Chapter 5: Eclipse of Sin

[sasukess]

[Space]
[Voltage, Crush]

Voltage had activated the hyperspace engines; they were in what appeared to be a blue nothingness. He, being bored, had ransacked the ship's kitchen. He was eating some colorful and round objects with a "M" on each one, nearly gagging on them. Crush walked in and, seeing the bite-sized food, screamed at the top of her lungs. "OOOOHH!! M&MS!!!" Voltage stuck the bag out in her face. "Here, I hate them anyway." Crush sat down and ate them as if they were the food of the gods.

Pretty soon, the hyperspace engine shut off, allowing a sight of a planet. Voltage spoke. "Crush, we're home." The ship streamed down into the atmosphere, the heat giving the silver of the ship a reddish color, almost like rust. They headed into a storm; it's rain cooled down the ship's heat that it gained from reentry. Lightning struck, the ship's metal conducting it's energy easily. It struck the hyperdrive and then it began to glow and whir. Voltage sighed. He didn't need to absorb his power, his use for the ship has ended. He kicked off the door, grabbed Crush and jumped out. The ship disappeared a few seconds after he did so, forever lost in hyperspace.

Voltage and Crush, having left the ship, were falling from the sky, through rain, wind and lightning. Crush was very scared, they were nearly 10,000 feet above the ground! Even so, she knew if she was with Voltage, she would be safe. A particularly strong wind blew, unfortunately separating Crush and Voltage. "Voltage, no!! she screamed, though her voice was absorbed by the fierce storm. His form disappeared quickly.

Crush was starting to panic a little. It had been awhile since she was on her own, and she usually counts on Voltage to get her out of jams. Fear growing, the ground was rushing at her like a lion to prey. Then, she remembered, she could control the earth at will. The ground became sand, and she landed on it with a soft thud. After a few seconds to recover, she got up. Not noticing that her sand was filling up a crater, she wandered around searching for a dry place, eventually coming to a cave. She walked in and squeezed some of the water out of her dress. She turned around, and, out of nowhere, she was kissing some girl. Crush quickly turned away, her face very red. Who was this girl? And where did she come from?

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Vladimir]

Vladimir was perfecting a Soul attack he found in a scroll from some sort of library within the massive temple-like building. He had also found a magical doll in a bedroom; it had turned out to be some sort of training dummy. The tips of his fingers glowed a white color, and he struck the doll 64 times within only seconds. The dummy went down and reverted to it's original form; a plush doll. Vladimir picked it up and put it in his pocket. He couldn't help but be proud of himself, for he had just mastered a new attack. Unfortunately, it was short-lasting for it started to storm. He quickly ran off to find shelter once again in Soul Sanctuary.

Arriving at the entrance, he was greeted by a young woman, a teen. She quickly gave Vladimir a towel. "Thank you Hazel." He started to wipe himself off. She spoke with a smile. "No problem." He continued to wipe himself off as they both walked into the building. "Come Hazel, I will fix you something to eat."

[TryMe]

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Hazel, Vladimir]

Hazel followed Vladimir into the bar in the basement. She sat down and watched as Vladimir prepared a meal. He served the food and sat down next to her. Hazel took her fork and began eating. She had been starving and the food had been very alluring to her. "After I'm finished, would it be okay if I went out to train on my own for a bit?" she asked Vladimir. He took a small moment to think and quickly replied, "Yes, that would be fine." She finished her meal and headed outside and followed an invisible path to a clearing. This had been her favorite spot to train her attacks and fighting skills. She had learned many things on her own here, which made it her ideal area to practice.

She thought of which attack she needed to practice on. She snapped as an idea came to mind. Hazel readied herself and faced the closest object, which happened to be a bush. She whirled, and fired an icy blast. It struck the target and frosted the whole out layer. Hazel proudly walked toward the bush and placed her palm onto the top of it. She grinned with satisfaction. It was frozen solid. Seems like I've got that attack down. she thought. What next?

She practiced for what seemed like hours but turned out to be only 30 minutes. She returned to the Soul Sanctuary, following the same invisible path she had memorized. She greeted Vladimir as he passed and she walked inside. Hazel searched for a place to rest. She entered a small bedroom and sat on the bed. She stretched out her arms and let out a yawn. She didn't bother to get under the covers. Instead, she took off her shoes and lie down on the soft, cozy bedsheets. She closed her eyes, and soon began to sleep.

[kunekune]

[Twinleaf Forest]
[Viola]

Viola trudged through the wet woodlands of a forest looking for a suitable place to make camp during the chaos of the night's storm. She held a large piece of cloth over her head as she weaved in and out of the trees, her petite torso swinging to and fro as she scanned the dense forest for a covering. Nearly two hours have passed and I can't seem to escape this horrible wetness, Viola thought to herself, not to mention that I can't see a damn thing ten meters in front of me.

