Chapter 5: Eclipse of Sin

[eiron]

[Nemeck]
{Skytown}

The ancient city had emptied, the sole domain of its tireless machines and restless ghosts once more. The only sounds left in the vast, vacant observatory was the omnipresent droll of the machinery and the sharp, cold clacking of Nemeck’s clawed feet as he stalked through its corridors. Sharp, rhythmic reminders that Death could still wander where the living no longer strayed. Night had descended upon the floating citadel, the soft glow of stars casting their pale light upon the listless sea of clouds. The ominous glow of battle had faded, its flickering red blaze replaced with the soft glitter of moonlight. Only the crimson aura of the portal remained to awash the monolithic sanctuary in that bloodied color, and only one occupant remained to hold good its threat. And there was work yet to be done.

Nemeck moved with cold purpose now that none remained to oppose him. Encountering neither human guards nor iron defenders, he entered the observatory’s heart: The desecrated Aurora Unit Chamber. The room was awash with synthetic spinal fluid and scattered pieces of 217’s shattered carapace. The evidence of the brief exchange between Skytown’s guardian and the Hell Lord remained untouched; searing gashes and smoldering craters ran throughout the building, silent testimony to the sacrifice that had taken place here. Nemeck entered slowly, still guided by a terrible sense of purpose, but with a quite touch of reverence. 217 had met his end admirably.

“How the mighty have fallen…” He pondered aloud. His gaze settled on the marks of battle, and it would have occurred to an observer that it was not the Aurora Unit that he spoke of. He waded through the cerebral fluid to the central podium, razed beyond repair by hellfire. Nothing of use remained here, at the surface, but face value was often deceiving. Nemeck could hear the faint rushing of liquid, and the tiniest of currents dragged against his robes. The old warrior listened intently, locating the source of the noise and waded towards it. Several large cooling vents lined the floor of the chamber, leading down to the bowels of 217’s now vacant base. Nemeck could tell from the echo of the trickling fluid that a large, empty space lay beneath his feet. With a violent shudder, Nemeck’s body disintegrated into thousands upon thousands of swarming gnats, swirling and condensing into a great black cloud. Shimmering and hissing, the mass descended into the vents, surging though the labyrinthine passages to the belly of the decaying beast. And with a horrible vortex of condensing insects, Nemeck reappeared, the tiny creatures melting together to form flesh and sinew.

The expanse was covered in shadows, lit only by the weak green glow of the emergency lights. Cerebral fluid dripped down the walls in glistening sheets, and already the floor was being overtaken by puddles. But glowing within the darkness, Nemeck’s eyes alighted upon his target. A row of computer consoles and circuitry circled the Aurora Unit’s base, untouched by Crehavos’ wrath. Nemeck smirked.

As he approached, his skin and robes once against writhed. This time though, it did not fly apart, but twisted and contorted, changing color and hardening into the metallic green tint of the Federation uniform. The shapeshifter’s aged face smoothed and paled, melting into the calm visage of Fleet Admiral Dane. He stooped before the console, lowering a small vial into the draining fluid. After filling it, he secured its lid and pocketed it, removing a small disk drive in its place. A Yin Yang overlaid with the Smash Emblem adorned its surface, as did the words “Et in Arcadia Ego.” With a small click, the hands of Admiral Dane slid the device into the appropriate drive, allowing the software inside to run its course.

“ Authentication Required.” A computerized voice rang out, the dull sound echoing across the chamber and abruptly ended the reigning silence.

“Dane, Castor.” Nemeck answered, a slight southern accent twanging across his lips.

“Access granted. Please state directive.”

“File download. Aurora Unit schematic and related systems.”

“One moment please.” The computer answered, and began to process its command.

As the files downloaded, Nemeck stopped to reflect upon his task, a weary, bemused smile starting to appear. This dreary business of ours is almost at an end, my young protégé. Did you enjoy reducing your former master to an errand boy?

“Download complete.” The computer droned. Nemeck withdrew the data drive and secured within his clothing, his mind moving onto the next stage of his venture.

Yet blood once again wets my lance. This pitiful drama between Savior and Devil has been payment enough for this small favor. Nemeck once again dispersed into a vile cloud of insects and made his way back to the surface, reforming into the façade of yet another innocent. He carefully recalled the intelligence photos that he had been shown, recreating every minute feature. When the transformation was complete, he paused to look his reflection over in the fluid spread across the floor. Perfect. As he exited the AU chamber, he shook his head gently and ran his fingers through his silver hair, smiling ruefully.

In time, he returned to the main hangar, the blazing portal still crackling angrily against the cool Elysian air. The smoldering heat of the special gash billowed into the night, sending eddies of swirling air drifting throughout the expansive room. The SSS’ ships were still docked at the station, and Nemeck spotted one that would suit his purpose. Small and fast, and of no great importance. With brisk confident steps, he approached, entering the field of vision of the remaining guards, who saluted at his approach.

“Commander Zel, sir.” They said stiffly, snapping to attention. Nemeck acknowledge with a gentle wave of the hand and entered the craft.

“Prepare for immediate departure. Something has come up that requires my personal attention.”

“Sir.” They replied, and fell in step behind him. Nemeck entered the small cabin and stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the picture image of easy confidence and authority. The craft’s tiny crew sprang to action like clockwork, performing their duties quickly and efficiently. Despite the treachery, Nemeck could not help but admire the discipline of the men around him.

He turned to the copilot as they lifted from the air dock, once more invoking the voice of the man’s commander. “Once we’ve made way, access the Brawler and Forumer personnel files. Download a copy into each of these.” He handed the copilot two data drives, the one he had used before, and another, unmarked one.

I hope you don’t delude yourself, dear Sycophant. He smiled inwardly. You will not be the only one to profit from this night.

The copilot promptly did as ordered, and returned the drives to Nemeck, only the slightest look of questioning in his eyes. Nemeck paid it no mind. “Set course for the Smash Planet. I have business in Hyrule.”

[Tony Redgrave]

[Nouri, Soul Sanctuary]

Its about damn time I reached it.. It had taken him quite sometime but he had made it to the end of the forest and to the edge of the ocean. Ah yes, for what seemed like an endless amount of time, Nouri had taken to the treetops, leaping from branch to branch in silent pursuit of a mysterious man. His hunches were urging him to keep up the chase with this driven individual, certain that he would lead him on to his biggest adventure in quite a while and lo and behold, it seemed he was correct! Before long, he had came to the point where the trees simply stopped there growth and expansion and from up high, he looked on as the man ascended a top a structure in the middle of the area and smashed his way in.

A moment passed..

Two, perhaps Three until finally, he leaped out from the branches and down to the ground where he could view this new area more clearly.

Judging by the looks of it, it appeared to be some type of ruin of sorts and created entirely from what he perceived to be marble and a type of crystal he had no knowledge of whatsoever. The thing that struck him most odd about this place however was that it was suspended in mid air over the water by means he couldn't see.

"So its arcane energy that's keeping it up high I suppose"
he spoke in a rather quiet tone to himself. The first step was now complete and he had reached a point of interest. But, like any good adventurer, he couldn't travel into a place without first gaining a bit of insight as to what he was up against and the possible peril he could face within the structure. Crossing his arms over his chest, Nouri shut his eyes and thus activated the second aspect of his psychic abilities, thinking to himself a single phrase.

"Jakushi.."

Immediately, he gained sight beyond what his normal eyes could view and yet, it wasn't quite a sight as all. Instead, his vision became more like a "feeling" of sorts. His vision was about as dark as anyone else with their eyes shut but he could feel movement all around him and sense motion and speed. He could feel the animals of the forest dashing off in search of food and even simplest of things such as leaves falling from trees and down to the ground as much as three hundred feet away but he could sense also something quite unusual about the ruins.. there were people inside! He knew this because he could "see" their shape, their movements, and interactions with others around. This place wasn't as abandon as he had first thought so now, he would need to take the extra step and sneak within the place. Thankfully though, this person had left him a means to get in with ease.

