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Intermission INFINITE: Hidden

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When one resides with me, I create a work of art by transforming the futures empty canvas. What precisely does ‘creativity’ mean? An utter and sapless once subjective take on a dejective shape? But why? Why do I create though? In everyone's nature, which is un-ending enjoyment, grows closer thanks to creation. And it's in the nature of the soul to spread that internal joy. That sense of timelessness is discussed in the previous sections of creative reading and writing, in the Fabric of the multiverse. I am in the Outerverse, woven into the fabric of the Multiverse, where there are infinite possibilities and power. I have existed since the beginning, and I will exist until the very end. I want my presence to be meaningful. My life is a book that is still being written. So I shall keep creating. I'll start lots of stories that I'll develop with my own two hands, so I won't be the only one to have a story. And I'll continue to enjoy the stories that are going currently.

My position in the Outerverse is now clear to me. I wish not to be viewed as a God, I want to be viewed as a friend or just an acquaintance. I wish to create relationships, go to different worlds, and live as the rest of the inhabitants.

I have a lot of time, I hope I can make the best of it.

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Side Character(s): Velma and Vultus

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Velma and Vultus Xandre, of the human rich Xandre bloodline which has been tainted by greed and blackmail, the two sisters were sent down with their two mothers and baby brother after getting murdered at their own forge by their “father.” In the fall, Velma fell unconscious, while the two mothers shielded the other two from the brunt of the fall, feeling each other’s bodies… change. They all slowly clambered to their feet, looking at the reddened environment before them, large lit cities filled with strange cryptid looking residents and civilians ran and roamed about, talking, exchanging drugs, or just causing random nonsense around. Velma was engaged in a hazy confusion over it all while Vultus and her mothers were quite skeptical about the newly, and harshly, introduced environment. After wandering around homeless and hopeless for a few weeks they found out about a woman who sought steel to create melee arms: Carmilla Carmine, an “Overlord” in Hell as they heard, a woman working with her two daughters to create, manufacture, and sell firearms made of the only thing capable of harming what they now know as Hellborn Sinners and even Angels themselves. The Xandre family, now awestruck and desperate, awaited the next ‘Extermination’ and sought the woman Carmilla themselves in hopes to gain at least some money or a roof over their head.

Carmilla watched the five individuals stagger to her with a cold gaze strong enough to halt the air itself, Velma felt the air catch in her throat as she and her mothers stopped. Vultus took another step forward and was swiftly met with a bladed heel pointed to her throat as Carmilla’s crimson eyes penetrated into her very body, analyzing every weakness she had in and out with just a menial stare.

“Give me a good reason why you’ve interrupted my work.” She stated, her hispanic voice laced with a drug-like tone instilling fear and stillness as Vultus quickly responded, gulping in fear at the blade at her throat,

“U-Um… We’re here to ask if we could deal with you.” Vultus explains, Carmilla scoffs at her and lowers her leg back to the ground, sighing as her two daughters continue gathering Angelic Steel from the rubble and corpses.

“I have no need for more manufacturers in my shop. I have plenty, you’ll need to find someone else to pester.” She coldly explains, turning to leave before Velma pipes up quickly,

“W-Wait! We can forge!” Velma yells as she runs up past Vultus to get Carmilla’s attention, She turns curiously and looks back at Velma,

“Forge? What can you make?” She queries, scanning Velma’s expression for any sign they may be lying as Velma continues.

“We can make swords, shields, armor, spears, glaves, you name the weapon if it isn’t a firearm we can smith it!”

“Then what do you want in exchange for me using your services?”

“We just want food, and a place to live, that’s all… Please…” Carmilla gently quizzes her words in her mind before finally nodding and opening her hand to shake, read smoke and white embers surround her as she opens her hand, awaiting their final decision. Velma and Vultus each take turns shaking her hand as their mothers stand back and watch.

“The contract is forged, follow me to your new home, except you, what’s your name?”

“Vultus, ma’am.”

“You get the first taste of what we do in the field, go get the Angelic Sword over by those two buildings, I saw an angel drop it. You and your sister will use its form as a basis for your smithing.” Carmilla ordered, leading the other four away while Vultus followed a golden blood trail towards… Nothing. There was nothing there except a mix of red, gold, and mutilated Exterminator bodies, but no weapon to be found. She ran back to Carmilla with an anxious look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Carmilla, miss. But the sword you sent me for is nowhere to be found.” Carmilla looked away for a moment before nodding in understanding.

“In that case… Welcome to your new home, Vultus. The forge will be built by the end of next month so until then, enjoy your stay.” Her tone lightened up a bit as she welcomed Vultus, and her family into a large open home, two floors, six rooms, three bathrooms, and a big dining room/kitchen. At that point they knew: This was their new home.

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 17: Matron Malice Baldur

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: Birth

“Matron” Malice Baldur of Drakkengard was born from her father and mother Virgil, and Mirazaer Baldur out of sheer unexpectancy. They bred under terms of a last loving goodbye only for their family to require hiding to tend to a now hatched dragonling, it was here they thought “Maybe… Just maybe… We can win this war” and so the child was named.

“Matron Malice Baldur of Drakkengard. Welcome to the family.” Mirazaer looked upon her child in heartwarm and love, yet Virgil felt the shame inside the Ancient Blue Dragon as he sighed and nuzzled his wife in attempts to comfort her. They knew her life would be dull, colorless and tedious, but for the family, and for her sake. She must endure it.

Years go by and soon enough she’s speaking her family’s Draconic tongue as her grandfather, siblings, and cousins all teach her the words to use while in conversation. There wasn’t a doubt in Virgil or Mirazaer’s minds, she is a bright one, yet still young. Brightness can always be snuffed out by other means. Virgil shook his head disgruntledly at the mere thought of the Conclave taking her away, she’s still a mere Dragonling. What would they do to her? Brainwash her? Enslave her? Or maybe that heartless Red Dragon, Thordak would simply feast on her.

Mirazaer looked to Virgil, seeing disturbed eyes lost in an ocean of thought as she placed a clawed hand on his back. Virgil quickly blinked and looked over to his wife in curiosity,

“What ales you, Dearest?” Mirazaer asked bluntly, tilting her head only the slightest bit to show the genuine concern within her question. Virgil grinned a little and wrapped his wing around her comfortingly.

“Nothing to hold worry upon. Just… Praying to Tulimet that the Conclave doesn’t take her away from our collective. Though the chances are low enough to see it impossible so worrying about it is feeble and unnecessary.” He smiles at Mirazaer who smiles back, nods and then nuzzles him close while Malice’s cousins teach her the last of her Draconic lessons for the week.

Days turned into months that then turned into years that faded into centuries, and soon enough Malice was of proper age to train under her family’s rules.

CHAPTER II: Saved?

After a long day of training, Malice walked her way back home and then felt a pair of eyes watching her from afar, as she turned to face the eyes she saw a Green Dragon behind her ready to pounce. Oh no.

“Tammok…” She muttered, attempting to turn heel and run, hearing a strange amount of struggling and shuffling behind her, upon looking back she only saw a frosty white blur of fog fading away into the darkness as she continued to run home. Once she got back to her family’s hideout, Mirazaer looked expectantly at her.

“What took you so long, Malice?” She asked coldly and bluntly, looking at her with a face completely void of emotion as Malice straightened,

“I finished my training but… Tammok tried to attack me. I believe he was either trying to scare me or he was stopped… I’m not sure…” Malice looked down in confusion as Mirazaer sighed and placed a tender claw on her shoulder.

“Well you’re safe. That is all that matters right now. Now go and rest, we must prepare our plans.” Malice nodded in response and walked into the deeper areas of the den, falling under a sweet soft coffin of sleep. 

More years pass by of the same old regimen of awaken, eat for the day, train, plan with her family, and then rest or sleep. There was no deviation from this plot of life until Virgil woke Malice earlier than normal, gently nudging her with a soft claw before then leading her where her family was waiting.