After another hour of what seemed like mindless wandering, Viola chanced upon a clearing and a row of hedges. The only clearing she had spotted in the last few hours, Viola quickened her step and hopped over the bushes, the metal of armor inside her rucksack making a cacophonous melody. As she raised the cloth a little higher she noticed a building about 15 meters from her present position. Ecstatic, she ran towards and then around it searching for a door of some kind.

Suddenly the ground shook and the sky lit up a luminous blue hue as a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, cleaving it in half and sending a shower of sparks aloof. Viola's head immediately snapped skyward, her eyes now illuminated by the electricity before her. She knew the storm that night was not natural in the least, it's coming was too sudden, too swift, the discharge too large to be natural.

As quick as she could her arm swung up and attracted a sinister bold which narrowly missed the building. Her arm twitched violently after the insanely fast strike and she limply fell to the ground, mud splashing around. Cardiac arrest ensued.

[Rorschach]

[Sour, LGN, MM's group, etc]
[Hell]

OOC: sorry LGN but your not replying to anything I send so i'll just leave. hopefully this post makes sense.

Sour believed LGN was too caught up in the moment of glory, busily freeing soldiers as he disregarded Sour's question. Sour decided that he was going to take a small squad of soldiers and go out to find an old ally, Eiron.

Sour looked around for small soldiers. He found a soldier who was was lost, helpless and didnt know what to do. Sour studied his face and assumed the boy was only 16 years of age.

"What the Hell is Zel doing these days?" Sour thought to himself angrily. "Why is he recruiting young soldiers for battle? Do the good have to die young too?"

The young boy stared at Sour. He was shaking from fear and had never witnessed death. Sour signalled for the boy to follow him. Sour spotted a man who looked like he was just freed from a prison cell. Sour broke the mans handcuffs with the brute force of his staff, picked up a gun off the floor and gave it to the man.



"Do you know how to use a gun?" Sour asked hesitantly.

The man reloaded his gun, took off the safety and put the trigger to Sour's head. Sour moved the gun away from his face and grinned. His eyes grew red before he turned away to recruit 2 more soldiers. Sour began to leave the underground prison cells and as his two other soldiers followed, a duo of soldiers manning their posts decided to follow. the group used the path that the drill left to leave the prison camps.

When they reached the surface, Sour wondered if he would ever find his childhood friend, drifting away with the souls of the damned. The thought drifted away along with the lives of countless men, women, children and other lifeforms. Sour needed to find Eiron, he needed to help, the SSS needed to end the war.

"Hey you!" The ex-prisoner called out to Sour. "Whats your name."

"Call me Sour(pronounced like sour skittles not s-oor).

As Sour looked back at the man he muttered "Dean." Sour looked at the kid. the boy muttered "M..MM...Mike.." and Sour replied saying "I'll call you either Mike, kid or rookie.!" The kid nodded and as the rest of the group looked at the 2 soldiers they said "AKIB...SCORPIO...WOULD YOU STOP INTERRUPTING...YOUR INTERRUPTING ME!!! NO YOU!! NO YOU!!"

Sour threw a rock at the two soldiers as they regained self control.

"Call me Akiba(I love that name so much)!" yelled the first Soldier.

"The second soldier just looked away and scowled. "Scorpio." is what he said when he looked back at the group.

Sour laughed and knew he was going to have fun with this group of soldiers.

"shhhhhh!" Akiba spat.

"we gotta be "stealthy like a ninja"!" Scorpio whispered as he straightened his arms out and looked around.

[One last thing: I'll give karma to the 3 references in this post. 2 are from 2 different games and the other is from a movie.

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[ Hell ]
[ Genesis, Oakley, Jonas, Neni ]

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[ The Bouncer - Distant Rain, The Cross Children ]
[ starts at 0:11 ]

Genesis and Oakley appeared right out the portal as they ran faster away from it so they won't be found by Reynal. "Good, this'll be a safe spot", Oakley said quietly. Genesis was confused about Oakley's change towards Reynal back at SkyTown. "Oakley why did you attack your own partner like that?" Genesis asked. Oakley looked down with depression and said, "He's...not the same as he was before, we were like friends back then he always talks to me, but all he's ever been focused about now is world domination....thanks to Abdol" Genesis was alittle confused and said, "A...Abdol?". Okaley replied, "Yes, he's the one who haunted Reynal's mind with that terrible curse of evil....that's how our rebellion of world domination began....we were all cursed by it...but, somehow we have good in ourselves just like you." Genesis looked down and said in his mind, ( "Well...barely." ).

Suddenly Jonas and Neni approached the two. "Alexander, your here and well." Genesis realized that Abdol was missing. "W...where's Abdol?" Jonas replied, "We...had to escape from him, he knows Genesis, he's know were on the good side." Genesis answered, "Its all coming together now, its all because Abdol that our rebellion of world domination began, its his fault that Reynal is being haunted by darkness....we have to take him down." Neni replied, "But he's not alone...he's trying to make an alliance with Alica and then Crehavos." Genesis then figured that Dark Genesis would do the same. "Then we're gonna need some help too, let's find some help."