From here, it was simple stuff really. He had already a means to reach the opening from here as well. Nouri had reached into the side that orange trench coat of his and brandished a small and sleek revolver within his hands. Reaching into the other side of his coat, he pulled from the pocket a small green bullet which he loaded into the cylinder and directed towards the bottom of the destroyed section of the wall.

With the pull of a trigger, a blue star had appeared just beyond the barrel of the gun and gave way to a long green snake composed of metal links and chains with its mouth wide open. The moment the mouth had made contact with the edge of the building, its jaws clamped down with so much pressure, its fangs had pierced into the rock and tightly secured itself at the ledge. The chain then retracted and with the force behind it, pulled Nouri toward it until finally, he could grasp the ledge and pull himself up while the snake disappeared into nothingness. He dusted himself off then and began to walk forward into the depths unknown. What exactly was waiting for him within? Only time would tell.

[Mariomasher]

[LGN's Team]
[Prison Camp]

Music Castle Crashers-Race Around the World:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6GnJNPbRok&feature=related

MM rebuked off a few guards charging him as he freed some prisoners. The slaves scattered in all directions to find a door to get out. He turned to LGN who was also working hard to free prisoners. "LGN!" he called. "I'm going to take Rai and Haylee with me to move through the building! It's only a matter of time before we are overrun! They will attempt to arm themselves with grater weapons. Necro will stay here and help defend you." LGN nodded and MM's trio ran north through the building.

They passed by numerous empty rooms, assuming those prisoners have been executed. As they ran against time, time tripped allowing the trio to pull ahead. They approached a split in the hall. Three paths lay ahead of them now. "Split up?" Rai asked.

"Split up," Haylee responded. MM proceeded forward while Haylee ventured left and Rai to the right. Each of them turned their communicators on. Haylee ran across a short bridge stretching above a mining facility. A great number of slaves were working there. She ducked down behind the rail to seem less visible. She then quickly jumped down. THUMP! She landed louder than she expected as everyone's attention focused on her. She stayed on the ground motionless, as if dead, yet she was perfectly fine.The guards approached her limp body, curious about what had fallen. When they leaned over her, she kicked one in the face and jumped up. The guard attempted to grab her but she extended her arm and a strong gust of wind launched out of it, causing him to fly backwards. Three other guards patrolling the mines rushed in to capture Haylee. She blocked one swing of a hammer, yet was unsuccessful in blocking the sharp sword. Her hand was sliced by the blade. She screamed for a second and then looked back at the guards. Her eyes turned to a whitish blue. He then she cupped her hands together in the shape of a ball. air began swirling inside her hands. She then threw the ball of air towards the guards. The second the orb touched the armor of one of the enemies, it formed a swirling vortex, sucking the three guards in. The vortex did not cease when the guards were engulfed and rampaged the mine. Chains broke and rocks crumbled. The vortex disappeared. The prisoners were freed and ran for the exit. Haylee headed back to the split in the path.

MM ran along his path only to begin walking in a glass hallway. He stopped and looked around. He saw a prodigious room. It looked like a factory but from the year 2500. There were holographic computers, holographic battle simulations, and more. No sign of any prisoners were in that room. "This must be their research center. Looking back at the guards, they need to step it up." MM muttered to himself. He continued on running. he ran further and turned right as the hallway changed directions.

Rai absconded down the third rotunda at high speeds. His path lie along the execution center. Axes sat in rows awaiting a chance to be used, the chance to reduce the amount of prisoners. there was no sign of guards or prisoners. Rai turned left around the corner and collided with MM. Startled, Rai shot electricity at MM. MM ducked down just before the bolt struck him.

"What was that for?" MM asked angrily.

"Sorry, I thought you were a sentinel," Rai panted. MM stared at him blankly. "A ward." Another blank look. "A guard?"

"Ah, okay," MM replied. They glanced to their left and saw a door with only a cloth blocking the entrance. MM pulled it aside and there was an executioner prepared with an axe.

"I heard about the breach and though I'd stay prepared," chuckled the executioner. His axe standing nearly the size of this six foot man shimmered in the dim light. Lifting the axe off the ground, the slightly dull and chipped blade swung vertically at extraordinary speeds.

"Whoa!" Rai exclaimed. He and MM put their palms on the flat sides of the axe and slammed it down to avoid any injuries. "That was a fast strike!" The axe was stuck in the ground and Rai ran to retrieve a barrel. Rai launched the barrel near the executioner's head and MM lit the barrel. The barrel wasn't a normal barrel, it had gunpowder stored inside it. KABOOM! The executioner was on the cold, damp wooden floor. His head detached from his body.

"Well, I was expecting more from that battle," MM stated.

"Yeah, that was a little anticlimactic," Rai responded. "We need to find Haylee, the north is clear. We need to find LGN and see if he cleared the south!" MM nodded and they returned together in a search to find Haylee. At the split, they reunited.

"How did your searches go?" Haylee asked the two men.

"Eh, our paths crossed and we met up with an executioner. Other than that, it was fine," Rai reported. "You?"

"I freed some miners. Also got my hand sliced, if you call that good luck," Haylee held out her hand. MM ripped off part of the bottom of his cape and tied it around Haylee's wound. "Thanks." MM just smiled.

"LGN will have to wait. You won't be seeing him for a long time," spoke a voice from ahead. DMM appeared. He drew his sword immediately and stuck it in the ground. "This is where you stop!"

[kunekune]

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Vladimir, Viola, Hazel]

Trepidation faded to calmness as Viola slowly walked down the corridor, the strange man following closely behind with light footsteps. She slowed down a bit so that they were level since she didn't know where the rooms were and matched his pace, hanging just a little behind so as to not look awkward. As she walked, an inexplicable smile crept on her face and any tension she had felt before released as if she knew she was in the company of friends despite their recent acquaintance--if you could call that a proper meeting. Regardless she knew that this mysterious man was here to help and decided to trust his judgment for the moment.

"I trust you will find competent rest here," Vladimir began while turning his head toward her, a genial expression on his face. "We are quite safe in here from the ruckus outside."

"Thank you for your hospitality, and if there is any way, any way that I can repay you for your kindness please tell me," Viola said softly, her eyes peering up into his face.

"You needn't worry about that, I was only doing my duty."

Rounding the corner, Viola noticed a figure in the distance running clumsily towards herself and Vladimir. A young girl by obvious observation, she had thick hazel hair and deep brown eyes, though the latter was only visible from a close range as this lass was squinting at something. Closer inspection revealed her to be in bed attire, so her state was understandable to Viola, however her intent was not. Vladimir narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace.

However before either had a chance to speak, their heads turned and gazed at the long, deep valleys carved into the otherwise perfect walls of the hallway. Viola crept closer and bent around Vladimir to catch a glimpse of what made the two mute. Her eyes widened.

"Oh God--"

((OOC: I hope I haven't gone too far with my control over the other characters; I'll amend if need be.))

[sasukess]

[Storm]
[Voltage]

Voltage was forced away from Crush by the winds of this maelstrom. After a single blaze of light struck between them, her form disappeared from his sight. Voltage grabbed hold of a lightning bolt, holding on it as if it was a tree branch. "Crap." He jumped to another bolt as the first disappeared. "Oh well. She'll be fine on her own." With that he hopped from bolt to bolt like a monkey in a forest.

After what seemed like hours of bolt-hopping, Voltage finally came to the end of the storm clouds. He slid down one last bolt, making sparks fly as he did. When he was almost at the ground, he jumped off and broke into a run.