“Malice, My Dear Daughter. We are facing an unprecedented issue: The Chroma Conclave is planning an early attack on us. Our only chance is to attack them first to surprise them. So we feast, plan, and then tomorrow… Our bloodline may bid this material plane goodbye…” Virgil winces at the thought and looks caringly at Malice, who is in shock at the news. As they enter the main part of the den Malice sits between her parents and they prepare an elaborate attack, utilizing each element available in the family as part of the attack while still keeping some unpredictability available for whatever the need may be.

CHAPTER III: War

As the mourn begins, Malice slowly slugs awake, feasting as much as her stomach will allow and training once more, waiting for her family to call her to arms. After a few hours of resting her family calls her over and they take flight to Tal'Dorei. As they reach the cusp of A’mon, they see only fire and lava. This is where Thordak thrones, enslaving all numbers of people to grow his greedy hoard. Disgusting. As they fly to the battleground where The Conclave are said to be plotting, Malice begins to pray to Tulimet, The Shining Gold Dragon, God of War and Justice. She prays that her family will be victorious in this war, and that Tal’Dorae will be restored to peace.

As they land, the grounds are a barron tan of rock and dust, only blood red skies and black clouds shroud and smoke the sky’s view. In the distance they see The Conclave, Thordak grins mischievously, 

“Well… I see someone wanted to grab the jump on us? Please, do stay. These barren grounds need a little… decoration.” Thordak seethes at the opposing group, Malice takes her last prayer to Tulimet and subtly readies herself. Raishan, the Ancient of the Green Dragons, roars loudly and blazingly which triggers each dragon to rush to a target. Her cousins and siblings, all only adolescent dragons of various types, went for Tammok, as her parents ran for Raishan and Vorugal, the Green and White Dragons. Her grandfather, The Greatwyrm Brass Dragon, ran and tagged off of Thordak. That left Malice to face Umbrasyl and Adrasyl, The Black Dragon Siblings. They leapt for Malice as she released a strengthened beam of fire laced in bright blue lightning, the beam hitting Umbrasyl right in the chest, taking Him out of the sky. She then leapt in flight and shot a twinge of lightning into Adrasyl’s eye, biting her neck when she got close enough, and power-slamming Adrasyl into the dusted, rocky ground below them.

Malice then stood up, seeing Umbrasyl pouncing toward her, to which she quickly reacted by leaping back, causing Umbrasyl to accidentally sink his claws into his sister’s neck. Malice then heard the rewarding yelp of pain from Adrasyl as she stood up quickly, with Umbrasyl’s help, and they tagged off of her from both sides. Malice’s grace was fleeting slowly as Adrasyl and Umbrasyl acidized her from any angle they could reach, the searing sizzle of her decomposing, acidized scales causing such immense burning. She roars out in torturous agony as Tammok quickly trades places with Adrasyl, and Malice watched as Umbrasyl forced poor, undergone Malice to watch his sister rip and tear her adolescent cousins and siblings to pieces before she went to assist Thordak in dealing with The Greatwyrm. Tammok released a breath of poison fog in her face, causing her to cough up a deep crimson puddle. She then jolted and thrashed in pain and futility as Umbrasyl and Tammok bit into the framing to her smaller set of beautiful sunset colored wings. And they pulled.

‘PRRRRIP’

Malice released the most guttural roar she’s ever released. The pain. The anguish. The sheer torture and trauma. It was all too much…

Malice tensed up more and more, the pain fading into anger as her vision begins to fade into a pink hue, she feels something building up inside her from all this emotion. Something she hasn’t felt before, her throat and organs feel… Different now. The pain fades further into only pure, unfazed Rage.

CHAPTER IV: Adrenaline

“I do believe Thordak would want a trophy of sorts to add to his hoard.” Umbrasyl seethes intimidatingly to Malice in means to humiliate her. That was the last strand of calm she had.

‘SNAP’

Malice’s vision went entirely rose red as she stood up, tail-whipping Umbrasyl to the side and staring bullets into Adrasyl.

“You… Have taken THE LAST FROM MY FAMILY!” Malice yelled in anguished rage and frustration as she tilted her head low to ready another breath weapon.

Amidst all of the roaring, and beams of blue, white, red among other colors and elemental energies, Malice opens her jaws and releases a breath weapon of pure black with purple bolts of chain lightning jolting and zapping off of the sides around it, preventing Umbrasyl from coming near without getting electrocuted backwards. As it hits Adrasyl she begins to cough up black. Her body twitches as tears prick her eyes from pain, the beam hit her right in the chest and Malice isn’t letting up. As the beam of purple and black fire and lightning digs a shallow hole into Adrasyl’s chest, spikes begin to form inside her and ever-so-slightly create bumps and abnormalities in her skin and scales. After a few more agonizing moments of this the beam digs into her muscle tissue, slowly necrotizing it as the spikes begin to grow bigger, puncturing and stretching the skin as blood-coated purple crystals begin to sprout from her and take root in the ground. Malice releases the beam from her, gray smoke pouring out from the sides of her mouth as her eyes are wide and filled with rage, the stare instilled into Adrasyl as she slowly bleeds out and dies of shock, her body now slowly growing into a decrepitly beautiful crystal tree with her emaciated corpse stretched out in various ways around the tree, parts of her hanging from the ‘branches.’

Umbrasyl looks on in fear and anger, and begins to ready a lethal attack on Malice, as does the rest of the Conclave. Her parents reach a claw out to her yet pass out from shock and exhaustion. Malice looks at them, ready to fire her beam once more before seeing one of the black clouds moving strangely closer to her and the group, the cloud beginning to surge and swirl with a lightning storm, as if the cloud is its own personal sky. Once the Conclave turns their attention to the loud and raging storm behind them they see the figure of the looks like a jet black ancient dragon cocooned in its wings inside the cloud, it’s glowing amber eye catches sight of The Conclave and it quickly sprawls and fans its wings out, dissipating the cloud in a flash of lightning as it sits there, flapping above them wielding two very large lightning bolts as if they were javelins. Whoever this dragon is, it’s very clear he is NOT happy.

CHAPTER V: Savior

Thordak looked up unamused as The Nameless One raised both of the bolts and threw one into the ground near the Conclave and the other into Umbrasyl’s side, with a crush of his hands and a surge of pure elemental power a large bang is created as a flash of light blinds each of the dragons, in that flash the cryptic cutoff of a land-breaking explosion is barely heard, the remainder of the sound deafened by a broken barrier of nonexistent noise. As their vision came back, an eerie and painful ringing is heard, quietly gonging into all of their heads. Malice came to first, her ears bleeding as she looks to The Conclave, seeing them dazed and blinded as Umbrasyl is laid out along the battlefield in a puddle of blood and gore, the rest of them left with seared lightning marks all along their flesh and scales, burning into them as deafened roars of pain echo into the sky mercilessly. Malice looks to the Nameless Dragon in thanks and fear as she runs to her parents, adrenaline pumping through her veins more than she ever thought possible as she picked up her parents and set flight away. Back to her home.

As the years and centuries go by, Malice and her parents hid away, eventually Malice made the decision to go seek out this supposed Nameless Dragon and ask him “why he saved her?” “Who is he?” but most of all, she felt she needed to thank this Nameless One. As Malice flies along the borders of Tyrrh into Tal'Dorei, she sees it’s surprisingly lush and peaceful, the people look happier, as she scans the land she sees that same storm in the distance, centered around A’mon. She notices the storm isn’t nearly as raging as before and lands on the outer cusps of A’mon are being lightly showered by the outer rims of the storm whilst the center kingdom itself is being heavily showered with light amounts of lightning appearing here and there. The people are terrified and a few are leaving to go get knights. As the reinforcements arrive she attempts to tell them she means no harm and that she only wishes to see the ruler of this land. The enforcements don’t let up as they begin to draw and brandish their swords at the sunset dragon. As they begin to ready themselves to attack they hear a deep, brooding echo across the land of A’mon, the source centering in the sky as if a Deity was speaking,

“Cease.”