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[ Hell - Near Fallen Angel Castle ]
[ Alica, Spirit of Dark Genesis, Abdol, Reynal ]

Alica flew near Fallen Angel Castle and realized that she sensed some energy of darkness below were she was floating. She hovered down into a spooky forest and saw a red spiritual body approaching by. It was Dark Genesis in his spiritual form.

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[ Digimon Tamers OST - Digital Field ]
( This song is suppose to be played throughout the whole conversation )

"Hahaha so this must be Crehavos's Castle, yes everything will go according to plan, hehe soon Genesis soon you're body will be mine hahahaHAHAH......huh?" Dark Genesis turned around just to see that Alica was approaching him. "And just who the @#$% are you?" Alica stared at him not scared at all and answerd, "I'm called Alica, and you're the dark essence crawling inside Genesis's body are you not?" Dark Genesis replied, "And what if I am huh?" Alica answered back, "I can help get your true form back if that is what you desire."

Suddenly someone spoke from a distance."Yes, that would be a brillant plan, mind if I help out?" Alica and Dark Genesis turned around and saw Abdol approach the two. Alica stayed silent as Dark Genesis folded his arms and looked away. Abdol said,"Aaah, you must be the powerful dark essence from Genesis, I saw your display when you killed that monster in GreenHell Forest." Dark Genesis yelled, "And just how the hell did you know that?!!". Abdol quietly laughed as he lifted his glasses and responded, "Because I was the one who..... Interrupted, suddenly a blaze of fire crashed down near the three Super Humans and Reynal appeared out of the fire. ".....Oakley betrayed us, that !@#$% betrayed us!!" Reynal barked. Abdol looked at Reynal and replied, "Don't worry we've gained new allies anyway, now that we've joined together let's make our way to Crehavos's Castle that way we may form an alliance with him.....( Now everything will go according to plan hmhmhmh." )

That being said the four approach near the castle.

[Cell]

[Hell: Fallen Angel Castle]

[Crehavos]

He was dead. It was unerringly certain that he was dead. Why wouldn’t he be? Was this not a reasonable explanation; because there was no way any living being, immortal or not, should feel such a callous woe. He should not feel so cold . . . It shot unrelentingly through every miniscule fiber in his body, every nerve, every vein, and every cell. This . . . pain . . . these . . . new emotions. It felt as if his body would give way under the intense, unfamiliar pressure, as if every bone would shatter into nothing but pathetic splinters. The physical expressions of misery and depression, however, were no longer a possibility with this body. Even with these handicapping inner conflictions, he functioned just as fluently as ever before; feasibly more so than his unaffected past persona. The way he walked with absurd grace . . . the venomous manner in which he spoke . . . the fits of demented mirth that showed just how insane he truly was. All of it delineated exceedingly through its surroundings.

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He felt his body materialize into its solid, fleshy form out of the black mist, the blaze of his home land striking him jarringly against his face, the way his boots crunched against the charred ash of disintegrating sinful souls on the crag underneath. Although he was now in familiar setting, Crehavos could not help but freeze in his place at the entrance of Hell. The usual wails of the dead were surprisingly absent. The routine commotion of the tortured ones was unseen, and the cackling demons were nowhere to be found. Even the haunting undead dragons of the sky that circled the ominous green moon were omitted. None of this fooled the tyrant. Immediately, he knew that all was amiss in his beloved kingdom of damnation.

His face tightened, overlooking the fiery sovereignty. The demon’s voice turned quite cynical as her murmured the solitary word of, ”Intruders. . .”

There was no time to waste any longer, he had to do this here and now. The hellion exhausted just enough power to levitate and rocket to his looming castle overhead, face anxious, a growl building deep in his throat.

“Damn you, Sovaherc. . . you really had the gall to meddle here whilst my back was turned. . .?” hissed the tyrant, his malicious eyes now coated in a strange red glow. However, Crehavos’ scowl speedily warped into a rather snide grin, his body shacking with his silent cackle. “Well . . . an eye for an eye, my friend.”

Lightning began to stir overhead, as though the gods themselves were showing their angry in this helpless situation. The moon hanging in the sky seemed to dim indefinitely, the quietness becoming more apparent than ever before. As if to his will, the brimstone split for a clear mile, flooding with demonic newborns ready for the kill. Their little cackles and wet screeches would haunt the dreams of any grown man. Crehavos only kept flying, but his voice was as definite and binding as law; the one trait that remained prominent even in his unstable state. “Attack . . . kill them, my pets! KILL THEM ALL!!!”