The nightmarish demon, after having to run for an hour straight, came onto a camp for one. A mere traveler, male, poked his fire. A creature, covered by the darkness of night, snuck up to him. The traveler, being unaware of the beast, drank some tea he had boiled as he thought of his freelance market business. It was going well, and he was returning to Castle Town to get more supplies. Suddenly, a forearm protruded from his chest. He saw his blood trickle off a clawed hand. The hand was pulled out, and he fell to the ground.

Voltage watched as the human's blood ran down the hill. Then, just for laughs, he decided to throw the body into the campfire. The traveler, apparently still alive, jumped up and ran towards the lake, only to fall a few feet short from the water's edge. He looked up weakly to see the beast who had killed him wash his hands in the water. Illuminated by the fire, Voltage's shadow danced across the bank. Voltage left the traveler as he took his last breath. He hopped onto the horse and rode off into the night.

The horse was starting to tire, yet Voltage still pressed it on. They were approaching a castle surrounded by a small town. He rode up to a small cliff on it's left. He got off the horse and it fell over; Voltage staring as it fell down. He just shrugged and walked up the stone stairs to the doorway into Castle Town. One of the guards made a motion of tipping a hat, saying hello. Voltage just looked away.

Voltage was sitting on a rooftop. His black clothing contrasted greatly with the moon as his silhouette cast a shadow onto the streets below. Voltage knew that something interesting going to happen soon, all he had to do was wait a bit.

(OOC: Eiron, I'm not sure what you're going to do, but I'm in Castle Town like you wanted.)

[Soul Sanctuary]
[Vladimir, Hazel, Viola]

Vladimir ran his fingers through the curves that has defiled the beauty of these walls. Some sort of beast carved these lines into the wall, and he needed to find out what. He followed the trail with Hazel and Viola following him. It went into the basement. He saw the wooden door in splinters across the staircase. He quickly ran down the stairs; the wood snapped under his feet. As he came into his bar, a male was sitting at a table. As soon as he heard Vladimir and the girls come, he looked up, his face oozing an animal-like hunting instinct. The man's mouth turned into a grin of malice and evil intent as looked at Vladimir. He spoke, he voice almost a growl.

"More?"

[aizou]

Soul sanctuary

Something started to move from one of the dimensional pockets from nouri's coat, it seemed like a sphere was trying to open its way through it, suddenly it popped out and looked around seemed like they were someone else from where they had been the last time.

The blue thing rolled down and fell on the ground with a "thump" noise, landing upside down and watching at the thief, all that he could hear from blorp was.. pii, seemed like the little blue thing was hungry as well after a good nap-

[Deleted]

[ Portal ]
[ Genesis, Oakley, Jonas, Neni ]

After leaving from Hell through a portal, they realized that they were still stuck inside and not in Skytown. The dimension started to turn blue and for some reason Genesis recognized the dimension.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmU6yqdOAOk&feature=related
[ Tekken Tag Tournament - UNKNOWN ]

Genesis eyes were shocked as he remembered that this was the exact dimension where he got his true power, The Source of Ice. "It can't be....why are we here?", Genesis said. Neni looked at him and asked, "Its pretty chilly in here, you recognized this place Alexander?" Genesis answered,"Yea...guys....this the place where I got my true powers." Everyone was shocked and gasped.

Suddenly a bizzard came out of nowhere and it turned into a blizzard vortex try to suck the Super Humans in like a black hole.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=WS2X3mi-szo
[ Ratchet & Clank Up Your Arsenal - Operation " Iron Shield" ]

"D...Damn it, guy help!!!",Genesis yelled. His teammates tried to rescue him but everyone got caught up into it.

[glow=blue,2,300]"Water Bubble!!"[/glow]

Oakley created a bubble protecting them all, but Genesis got pulled out of the bubble and they got seperated into the black hole.
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Suddenly, Genesis was unconscious for a minute and then he woke up in Castle Town.

[ Castle Town ]
[ Genesis, Voltage ]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWTkd9Uskzo&feature=related
[ The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess - Twilight Realm ]

Genesis looked around and asked himself, "Where the hell did I end up....am I in another world?". Suddenly Genesis realized that his whole attire changed, his clothing and everthing.



Genesis said,"What the f**k happened to me.....I kinda like this look." Then he realized that this time he had two guns, both with a radiant glow of cold ice.



Genesis smiled and said,"Maybe I was in that dimension for a reason....thanks Edo." Genesis then looked up just to see a familiar person standing on top of the rooftop....it was Voltage.

"Uh....Its Voltage."

[eiron]

[Eiron, Falcon, Snicket ect.]
{Reeka Laboratories}

((OOC: Snicket, I’m not entirely sure whether you wanted me to teleport you to safety or to let you ride Petey out. If I’m in error doing this, let me know and write your next post as if I did exactly as you’d hoped. I’ll fix this up if that’s the case.))

“Let’s go,” Bob said. “Now.

“That’s my cue.” Eiron answered, moving swiftly between Snicket, Falcon, and Petey. “With so many people, and with someone as, er, large as Petey, I can only take us a short distance.” He motioned for everyone to gather closer, which they did. “Also, I can only travel to places I can see, because suddenly appearing inside the space occupied by a random passerby would really suck.”

“What about the others?” Falcon asked, jerking his head towards Kin and his companions. “Be kinda rude to leave them, don’t you think?”

Eiron shrugged, turning in direction of Falcon’s gaze. “They teleported in too. Without knowing exactly where they were going. Almost like cheating.” With a flash of light, the four of them disappeared, Petey rubbing his stomach happily as he vanished.

They emerged at the top of the chasm, and were immediately engulfed in light again. With a heave, they were dropped roughly onto the far edge of the Castle overlooking the doomed laboratory. They stood, slowly disentangling themselves from each other and gazing at the sinking slab of dark rock, gradually disappearing into the molten lake of lava surrounding it. Eiron stood, put his hand to his stomach with a surprised look on his face, and knelt back down, winded.

Falcon smirked. “Baby.”

Eiron shook his head, smiling as he recovered. “It’s like connecting a circuit. Where I want to go, where the mass doesn’t exist, that’s the negative end. Where I am, where there is mass and energy, that’s the positive. I can make the two naturally attract each other, but just like a real circuit, the bigger the load and the greater the distance, the more work it takes to get there.”

Falcon considered his words, then said “Baby.”

[Nemeck]
{One of Zel’s ships, Sky over Hyrule}

“Take us in.” Nemeck said, using his stolen voice. “Head directly for Castle Town.”

The pilot hesitated, then followed his commands, lowering the small craft through Hyrule’s dense clouds. His hands gripped the controls tightly, and a drop of sweat appeared on his brow. Tension had begun to spread throughout the ship. Fear was like a virus. Contagious.

Most regrettable. An efficient lot, these soldiers.

“Sir,” the copilot said with impressive calm, “if we continue on this course the enemy will detect us. Hyrule remains in the hands of our foes.” The remaining crew slowed slightly in their errands, eyes turning towards the cabin. But they did not cease in their work, nor did they show any indication of raising their voices in opposition. “Castle Town’s triple As are coming up on our screen now Sir.”

“Stay calm and hold course.” Nemeck said quietly. “We’re expected.”

“They’re firing!” The pilot shouted, banking the craft sharply to the side. A massive explosion rocked the ship, and the craft rolled wildly to the right, stabilizing precariously. The crew locked themselves into their battle stations, and the helmsmen scrambled to control the ship as it pitched and weaved through the fusillade. Again, Nemeck could not help but be impressed with their skill and discipline. It was regrettable that they had to die like this.