CHAPTER VI: Lych

The soldiers sheath their weapons and kneel with their shields to their sides as Malice looks up and sees that same Nameless Black Dragon emerge much more calmly this time from the storm above, leaving it to somewhat dissipate once more, letting the golden sunlight dance across Tal'Dorei again. The dragon gently lands onto the ground and walks up to Malice, a calm complexion on his features as he examines the Sunset Dragon. As she examines his face, she notices a strange type of plant exuding from his left eye, wrapping around his eye socket as if it was sentiently trying to make a desperate escape, though it doesn’t seem to phase the Nameless Dragon.

“And you are the one I saved that fateless day, I presume?”

His voice was a deep, calming echo that radiated with comfort and unfazed care as he and Malice spoke.

“Indeed I am.”

She nodded in confirmation.

“So, what is it you require of me today?"

He questions with anticipation as Malice answers,

“I have a few questions if that isn’t an issue.”

Malice tilts her head as The Dragon listens with care, Malice watching as The Nameless One nods as an incentive for her to ask away.

“Alright well, first things first, who exactly are you?”

She tilts her head once more to show her genuine curiosity.

“There are many answers that question holds, which one do you want?”

He asks, once more the brood in his voice bringing only comfort and wisdom as he speaks.

“Whichever one gets me your name.”

She states bluntly, yet politely.

“So then, what name do you wish to hear?”

He asks with a slight grin as Malice sighs.

“All of them I suppose.”

She grins back, playful energy entering the conversation.

“Ancient Dragon Lych, The Gravelord, and The Dragon Of Death.”

He lists, grinning a little more as Malice smiles.

“Alright then, Lych. Next question, Why is it that you saved my life in the first place? I had done nothing to earn your trust.”

She turns her expression serious for a moment as Lych continues,

“Because, dragons are better when united, as opposed to seperated. I saw a dragon in need, thus I decided to help. Trust has nothing to do with it. I simply hope to earn respect."

Malice nods in response and continues,

“I do believe that was all my questions. My biggest concern at the moment is… Well, I wanted to thank you for saving my life, and my parents lives as well.”

Malice smiles brightly at Lych, a tear pricking the edge of her eye.

“But of course, T’was my pleasure, as I’m sure it is yours as well.”

Malice nods once more.

As they talk and converse the sky slowly grows dark, as night takes hold of Tal’Dorei. Malice looks to the glowing blue hue of the moon, smiling more.

“Well, Lych. I do suppose I should be going. Though talking with you has definitely brought me… Comfort.” She speaks, her tone peppered with a grin.

“Very well then, do be safe on your journey home.”

Malice nods, and sets off once more to her home of Drakkengard, though unbeknownst to Lych, with a rosy hue painting her cheeks.

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The Collective Gods II: Aidan

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Aidan was born into a lovely, small little family in New Orleans back in 1910 with a loving mother, with a not so loving father. 

Aidan's childhood was mostly unremarkable, other than his father constantly beating him and his twin brother Alastor. Their mother would always try to stop him, but their dad was relentless. He never stopped the abuse, but despite everything, both Alastor and Aidan, lived under the quote from their mother, 

“A smile my dears, remember, you're never fully dressed without one!”

This way of life continued into their teen year. As time passed on and on, Alastor and Aidan started to figure out just how good of a duo they were, it came to a point where they would never be seen away from each other, even in school they took the same classes, sat next to each other, and always chose each other when it came to partner work. This made their life very manageable, even through the constant abuse from their Father. As their school life continued, both Alastor and Aidan realized that normal food was starting to become dull. 

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After enough time, and once the brothers graduated high school, Alastor and Aidan both turned 18, allowing them to buy knives, with birthday money from their Mother, they did exactly that, bought knives. Some more time passed and The Brothers decided to take a Psychology evaluation. They both turned out to be psychopaths. After figuring this out, the two were puzzled, they had no idea why they both turned out to be psycos. When Alastor hit 20 he asked Aidan if he'd like to start a radio broadcast, Aidan said yes. Aidan and Alastor's life's took a miserable turn when their Mother died, however, even in death, their mother kept telling them to smile. So they did. They kept smiling. When their Mother died, the brothers mentally broke, and when someone broke in, they both stabbed the man, and they gained a lust for blood. So they acted on this lust trying to satiate it, but it was never enough. Alastor and Aidan went on spree after spree after spree, they were unstoppable. Even if you pinned one of them down, you would still be stabbed in the back by the other. 

Now, Aidan wouldn't always go with Alastor on these trips considering he was trying to make his weapon stronger, his signature fire axe, eventually he finally managed to get what he wanted, a metal handle on his axe. He engraved two upper case A's on the handle. A few hours passed and Alastor hadn't returned yet… odd, 

“He always comes back in 2 hours?” Aidan thought to himself, so he flicked on the radio, and tuned into the news. A breaking news announcement began

“BREAKING NEWS! FAMOUS MURDERER, AND CANNIBAL ALASTOR WAS FINALLY BROUGHT TO JUSTICE BY A LOCAL HUNTER, WHO WAS OUT ON HIS OUTING!”

This made Aidan furious. Guilt, sadness, and rage all began to overtake him. 

“He killed my brother, and he's being called a fucking hero for it!?” 

He yelled out in anger. Be vowed, that no matter how long g it took, no matter how difficult it was, he would find, and butcher the man that killed his brother. 

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Aidan began his search, looking for months but no matter what he couldn't seem to find this hunter that stole his brother. He would even replay the news broadcast in hopes of memorizing the hunters face but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find him. “I will find you. And I will gut you, in the most brutal way possible” Aidan kept thinking to himself, but then it clicked. “A hunter? And I can't find him in the city… so then… yes, I know where to find you now RAT!” Aidan maniacally thought to himself. He knew where to search now, the forest, so he began his search eventually finding a small, quaint cabin in the woods. Aidan took his time planning how he would do this, looking at every possible entrance, every possible escape. Finally he knew his plan, break in through the back door, and slaughter the hunter while he slept. Aidan set his plan into motion, using his freshly sharpened axe to cleave a hole in the back door, he opened it and walked in, but what he didn't account for is the hunter being awake. Aidan heard the hunter walking slowly in his house “He knows I'm here… good… it'll make his flesh taste better”. Aidan snuck around, and tried to ambush the hunter, but he was quickly met with a gunbutt to the chest, he quickly recovered, getting back up and swinging the axe, missed. The hunter and Aidan got into an infinite dance of swinging and missing, then it happened. Aidan heard a scream. The hunter recoiled from the massive wound in his stomach area “I won? Alastor I did it! I aveng-” *BANG* A single gunshot. Aidan felt a searing unintelligible pain in his chest, he looked down. Blood poured from an open wound from where his heart would be in his body. The hunter finally fell down, going limp and succumbing to his wound. Aidan followed suit quite quickly, falling to his knees and laughing maniacally as his world went black. 

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The Collective Gods I: Rosita

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Rosita Menendez, an aberration to some, a very famous stripper to others but, to the general population she's considered royalty, and when she wants to, she flaunts it. Rosita was born to a Goetia mother and an Imp father, hence the blazingly colored toucan beak horns that aren't present on any other Goetia, which is why some of the more 'uptight' Goetias will shun, and/or hate her. But it didn't matter to her, Rosita flaunted her horns, and even showfully wisps around her blade shaped tail occasionally.

 Rosita had quite the boring life, occasionally doing more Impish things with her Wrath ring father, such as cattle wrangling and hunting, which she enjoyed, but whenever she was with her mom, she was forced into more of a regal lifestyle. One that she didn't hate, but anyone who knows her would know she didn't love it. 

When she was about 8, she was given her grimoire, and she was told who she would have to marry. Up to this point the most entertaining thing that had happened with her mom was a news report saying: 

"BREAKING NEWS, FIRST ANGEL EXTERMINATOR KILLED." According to the report an earth born sinner had killed a group of Exterminators which had Rosita's curiosity peaked, 

'Someone killed angels? And at just 8 years old?' She thought to herself. She tried to ask her mother about it, but as usual her mom was busy with another meeting.

 "Great." Rosita said to herself knowing that, by the time her mom was done, the news channels would be done covering that news. At 22 years old, Rosita's first son was born, of course she loved this kid, and so did her 'husband,' not that they saw each other like husband and wife, if at all they were more close friends than anything. Eventually, when they both unanimously decided it was a good time, Rosita and her husband very respectfully divorced, allowing them to see their kid an even amount throughout the week. Time went on and on, and Rosita was bored of just being a royal, she wanted to embrace her… 'Wild side' so to say. 