The doors burst open with an audible BANG as he shot through the entryway and up the gothic staircase. Down corridors and up more steps, candles dying out and windows shattering fiercely as he flew by. As expected, the castle was vacant except for corpses of his dead servants. By now, he had been able to hear the ruckus in the vicinity; just outside of the castle. A small smile made itself known on his face.

That’s where they were.

The east tower was rather empty of much else besides the massive library, it was a place where Crehavos enjoyed spending most of his free time. Studying was one of the few passions he enjoyed, it made him relaxed, as it both filled his mind with knowledge, and was rather soothing sitting by a crackling fire in a soft leather chair. From the moment he entered it, Crehavos slammed the door closed, locked it, and withdrew his right hand; index finger and thumb extended, yet coiling towards one another. “Boundless fires, seal thyself around this study. Shun all from ingression!”

His digits made contact, and as they did, and the entire tower seemed to transcend into a blue flare. Crehavos only took a moment to glance out the window to confirm that his spell had processed correctly, and apparently it had, as he took a deep breath to calm himself. He steadily walked over to the leather chair that stood by the window, eerily shimmering with indigo. There on the table beside it where a number of books he had been looking at the night before, out of pure curiosity. One particular title had interested him, ”The Forbidden Ruination”. A book filled with knowledge of the ancient dark arts, of unknown catastrophes that one being capable of sorcery could use for his or her gain. Needless to say, Crehavos thought this little novel could come to be quite useful, perhaps even in the near future.

He shifted steadily into his chair, casually opening the haunted book to browse for something useful that could be salvageable in this dire situation. All he knew at the moment was that he wanted to destroy . . . to eliminate the SSS and all others who may eventually stand in his way. This was his world, one he crafted into one of order and a solemn, noiseless era. Control was one of the few things that made Crehavos feel secure. He had to have everything going according to plan, otherwise, everything could possibly collapse from the ground up. Everything he would have worked for would be gone, and that is something that he would never allow.

“What do we have here . . .?” the tyrant mumbled. He placed one finger on the title of the page, the one that he knew would insure his victory; regardless of the outcome.

Eclipse of Sin.

As dawn breaks on the first day of the fifth month, the scarlet moon will appear in sky. The luminous sphere of the heavens will move forth to cover the awakening sun on the horizon, and will conceal it whole. With this fabled moon, the stars and planets of the galaxy and this universe will erupt under a distorting force. Lava will spew, planets will turn to rubble, and life will become extinct. And the one whom rises to claim this role will end... everything. With this, one can rebuild.

A list of instructions soon followed this passage, and the Dark Emperor leaned back in his chair, laughing. It seemed so farfetched, yet the first of May was just beginning to dawn. If this was the one thing left that he could do to ensure his victory, then he would not pass this up. No, he would use this to his full advantage in every way! Not only would he destroy the SSS, but all of who which could stand in his path someday. It would protect him, and his only offspring. . . It had to be done.

He went to put the book back, having memorized every word of the passage and instructions, but something fell out onto the floor. It was, what appeared to be, some notes; taken some time ago because the paper looked immensely aged and the ink was almost faded away to nothing. Crehavos went to grab it off of the floor, but for some reason, he could only hesitate to grab it. Something about it just seemed to be . . . unwanted. However, the demon did pick it up, and read the extensive amount of notes placed there.

“This . . . this can’t be . . .”

Crehavos collapsed to the floor, shivering from head to toe. This discover was very unwanted, that much was true. It happened to be notes left by, or so he thought, to be his Uncle Demo. Actually, it looked more to be ripped out pages of a journal of some sort, but bits of wood hung on some of these. Like as if they were scrolls once upon a time. . .

29th of October,
After countless decades of searching, I’ve learned of the existence of the fabled place where the sinful depart after their life has expired. Yes, the place known as Hell truly does exist, it was never simple folklore. . . Apparently, all those who die and are sent there are punished for an eternity. Never are they to leave unless there are strict orders from the higher up Gods. Even then, the Hell Lord, Crehavos, simply refuses to let anyone out of his domain. If any of the Gods tried to take a soul by force, they’d sure have plenty of difficulties. Crehavos’ power is unreal, so it is told. Not even the Gods themselves dare to anger him. But this land of Hell sure looks delicious. . . it’d sure be my kind of place to rule.

The next entry was a little more disturbing to the panicking hellion.

31st of October,
It seems that the Gods never intended to have the land of Hell to exist, Apparently , some million or so years prior, there was a cataclysmic battle of the heavenly deities, and all of the negative energy from the warfare is what truly created the demon known as Crehavos. No wonder he is so powerful! Anyway, when Crehavos awoke from his birth, he was already in a mature, adult state. He crafted the dimension known as Hell to be a kingdom for him to rule on his own, but as my research tells me, the Hell Lord decided some thousand years later that he would instead use it as a punishment realm in which all of the souls he dubbed “sinful” where to be cast upon their death. Pretty remarkable, I would say. . .