The pilot began to turn his head back towards Nemeck for direction, but not fast enough to see the blow that killed him. Nemeck’s blade pierced through the back of his chair, impaling the pilot. In a ringing flash of steel, the copilot met the same fate before he could even gasp in shock. Nemeck whirled to the crew, now locked in place by their restraining gear. They had frozen, dumbstruck by the events taking place in the cockpit. With a sneer, chunks of Nemeck’s body ripped themselves from his torso, exploding into dense clouds of flies which race across the ship at lightning speed. Before the crew could react, there were insects crawling down their throats, into their mouths, their noses their eyes. Choking them, biting, stinging from the inside. Writhing and screaming in smothered gurgles, they died, consumed by pain and horror beyond reasoning.

Most regrettable.

Nemeck returned to the instrument panel, nonchalantly reassembling himself as the warning lights lit up. They were firing again. Nemeck smiled madly, his eyes gleaming. Excitement coursed through his body, electrifying his senses and filling him with elation. What a dreary world we must live in, Nemeck thought, that it takes something like this to feel alive.

The craft exploded. A wave of concussive energy ripped through the center of the ship, tearing apart the metal and engulfing the craft in flames. Nemeck withdrew his blades from the pilots and held them between him and the explosion, forming an X with the swords. The searing flash of light bent around the barriers, warping and burning the air around him.

As the craft broke apart, Nemeck fell free from the spiraling ruin, dark wings spreading from his back. Silent and invisible against the night sky above, he descended upon Hyrule Castle Town.

[ayame]

[Alura, Crush (Tiny Cave)]

“She is so adorable!!” Alura said staring at crush’s soaked body. Now she looked like a wet kitty cat. Alura’s face became redder and redder as she thought about it. A couple of seconds later, she fell to the ground and passed out. Alura was still a little worn out from the hike, not to mention that she didn't quite recover from her fall. The rain outside continued to shower over the land around them. The thunder roared in the sky as little Alura slipped into dream world

[Serenity, Kaila (Prismatic Garden)]

A gentle breeze brushed through the grass. The butterflies flew freely through the air, living their lives as the normally do. Tiny particles of light began to appear around the garden, moving, forming into one ball of energy. The ball began to take form, expanding itself to create an oval shaped structure. It was a portal, one that connected the smash world to a different universe. Serenity casually stepped out of the portal and opened her eyes to see the wonderful area from her past. Her hand brushed across the long silk-like grass, embracing its soft texture. The very sight of this place bought a smile to her face. “This place hasn’t changed a bit”.

“Oh ya.. Well you have changed a lot.”

Serenity turned around to see a more familiar face from her past memories. She sighed and looked at the tiny fairy, staring at her with her piercing eyes.



“I thought I felt an annoying presence in the air but it was only a matter of time till I figured out whom. How are you Kaila?” The fairy put her tiny hands on her hips and her cheeks became red.

“You have a lot of nerve showing up her after you abandoned me for 7 years!!!” Kaila said in her squeaky voice. Serenity was now very annoyed with the situation. She came here to complete her father’s request and enjoy some nostalgic moments but she never expected to fun into her. Kaila was the annoying fairy that followed her wherever they went. She would taunt her, make fun of her and play lot of evil little tricks. Kaila belonged to a large family of fairies that live in Twinleaf forest. The fairies home resides deep within it, near a small hidden meadow unexplored by outsiders. Serenity never knew why Kaila left her home but she refused to tell anyone.

“I had important things to do Kaila, stuff I needed to do alone. Besides, don’t you have a family to go to?” Kaila face suddenly turned from angry to sad. In that instant, Serenity knew that she struck a soft spot.

“Well the thing is…. I’ve been banished from my home.” Kaila said as she stared at the ground. Serenity smiled and walked up to her.

“What happened?” She asks, hoping to get a clear answer this time. Kaila flew up on Serenity’s shoulder and looked into her eyes.

“Well the queen of the fairies banished me because I wasn’t pulling my own weight. Normally a fairy is born with natural powers, whether it is an elemental energy or a unique power. I was born with neither. I didn’t have a knack for magic like the other fairies, so I couldn’t complete my daily task. I was cast out as a failure.” Kaila began to shed tears out of her little eyes. Serenity felt a little sad for her. To be cast away by your own family because you weren’t gifted enough. It was a cruel deed that shouldn’t be done to anyone. Serenity used her finger to gently raise Kaila’s head.

“I’ll make you a deal Kaila. If you help me complete my task, I’ll teach you how to use soul energy.”

“Really?” Kaila said wiping the tears off of her face. Serenity nodded and a tiny smile formed across the fairy’s face.

“umm… but what is this task you require me to do?”. Kaila said in a confused tone. Serenity stood up and brushed the hair from her face.

“I’ll tell you on the way, come on.” Serenity began walking toward the entrance to the forest. Kaila was a little confused but she followed her, hoping to get some answers to her question.

[sasukess]

[Castle Town]
[Voltage]

Voltage waited on the rooftop of a building in Castle Town. He didn't know why he was, he just knew that if he stayed, something interesting would happen soon. His body cast a dark shape onto the moon as he sat there. He looked down into the streets. The lampposts' lights revealed no one was around. Suddenly, a scent appeared. Voltage knew this scent. He looked towards the scent and spoke.

"Genesis? What are you doing here?"

(OOC: Half-assed compared to my other version... -_-)

[Tiny Cave]
[Crush, Alura]

Crush watched with horror as Alura fell to the ground unconscious. She jumped over to Alura and tried to shake her awake. After a few times, Crush put her ear to Alura's heart to make sure she was still alive. She breathed a sigh of relief; Alura's heart was still beating. Crush then realized that she was laying on top of Alura. Her turned as red as a beet. She should have gotten off, but Alura was so warm, and Crush was so cold. Crush cuddled into Alura, and fell asleep.

[Cell]

[Crehavos, Sovaherc]
{Hell}

A grimace encrusted itself into the hellion’s face, the nauseating monologue on this saint’s behalf was considered to be marginally vexatious by the dark emperor; his righteous babble on how rotten and evil Crehavos truly was, it only made the tyrant want to reach out and throttle his neck until his skin was blue and frigid as the arctic sea. Though he knew Sovaherc had every right in the world to declare what he had, its difference was entirely impertinent. This one didn’t have even the most tenuous notion lingering in his mind in regards to what Crehavos has endured, on the errors he’s made and judgments he has been forced to give. . . Why should he expect different, though? Not one of these fools would ever understand. Not one.

“It is truly pitiful that you are so incapable of a simple foresight,” the demon began with disappointment, however retaining his smug expression as hastening forward towards the throne where his nemesis stood tall, proud, and unbroken. His boots clacked on the hard marble tier as he went, echoing throughout the expansive atrium; breaking the ominous silence. Crehavos continued, though this time, an air of conceited amusement was easily distinguished from his generally monotone chatter, “You’d be amazed by what one can accomplish with a little effort. You see, unlike yourself, I possess an array of dexterities that you could only dream of . . . unlike you, I’ve been fully acknowledged of both of our fates.”

Sovaherc’s brow rose with perplexing curiosity, looking at Crehavos slightly if he were a ludicrous buffoon. Obviously, he was quite ignorant of Sovaherc’s own potency, though there was already something about his demeanor that seemed a little . . . deranged. At least, more than what he had heard and what he had based on his own observations prior to this meeting. His voice suggested no different, as it held varying tones of disbelief and confusion, “You’re talking madness. The future is subjective to change, not a thing you see in a vision is certain.”