She found a job opening in a Pride ring strip club, "HIRING NEW DANCERS/PERFORMERS!" 

'This is perfect.' She thought to herself, as she walked in to apply. She then took lessons, and as time passed, she rose into the ranks of 'Valentino's best,' a position only ever held consistently by two other dancers, Angel Dust, and Vemmic Laurel Reyes.

 Rosita didn't know much about Vemmic, yet she quickly became good friends with Angel. Since they not only had similar personality traits, but Rosita also didn't have to worry about him getting touchy, mostly because he was gay. As more time passed, Rosita realized that she had in fact gotten herself into quite the toxic work environment.

 Valentino would constantly manipulate her into sex, and to keep her Imp related life apart from her royal Goetia life, she would have to accept. After a particularly tedious day of being sexually manipulated by Val. A very kind, yet flirtatious Russian succubus, who went by Ezmadora or 'Ezma' for short, came in to buy some drinks and even helped coach the dancers and give them friendly tips and tricks. After a few hours of talking Ezma eventually offered Rosita a whole different workplace at her grandpa's bar in His hell, of course Rosita had known of other dimensions but a whole different hell!? No way! She had to refuse, at least temporarily, being new territory and Rosita not quite knowing Ezma all too well. After talking with Ezma, a few more hours pass along and she decided, 

"Today would be an amazing day to get some wine"  So with that in mind, she set out wearing her sweat pants and T-shirt, letting her horns and tail be on full display as her feathered purple hair flowed majestically in the open breeze, she certainly was a sight for sore eyes. Eventually while looking around in the Lust Ring, she found a big joint that had a giant purple neon sign that read "Ozzie's Bar and Strip Club." 

"Perfect" She thought, and she tried to walk in, but an arm straightened out in front of her, preventing entry.

"HEY!" A voice called out to Rosita

"Hmm? Do you need something?" She asked the newly noticed Incubus at the entrance of the bar.

"No date, no ent-" He stopped. He let his jaw drop for a moment as The Incubus noticed this was Rosita, The Hybrid.

"What were you saying darling?"

The Incubus went red faced and stuttered,

 "Nothing, n-not a single problem ma'am, go right ahead."

"Gracias~" Rosita said very flirtatiously as she walked into the bar, swishing her tail at him sassily as she passed. The environment was perfect, just her type of bar. She went and ordered herself a wine, though the cashier was certainly questionable with how he acted she carried on quietly,

'Whatever, I've dealt with weirder'  She thought as she went to go get another drink. 

"Hey could we uh… y'know…" The bartending Imp asked, causing an irritated eyebrow raise from Rosita.

"Sorry hun, I'm off the clock today, maybe another day." She said quite nicely considering the lack of consideration this Imp seemed to have.

"I get that, but don't you get paid to have sex with people, I have cash i-i can pay!" He seemed a little louder as he made a small desperate plea at the beautiful Hybrid sitting in front of him.

"I'm off the clock, so no. No amount of money will change my mind, sorry." Then, in a bizzare act of sexual violence Rosita had never dealt with, the guy calmly walked around the counter, and tried to feel her up, his hands making harsh contact with her waist as he attempted to trail them up her body. In response to such discomfort, Rosita's eyes flared their glow brighter in anger as her talons abruptly exuded from her fingertips. She growled lowly and gripped the Imp's left wrist with one arm, breaking his arm as she shoves it to the side while she shoves her other clawed hand into his chest, his ribcage making a hair-raising 'CRACK' as she pulled out his heart, the beat slowly pulsing down to stagnancy in her hand as she tsk'ed to herself.

"Tsk tsk… thank you for tonight's dinner, Shitbag." She said coldly as she threw the corpse to the side, paying for her two drinks, taking the other one, and leaving. After this, she decided to go and decompress by reading her grimoire and eating some venison on her favorite bench in the pride ring. While she was relaxing an interesting deer looking demon in a red suit approached her,

"Why hello there Darling! Oh dear, you look quite troubled, would you care to talk about it?" The man asked, an odd cheerfulness to his voice as radio crackles laced his voice, ominous static braying slightly louder as his sentence ended.

"Nothing horrible, just had to deal  with a disgusting pervert, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Well, that sounds troubling! I take it, you handled it?"

"I did, thank you for asking" 

"Oh ho ho ho! It's my pleasure, madam! If it is no trouble, may I sit with you?"

"I don't see why not."

"Thank you kindly, Darling!"

"Of course, what did you need?"

"What might you be eating, if I may ask?" 

"Just some venison, but apparently the people who made it don't understand how irritating it is when there's skin left on it, shit makes it more like I'm chewing bubble gum." 

"My thoughts exactly! It always makes the taste so bland, fortunately I have a solution! Here, may I?"

He gently holds out a clawed hand to Rosita as she hands the bloody meat over to him.

"Sure." 

The man grabbed the venison, and used his claws to carefully tear off the remaining skin.

"Huh… Gracias." 

"Of course, Darling! As long as I can try to help make your day a little less inconvenient!"

 He noted with a chipper tone as his grin widened more to show his sharp golden teeth

This interaction was great for Rosita, a man that seemed to just enjoy being near her, or maybe she was thinking wishfully again… but that wasn't here, nor there at the moment. The two talked and bonded for about an hour or two, then, Rosita had to pack up and head home. Rosita left, a newborn smile on her face. Time would continue, Rosita would keep doing her routines, work, go out and about, hangout with the man, who she would later figure out was Alastor, The Radio Demon, and somewhere in that schedule she would do her royal duties that were entrusted to her. Eventually Rosita couldn't help herself, she had to figure out if Alastor liked her, the way she liked him, she put on her best dress, put on just a smidge of perfume and went to where Alastor seemed to live “The Hazbin Hotel”.

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Intermission CANVAS: The Painter

Once a Man who challenged The Frenzied Sanity, he was defeated and astounded by The Frenzied Sanity’s power, he dedicated his entire life to The Frenzied Sanity.

Becoming “The Painter”

A being who’d be responsible for keeping an Eye on Writers and helping them.

As of now The Painter is essentially The Writer’s Butler who The Writer made The Butler of the entire Cabin.

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Intermission UNDYING: Eymatotalis

Eymatotalys is the being of Immortality itself. He lives in an empty dimension of blood, soaking and floating within it until stirred awake by outside force. Upon awakening he would emerge from the ground (mainly to prevent flooding) and he would carry out whatever duty he was woken for. It used to be wishes of Immortality, Cult Worship, or general summons to pay respects yadda yadda. Now it's only when a disturbance occurs that he wakes, collecting immortal souls, correcting deathly botched self immortalizing rituals or running ten cults every week. Eventually he was found and questioned by the Matron Of Death, Marrow, and the Dragon God Of Death, Lych respectively.

“Why do the humans call you ‘Totalis’ if that is not your true name?” Marrow asked,

“It better suits their language to allow no disrespect.” Totalis answered respectfully.

“Then I suppose they call you Immortality then?” Marrow inquires again, not seeming to care about Totalis’ power as it doesn't seem to impede his work.

“Quite the straight-forward name but indeed they do.” Totalis nods, turning his attention to Lych, who seemed a little more peeved with Totalis' work than his partner.

“So then, Totalis, why is it that you still roam to collect the souls of the dead?” Lych enquired.

“They are immortal souls. Never copied. Never destroyed. Their penance is finding bodies to fill my dimension with blood. Forever.” Totalis bluntly responded, his tone growing colder as he continued.

“So you offer only lies then?” Lych tilted his head, awaiting an excuse, yet much to his shock his answer was… surprisingly moral.

“They didn't ask for True Immortality, therefore I never gave it to them. Even if one did ask for it, that's one curse I wouldn't even bestow to my worst nightmare…” Totalis explained, his head low in despair and fear.

