothing more than a drug high! Think about it! This strange smog, and now you're toe to toe with your apex predator? Come on, if you let this bird take you down, Ganondorf wins! By extension, TOFFEE WINS!"

Lucky stopped to breathe, looking the bird dead in the eyes. The hawk's expression didn't change, but Lucky's did. His jaw closed, allowing his lips to tighten as his eyes narrowed. Though his heart still pounded, he could feel it beginning to produce adrenaline. As terrifying as it was to be face-to-face with your biggest predator, Lupé could not be argued with. "...I'm glad you're me mind assistant, Lassie!"

"Likewise!" Lupé started to tug on his controls. "Now, let's fight this fear!"

Lucky started by pulling the hawk's talons away from his neck, then reaching up to bite its chest. The bird responded with several pecks to his face, producing more rabbit screeches of distress, but he managed to shut himself up, and was soon pushing the bird onto its back!
 

  • Some strange hooded man appeared. Lealan wondered if it was a friend or foe, but Jason attacked and answered that question. Gas quickly filled the alleyway, warping the world around her. In a cloud of darkness, Crime alley faded away, and was replaced.

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Sir Benedict Cucumberpatch
Josh would grab Benedict tightly in fear as the scary man spoke, talking about how we are the product of what we fear.....the man did have a point, what drove everyone in this ragtag group, justice? Desire to be recognized? Money? Who knows.....all Benedict knew now was that a strange gas filled the room......and caused others to start shrieking and screaming, this confused Benedict, until.......until he saw........him.......
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Edmund......appearing right before his eyes, except much more menacing
“I-I have! I have uh.....defeated you! I’m standing up for myself! BOO!“
He would say before burning a large wad of cash, dancing around like a ghost
“OOOOOOH Scaaaaaaaaary!“
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!“
Benedict would scream in utter terror as he grabbed onto Josh as well.
“Back you vile beast! Begone!“
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@ everyone else​
 
Upon handing the papers back to Sora, which he took, Red Hood says two names could be behind this. Those being Crane and Scarecrow. “Huh? Who are they?” Sora wouldn’t get an answer, but instead a man in a Hood shows up and releases toxins in the area, effecting everyone there. Sora included.

“What’s- going... on.?” He said lowly. Soon, he and Rex would find themselves unaware as to where they are now. But what they see and what place they're in, is another question.


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--Hiryu Kakogawa || Whisper The Wolf--
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  • Sudden, yellow gas fills the area. A shriek was heard, coming from Leo. Hiryu tried to pinch his nose as to not inhale more of the gas. However, he soon had to let go as he saw what would be his greatest fear--his greatest source of anger for his quest for vengeance.

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    A clock faced man stands before Hiryu, holding what seems to be a sword with a clockhand on it. On his feet were two familiar figures, battered and minced, despite his blade not having a single drop of blood, Hiryu knew what had happened.

    "N-No...No..." Hiryu shook his head, shivering as his steps back. He gritted his teeth, "SOUGO!!!" He roared, charging at the Rider, who quickly stepped to the side, causing Hiryu to trip.

    "Y̶o̶u̵ ̴b̸l̸a̷m̴e̶d̵ ̴y̴o̴u̶r̵s̴e̸l̴f̸ ̷f̵o̶r̵ ̸t̵h̴i̴s̵,̴ ̵h̸a̷v̵e̸n̷'̵t̴ ̵y̷o̷u̵?̵" The man spoke in a rather distorted voice spoke as he could feel someone step on his back. "I̶t̴'̷s̵ ̵n̶o̵t̴ ̶y̷o̵u̴r̸ ̷f̸a̸u̶l̷t̷.̷.̶.̴B̵u̶t̷ ̴i̶t̶'̸s̵ ̷c̸e̷r̷t̶a̸i̵n̸l̸y̴ ̸n̶o̷t̵ ̶m̴i̴n̶e̴,̵ ̴e̷i̴t̶h̵e̸r̷.̸"

    "No! This is all your fault!" Hiryu struggled, trying to outpower Sougo's foot. "If...If you weren't on that bus...Then...Then...!"