16th of November,
My goals have now become influenced with ruling this mysterious land of the dead. As a trickster demon, I may be able to get past Crehavos, and take over. The most problematic question is . . . how?!

24th of December,
After through testing for nearly 5 weeks, I have been able to test upon several civilians with extreme memory distortion. I am now able to change people’s memories into completely different ones than of what they know. This concludes research. I must now begin conducting a plan on my Underworld takeover.

31st of December,
I have composed a complete string of false memories for Crehavos. One major memory concludes that he was born to two demons named Bacrevos and Annrevos Daemn. His memories will also show that when he knew them, he was still a child. However, of course, this is not possible since he never was a child. I am to be his father’s brother, and I will have succeeded in obtaining the throne of our “ancestors”. I will so much as to have to place paintings of false ancestors around Fallen Angel Castle. He won’t remember a thing about his true past. About his creation, about him angering the Gods that resulted in 2/3 of his power being revoked and given to the Lovilians for safeguard. Nothing . . . I will rule, and he will be enslaved.

Crehavos could not move at all . . . he just discovered that his past was all a lie. A hoax. He never had any parents, nor family. He was created from a war of deities, the negative power of it making up all of his being. He had in fact created Hell, his home, his minions. And the fact that . . . that a great deal of his power was drained from him at some point in history is a sign that the cold blooded tyrant must’ve done something terrible to anger the gods. Yet . . . could it be worse than what he has done now? Why aren’t they interfering in this take over? And why were the Lovilians given . . .

“The orb!” Crehavos shrieked, delicately placing a hand on his chest. “It was . . . it was actually my stolen power?”

All of this . . . it was far too much to handle. Whether these words were lies created to deceive him, or a truth of which he was unaware for so many years . . . it made absolutely no difference to the current situation. The Eclipse must still occur, regardless. However, he strode over to his desk and immediately withdrew some parchment, a quill, and some ink. Crehavos had to write him something . . . the child must know.

Zavicrius,

It saddens me greatly that you will have to grow without the support of either myself, nor your mother. I have unintentionally damned you to a life of lonely despair because of my tyrannical rule over this world. It is my fault entirely, and if you do in fact live after the treacherous deed I am about to commit, never forget this. Never blame yourself. The darkness that fuels my soul has thrown the reality that the Universe once knew into a somber cataclysm. Unfortunately, I cannot bring myself to regret this. In a way, I feel that this was meant to have happened. This world needed to be re-structured. To be demolished, and built anew. Even if this was not original my intention, it is how I feel it to be now. In my last hour.
I have a strong inkling that my life in this realm is drawing to a close, so I do not have much more time to write this message. Just know, no matter what may happen, or what treatment you may receive later in life because of wrong doings that I have made, it is not your fault, and that I, and your mother, will always cherish and love you. To the end of time.
My son.
I leave to you my throne.

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Crehavos sealed the message to his son in a rather obnoxiously royal envelope, levitating it easily with his mind. Normally, one would think that he’d transfer its location with telekinesis; however this was not the clever tyrant’s intentions. Immediately, the letter caught fire in a dazzling violet glare, cinders fluttering to the ground while the fire ball crackled and hissed. With a small frown, Crehavos vanished from the library as it began to burn in its entirety. Maybe, if his plan worked, Zavicrius would be able to collect his own variety and rebuild the study.

The final hour was approaching rapidly, and Crehavos remained quite serene and composed. Possibly, he already had foreseen these events and how they played out. If that were the case, and he foresaw his defeat, he was taking it unimaginably well; unless he was concealing his emotions like his usual self. Yet . . . there was one key difference in his demeanor. His eyes, they seemed different. They seemed doleful, not in a bitter manner, but rather a true sorrow in which he had difficulties expressing even to himself.

It wasn’t long before he found his feet carrying him along, not really paying attention to where he was heading. The Hell Lord had decided to actually focus on his surroundings, on to where he was subconsciously walking to. He recognized the familiar hallway, the familiar thoroughfare, down to the center piece of his humble abode; the throne room. The signifying reign over the underworld that was acknowledged throughout the universe, the infamous role of being the lord of the dead.

“Why am I heading there . . . ?” Crehavos wondered aloud, even though the answer was very prominent. A likely conclusion was that he had felt some undying urge to visit his place of leadership just once more before this all ended, that this may be the final time he will see the sovereignty. However, the hellion’s intuition told him better; that there must be something in that chamber that was waiting to greet him. Waiting for him waltz through those colossal wooden doors and discover them . . .

Crehavos reached the gawky aperture only after a few minutes, halting his footwork until he stood directly in front of them. His gaze shifted towards the brass handles attached to them as the torches on either side of the egress flickering were with life as their light danced around the terrible dark lord. This was it . . . this was the moment that he had been waiting to finish for nearly a decade now. He now knew what lay on the other side of those doors, the one who he must face in battle. And yet . . . as all of the other emotions that had arisen so suddenly in this haunting hour, Crehavos already felt defeated. He knew it in his mind, he couldn’t deny it. His downfall was imminent, this fate was already sealed. Nevertheless, he would continue with his plan to fight; to use the Eclipse of Sin as a trump card. If it failed, it made no difference. Rather, it may finally be a chance for slumber.