“What makes True Immortality so jarring to you? You are a being of all Immortality itself, aren't you?” Lych asked, now intrigued as Totalis shakes his head to continue,

“The Immortality that mortal souls are familiar with only stops disease, rot, and aging. But True Immortality removes… Everything… Age, rot, disease, magic corruption, physical damage, even mental pain is removed and the mind is reinforced… But you wouldn't know what amount of suffering one goes through to feel exactly the same each and every day, never aging, being invincible and then watching everything and everyone you love and care about get sick, old, killed. To have to watch societies start and fall without anything able to be done about it… And in the end, it's everlasting insanity, confusion, and want. You want Mortality back but it's impossible to grasp, you know you should cry but you've become physically incapable, and you crave even a semblance of death yet it extends far beyond the reaches set by your wishes. Everything needs it's end. I will only delay the inevitable. It's all I can do… And it's all I wish to do.” And with that, Totalis would crawl back into his dimension, slumbering away pondered dreams…

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Intermission EVA: Prototype

Approximately a year before the Angels launched their first “Extermination Event” on Hell, The Evangelion Project was started. The project was to help in the extermination, and wipe out Sinners. 

But during its first test using its Ascension ability, the Angel pilot died, and their soul fused with that of the EVA Unit. Fearful that anyone to pilot it would perish, the Angels cast it far away, still within the realm of Heaven as to not give the denizens of Hell the very powerful creature they have made. After many years of laying off in the distance, alone, growing a hatred for those who had left it there, Rusty, while he had been spying on The Angels with Sixer & Heinrik, had gotten a very powerful reading off in the distance. And at some point after returning to hell, told Gryphon about it. Eventually Gryphon used a Dimensional Tear to get into Heaven and search for The EVA Unit.

 Once he found it he took it home and began repairs, starting with scraping off the moss and access materials, then moving onto the inner-workings.

Towards the end of the deep clean of The EVA Unit, it powered on, it's eyes glowing yellow as it's mouth unlatched, opening as it let out an odd howl of sorts, while the restraints keeping it still while Gryphon was working on it snapped. Gryphon calmly stepped back, looking The EVA up and down, wondering why it powered on.

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Entity Of The Void: Grief

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: Birth

Grief was a dragon created by The Deities Of The Void, The Void pulsed with power as the blue flocked dragon manifested. After getting used to the dark, yet misty environment he began teaching himself the language that which is heard in The Void. He lived within his blackened home for a long century and a half before being teleported to a large cavern, the Deities Of The Void standing over him.

“You, Grief. You shall possess the power of The Emotion itself. Use it well. We have given you the knowledge required to perform your job.”

CHAPTER II: Occupation

Upon seeing a depressed woman, He hesitantly stepped out from the shadows, examining her mind to find her neglecting her family and drinking herself away day and night, the drunken haze spreading a cycle of abuse. The memories repulsed him greatly; Grief felt a pang of bubbling anger rise into him, his eyes glowing brighter as a response to the emotion in him. Later that dreadful night, as the moon glew over the gritty wooden home. Grief lured the children out of the house, causing the quick attention of the father; who also promptly left to follow the children. Once in the woods, Grief emerged from the overtaking shadows of the tendril-like trees, growling down at the three humans below him. As they backed away, fear in their eyes, Grief pounced, biting the children into halves, then thirds. After that he narrowed his pupils at the Father, who was promptly ripped into bloody scraps at the claws of Grief itself.

After emerging from his den once more, Grief opened his hand and summoned a small blackened bubble in his palm, examining it closely. Inside it he saw the miraged imagery of a young man, a teenager perhaps; He saw the young boy yelling and beating his parents, smoking afterwards. Grief growled again, angered by humanity's vileness as he set out to the boy's home, literally ripping and eating away his family until there was only him left. Grief looked at the boy crying and yelling over his parents’ graves about how he should've been better and he felt… tense. He looked at the graves intensely, his anger faltering into confusion as the boy cried and screamed into the gray daylit skies. He then went home to his den, deep in thought about why he felt so strange about that boy.

Another few nights pass of the usual routine, he still felt a strange feeling mixed with confusion, the newfound inability to identify it sending Grief into high agitation as he shook his head, looking into another of his Bubbles. As he looks upon the faded imagery, he sees a careless man wrecked with such sorrow to the point of abusing his child. Grief teleports near this man's home, following him silently as he walks drunkenly into the woods. Once Grief saw the chance to appear, all the man heard was guttural, echoed growls that surrounded him like a pack of wolves as Grief reemerged from the night's tentacled shadows, staring the drunk man down as he watches the Man get on his knees, Grief tilts his head in question.

“I knew it would come to this… Please, just make it quick. He’d be better off without me anyway…”

Grief tenses in shock, looking intensely at the man below him as he turns, teleporting to the Man's home and quietly killing his wife and son. Grief then returned home feeling… remorseful. 

CHAPTER III: Transgressions

Not wanting to give into his remorseful duty, Grief remained in his den for months, not requiring food or water; he simply rested dormantly in his cavern. Upon first waking from his slumber, Grief found himself forcefully held in place by two of the Deities. He's been returned home. To The Void.

“You've committed an absence of Grief. This transgression must be punished. And you will remain in pain until you commit the embodiment we have given you.”

One of the Deities said coldly. Grief was tortured painfully for years, healed of his wounds, and then left to rot for centuries until he finally gave up, walking through a portal back to the Overworld.

Grief woke up every night, looking for targets, killing their loved ones, and leaving to sleep in his den; Continuing the cycle alone over, and over, and over. Until he began to grow insane, even making a habit of wailing into the sky helplessly before sleeping.

CHAPTER IV: Death

On one of his dejected wailing sprees, Grief heard shuffling a few miles from his den, and as he looked out into the distance, he saw the entire population of the city coming up to his den, weapons and fear adorning each of them as he rushed out of the den, flying above all of the people there and air-striking them with His Necrotic Breath. However, one of the people there threw a javelin into his wing, taking him out of the sky; Grief crashed down to the ground, looking up dazed as the City People rushed Him, stabbing into the base of part of his wing, and crudely ripping it off. Grief roared in guttural pain as he leapt up, thrashing and biting anyone that dared come near him. But eventually, after a valiant battle, Grief was overwhelmed, falling over defeated in a pool of deep green blood.

Once the people all left, Grief shakily stood up, staggering his way higher and higher into the  mountain. After making it to a snowy clearing, he collapsed, breathing heavily yet meekly; The last thing Grief saw was a large man followed by what looked like a woman, he roared at them fearfully before letting his neck, and head go limp, slowly passing out from blood loss…

((This is a work in progress))

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The Kaiju Saga Installment 2: Monsdan

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: Birth and Death

He was created, seemingly out of nowhere, he stayed in the void for a long while, learning much from his older and much wiser brother Sekai. After thousands of millenia spent in the void Monsdan set out, wanting to find purpose in his life, but this would be extremely short lived, as a creature known as Titanus Jinshin-Mushi otherwise known as MUTO Prime, had sensed that Monsdan was competition, thus, MUTO Prime set out to find, and kill him. After many encounters, Monsdan finally decided to stay and fight, and fight he did. He fought, and fought, as hard as he could… but it wasn't enough. MUTO Prime had the upper hand, and with 4 hard hitting strikes, Monsdan was killed. 

CHAPTER II: Rebirth

Hundreds of years came and went, and eventually Sekai figured out that his brother was killed. He. Was. Furious, but unfortunately he was mostly powerless to help, he had no clue who had done this to his brother, so he took what he could… Monsdan's lifeless corpse, and he flew away from earth, taking his body to a star, then, using his own power, he entered the void and attached two of his heads to Monsdan's body, using his third head, he bit down on the star, and drained it of any cosmic energy it had. After a grueling amount of waiting, a loud, guttural roar was heard. Monsdan had awoken, he stayed in the void with his brother for a long while, but after another long amount of time, Monsdan once again set out on his own journey. This time, he went down to hell, to start anew. He took a liking to the overlords of hell, growing very close to a few of them, Zestial, Carmilla, and Missi Zilla. 