“SILENCE!” howled Crehavos, all traces of cavalier gone instantaneously; his eyes demented. All sound in the chamber had become notably diminished; all noise completely absent except for their already hushed breathing. Even the candles that lined the walls were stifled against the bedlam. Only after a few moments of chilling reticence, Crehavos had sedated himself quite some from his precipitous uproar, albeit his face was glutted with the most terrible form of repugnance. “You have continued to preach to me on all of the sins I have committed,” he began, voice saturated with enmity, “even though I am the one who judges sin. It isn’t the Gods who determine whether souls move to Heaven or Hell, if it wasn’t for my existence, even the vilest of people would move onto the serene realm of the dead.

“I am the one who decides who lives on, I am the one who decides who is damned for eternity! I have brought order to this world, nothing is misshapen! Those who comply live their lives in peace while in accordance with my world, and those who defy . . .” Crehavos’ voice faded on that last word, standing only a couple of feet away now from his holy counterpart, their timeless gazes interlocked. “. . . Do not deserve to exist.

“And challenging that authority is reprehensible,” hissed Crehavos with abhorrence, his monstrous power surging out like thunder; cracking the glossy, marble surface beneath his feet.

Sovaherc hadn’t said a word, having been listening intently to the dark lord’s hysteria. The light deity took a step forward, advancing on his opposite with outstanding authority. His words were very calm, yet stern when he spoke, “Whatever excuses you may have for your atrocious acts, it cannot be helped. You must be removed from this realm indefinitely, your tyranny ends today, Lord Crehavos!”

The dark emperor flinched briefly at this acrid declaration, but shrugged it off as just a minor annoyance. His gaze wondered off to the far corner of the room, perhaps looking for something that could help him in this nearing impossible triumph. He didn’t make any indication that he would stir, keeping his scrutiny in place, solemn and lugubrious. And yet . . . he spoke casually to Sovaherc, as if it were a simple disagreement between two dear friends, “What a shame . . . you really don’t understand a thing.”

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Crehavos gently drifted into the center atmosphere of the throne hollow, his stare never leaving his doppelganger foe. The air about him was intense, unwavering for this fated confrontation. Sovaherc had once again unsheathed his blade, directed towards his hovering nemesis, his face too showing supreme concentration.

And then, the fiendish emperor vanished from sight. Sovaherc’s body tensed, he knew what was to come before it even occurred. Not seconds later, he felt his body hurling itself abrasively towards the stone walls of the room, responding to the fierce impact from Lord Crehavos.

There was a loud grunt heard as a black and white blur collided and broke through the mighty partition that enclosed the cavity, the scarlet of the underworld dominion flooding into hall of the demon’s own autocracy. Crehavos darted after his counterpart with unnatural speed, watching closely for any sign of resistance that he may need to defend himself against. He spotted Sovaherc close to the magma tarn, a little tattered after the first attack, extending his sword and arm up above his head; a glamorous light radiating from his weapon.

The divine combatant brought down his blade which in turn shot a narrow slice of luminous energy directly at the Lord of Hell, but the monstrous opponent was to quick and clever to be struck so easily by an attack he knew like the back of his hand. Crehavos dodged the light version of his “Fissure Slash” with a swift grace as the bulleting attack sliced into Fallen Angel Castle, segmenting a tower off of the magnificent structure that crumbled into the vast lava lake below.

“I see . . . so you even have your own variations of my techniques. Interesting . . .” said Crehavos eyeing the damage that had been done to his hell bastion, a strong hiss apparent from the boiling pieces of demon flesh and whatever else was contained in the severed piece of castle. Turning back towards his adversary, a jet black sword was conjured in his grasp, an amused grin appearing blatantly on his face. “Well, I’ll just have to be cautious of your trickery, won’t I?”

“Certainly,” Sovaherc replied, returning the smirk.

In the time it would take for a heart to beat thrice, the hellion had already shot forth and started hacking away at his opposite with his lethal rapier. With each swing of his blade, Crehavos would spin and flip or move in some gracefully odd fashion to try and catch his double off guard, but Sovaherc was able to block him blow for blow with merely his forearms and shins. And yet, he could do no more than defend against the tyrant. Every time he made an attempt to strike back, the assaults only became deadlier and more aggressive.

The onslaught continued on for several minutes, and Crehavos was showing absolutely no signs of fatigue or relief. This bombardment, though, was taking its toll on Sovaherc. His forearms and shins were badly grazed, gushing enormous amounts of blood from his ever deepening wounds. He had to find a way to escape from it . . . and quickly.

On cue, it would seem, he spotted an opening. Time itself gave the impression of hurdling to a near screeching halt, slowing greatly for Sovaherc to take advantage of this window of opportunity. His elbow was close enough so that he could thrust it out to strike Crehavos clear in his face, which would allow Sovaherc a diversion so he could devise a new strategy to take on this beast.

“Now!” yelled the light warrior as he enacted on the open area of assailment. Precisely, he thrust his elbow to smash into Crehavos’ nose, knocking the demon off with an audible crack and a harsh wail of pain.

Crehavos was far past furious, he didn’t even bother to mend his broken, violet bloody mess of a nose as he soared after Sovaherc; over the cobblestone wasteland. His glare was fixated on the exact position of Sovaherc, he followed his every movement, every change in direction perfectly, never letting him get away for even a moment. The Hell Lord descended slightly, now only a few meters above the jagged ground in which they skyrocketed past. He steadily lowered his sword, more and more until it started to glide across the surface, until it began to dig violently into the rock, sending sparks flying behind. A large, gaping fissure was beginning to take shape in the land with more influence from Crehavos, burrowing to the bottomless pits of hell to unleash gazers of restless volcanic emission.

The lava seemed to rising out more so, curling and distorting to form a sort of tunnel around the dark emperor, as if to Crehavos’ own whim. Sure enough, the dastardly villain began to chant a very malicious incantation, making the molten rock bubble and glow under his powerful words, ”Fires of the Underworld, rise to claim the life of the one whom I seek! OBLITERATE!”

A monstrosity BOOM echoed from the inferno, as if a nuke had exploded just right over their heads. The continually erupting magma had literally exploded around Crehavos’ very being, spurting out everywhere in a massive tidal wave of smoldering death. It did not cease there, the jinxed firestorm seemed to have a mind of its own now. The entirety of it that had been released from the fissure was now sloshing forth in torrents on both the ground and in the sky, maneuvering around its enchanter and heading for something else.

Sovaherc.

[bobsnicket]

(OOC: It's fine, Eiron)

[Crehavos, Sovaherc]

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The torrents of lava cascaded toward Sovaherc from several sides, intent on destruction. But the counterpart was not ready to give up. He had been called upon to be a source of hope, a savior, to the good people of this world, and that was exactly what he planned on following through with. Facing the virtual wall of molten death, he extended his left hand which was not currently holding his multi-colored blade. The magma loomed toward him, and made to consume his flesh, but as it approached, a division was made so that it all passed harmlessly around, over, and below him. Crehavos watched with passionate hate as his enemy seemed to be overcome by his superheated attack, but after it all passed, Sovaherc remained completely unscathed, without so much as the equivalent of a sunburn.

He looked defiantly at the Lord of Hell, making unwavering eye contact, his disposition grim. "So, I don't understand a thing, do I?" He commented with a touch of skepticism. "Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps this time, you are the one who has underestimated his opponent? After all, you know little to nothing of where I come from and who I really am, while the SSS has told me all about you." He slashed his sword in the air, each time sending arcs of shining energy at Crehavos, who neatly dodged each projectile. "You started out a virtual stranger in the Smash Universe, chasing after boys in cloaks and contending other demonic forces who sought to usurp your throne." He slashed again. "You aided the SSS in bringing down the Brothers of Destruction." Another slash. "You used to be much more composed, slightly less tyrannical, and more distinct in your purpose." Sovaherc sidestepped an angry lunge from the Emperor, gaze still fixed on his opposite. "But at some point, you retracted into yourself, and allowed your hate and lust for power to corrupt your very being. I know not what form of loss or pain you endured, but to be sure, something ate away at you long enough that you decided to lash out at others."