    ".̵.̶.̴F̷o̴r̸g̸e̵t̵ ̶a̴b̵o̸u̶t̷ ̶i̶t̶.̵" 'Sougo' says, "O̶n̶c̷e̵ ̵y̷o̴u̶ ̶f̷o̸r̶g̶e̵t̸ ̸a̵b̵o̷u̴t̷ ̵t̴h̵e̴m̴ ̵a̷n̶d̴ ̵m̴o̸v̴e̵ ̴o̸n̶,̵ ̴y̷o̵u̷ ̸c̷a̷n̶ ̷f̷i̶n̷a̵l̸l̴y̷ ̴b̵e̷ ̴h̶a̵p̴p̷y̷.̴.̷.̶R̶i̵g̵h̶t̶?̵" He says as he got off of Hiryu, transforming his sword into a gun.


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    JYU!​

    "What do you know?! You haven't lost a single thing in your goddamn life!" Hiryu groaned, trying to stand up but was met with a gunshot to his leg, feeling his leg blast into pieces, causing him great agonizing. "AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

    "̶.̵.̸.̵G̴e̷e̸z̸,̴ ̸y̵o̷u̸'̷r̵e̵ ̴t̵o̸o̵ ̴s̸t̴u̷b̴b̶o̸r̵n̵.̵.̷.̶" 'Sougo' sighs, walking over to the dead bodies of what was once his parents. "M̸u̴s̵t̷ ̸I̵ ̴d̷o̶ ̵e̴v̵e̶r̷y̷t̵h̸i̸n̸g̸ ̷t̷o̶ ̴m̸a̴k̸e̶ ̸e̸v̸e̸r̵y̴o̴n̶e̷ ̶h̴a̴p̶p̷y̸?̴" He said as he aimed his gun at Hiryu's parents, whom he both lack their ashes nor given a proper funeral.

    "N-no...Please, don't...!" Hiryu pleaded, crying almost as 'Sougo' started shooting at Hiryu's already parents, disfiguring them more and more with each shot he fired. All that can be heard after that was the loud wailing of a grieving young man.
 
Lilith
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As the room started to get darker and darker the laughing creatures started to slowly fuse together until Lilith was floating in a black void and there was a huge red monster with multiple smiles across it's body with the main one having razor sharp that looked like they could shatter diamonds, at this point Lilith was starting to shed a few tears but it didn't stop her, instead she got up and took a deep breath before summoning a bunch of spirits.
"No...not this time."
The two of them processed to go into an all out brawl with Lilith's spirit's lighting up the dark abyss ever so slightly, this could be her chance to finally concur her fears.​
 

  • "WHERE IS EVERYONE?" Megumin whined, failing to navigate the newly minted dark woods. Try as she might, she couldn't even hear them! All her friends were gone!

    "B...but, why? Or should I say, what was the breaking point?" She pondered miserably. "Was it when I got upset with Jason for being mind controlled, and threatened to quit the team? Was it when I barely lifted a finger to help Ruby when she was dying? For my failure to stop Jerome or Toga?" The tears in her eyes thickened as her mind faced the inevitable. "No...it's because I kept being selfish and blaming everything on myself. Not to mention acting like the big shot, when I'm only even a part of the MPF because of sheer luck. Jason got sick of me..." She folded up by a tree. "...And now I'll never see him again..."

    There were noises all around her, and she minimized herself, cold and vulnerable.
 
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As soon as Jason saw the hooded figure, he knew what was coming. The toxins going through his nostrils, filling his lungs. He knew Scarecrow all too well. He was one of Batman's more recognizable enemies, after all. At this point, all Red Hood did was wait for the toxins to take effect. It's all he could do, really.

And soon enough, they did.

The lights that had once lit up the alleyway shut off completely, shrouding Jason in complete and utter darkness. He looked around for a moment, until finally, a singular light lit up the area. Except, no longer was he in the alleyway where Bruce Wayne's parents had met their untimely demise. No... no, instead, he was in an abandoned warehouse. An empty warehouse with nothing but him, a bloodied crowbar, and...

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"So... let's begin our first lesson of the day, shall we?"

Him.

The Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime. The Jester of Genocide. The Original Red Hood....

Yeah, he had a lot of nicknames.

The evil clown bellowed out his trademark, sickening laugh as he strolled passed Jason, swinging the crowbar in his hand. All Jason could do was watch as The Joker walked right passed him, not paying him any mind. He merely swung the metal crowbar in his hand as if it were a cane or an umbrella, right towards another area of the warehouse. A part that had just been lit up by another light.

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"Nnngh... hnnngh..."

It was him. From a lifetime ago, sure. It had been years since he'd put on that damned costume. But, through his own eyes, Jason saw himself, lying on the floor, bloodied and already beaten to a pulp. The Joker casually strolled over to his side with that all too familiar smile on his face, as he swung the crowbar in his hand, casually catching it in the other.