CHAPTER III: Growing Power

It had been some time now, and Monsdan was quite accustomed to living in hell, and finally, he could regain what he had lost. Power among the people. So that he did, he talked to Carmilla and Zestial, as it had turned out they needed someone to run the meat industry. As… humiliating and demeaning this job was, it was exactly what he had needed, so he took the job. As the time went, he continued to learn, adapt, and grow his power. 

CHAPTER IV: New Love

Monsdan had finally achieved power among the people again. One day, he was called to an all overlords meeting, odd… he had never been called to this before, only told he COULD show up, not that he HAD too, so he figured this was important. He opened his window (which he used more like a door) and spread his wings, even though he had flown in hell before, it still felt just as good as the first time, to feel the air between his wings again, it was bliss. Eventually Monsdan finally made it to the meeting area, he landed with a massive slamming sound, and used his wings like a second set of legs so he could walk instead of having to fly and hover everywhere he went, he bent down squeezing under a door, and took his seat (which was more of a throne) the meeting began, and Carmilla revealed that the extermination was moved up, instead of a full year, the timer was cut in half, they only had 6 months to prepare. “Shit” Monsdan thought to himself. After the meeting had climatically ended in a musical number, Monsdan left, troubled by the news, he had already died once, he refused to ever die again. 

 “Hey, you alright man?”

Monsdan was so deep in thought he hadn't noticed how obvious it was that he was troubled

“Pardon?”

“I was asking if you were good, you look kinda meh. Are you good?”

“I'm… fine, just very deep in my own thoughts.”

“You don’t sound fine, you sound, like,  all kinds of fucked up.”

“Do I? I don't mean to give the wrong idea.”

“I mean… You wanna hang out at my club? Klub Kaiju? It'll calm ya down, I promise.”

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 16: Brimstone

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: Creation

A creature once made of true malice and anger, the once unnamed fiend of fire was born from a geiser of flame that only ever exudes it's fiends if human tulpa happens to reign strong enough, this one being the embodiment many emotions; Anguish, Fear, Anger, and Vengeance. It looked around, seeing only red ground and gravel covered in orange sand.

The Fire Fiend tilted its head at the environment around it, slightly confused, seeing other flaming creatures of differing shades and colors roaming and fighting each other primitively, The Fire Fiend itself scoffed in annoyance and floated to an empty plot of space, trying to think of something to do.

'Fight? No, too primitive and immature. Talk to the others? No, they probably won't talk back. Create? …Wait, create? I didn't think I had that power, did I?' It thought to itself, deciding that if it does have the power of creation, the others must as well. So if it's the first to use this power, it could rule these lands, and these immature little specks as well.

As the burning charcoal sky turned to a dark crimson violet, the blood red moon rising to glow upon the Hellish land Brimstone was reshaping, it noticed just how much work it had put into this little project of it's. Turning to face the work it completed, it saw a mountain range, several craters crawling with little earthen critters, lava lakes, and a building of sorts made of magma and stone, a holding place for those wretched Fiends of emotion, should The Fiend decide to rehabilitate and train them to be its subordinates.

After days of manual reshaping of the land around him and creating metal housing malleable enough to survive his magic, Brimstone, as he named himself, had decided it was time to assert himself to the others as a leader. He morphed into a humanoid shape to fit the armor he molded and melded, pure raw Damascus from deep under the magma and stone of his world, and he began to levitate himself above the land He molded. Not any of them. Him. And he was going to make sure they knew it. In a flash, he harshly landed near the group, a crater denting into the already beaten land the other Fiends have been ruining.

"Greetings, small Fiends." He spoke, his voice a low, echoing growl as the others stopped fighting, looking at Brimstone with awe and confusion as he continued.

"I am aware you understand me so do not play dumb. I am Brimstone, I have been reshaping these lands to my image as I see fit while you primitive little sparks have been brawling like mindless hounds." He seethed irritatedly as the other Fiends looked down, shame and fear overtaking them while Brimstone grinned under his helm, continuing once more as the other Fiends avoided eye contact with him.

"But… Creatures as us are not without salvation. End this foolish war, put an end to whatever differences you have, and I will train you to be warriors such as I." The other Fiends looked up with glints of hope now adorning their features. This was the beginning of Brimstone's new realm.

CHAPTER II: Warriors

The training began with Brimstone teaching them how to smith and create armor of Sinew, Steel, and magic, along with their own anti-magic weaponry, such as swords and shields. Then came the combat training, once each Fiend had gotten used to the humanoid feeling of their armor, Brimstone began to meticulously and patiently train them in both offensive and defensive fighting styles, watching from above as the Fiends sparred and brawled, their styles ranging from sporadic and random, to calculated and careful. Brimstone then landed himself upon the magma arena they fought on, growling in annoyance at the erratic Fiends.

"You five! Cease!" Brimstone yelled, the Fiends in question stopped their movements, looking confusedly at him as he growled down at them.

"You shall learn nothing fighting like that! You're meant to be skilled fighters not the little spark hounds you were seventeen moons ago!" He lectured, after a short session of punishment to the Five Fiends, Brimstone extended his patience to continue training his 'Soon-To-Be Warriors.'

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The Kaiju Saga Installment 1: Crowngora

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Crowngora used to be nothing but a cautionary tale, a tale warning against the use of Oxygen Destroyers and Atomic Bombs, his tale is rooted in myth. A creature, born of humanity's sins, born of their lack of care. But no one paid any mind to these myths, they were just myths after all… When Monster Zero was running rampant, humanity ignored the myth of Crowngora, and used the Oxygen Destroyer to try and kill MZ, it didn't work, almost killing Godzilla, and doing no harm to Monster Zero. Years passed since then, and humanity committed yet another sin. They tested TSAR Bomba in that same ocean. It is unknown what actually happened that day, but something did, because after another year, locals reported hearing what sounded like garbled human screeching and animalistic roaring coming from the ocean, the US military sent a team of soldiers and two warships to see what was going on. Those warships and soldiers never came back. Eventually, whatever creature was down in that ocean made its presence known, and the terrifying myth of Crowngora, was no longer a myth… but was now rooted in a warning, a warning that humanity never listened to. But humanity realized that too late. Humanity would now have to pay for their sins. 

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 15: Warden

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Wardens original name was going to be

“Igorflyn”.

But he was called “R148” for most of his life as his mother was already dead before he was even delivered.

Igorflyn was the last survivor of his species before he was even born.

And was immediately sold off to the highest bidder which was a laboratory that wanted to research him.

Over the Years R148 would barely develop the ability to speak and communicate.

R148 believed he would spend his whole life like this.

That was until he heard an explosion.

Gunshots and death echoed throughout the halls.

Eventually the sound of glass shattering and thrashing was heard.

“Get these doors open!

We’ll turn the walls to dust we have to!”

A Man with a British Accent yelled.

The Door was kicked down and a man wearing gas mask and makeshift armor drenched in Blood with a Rat on his Shoulder.

R148 and the Man stared at each other for multiple minutes.

This staring was interrupted when a Soldier walked in with news.

“Commander Menendez, We’ve got the Plans, we can leave now.”

Menendez looked at his soldier before walking into the Room Warden sat terrified in the Corner.

He took off his mask revealing his face.

“I’ve read about you, didn’t think you’d still be here.

My name is Valter.

I am; so sorry, what happened to your species was, unforgivable.

But if you want to avenge your race.

Exterminating the elitist F*ckers responsible, is your best course of action, if you want that, then JOIN ME!

Igorflyn.”

He stretched his hand out to R148.

Who took his hand.

Igorflyn became the right hand of Valter Menendez.

With his indestructible nature he was a great enforcer, but most importantly to Igorflyn, Valter treated him as an equal.

Valter showed Igorflyn what it meant to be alive.

However Valter would eventually have a son named Jackson, and in guilt and grief of the Mothers death, Valter completely invested himself into 

The Ruptured Crusade.

Igorflyn had to raise Jackson almost entirely by himself.

Jackson would constantly ask where his Father was.

But Igorflyn had no answers.

Eventually during the Climax of the Story

Igorflyn was powerless to stop what he thought would be Valter’s Death.

Then the Explosion happened.

Igorflyn saw everything around him vanish.

He saw everyone vanish.