The gateway now squeaked open as Crehavos pushed through, the dim lighting of dozens of candles that lined the stone walls flooded into the hall outside. A mask of a dark bearing took over the Dark Emperor’s expression, determination supreme. At once, he knew he wasn’t alone in this domain. No, there already seated in his throne was his opposite. The one who was the better half of Crehavos, the one of noble spirit and equal power. He was serene; he didn’t show signs of anticipation nor fear.

Sovaherc . . . was ready.

“Welcome.” He greeted politely, as if Crehavos was a simple house guest. Mind you, this being Crehavos’ own home, it did fluster him internally, but he brushed it off with ease.

The hellion could only laugh, laugh at the absurdity of this situation. In the end, he spoke; voice delicate, eyes shimmering a faint scarlet. “Well, my friend, prepare yourself. The day of reckoning is at last at hand.”

(OOC: This is sorta half assed since I've been rushed, so pardon if it slips up in a few places. If I do have internet access at the vacation rental I'm heading to for a week, I'll fix it. Thank you!)

[ManOfSteele]

[Twilight Steele]
[Steele's Dimension]

PLOP!! The mass of ooze that had been Twilight Steele fell on the floor, splattering a purple goo onto the floor. Inside awoke Twilight Steele.

[Steele]
[Hell]

Steele had left the castle before Sovaherc had come, by the time that Crehavos had come back he had been long gone. He was simply sitting outside the castle, wondering what to do next. Simply sitting on a rock in "The Thinker" pose, passing the time away, waiting for something to happen. His hearing was slightly off kilter still from the nuclear explosion, so the usual howls and screams from the dead didn't really bother him. The bleak and red skies weren't really a problem, he had gotten used to being in Hell.

While sitting, the ground started to shake under him. Only a few yards away, the ground fissured and split right in half, as demons and other hellish creatures poured out. Crehavos's voice echoed from afar “Attack . . . kill them, my pets! KILL THEM ALL!!!”

Something had pissed him off obliviously. In the seven years that he had commanded for the Hell army, he knew that Crehavos was very unstable when emotional, so he always avoided him at all costs when he was angry about anything because it usually meant something bad.

Well that ruins this.... Steele just wanted to sit and be alone. The castle was off limits, he didn't really want to deal with two demons, he could barely deal with one. His very own secluded dimension was the best bet. With the screeching demons to his back, he wrapped himself in his cape and warped away.

[sasukess]

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Vladimir]

Vladimir watched as Hazel ran up the stairs eager to train more. He could not help but laugh. The young were always so impatient, so brash. Yet at the same time, those very same things gave them a hidden power that older people lacked. The whole world was ahead of them, ready for them grab it by the horns and take it for a ride. The old were there only to help them along their path; to supply them with wisdom, only to be forgotten in the heat of the moment, their hidden power allowing them victory in replacement of wisdom.

As these thoughts ran through Vladimir's head, he washed Hazel's dishes, putting them away afterwards. He sat in a chair and poured a drink for himself; a 97 Merlot. He swirled it in his glass a few times. It's reddish color reminded him of what he truly was, a vampire. He drank it. It's flavor was almost as sweet as the red nectar that all of his kind survived on. He cleaned the glass and set it in it's place. Looking at the clock, he thought that Hazel must have been back by now after her training. He grabbed a towel, and walked up the steps. He almost laughed at himself. Bringing Hazel, who could control water and ice, a towel was almost moronic. Even so, he felt he should do so just in case.

When he reached the door, the storm was still fierce. Lightning was reaching as far the eye could see, and it was almost blinding. The tree's branchs were dancing by the wind's commands. It was hard to focus, but, he saw a girlish figure on the ground near the entrance. He rushed over to her, covering himself with his cloak to avoid getting wet. He quickly picked her up and carried her a ways into the hallway. He dried her off using the towel he had gotten for Hazel. Just as he finished, the girl started to open her eyes.

[Deleted]

OOC: I no longer want to involve myself with this war, so I'll be making my final post til the future.

[ Hell ]
[ Abdol, Dark Genesis, Alica, Reynal ]

Before they could enter towards Fallen Angel Castle, Alica's mind suddenly when blank as she saw images of the future. Then her mind went back to normal again. "Something troubling you Alica?" Abdol asked. Alica responded, "I don't think it would be wise to join Crehavos." Abdol's eyebrow lifted and then asked, "Hmmm, care to explain?" Alica answered, "Suddenly my mind went into the future and I will say this....this war won't last much longer as Crehavos is weak ." Abdol looked up at the castle and suddenly smirked. "Hmhmhm hahahahaha, this is perfect, this puts Phase 1 into action." Dark Genesis looked away as if he couldn't care less. Reynal had to ask,"What's Phase 1?" Abdol turned to Reynal and said,"We won't be involving ourselves with this ridiculous war any longer, now we can start our own rebellion....its what you've been hoping for Reynal." Reynal looked at the castle and suddenly had an evil smirk on his face, "This is perfect, we already know the outcome of this war!! let's get the hell outta here."