"Oh, and don't mind the bloody puddle! I haven't had a chance to mop!" The Joker said as he stood over the past Jason's nearly lifeless body. Slowly, Jason watched himself turn around onto his back and look up at the sadistic clown. Joker stared right on back down, his gaze unrelenting. "Lesson One: ALWAYS brush and floss after every meal!" With that, Joker took the first swing of the crowbar, and it struck the younger Jason right in the jaw. The crowbar sent a few teeth flying, as well as a fair amount of saliva that had been mixed in with blood. Jason coughed as Joker casually walked over him, still holding onto the crowbar. "After all, you might just lose a few teeth! Heh!"

The Joker continued his fucked up life lessons, each time taking another swing at his body. Jason watched from the sidelines as each hit broke another bone, ruptured another internal organ, or punctured another one of his lugs. Teeth, blood, and puke were all splattered all over the floor in a puddle beneath the younger Jason within the span of five minutes. And five minutes of watching himself getting beaten to death was all it took for Jason to raise his gun and aim it at Joker's head, and pull the trigger.

BANG!

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And that was really all it had taken, in the end. A single bullet to Joker's brain.

Jason was never afraid of The Joker, though. That's what some people never understood. The Joker was human. Just like Dent, Cobblepot, Scarecrow, and the damn Condiment King. He was human. Made up of the same flesh, bone, and organs that anyone else was. And he knew Batman tried to save him. He spent a lot of time being angry at Bruce, but Jason had long since forgiven him. He'd tried his best, and Jason knew that. No, Jason's fear was much deeper than some sadistic clown or Bruce's failure to save him.

The hallucination continued on, as Jason stared on at the scared little boy, who was currently dressed up in a bright yellow cape, and a green and black suit. The one who was laying there in a pool of his own blood, sobbing and tied up. The hallucination continued to show him that image on a loop. Not Joker, not Bruce...


But himself.

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B.J. Blazkowicz​

Right after activating the generator and refilling his LKW, something else was now occurring. Something that had sent them to a different location entirely. A place aptly named "Crime Alley." Jason Todd had recognized this place, and judging by his reaction, it wasn't anything good. As Captain Falcon took to disrespecting the dead, Blackowicz sighed against the wall. "Things just have a way of turning sour as soon as you think you can catch a breather." His point was only further proven when a green gas rolled into the alleyway.

B.J. drew a Schockhammer, scanning the cloud for the assailant... But then an entranceway had opened up in the cloud of gas. It was too dark to make out its contents, so Blazkowicz cautiously stepped through. As he did, the darkness further enveloped him, and soon all was silent... Until the click of a lighter brought his attention. Blazkowicz could only gawk at the man, who was none other than his father: Rip Blazkowicz.

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B.J. took a step closer to who he once thought was deceased. "Dad..?" His voice was no longer heavy and worn, but shrill and weak. He suddenly felt weightless, looking down at his body to see his arsenal vanished. When Rip rose from the seat, he was the giant man that terrorized his childhood. B.J. Blazkowicz was 12 years old again. And as the monster towered over him, he felt a fear supposed to have been buried for decades. Rip sneered down at him, walking over to the only window in the pitch black void, basking in the sunlight.

"I did my damn hardest with you; I gave my fuckin' all to keep our home, to pay the bills, to make sure you had a chance to get education. When you ran off to fight against a better cause for God knows why, Zofia and I were waitin' for you, boy." He flicked the cigar out the window, casting a side-eye toward B.J. "And 10, 20 fuckin' years later you come back, and this is how you fuckin' show thanks?!" He pointed into the darkness, where the memory of digging his hatchet into his old man's heart played out.

B.J. shook his head. There was no way to reason with a monster.

Rip glared him right in the eye. "I was wrong at the time, boy; thought you were done for. That you were beyond my reach. But because I'm your damn father, there's still one last thing I need to try to straighten you out!" He grabbed his double-barreled shotgun off the wall, walking off into the void. He returned, dragging bags of all sizes behind him. "I've been meanin' to ask: What the fuck are these things you now work with?" Rip untied one of the smaller bags, letting a battened and weak Lucky fall to the floor.

"Lucky?" B.J. darted over to the rabbit, kneeling over his teammate.