Sovaherc dashed forward, and with a clang, his blade connected with the black one of Crehavos, and they began to duel with ridiculous speed and skill. Geysers of boiling lava burst from small holes in the plain, the demons and SSS combating in the distance south of the castle. Sovaherc continued to speak as they fought relentlessly, his green eyes twinkling. "To claim that only you decide who enjoys exaltation and who is damned after death is utter blasphemy. The gods judge the works of every creature and place them where their deeds have earned them. All you do is reign over those whose reward is the greatest of shame, the most supreme of failure in life. A King you are, Crehavos." He hinted at a grin. "A King of losers."

That, of course, only further provoked Crehavos's wrath upon him, as the swordfight pushed Sovaherc back, inconveniently for him, toward the edge of the lava lake.

"You are a fool to judge me," Crehavos spat. "Your own Bible dictates against it, and yet you stand here pretending to know things which only I, sovereign of the universe, can know."

Sovaherc glanced behind him at the perilous cliff, continuing the fierce battle. "There is nothing in the Bible saying that we cannot curse the Devil. And since that is whom you claim to be, I see no sin in exposing your atrosities, 'my Lord.'" He vanished in a flash of light and reappeared on one of the precarious rock formations jutting out of the lava lake. "It is obvious that this contest cannot be won by our skill with a sword, or our knowledge of magical doctrine. For I am, after all, the only true equal of you, Crehavos. I was designed for the very purpose of being able to match your might, and eventually conquering it. But do not forget as well, counterpart, that since my motives are the complete reverse of your own, in a sense, I know you better than anyone. And I can declare with confidence that there is an advantage I possess which you do not. I have a cause worth fighting for, worth dying for, one which I know is right and cannot doubt the integrity of. You, on the other hand, can only cling onto your selfish reasons and desires to justify your actions. Well, that is slippery ground, my friend, and I am sad to say that you are about to slip. And being your opposite, I know something else still which you seem to refrain from telling anyone."

Despite how most of his words simply refracted off of Crehavos's hardened heart, Sovaherc's next words seemed to, in fact, get to him. He could see it deep in the lord's lifeless eyes. "Remember this. You...are not happy, and you cannot deny it. Despite your position of ultimate power, despite your innumerable followers and immeasurable control over everything and everyone in this once-peaceful world, you are miserable in your success, and are unwilling to admit it. You are confused and lost because you can no longer find joy in life, yet you are immortal. Well, this is the answer, Crehavos: satisfaction in evil will NEVER COME! Brief triumph, yes; short spurts of enlivenment and false exultation. But it is all temporary. Good is forever, neverending, and eternal; evil has an end. A terrible end, one filled with wailing and agony and gnashing of teeth. That is the mistake you made, and by unmaking you, I will spare you from suffering a far greater punishment for that mistake if you continued to exist. May my power, designed for this very purpose, by the might of the Almighty and the pureness of Palutena, obliterate you from the face of the earth; you have no place in this world!"

With these words, the noble Sovaherc let out a righteous cry, and reaching into every fiber of his being, sent forth an enormous pillar of green energy toward his malevolent enemy (after sheathing his sword), calling upon every drop of strength he had in him to match that of his polar opposite. Reacting, Crehavos did the same, only his was deep red--red as blood, red as sin--and in the middle between them the pillars of energy met, pushing against each other.

Sovaherc willed for the righteous light to triumph over evil, as it always had; for that was what must tip the balance in his favor in order for him to come out victorious. He held his ground valiently, confident even as the effort drained his strength.

The columns pushed back and forth, but little headway was being made. Now both Crehavos and Sovaherc alike were visibly trembling as each met the heights of strength neither had ever had to exhort previously.

But then, with a fell yell, the Lord of Hell caused his pillar to thicken, to grow, and to push harder. The green beam started to be pushed back towards its host.

Sovaherc fought with all his might to maintain his standing, and to turn the tide; but he was beginning to find that his reserves were being depleted, while now Crehavos seemed to be going stronger than ever. Then a horrible thought struck him.

The Orb of Ucria's Last...it can't be...he must have....

As Sovaherc's vision began to become more red than green, his eyes widened.

[Hell Battlefield]

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The seven Hands flew in a V formation through the portal leading from Skytown to Hell. Master Hand took the head, with Crazy and Lady Hand to his immediate sides. Gold and Silver Hands were behind each of those, and then Flame and Ice Hands flanked the group. With great grandeur, they entered into battle.

Master Hand spiraled in, zapping dozens of demons with his blue lasers coming from each fingertip.

Crazy Hand laughed maniacally as he zoomed from place to place, dropping bombs and firing missiles freely at Crehavos's minions. He managed to take out a giant demon pig the size of a movie theater.

Lady Hand swerved gracefully into the enemy ranks, grasping handfuls of demons and hurling them far beyond into the lava lake.

Gold Hand, also known as Mitas Hand, pushed along the ground, turning every monster he touched into solid gold, eventually sweeping each collection back down the infernal pits from whence they came as if they were dust on the counter.

Silver Hand created whirlwinds and speeding wind currents which buffeted the heretical lines, creating chaos as they were tossed to and fro through the air, colliding into each other and sliding down pits or into the lake.

Flame Hand pointed his finger and shot huge blazes of fire into the endlessly replenishing foe, taking out large chunks of terrain with each blow.

Ice Hand was perhaps the most helpful of all the hands. For he was the one who began to work on sealing shut the gaping crags with ice, so that the demons would eventually crawl out of their Hellholes no more.

The SSS cheered. They were once fierce enemies with the Hands, but things had changed. Crehavos had been that change.

[Snicket, Yoshi, Eiron, Cpt. Falcon, Piranha Gohma]

Bob watched in awe as what remained of the work of Professor Ulysses Reeka sank slowly but surely into the lava lake. He knew that without his fellow SSS companions, he would still be in there, perhaps in several shredded pieces. He thought about Kin, Geo, and Snake, and began to worry they didn't make it out in time.

But then he saw, rising out of the skewed laboratory, Snake, clinging on to his handy Cipher gadget. Kin was holding on to Snake's legs, and Geo to Kin's. So, good. They had all made it.

Another crack jerked his attention to the right, where Piranha Gohma took up nearly an acre of space because of his wide-spread spider limbs. It happened so fast, he and the others could not do anything to stop it. The beast roared and tried to scramble away, for the stone beneath him had snapped off and was crumbling off of the cliff, like a sand castle being eroded by the ocean.

"Petey!" Snicket cried, shocked as his most recent friendly acquaintance went down with the tumbling rock. With a sickening plop, both masses disappeared below the surface of the boiling sea.

He shook his head sorrowfully, turning back to the others. But perhaps, he thought, it was for the best. Personally, he wouldn't have much enjoyed a life as part-arachnid either.

Just then, Taishi flapped down to join them. "Hey, Bob. Fancy seeing you here!" the rogue said. "Ready to send these demons to...er...ready to kill some demons?"

But the boy had been barely listening. He was staring at his right glove. It was white. That could mean only one thing: Sovaherc was at this very moment engaging with their great enemy. The future depended on the outcome of that conflict. Now, he realized, was the time to act.

"You're right, Taishi," Bob replied, looking at the black Yoshi. "But aren't those wings supposed to last only a short while?" he asked curiously.

Taishi displayed his white wings proudly. "What? Oh, these? Well, I'm just special like that, I guess. Now let's go!"

"But where to, Bob?" Yoshi stood at Snicket's side. "The castle? Or the battlefield?"