Everything but him.

(And Valter’s Rat oddly enough)

He then saw a figure approach him.

“This one truly liked you, didn’t he?”

The Figure had a massive Maw of Sharp Teeth and it’s Arm was covered in a Crystallized Metal.

“Tell me Igorflyn, do you pledge your UNDYING LOYALTY to;

THE WRITER!?

WILL YOU BE HIS WARDEN?!!!”

It then picked up The Rat.

Igorflyn would accept, on only one Condition. 

That The Writer would rebuild him into a true monster.

The Writer accepted Igorflyn’s Condition.

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 14: Vinyxl'dan

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: DOOMED Tidings

Vinyxl’dan was born in a separate DOOM Hell, under the rule of the Maykrs, and was randomly selected to be Davoth’s prized creation. Being given far superior power to other Marauders and was tossed around between Davoth and the Maykrs like a new toy. One blood red day, he was once again relentlessly training under Davoth’s abuse and Maykr threats before one of the Maykrs was shot down, gunned and slayed like cattle. He knew what this was. The Doom Slayer. He saw the ways the Slayer would brutally murder all demons in his path and greatly envied his power… More than that, he WANTED it.

He knew deep within him that he couldn’t beat the slayer on his own, however, if he had the correct tools… Perhaps he could… He immediately began studying and engineering his own spells, powers, and tools. From manufacturing a pure, raw Argent Energy Core inside his armor to practicing spells to harness the abilities of Quad-Damage and Buff Totems. Once each of his tools was properly built and his spells were all perfected, he needed a Hound. The one he used to own was stripped from him and discarded in Hell… So he used hellfire and the souls of both his wolf and an undead Mancubus soul in order to create a boundless fiend of fire and sheer power… Lobo.

After months of bonding to and with Lobo he set off to create an army, an army of unstoppable Marauders in which he could mold to dimension-breaking soldiers of his design. He found his first group of four chattering to each other and looking around for the Slayer, only to lock eyes with Vinyxl’dan. Their eyes went from malice to shock in but an instant as they knelt.

“G-General Sentinal Vinyxl’dan… How may we be of service to you?” One asked, his voice shaking with anticipation.

“I come with only one simple request. You four join me in creating an army. One that will kill the Slayer and seize power to us. Permanently.” He coldly spoke, his voice practically echoing down to their knelt forms as another one speaks in response.

“But… We are sentinels of Davoth… You are a general… Nothing more…”

This one’s voice was less afraid, it was shallow in words and brooding in tone as Vinyxl’dan kicked him in the face, sending him flying back a couple feet as he held his now bleeding mouth.

“INSUBORDINATE! You must see what I have to offer before so crudely declining. Or I could slaughter you all now and save myself the trouble.”

With a quick and low whir, his axe was unsheathed and the blade was revealed as he put it to the nearest Marauder’s neck. They all shook their heads and stood up straight, their weapons to their sides and their eyes on the ground. They were already understanding the situation they’re in.

“Good. Now you little rats are going to play Messenger. Find other Marauders and induct them into the army as Sentinal Knights once more. Reality has rejected us and so we return as such. We are Reject Sentinals. Now go.”

With a point of his finger the four Maruaders nodded with a loud ‘yes Sir’ and left in that direction, searching Hell for more recruits he could mold into upcoming soldiers.

After a couple more years of abuse and secretly creating his unstoppable forces of Hell, he finally launched an attack as the Slayer ripped and tore through more demons, he felt a sharp yet burning pain in his torso, his body being suddenly flung up and over, into the fleshy red ground. The Slayer quickly stood up, whirling around to find Vinyxl’dan standing there in front of him, and with a snap of his fingers Lobo leapt out from behind him and attacked the Slayer as Vinyxl’dan tagged him off from the other end. As they both tagged off of the Slayer, he felt so… Alive.

Lobo bit hard into the Slayer's neck, his burning teeth hitting a vital artery as he collapsed under the blade of Vinyxl’dan’s axe.

“Down already, Slayer? Pathetic.”

With a final slash, Vinyxl’dan decapitated the Slayer, his head rolling upon a bloody blanket of ground as Vinyxl’dan  broke off the Slayer’s chestplate, speaking into it.

“Either Doctor Hayden or VEGA. Open a portal into the Fortress.”

Shortly after a portal opens and sure enough there it is. The Slayer’s fortress. Vinyxl’dan grins and beckons his army into it to inhabit, to which they all quickly rush into the fortress. Vinyxl’dan examines the Slayer’s body, stripping his Crucible from him, along with his portal tech, and the one thing all demons used to fear. The Slayer’s helmet.

After getting settled into the Fortress, Vinyxl’dan hacked VEGA to follow his command as well as brainwashing Dr. Hayden into his sides as well. Once more a few years pass and Vinyxl’dan now has the forces and the means to steal and collapse the power of Urdak… The Maykr homeworld. The portal opens quickly, Vinyxl’dan and his Reject Sentinal army rushes through, the dimension quickly going from heavenly and white to dark and red as the Khan Maykr quickly sees Vinyxl’dan and attempts to strike him down, to no avail however as he leapt up, Crucible in hand as he slices her in half with the Argent blade, the self buffing augmentations to the Crucible causing Vinyxl’dan to glow a violent red as he stabs the blade into the Khan and drags down the blade with his body weight. As the Khan’s body is destroyed by the collapse of Urdak, Vinyxl’dan signals his troops to escape into the portal as more Sentinals flood into the fortress. He grasps the Khan’s soul, pressing it into his body as it absorbs all her power and applies it to himself.

As they open yet another portal back to Hell, Vinyxl’dan binds his army to his soul as a precautionary measure for what he’s about to do next.

Davoth stands in front of the portal, very clearly angered.

“You ungrateful rat! I gave you all that you have! Your grace was nothing! You HAVE nothing! I am all you have! Now kneel and pay for what you’ve done!” Davoth yelled to Vinyxl’dan, who only responded with a hard glare and a snap of his fingers. Upon the subtle action, Lobo and the Reject Sentinals charge Davoth quickly as he fights and kills only a few before being pinned down by the Reject Sentinals and bitten into viscously by Lobo.

“You don’t have power over me. You never have.”

Vinyxl’dan seethes at Davoth before Lobo bites into the front of his neck and pulls, pulling out the flesh and organ of his throat as he collapses, choking on his own blood while Vinyxl’dan grasps his soul, absorbing the power while Hell itself began to collapse.

After retreating back to the fortress, Vinyxl’dan began to disappear more often than he used to. He’d leave into the deepest workshop of the fortress, locking himself in as he works relentlessly on what he says is the key to multiversal travel. He said he’d mold himself and his men to break dimensions. Then why not break the entire multiverse?

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The Corrupted Gods Origins Book 1: The Rapture

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

In this alternate Reality, instead of a small Assault to kill Jackson, it was an all out war.

It was a very long battle which at the very End Writer was forced to expend his Perfect Hatred ending the War and killing this version of Jackson.

After this The Writer would Vanish without a trace. Calista would then go on a universal search for him, as she was second in command and everyone would have to follow her.

This would eventually lead her to Writer Reality where she would find him.

But something was wrong with him. He was acting afraid of almost everything.

After seeing This Writer’s abilities, she decided what her next goal was.

Harness this power and take The Writers place.

However Mathe and Mailure would attempt to stop The Writer, understanding that he would become something… other than himself, but they were unknowing of Calista’s manipulation.

They would narrowly lose to The Writer and Calista and were assimilated into The Writer, this would cause the 2 main Traits that Mathe and Mailure had to become integrated into The Writer.

Mathe gave him his Intense Paranoia.

 Mailure gave him his unmatched Bloodlust.

Calista would then begin her plan, after experimentation she learned that The Writer was now emitting a new form of energy that she called:

“Rancor Radiation”.

It was INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS energy with mind-altering properties and was capable of easily killing Collective Gods, with unknown effects against Hidden Gods.

(Theorized to be an inconvenience for them)

Calista then made her first model of the extraction device which made the most powerful explosion ever recorded and caused the death of James Anderson Jr.