Rip scoffed. "It's not even a goddamn normal rabbit! You need to learn not to get attached to such morbid things, else you'll fail in the actual world!" He tore the bag off another body. Rip wasn't even trying to hide his disgust as Blake's ears twitched. "You shouldn't even be feelin' a shred of remorse for this abomination! Barely spoke to 'er, anyway! And what in God's name gave you the idea to accept this nasty sub-human as someone like us?" Rip moved to the others with bags on their hands, but retracted his hand. "Know what, two is good 'nuff for me to teach ya."

When witnessing his father put both hands on the shotgun, B.J. snapped. He tried tackling his father, reaching his punches for the old man's head. His 12-year-old body only allowed for his hands to reach the stomach, though. Rip grabbed B.J. by his throat, raising into the air with a look of utter disdain. "Guess we're doin' this again, boy." Rip pulled in a very familiar table, forcing B.J.'s hands over it as he tied them with rope.

"No... No! Stop it! Let me go!" B.J. yelled.

"Finger on the trigger." Rip wedged the shotgun between the child's hands, standing beside his son and anticipating the kill. "This time, I'll make sure you don't miss! Now, boy, which filthy, impure blood will you spill? Ah, Christ, what does it matter, you got two shots in that gun for a reason! Do me proud for once in your goddamn life!"

B.J. finger trembling over the cold metal, looked between his two allies, despair filling his eyes. Things will always end better than they began. Ain't that still right, Mama?
 
Chronology: Ultimate
DR ALEXIS KUROKI
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AETHER: 50%
PHYSICAL CONDITION: Crying
MENTAL CONDITION: Angry, Confused, Broken
LOCATION: Crime Alley, Gotham City
COLOR: #E1914F

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POST
With the flames dying down thanks to the help of Sage’s constructs and Kyou’s ice breath, Alexis breathed a sigh of relief. She congratulated the two other pyromancers that assisted her in the endeavor, glad to have all the help. “Great job, boys! A little fire is no match for the three of us.”

Now that the threat of imminent burning for everyone else was gone, Sage decided to celebrate his accomplishment by tackling Leo with a hug. It was really good to see Sage making friends with kids his age, even with all that was going on. Alexis sincerely hoped that Sage and Leo’s friendship would hold steady, and that the former would be able to learn to trust that others wouldn’t fear him as he learned to control his powers.

What’s more was that someone managed to restart the generators, lighting up the eerie camp. For a brief moment, Alexis could see some of the carnage that the those exploring the outside of the cabin have created. It was certainly no fireside barbeque that caused the forest fire. As she tried to take in the scene, a bright light lit up Alexis’s vision, forcing her to clamp her eyes shut and stagger into a wall. For some reason, this flash of light was making Alexis dizzy and before long, the kitsune fell unconscious before she even hit the ground.

When Alexis woke again, she was assaulted by the smell of garbage, smoke, urine, and smog. It was the unpleasant odor of a city’s most run down districts. It didn’t take long for the kitsune to spring up to her feet, eager, to get off of the filthy, grime-coated floors of the so-called “Crime Alley” they were in. She didn’t need Jason’s warning to know that this place was not the safest real estate, but the mention of being locked in with so-called “supervillains” didn’t exactly bode well with the kitsune. Alexis’s motherly instinct made her wrap a tail around Sage and pulled him in close for his protection as she lit an orange flame on the tip of one of her tails to ward off the chilly night breeze. “I don’t like it here one bit...”

The clear chalk outline of two figures on the ground didn’t help with the ominous atmosphere of the alley. Sure, it may have been something out of an old cop show, but it still meant that there were people who died here… and relatively recently for the chalk to have not been washed away. However, after a little argument and scuffle between Captain Falcon and Jason, the latter elaborated that the people that died were supposedly murdered decades ago. That was… strange, but Alexis chose not to question it too much, and rather, focused on Megumin’s breakdown.

The poor girl was worried out of her mind thanks to Wesker, and Alexis couldn’t blame her. For a child to handle all of this was more than Alexis could possibly ask her children. The kitsune really wondered why the MPF would recruit a child of all people to join their ranks. While Alexis could give the benefit of the doubt to Megumin’s abilities, children were the hardest to work with… if you didn’t brainwash them and train them very specifically… While Alexis was glad that Megumin wasn’t transformed into a child soldier—seeing Abaddon and Gabrielle was enough proof that no child should ever be raised to fight wars—it also meant that she was just as emotionally volatile as a young teenager. That said, the kitsune felt that Jason’s reaction was far too harsh, though she understood that he wasn’t current in the best state of mind either. “Megumin, I know Wesker seems like a terrifying threat with an unlimited reach, but he isn’t omnipotent. As powerful as he seems, there is a way to defeat him. You can think of it like this: if we panic and despair, we may as well let Wesker win right now. We can’t lose hope. You can’t lose hope. Everyone makes mistakes, but we won’t fix it with tears. Help get us out of this situation, and don’t be afraid to ask for help. We need everyone we can get to defeat Ganondorf.”