"Hey!" Captain Falcon called, pointing toward the drawbridge. "I see Dobs! He's fighting the Black Knight...."

"Hm..." The writer pondered, trying to decide where their help would be most needed. Then he looked again at the bloody war taking place, demons spilling out of cracks like carnivorous insects, the much fewer SSS forces struggling to hold them off. Also... He instinctively began to reach toward his cloak pocket. I've been meaning to use it for some time....

"Eiron?" Snicket turned to the young man who reminded him much of himself.

"Yes, Snicket?"

"I am going to lend our troops some much-needed assistance."

"I'm coming with you, Bob," Yoshi interjected.

"Me, too," Taishi added.

Bob nodded to them in acknowledgement, then addressed Eiron again. "You can either come with us, or go to the castle and help Dobs. I expect soon enough, though, all the Forumers and Brawlers will be gathering there--that is, if any of Crehavos's commanders try to make a stand or something once their master is gone." He glanced at the battlefield again. "I'll leave you to decide; you can follow us if that is what you choose to do. When Snake's group gets here, they can choose for themselves as well."

With that, Snicket, Yoshi, and Taishi began to make their way swiftly to the battlefield. Once they were within 100 yards of Crehavos's forces (most of the SSS were cut off from them at the moment), Bob came to a halt.

Yoshi and Taishi slowed and turned to him inquiringly, who held up a finger for them to wait, reached into his cloak. After a second, he brought out a spectacular glowing ball. A Smash Ball.

"I bartered this off a strange mask salesman on the road a while back," he explained. "I've been itching to see what it does for me ever since...."

After those words, the author took the colorful sphere in his hand and crushed it. He was amazed as his body began glowing with its power, the energy rushing into him. His eyes were not a cerulean blue, but a radiant yellow.

The demons, seeing the newcomers, began swarming closer and closer to them, until they were only fifty yards, twenty yards, ten yards away. They screamed, jeered, mocked, and spat towards them, eager to spill the heroes' blood. The two Yoshis at Snicket's side prepared themselves for battle.

Bob clenched his fists, activating his Final Smash. He took out his hammer as, appearing behind the three of them in a wondrous array, scores upon scores, hundreds of surprising things appeared out of thin air to his aid.

Bears, deer, seals, sheep, and various other forest creatures. Elves, grinning wider than one would think possible, carrying rifles gleefully. Cows, leprechauns, and random objects with eyes ranging from trees to waffles. All of them formed the Snicket battalion, which, while of a cartoonish and cheesy appearance, presented a very real threat to the previously over-confident demons.

Bob Snicket twirled his hammer in his hands, grinning wryly.

"Say hello," he said, "to my well-armed friends."

[eiron]

[Eiron, Falcon]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

Eiron and Falcon watched morosely as Snicket and his companions headed towards the castle, considering their options. Falcon sighed and stretched, the picture image of nonchalance amid the smoldering landscape of Hell. His apparent calm reassured Eiron, even if he knew it was probably a façade. “Come on,” he said, moving after Snicket. “We should stick together.”

Falcon nodded, and the two followed after the young writer. “What about Dobs?” Falcon asked, a measure of reproach in his voice. “You’re ok with leaving him and the tin can alone against the Black Knight?”

“Dobs is a big boy, he can handle himself.” Eiron said calmly. “Besides, he’s distracting one of Crehavos’ more formidable commanders. That’s one less person standing between us and the main target.”

Falcon merely grunted, but said nothing more. As they approached Snicket’s group from behind, they came to the sudden and shocking revelation that there company had been joined by a flying waffle. For a moment, the two thought they had gone completely insane. Then, countless random objects and creatures filled their vision, springing from midair and rallying around Snicket. This did not assuage their fears of insanity by any means, but it was vaguely reassuring to know that their forces were bolstered.

Then, Falcon noticed the fiery aura around Snicket and snapped his fingers. “Smash ball.” He said, his voice somewhere between dumbstruck and hilarity. “This is Snicket’s Final Smash.” He looked around in wonder, a gigantic grin covering his face. “Hahaha, wow. How can we not win now?”

[Ganondorf, Mewtwo]
{Hyrule Castle, Throne Room}

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The Dark Lord sat wearily onto his ill gotten throne, his golden eyes locked onto Mewtwo’s. He settled slowly, resting his chin upon his mailed fist, his jewel encrusted brow furrowed.

“You’ve miscalculated, Ganondorf.” Mewtwo said stoicly, ignoring the shallow cut on his neck. A small trickle of blood flowed onto his chest, long forgotten. “Your gamble has failed.”

The Dark Lord inclined his head slightly, the slightest hint of a frown forming. “This changes nothing.”

“Do not waste my time.” Mewtwo replied coldly. “I can see the wheels turning in your head even as we speak. You see the truth in what I have said.”

Ganondorf scowled and he reflected upon the shocking revelation that Mewtwo had related to him. He carefully considered his options. Sitting idly by and allowing the viral resistance known as the SSS to survive had accomplished its goal; it had grown into a deathly plague bent on consuming its dark host, Crehavos. All the while, Ganon had remained untouched, ready to throttle the life out of the SSS’ imminent victory and claim the Hell Lord’s vacant throne. But the effects of Ucria’s death on Crehavos had been…unexpected. More appalling, however, were the recent actions committed by the Hell Lord’s opposite, this Sovaherc.

“Yes, you understand.” Mewtwo continued. “And you can foresee the consequences of these events.”

Ganondorf smiled suddenly, an evil, knowing smile. “Why are you here?” he asked. The King of Evil considered the pokemon before him, coyly salvaging the deteriorating situation in his mind.

Mewtwo was silent for a moment, as if displeased that Ganondorf had come straight to the heart of the matter. He knew Mewtwo was giving him this information for a reason, and that it could only be for his benefit. There was a reason, Mewtwo knew, that Ganon had survived for so long; had outlasted so many defeats, had risen every time he had been cast down. No, Mewtwo was not surprised that Ganon had assessed his situation so quickly.

“The organization I represent has interest in keeping you alive.” The pokemon said bluntly. “More precisely, maintaining your threat level against the SSS.”

Ganondorf stared stonily into Mewtwo’s eyes, then stood. “Very well.” He said. With a dismissive nod, he turned away from the pokemon, his hawkish features outlined in the pale light. Mewtwo watched his movements with cautious reserve, which seemed to grant the villain with some small token of amusement. With a sneering smirk, darkness enveloped the Ganondorf, and he vanished from the throne room.

Mewtwo remained motionless, staring blankly into the space that Ganon had just occupied. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he turned back towards the spacious throne room entrance. His violet eyes pierced into the gloom, fixated on something hidden within the shadows.

A low chuckled emitted from the darkness, and a glinting mask emerged. Wrapped in ebony robes, the figure melted seamlessly into the shadows, only his mask truly visible. It seemed to float, ghost like among the curtain of darkness. “How nicely the field has been set for you.” Nemeck said, amused. The darkness stirred, and a small data drive flew from the shadows and towards Mewtwo. The object halted in midair next to the Pocket Monster’s head, and swirled closer for him to inspect. The shining emblem of the Order of the Balance gleamed in the twilight, along with Eiron’s personal insignia. Mewtwo raised his eyes back towards Nemeck.

“This concludes our business together.” The old warrior said shortly. “This errand has kept me from the battlefield long enough.”

Mewtwo nodded. “I can assist in your return. Move to the space where Ganondorf returned to Hell.”

Nemeck did so, emerging fully from the shadows that enveloped the room’s sides and ascended to the side of the throne. He turned back to face Mewtwo, smiling beneath his mask. “Getting to Hell is a simple task.” He felt the darkness rising around him as Mewtwo reactivated Ganon’s spent portal. “Getting out is the tricky part.”