Suddenly Abdol lifted his arm up and summoned a portal of darkness as they entered it, but before Reynal entered he shot a blast of fire up in the sky, apparently giving a signal to the good super humans.
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[ Hell ]
[ Genesis, Oakley, Neni, Jonas ]

As they went to search, Oakley saw a blaze of fire being shot into the sky as it blew up into a symbol that looked like this:


www.youtube.com/watch?v=69F0CyFXAvI
[ Power Shovel - Dead or Alive 3 ] ( Reynal's Theme )

"*GASP* OH NO!!", Oakley yelled. The other three turned around and Genesis asked, "What's wrong, are they nearby?" Oakley answered, "No....Reynal, and the others....they escaped." Genesis yelled,"ESCAPE, how do you know this?" Oakley pointed to the symbol that blazed on top of the sky. "That symbol, that's Reynal's symbol...he'll only do that to let us know if there's a change of plan or an escape....but, we betrayed him so that means...." Genesis finished the sentence by saying, "They're taking their plan elsewhere....so they've decided not to work for Crehavos after all.....then we don't have to involve ourselves with the war any longer."

Genesis looked at his comrades and said, "Everyone, our involvement with this war has come to an end, we can now focus on our main objective....taking down Abdol....let's get outta here." With Oakley, Jonas, and Neni folllowing behind Genesis, they leave Hell, never to be seen or heard from again.

To Be Continued

[ManOfSteele]

[Steele, Twilight Steele]
[Steele's Dimension]

Steele twirled his cape back around his as he landed with a thud on his dimension's floor. Something unusual caught his eye. Near one of the walls there was a big blob of dark purple ooze. It seemed like lumpy Jell-o, and it was wiggling all on it;s own. The back of it seemed propped up to the wall, strands were sticking to the wall.

He didn't sense anyone but himself in the dimension, so it didn't pose a threat. Steele was still befuddled on what this was. He figured it was just some dimensional waste. He thought for a moment and decided that was stupid idea. But whatever it was, it had to go.

Steele cautiously walked over, eying it as if a monster was about to pop out. He reached down to touch it. It felt gooey and warm, as if someone had put Silly Puddy in the microwave. He felt it in his hands for a moment until-PLOP!!

A hand rose up quickly from the ooze and grabbed Steele's face. "What the h-" Steele couldn't finish as the hand pulled him down into the goo. The rest of his body snapped up like a whip and followed his head, descending into this small pile of goop.

[kunekune]

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Viola, Vladimir]

As Viola's eyes slowly opened she found herself lying in the arms of someone she did not know. Initially she was not startled, believing the whole incident to be a horrible dream. However when she felt the sensation of touch and the pain in her chest, her eyes went wide and she let out a slight yelp in fright. Quickly she scrawled backwards towards the wall and stared at the man in puzzlement as he slowly rose to a stand. "There is no need to be frightened my dear," he said calmly.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the halls of the Soul Sanctuary, and I am Vladimir," and with that he gave a courteous bow.

Viola dipped her head slightly out of modesty and turned her head to the door, listening to the conundrum outside. "Would you mind if I took refuge here tonight? I haven't a place to stay and I desperately need to rest."

[ayame]

OCC: Sorry for the shot post, but i want to see more of crush's personality before i can get serious.

[Alura, Crush (Tiny Cave)



Alura came into the cave to get warm and dry off from the strom outside. However instead of warmth, she felt the cold, wet lips of some girl she had never saw before. Her face was beat red. The feeling of nervousness crawled around her body and slithered down her spine. "Wh.... Who are you?" She said trying to find the right words to say. The girl in front of her had large green eyes and long black hair.

"She kinda looks like a cat" Alura whispered to herself. She imagined the girl in her head with little fluffy ears, a tail and long thin whiskers, surprisingly the image in her head was quite clear. The more she thought about it, the more the girl in front of her looked cute and adorable. Alura keep her eyes fixated on the ground. She swayed her body back and forth waiting for the girl to respond to her question.

[sasukess]

[Tiny Cave]
[Crush, Alura]

"My name is Crush." Crush once again squeezed some of her dress. It didn't help much. She was still sopping wet and very, very cold. "I can't get dry!" Crush's clothes were starting to stick to her. She knelt down and rolled into a ball, clearly too cold to think about anything.