Despite Alexis’s speech, her words fell flat thanks to the ominous voice that rang out through the alley, taunting the MPF group and saying that he will make everyone face their fears. Alexis was about to brush off the man, but then Leo began to scream as a black smoke began to fill the alleyway. The kitsune attempted to create a barrier of Aether to block it out, but it was too late, she already breathed some in by the time the shield went up. She heard the screams of the people beside her and she couldn’t help but fear the anticipation of her fear.

So what was Alexis Kuroki afraid of? Death? Far from it. She’d gladly lay down her life for her family when it came down to it. Was she afraid of the Deities within her coming loose and taking complete control of her body? To a certain extent. However, she knew that there were people who could stop those Deities, even if they pooled together all their powers. The only thing she was afraid of in such a scenario was if the Deities hurt her family… And that was it, wasn’t it?

Alexis’s greatest fear was losing her family.
Scenes began to flash through her mind as tears began to build at the corners of Alexis’s eyes. The first was of her husband, Zachariah Tenshi, standing in front of her… with another woman in his arms. She couldn’t make out the worlds as she flared in anger, but she knew what was being said. He didn’t love Alexis anymore, and he was going to leave her for this new woman. In the same breath, she could hear contempt fill his voice as he spoke about her in ways she never heard him speak before. A clingy whore, a pyromaniac wench with a nonexistent temper, a piece of kitsune trash. Through her tears, or perhaps it was through the illusion, Alexis couldn’t even tell what the woman looked like, but what did it matter how pretty she was? Would it make her feel any better that her husband chose another woman because she was more attractive than Alexis? No. What mattered was that in front of her was her husband, the man that she loved, trusted, and knew for hundreds of years, now hated her, betrayed her trust, and done things she never thought he was capable of.

It was her worst fear, but her grief soon transitioned into a deadly half-breed of sorrow and anger. Her tails burst into flames as she tried to shout back at Zachariah and return each insult with one of her own… but she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to curse him the way he just cursed at her. All she could say as the tears poured down her cheeks was: “IF YOU DON’T WANT ME ANYMORE, LEAVE!!!”

Alexis could feel the man she no longer recognized as her husband smile as he pulled off his wedding band and erased it from existence. With a joyful, relieved smile, the man had the audacity to leave one final insult as he called Alexis by his nickname for her, “If you say so…Foxy.”

The kitsune roared in rage in between her sobs as she attempted to throw a fireball at him, but as the fiery orb approached, Zachariah and his consort disappeared into thin air. It was an illusion… but it didn’t make it any less painful. It was then that Alexis heard her name being called out by a child’s voice. It was her child!

Spinning around, Alexis saw all nine of her children running towards her, with expressions of horror and betrayal on their faces. They screamed for their mother as they tried to escape an unseen threat. Even with the brutal betrayal Alexis just suffered, she had to at least protect her children now that their father was gone. “Kids! Don’t worry, mommy is here! I will protect y-”

Alexis’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced her eldest son, Joseph’s heart. She was frozen in the sudden realization as three more arrows pinned Joseph’s twin brother and younger sisters, Jacob, Rachel, and Rebekah, into the wall behind Alexis. It was then that Alexis screamed with an unknown mixture of pure maternal rage and agony, as the realization that her children were dying set in. She channeled as much Aether as she could into a flaming beam as she fired it towards the haze where the arrows came from. When the flames lit up the darkness, Alexis realized her mistake too late.

The fire pierced through the assailant, revealing a heavily tattooed woman with raven black hair wielding a bow. Gabrielle. The woman glared at Alexis as she fell to her knees uttering one last accusatory phrase before she died, “I guess you weren’t any better than Michelle after all...”

There wasn’t any time to mourn the deaths of those who died, as two beasts pounced on Alexis’s next two children, Asher and Barnabas. Instinctual, flames came quick upon the two, but not before the revealed wolf and lion tore her sons apart. As the two beasts burned, they turned into two girls, one was the innocent looking-redhead huntress, Elissa Tähtinen, and the other, the blonde wisecracking adventurer, Malibu Thorne. They were like children to Alexis, so much so that the children they just slew thought of them as elder sisters.