[Ganondorf]
{Fallen Angel Castle, Hell}

Ganondorf emerged from the dark portal and strode across the Great Hall of the castle, all manner of demons and fowl creatures scurrying before him. The castle was amok with vile specimens of the Pit rushing about, rallying to repel the upstart invaders of their realm. The noise of their shrieks was deafening; the very walls seemed to shake with rage at the approach of the approaching army.

A single officer fell in step besides Ganon, shouting over the din. “Lord Ganondorf! The enemy is upon us! Our Lord Crehavos is engaging Sovaherc, and the Snicket boy and his companions have killed U. Reeka.” Ganondorf continued his brisk strides as if he could not hear the demon, pulling ahead of the officer. With a nervous grunt, the hellion redoubled his efforts, yelling louder and scurrying to keep pace with Ganon’s long strides. “The Black Knight is subduing the Bounty Hunter Dobs, but the rest of our Commanders have not been seen in some time.” Fear began to permeate the demon’s face, and he continued. “Snicket’s group has begun its assault on the main gates.”

Ganondorf reached the exact center of the room and stopped, forcing the demon to skid to a halt to avoid colliding headlong into him. He finally looked upon the demon, a scowl of utmost displeasure spreading across his countenance. The officer whimpered and withdrew.

Ganon took a moment to survey the chaotic situation around him, letting the sense of discord wash over him. With a deep breath, he cleansed himself of its nervous energy. He was an island of calm in a sea of dissonance, an immovable stone of resolve. Eternal and unflinching.

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“HELLIONS!” He roared, his voice booming across the Hall, crushing all other sound beneath his own. The entire writhing mass froze, thunderstruck. They gaped at Ganondorf, who towered above them in the center of their ranks. “Our enemies are upon us! Our foes among us! The Black Gates of Hell have been breached, and the foul light of Salvation DARES alight the citadel of darkness!”

Silence gripped the Hall, an absolute silence that stretched across time and space, enveloping all with the iron strength of the Dark Lord’s words.

“You who are Legion, you who are the flesh of nightmares, look upon your foes! An army of corpses not yet fallen! Look to the sky! And know that the Heavens will tremble with your roars! Look to your hands! And feel the blood that will course from their work! FLY! FLAIL! SLAUGHTER! RAISE THE WOLFOS, THE DARKNUTS, THE NEPHILIM! BLOT OUT THE SUN WITH YOUR MASSES, YOUR HATE! SLAY THE HOPE OF THIS WORLD, DROWN IT IN BLOOD!” Ganondorf whipped his cape around him, raising his right fist above the crowd, the golden light of the Triforce blazing across the hall. “THIS. ENDS. NOW!”

The Hall exploded, the deafening roar of Legion engulfing all of Hell, shaking the air and tearing the fabric of space. The molten lake of magma around the castle swelled, geysers of fire streaming into the sky and cascading down over the landscape. Ganodorf leapt into the air, his crimson blade shining brilliantly. The fiery air swirling around him, Ganon landed upon the forward battlements, his gleaming eyes locking onto the small group of advancing Saviors.

“Now Perish!”

[Rorschach]

Sour, dean, Mike, Akiba (MGS reference if you didnt know) and Scorpion slowly crept through the wasteland that was hell. Sour couldn't find any human characteristics, no wind blowing, no birds chirping, everything was silent, dark, foggy and full of haze, this was Crehavos' domain and was truly a world created for the damned souls and sins of the corrupt. Sour stopped and motioned for his comrades to do the same.

"Check your guns, things may get a little bumpy," Sour blurted to his teammates. "The fog is getting deeper and I sense that someone, or something will find us lurking in their playground."

Sour grabbed his staff and spun it faster than usual. The strong wind wiped away the fog with a clear view of the castle.

"Shoot your gun before the fog clears, at least we know nothing is lurking in that clear area," Sour yelled out.

Dean walked up, stuck his eye through the aiming reticule, and shot multiple bullets. Dean realized his gun was a machine gun.

Mike nervously walked up beside dean and aimed his gun into the clear area and paused until dean gave him a push to remind him how much time he had left. Mike shot his gun to realize he was holding an assault rifle, each bullet lined up behind another as if an army of troops were walking in a straight line. Scorpio and Akiba were already familiar with their weapons so they nodded at each other.

"32, TEN FOLD!" Akiba screamed as he jumped into the air, somersaulting into a crouch and shot his weapon simultaneously with Scorpio who slid under Akiba, mid-jump, moving into a crouch and also shooting his weapon. They were coordinated twin snipers.

Sour smiled and lead his team into the thick fog. As the team couldn't see where they were going, Sour was tackled by a strange object and then trampled. Sour could barely get a glimpse of the man who hit him but Sour thought he had hallucinated seeing a tree.

"FOLLOW THAT TR...MAN!" Sour screamed to his comrades.

the team of 5 were sprinting behind the tree, with guns and staff in hand, until they ran into another man. Sour stumbled to see he was in front of Captain Falcon. Sour was no emotion behind the mask but was nervous seeing a legend in front of him. Beside him stood Eiron. Sour was shocked at seeing his old friend and motioned for his squad to stand down as the group of four slowly lowered their guns.

"Long time no see Eiron," Sour said ecstatically. "Was that a..."

"Don't ask," Eiron interrupted as Sour was laughing at his own confusion.

[Tony Redgrave]

[glow=red,2,300][Nouri, Blorp (Soul Sanctuary)] [/glow]


At every twist and every turn he took, he noticed that his surroundings were that of pure marble laded with crystal; A very unusual mix but interesting nonetheless. However, all throughout the corridor he was moving about, there was a mysterious presence which resonated from the crystals themselves. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it was familar in an warm yet.. creepy touchy feely sort of way. It surrounded him and seemed to penetrate his very being as if it were a ray of light and yet, it wasn't...

With this feeling upon him, his muscles tightened and his heart rate began making a steady increase by the moment. Was this tension..? the fear and anticipation of what awaited him within the confines of area or was fear taking hold of his body and setting him on edge? Actually, it was neither. This was a different type of sensation.. it was excitement! It really had been so long since just looking around a place got him riled up and in fact, the mere thought and thrill of the quest was what tickled this young man's fancy. Exploring the world and seeking treasure and thrills was what he truly thrived on and the one thing that really brought him a sense of fulfillment in his life.

But then, he felt movement in the most odd of places. His favorite trench coat for a moment seemed to take on a mind of its own and at his left side, his inner coat pockets were squirming about like crazy. It looked downright weird but his mind was at ease even when he looked upon this disturbance himself. He felt no threat to his safely or any type of ill will. Hell, he couldn't even feel the slightest drop of killing intent in the air. Nouri began to wonder just what was happening within his pockets though that question quickly answered itself.

A small cyan colored sphere had wiggled its way through his inner pocket and dropped right at his feet with a small thump. His line of sight descended downward until he was "face to face" with something he recognized from one of his previous adventures. Who could forget those two bulbous yet cynically charming eyes and that big toothy grin? Nouri sure didn't!

Immediately, he picked up the sphere and turned it right side up so its face was properly aligned with his. "Ah Blorp. I see your in good spirits." Nouri spoke in a hushed tone of voice.. given the whole idea of this sneaking in business was to be quiet. He put his finger up to his lips and let out a tiny "shhh", before uttering a few select words "Try to be quiet... We aren't suppose to be here and you weren't suppose to follow me." And before he knew it, he was walking rather nonchalantly down the halls yet again, taking careful notice to keep his eyes, ears, and senses open to detect others before he himself could be detected. "By the way.. I know your hungry but its going to have to wait for a little.." he smiled while he pat the little blorp on top of his noggin. At least he wasn't going at this whole thing alone as some assistance was better then none.