[Soul Sanctuary]
[Vladimir, Viola]

"Why of course young one. I would be delighted to help you." Vladimir said as he motioned the way inside. The young maiden had a little trouble getting up. He helped the young girl up and asked for her name.

"Viola."

Vladimir adjusted his hat. "My, what a beautiful name. Come, let's go back inside." As he motioned Viola deeper into the Soul Sanctuary, he peered outside. A figure dashed through the trees. He could hear the cackling of an old lady over the scream of the wind. Hmm...odd... With that thought, he followed Viola farther into the halls.

[bobsnicket]

[Fallen Angel Castle]

As Sovaherc arose slowly upon the entrance of Lord Crehavos, his mind set on his purpose--his destiny, the barren world outside the wide window seemed to...intesify: a sudden influx of raging heat billowing in massive fumes from the deep rents in the brimstone plains from which the emperor's "pets" were streaming in innumerable hordes. Bright flashes of fictional subterranean lightning, fiendish by nature, blazed across the vast darkness above the land of lava, followed shortly by condemning booms which resounded like the hammer of judgement. A climactic red glow flared from the boiling lake below, somehow signaling the finality of this confrontation.

Sovaherc gazed steadily into the faint crimson reflection of Crehavos's rather crazed pupils, his face looking almost...resigned, somewhat like a college student who stayed up all night finishing a project and whose eyes were baggy and reddened in the morning. Sovaherc's own eyes glittered a bright, lively emerald, full of life, full of perfection.

He spoke just as calmly as his opposite, but there still seemed to be a subtle difference in the manner in which it was done. "The day of reckoning has come indeed, counterpart. I have been summoned from a world far distant for the sole purpose of triumphing over you. This empire you have created and forced upon its peoples has plagued these lands for far too long. The evil power which you have exerted in the interest of elevating yourself above the mortal realm has been the cause of much suffering among the inhabitants. Your reign has been one of tyranny and injustice and cruelty and misery. Now...." Materializing from green particles of light in Sovaherc's left hand was a magnificent sword, shining with the brilliance of the sun, the blade and hilt glowing with every color of the rainbow. It had the same energy, the same life as its wielder's eyes.

Sovaherc brandished the long, thick blade in his enemy's direction. "...although I suppose you won't do so willingly, now it is time for the emperor to step down. Leave this universe forever, taking all your foul creatures with you, and never return. Or by the grace of the Almighty, I shall remove you from it."

[Reeka Laboratories]

After the very room in which the SSS heroes were making battle had begun to tilt, sending its occupants to their knees, and Eiron had made his offer, Piranha Gohma struggling against the wall to remain upright, Snicket called out over the din both inside and outside in response.

"I suppose you're right, Eiron. Although it seems almost like cheating to simply teleport away...and I had been looking forward to riding my new friend out of here...yes, it would be our best chance of making it out of here intact."

At that moment, in the midst of the chaos (Aparidley and Mr. Dragon Patch were still on the loose), Professor U. Reeka started up his jetpack and leaped off into the air, apparently making a run for it.

"GRRROOOOOOAAAAAAAAWWWWWWRRRRRR!!!!!!" Piranha Gohma bellowed, which seemed to mean something along the lines of, "OH, NO YOU DON'T!!!!!!" With surprising agility, the beast rushed to the wall on its spidery legs and began climbing up it, following close behind the fleeing maniac. If Reeka made it back up the chasm, he would get away.

However, just as the scientist was about to escape into the darkness above, a green blur smash downward at blinding speed, knocking Reeka out of orbit. His former cackling now a piteous screaming, his flight pattern veered left, right, up, and down, until it settled for a direct pathway into Piranha gohma's gaping maw.

CRUNCH!

GULP!

BURP!

The monster landed back down onto the floor of the room, satisfied with his just consumption.

Snicket looked beside him to see none other than Yoshi, back from the experimental chambers, at his side once again. "Yoshi!" he cried. They embraced quickly, then turned back to Eiron and the still-continuing battles. Now the room was tilted at about a 35 degree angle, and the bottom end was filling up with bubbling lava, swirling excitedly as if eager to devour them.

"Let's go," Bob said. "Now."

[black star]

[Diachi, Cara, Hina, ??, Meta-Knight, Adeleine, Halberd crew]
{En route to Hell, FAC}
Hina sighed she had been expecting a question like that to come sooner or later so she turned to Cara and said.

"It probably won't be surprising with everything thats been going on but I'm from a different dimension"

"I thought so." replied Cara, before continuing, "Do you mind telling me about it?"

Hina sighed again and replied "Okay. The world I come from is mostly dry. About forty percent of the world is water, but that isn't a problem because most of the villages share it." she stopped for breath and continued, "Parts of the world are a little hostile towards anyone that wasn't born in there village and exploring causes more battles. But most of the world is peaceful the only area's that do battle are the newly discovered lands..."

Diachi interrupted Hina's description to announce to everyone on the Halberd; "We're about to land, so hold on!"