As the two girls’s flesh burned away and their faces contorted in agony, the redhead screamed with such a confused, betrayed voice, as if she couldn’t understand how Alexis could possibly hurt her, “W-WHY??? ALEXIS, WHY??”

The blonde was filled with a weak imitation of anger as she did her best to make a threat, despite being turned into ashes herself, “YOU AREN’T GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!!! I’LL F###ING KILL YOU!!!”

A pained cry escaped from Alexis’s throat as tears poured down her face. Anger was slowly losing its effect as overwhelming loss crushed any hope of saving all of her loved ones. However, six of her children and three friends that were practically her children weren’t enough. Of course it wasn’t enough. Gunshots rang out as Chloe and Delilah fell to the ground. Alexis couldn’t even bring herself to look at the scene, but somehow, she still knew what was occurring. A sturdily built man in military fatigues and armor emptied his rifle into the corpses with a shout of anger, but Alexis couldn’t do anything.

When the bullets ran out, the man turned to Alexis revealing the face of the most righteous, fair, understanding man Alexis had ever met: Lazarus Huang. Instead of the calm, reassuring smile he usually bore, there was a scowl that looked painfully out of place. Lazarus growled, “They had to die, Alexis. There was no other way around it. You taught me that. If I want to save those I love, I have to be willing to sacrifice as many lives as it takes... Isn’t that right? TELL ME, ISN’T THAT WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING???”

Alexis couldn’t speak as he shouted… she couldn’t possibly answer that question right now, could she? Well, she would have to regardless. A black hole orb appeared behind Lazarus and sucked him in. He cried in agony as the gravity crushed his body and destroyed him completely. Taking his place was Zachariah, back again. At this point, Alexis couldn’t even stand. She dropped to her knees as Zachariah coldly killed his right-hand man. In his hands was Alexis’s youngest, Ezekiel… and she feared for her child. She begged the man that had just minutes ago abandoned her, “Zachariah… please... don’t hurt Ezekiel… All the others… they’re gone...” She tried to speak between her sobs, “They’re all... dead. Please... even if you don’t love me anymore… leave Ezekiel alone...”

The kitsune could feel the emptiness that stared into her even as she pleaded for her child’s life. Zachariah’s response was short, simple, and brutal, “Why should I care about the child of a woman I hate?” With those words, a blackhole appeared in his hands and consumed Alexis’s final child.

A weak fireball flew out from Alexis’s hand toward Zachariah. It couldn’t have done anything more than give a few light burns, but it still struck him. As if Zachariah was made of gasoline, he went up in flames and burned away without another word.
Alexis curled up into her tails. Her fire was no longer burning, extinguished just like the lives of those she cared the most about in her vision. Her body couldn’t even be seen through the massive mound of white fur that surrounded her. She didn’t know what to do or how to feel… all she could do was cry. Maybe she needed someone to remind her that what she saw wasn’t real. Maybe she needed someone to just be with her. However, as it stood, she was isolated in her own little furball.

Alexis… are you… are you okay? Shin Don’s voice spoke softly into Alexis’s mind.

I… no… I’m not okay… Just leave me alone…

I see… I’m sorry… That was… unthinkable...

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Alexis, sweetheart, it’s okay. I don’t imagine that you’re too keen on hearing this, but what you saw wasn’t real. Your children are fine. Your friends are fine. Your husband still loves you.

I know… I can feel it… but it doesn’t make it hurt any less

Oh, Alexis, you poor child… Don’t be afraid to cry. Let it out. I don’t want to see you suf-

FINALLY! LITTLE MISS PERFECT FOX WAIFU IS SUFFERING!!! Oh~ It’s such a sweet, sweet sight. Come on, Alexis. Why don’t you cry a little more? Maybe you can bring back your imaginary dead ch- OW!!! F###!!!

That’s enough, Kagutsuchi. Revel in her misery in your own realm. Alexis has suffered enough already.

Of all f###ing people, I would’ve thought you would enjoy her suffering, Missus sadistic psychopath.

Hestia, what are you doing actually caring about Alexis? The last time I checked, you were just as invested in making her suffer as Kagutsuchi… albeit more subtly and with more finesse.

Kagutushi, Iblis, now is really not the time to be fighting…

Oh, shut up, Shin. You’re just being nice so that you can have a few extra minutes of freedom so you could enjoy the body of a woman you could never hope to seduce in real life

Wha-Wha-WHAT??? That’s not-not at all what I want to do! Sh-shut up!

Shin, there’s no gain in denying the accusation. We all know your intentions, even if you have yet to act on them.

I...I’m speechless

Then shut the f### up if you have nothing to say! God! F###ing imbecile.

Ooooh. That’s an awfully big word you’re using there. Are you certain that you’re using it correctly?

That is ENOUGH! Alexis is helpless and you are squabbling? What are we going to do if someone attacks?

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Mood: Doubtful, Terrified, Desparing
Tags:
thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore
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QizPizza QizPizza
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Celestial Speck Celestial Speck


-Art Credits--
Chiaki Morisawa Fanart [スタろぐ④] by ますぎ, minimally tweaked

Fire Flames Texture by arundel
Golden Floral Pattern from PNGkit,
original artist PaperElement?

Divider Set #02 by NorasFed, edited by me​

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Welp, looking back this had been the worst moment possible to try having a heartfelt conversation... Sage felt incredibly silly as Leo had merely managed to nod and give him a thumbs up in return... Like, what did that mean exactly?! That everything was okay?! But what was okay?? It was just, everything was very confusing! Well, it was good that the apology had been accepted but still..! This was rather frustrating. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd have liked to have been met with passivity over. Even if it was of no one's fault but his own.

Try to talk about your feelings in the alley where you could get shot, why don't you?
Argh! Priorities, Sey, priorities!!

Exasperated and caught in his own turmoil of emotions, the pyromancer had not paid attention to the tape. In fact, he had been looking in the complete opposite side to Leo, flustered, conflicted, frustrated. He did not understand half of those reactions and neither he wanted the other to see them. How could it? Such a small thing throw his thoughts into disarray this deeply?? It went to the point where he couldn't tell exactly what he was even feeling, or which thoughts were the correct ones; Those he was supposed to be having right now. For someone whose powers demanded focus, suddenly having none of it was... quite the predicament.

And then Leo had s c r e a m e d.
All thoughts had been set aside immediately for the more dire need to protect.

Whipping his head back at his best friend, Sage had tried reaching for the other teen that seemed to be terrified by something only he could see. Illusion Magic?! Had them fallen prey to even more mind-fuckery?! Before he could actually grab Leo, however, the Descendant's path was blocked by a curtain of flames... Very familiar blue flames. The fire unceremoniously rose catching his hand and it burned! With a pained hiss and widened terrified eyes, he had turned around hoping to face his attacker only to realize he wasn't in the dark alley anymore.

What lied before the pyromancer was a wrecked up version of his temple home.

Standing under a burning torii, the young man took a step back in confusion and shook his head as if trying to make it go away. But it didn't. The ever pacific Oriental aesthetic he had grown up into was shone upon by the moonlight and the multiple patches of ragging blue fire adorning everything, like some kind of twisted decor. Not even the garden had been spared, the many hedges and flowers charred into desolate blackened branches. He stepped inside, the Runes by the frame still accusing his arrival but... unlike every other time, no one came to check it. The alarm rang but there was no one to hear it.

Unnerved, Sage had proceeded while hugging himself for comfort. The administration building was completely unreachable, tall blue flames blocking passage into the elevated porch. It almost seemed closed-off on purpose... The ceiling of the dojo had given out, collapsing into itself, the inside of it a raging inferno as well... The only path that seemed clear was the one into the altar room. Taking a deep breath, the pyromancer trekked through the outdoor corridors with cautious, wary steps, knowing very well that this might be some kind of trap.

And as soon as he had neared the final passage, the floorboards lit up in two blue streaks of fire. Beckoning, welcoming... Taunting.

The room had been kept surprisingly immaculate. It was an ample single room all done in wood, very simplistic in nature. Normally there would be mats and pillows spread on the floor for people to sit, meditate and pray. The lights were strangely on, casting a gentle yellow hue into the paper and wood-framed sliding doors. Turning around, however, the same couldn't be said for the altar to The Phoenix itself. The hung scroll with the depiction of the Deity had been burnt until only the attached corners had been left in place, with such strength that even the wall behind it had rather deep scorch marks. Offerings, picture frames and incenses were both in flames and broken. Not even the supports and tables had been left intact.
Everything even remotely connected to this area in the room had been smashed and charred without mercy...

"Did you like what I did to the place?"
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"YOU!"

Blue flames engulfed the perimeter of the room, crawling even on the walls. The entrance had been blocked to impede any attempts to exit. Terrified, Sage had let go of himself and immediately scrambled to raise the Little Tiger Guard as he turned around to look further into the building. The very surroundings was filled with a cold, yet amused laughter, clearly entertained by the attempt...
As if it would even have done anything!!

"Ohh
aggressive~
Where did all that 'pacifism' spiel go?"

"You deserve none of it!"

Before the Descendant's eyes, a saturated blue blaze would spawn in the middle of the air and from it a figure much alike himself. It borrowed the young man's form for it had no form of Its own, gaze much like the flames It commanded, with dancing fires inside it. However, It dressed much more elegantly than anything the pyromancer would ever wear, a stylish, mix-matched outfit of vivid blue and white, almost divine-looking, and a half-cape that dangled from Its shoulder, the ends ragged as if once eaten by flames. A fire-aura burned around It keeping It afloat.

"Awww~ And here I was,
looking forward
to chat face-to-face...", It passed around Sage who didn't look any convinced, "Concept and
Anomaly
in the same room, together. Hmm~ What an
interesting prospect..."


"Spare me Your pleasantries, Toayî!", the pyromancer spat angrily, his own aura starting to burn, "How are You here? What have You done??!"

It merely chuckled, though Its eyes glowed with hatred. How DARE this mortal child speak to It like this?!

"Why, I've merely
freed
you, 'Sage' ", the name had been said with disgust, noticeable even under the teasing tone, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No-no...", he took a step back in shock, "N-not like this! I didn't want to-"
"Hurt anybody?"
, It soared back further into the room and shook Its head as if in disapproval, "Then what? You'd rather be a
caged bird
forever? We are Fire,
we should not be contained!!!!"


"I am NOTHING like You!", he had retorted, but It just grinned back.

"Oh, is that so? Because, if I'm reading these memories correctly... You've considered
destroying it all
before~"

Sage flinched back, feeling his heart skip a beat and not liking where this was going.
It noticed as much and made sure to press on with a delighted sadistic smile...

"Have I reached a touchy spot~? Oh yes! Now I remember, you've wanted to
burn people
too!" "S-stop..." "Toga, Cobblepot..." "Stop it!" "Ohhh~ You did
a number
on Lobo, didn't you? Good job! Wasn't it
fun?"


"T-that was different...", Sage tried justifying himself as he trembled, no longer holding the guard up, clearly starting to doubt his own words. "Was it?", It inquired with an insightful glance as if It could see past all the excuses. "I was acting in-" "Self defence?
So it's fine to set those that attack you AFLAME!!"

There was only silence as tears rose to the Descendant's eyes, streaking downwards in a gentle wet path that carried immense heartache.

"No response, huh? Seems to me that someone is simply being a
hypocrite
again...", as the young man had crumbled to the ground, It laughed with sick pleasure, lowering Itself to the floor and slowly approaching him, like a predator stalking prey, "Face the facts, child.", It continued in a soft but eerie tone, crouching beside the pyromancer, nearly whispering the words at him, "We're one and the same. You wear this righteous facade and go along playing hero, but deep down...", It got back up, turning Its back to him, the fire in the room rose even prouder as It raised Its arms up as if making a demonstration,
"You'd like to see it all burn just as much as I do!!"


Sage let out something in-between a bloodcurdling scream and a wail, bringing his arms to his ears trying to block the Entity's words, trying to block all the doubts that It had sown. But It kept on going, turning back around to savor every bit of the Descendant's suffering as if it was a sugary treat. Chaotic tall flames of orange filled up both the mental and real spaces threatening to engulf everything and everyone in their path. Not much longer they'd begin transitioning into Its color as Its mad crackle echoed in the illusionary room.

"LET IT ALL FREE!!!
ALL THE PAIN, THE DESPAIR, THE HATRED, THE FRUSTRATION!!!!!
BURN THROUGH IT ALL!!!!!!!
WHAT HAS THIS WORLD EVER GIVEN YOU?!! A PRISON CELL!! LABELS!!!
LET THE CRACKLING OF YOUR FLAMES BE HEARD AS YOU DELIVER SWIFT PUNISHMENT TO ALL WHO HAVE WRONGED YOU!!!"
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"AAAAAAAAHHH SHUT UP!!!!!!"

In a desperate effort to make It stop, Sage had summoned his wings and attempted to tackle the ego-filled Entity, only for a palm of blue flames to come out of nowhere and throw him into the opposite wall.
 
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