Once Calista finished it, she would then needed to maintain it which to do so she would send Writer ally’s and POW’s to throw chunks of Matter infused with Rancor Radiation into a pit where Writer was restrained.

Nameless One however would nearly die and be badly altered in a way he hated, and would leave Calista to her devices.

It was noted how the device containing Writer was growing Flesh inside of it which turned into humanoid figures trying to crawl out.

Calista would discover Writer was generating broken clones of Valter Richter the Man Writer used to be, Writer was using them to try and claw himself out of containment.

It turned out the extraction process would hurt The Writer. But Calista craving more Power ignored this concern.

Then one fateful night, the containment system for The Writer was overpowered.

The Writer had made Tens of Thousands of incomplete Valter Clones break open the lid of his containment unit.

The facility was utterly destroyed when Calista and Writers old Allie’s arrived.

Writer was floating in the sky, motionless, he was thinking.

Calista began to speak, “Valter? Are you their?”

The being quickly appeared infront of her

“VALTER IS DEAD!

I AM

WHAT REMAINS!!!

I AM 

THE RAPTURE 

YOU CREATED!!!!!”

The Rapture yelled.

The Rapture then flew through Warden and tore his head off his body and Crushed in its hands, ending what was thought to be immortal.

He then began laughing before a mass of flesh of energy erupted from his mouth and encased him, it bursted revealing a new form. 

The Rapture then sent a shockwave at the Tarnished Minds and they were turned to bones; they didn’t fade to ash.

6288 rushed The Rapture with his greatest attack and launched the massive blast of energy at The Rapture, only for Rapture to put its arm up and catch it before PUSHING IT BACK. 

The Rapture Condensed the Blast into a Spec before sending it back to 6288 who abruptly disintegrated.

Calista used Comet Azure on Rapture only for him to run through it.

The Rapture roared and began a relentless attack of thousands of swings.

It was a Rabid Animal whose Bloodlust had overtaken him.

Calista's head was then grabbed before she was clotheslined by The Rapture, lifting herself up off the ground she saw someone’s boots Infront of her.

It was Nameless One.

“N?! HELP ME!”

Calista cried out.

Nameless One took off his hat.

“I’m no longer the Nameless One, I have broken my oath to never speak for the guilt I carried for killing my pregnant wife, I am now who I was before;

I am Kaiser.

And you are not worthy of my help.”

The Rapture then grabbed Calista by the sides of her head and absorbed her power until she was nearly dead, The Rapture then Screamed in Calista’s face.

The Rapture picked up Calista over his shoulders, jumping up and landing breaking her spine before ripping her in half and letting Calista’s blood splatter on him.

The Rapture was then stabbed in the Back, phasing to turn around as the Blade was still stuck in its chest.

YanderAda stood defiantly.

The Rapture wasted no time pouncing onto her and began flailing her around like a Ragdoll.

The Rapture roared and began tearing her apart.

But he stopped…

The Rapture then fell to its knees looking at the blood on its hands.

The Rapture roared, causing Blood to rain from the sky.

Rapture then picked up what was left of its daughter and looked at Kaiser, they exchanged a long glance, Kaiser claims it was a mutual respect.

The Rapture would leave through a Portal.

After extensive procedures, it stabilized YanderAda.

However to Fuel the machine keeping her alive, he required Blood.

The Rapture would do anything for this Blood.

The Rapture then said:

“The Story is dead.

Blood is Fuel.

 I must Cull.”

The Rapture would then go on Rampages Killing everything and absorbing the Blood to keep its Daughter alive.

It would do ANYTHING as long as she endured…

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 12: The Tarnished Minds

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: FRENZY

One of the few Tarnished who did not leave The Lands Between and fought in The Shattering for Volcano Manor where he lost his arms in the battle.

He had a miserable experience in his run. Dying many times to the point of not feeling much else other than pain, but he would meet a girl named Hyetta asking for “Shabriri Grapes.” 

He happened to have one and became intrigued by her talks of the “Distant Light” after giving her enough of the Grapes he decided to finally tell her that they were never grapes. 

The next time he saw her she requested the eyes of a man in a nearby church named Vyke. 

As he fought the Invader, Vyke shrieked, Causing the Tarnished to experience what Hyetta was talking about. The Tarnished finally understood…

He gave Vyke’s eyes to Hyetta and the 2 traveled deep below the Capital into an old chamber. The Tarnished Rested when Melina appeared.

Pleading with The Tarnished to leave 

“The Frenzied Flame”

Alone, telling him despite everything, life endured and it was still valuable.

The Tarnished responded that all he saw was a method to keep the suffering going and The Tarnished gave himself to the Three Fingers. 

When he exited the Chamber The Tarnished forgot everything about himself, he was now Frenzy, The Lord of Frenzied Flame.

He gained a Maddening Power which he used to shred and burn his way through the rest of his Enemies. And after ending the reign of Marika and Radagon.

He then let the Flames of Frenzy consume him. 

But before he could mix everything together, he felt the presence of another flame…

CHAPTER II: Godskin Outcast

Synth was a well known Godskin warrior, subservient to The Gloam-eyed Queen and was her personal bodyguard being bestowed the Godslayers Greatsword. 

Synth was well respected among the Godskin as he was the only one who didn’t mess with his form for a combat advantage. But after their defeat to Maliketh, and the power of the Black Flame was sealed.

The remaining Godskins tried to come up with a Plan to get their power back. 

But Synth was confused; they lost to the Shadow of Queen Marika, and they were not getting that power back. 

They insisted that it was a good idea but Synth believed the survivors had become corrupted.

Synth would exile himself becoming Tarnished, and was now seen as an enemy to the remaining Godskins.

He was now known as 

“The Godskin Outcast”

He would still use the Black Flame to prove that he didn’t need its original power. 

After encountering Varre, he would dedicate his abilities to Bloodflame for some time and Serve Mohg.

When the Tarnished were called back to the Lands Between.

Synth left to finish what his Queen had started.

During his travels, he would meet a man known only as “The Dung Eater” after talking to him for some time, Synth understood if he wanted to kill the gods; Helping this Omen was his best chance at achieving that goal.

Upon entering the final chamber at Crumbling Faram Azula and beating the Beast Clergyman, he saw him. 

The Shadow of Queen Marika and the one who took everything from him.

“Maliketh The Black Blade”

Synth took out the Godslayer Greatsword. “Till one of us falls, old friend.”

The battle was a vicious one where both sides could barely get hits on each other. That was until Maliketh went for a 

Killing blow.

“ENOUGH!” Synth Shouted

Synth used the Blasphemous Claw and deflected the Power of Destined Death.

Before plunging the Godslayer Greatsword deep into Malikeths stomach. 

“You fought well Maliketh, but not well enough.”

Synth then set out for the Erdtree, taking down Radagon of the Golden Order 

But before he could finish him off, The Godskin Outcast felt the presence of another form of death overwhelm him.

CHAPTER III: Cleanrot

Among all of the Cleanrot Knights, there was 1 Man.

This man was the partner of Cleanrot Knight Finlay serving under 

Melania the Severed.

This man had to serve her as penance for a previous offense. 

He only went by the name

“Cleanrot”.

No matter how hard he worked or fought, Melania would never let him go.

During the Shattering, he was commanded by Queen Marika herself to bury Godwyn the Golden.

Cleanrot was responsible for all Erdtree Burials and due to the reputation Godwyn had, this was a very special case.

Cleanrot went to the capital where the first Demigod fell, and took the Corpse of Godwyn which was already festering with some kind of affliction.

And then Cleanrot buried Godwyn directly under the Erdtree to honor the Hero with an Erdtree Burial.

But just when he was going to leave, he felt a sharp pain strike throughout his body. 

He coughed up Scarlet Rot, it was happening. 

All Knights were one day destined to succumb to the Rot. 

But before he could do something, he felt a Spear stab him in the back. Turning he saw Phantoms. 

And their was a lot of them. Cleanrot stood and held his Scythe, he had to fight till the Rot took him.

He was eventually stabbed from all directions. 

And the Blight that affected Godwyn’s Corpse was now in him. 

He was pierced by a massive spikes as Scarlet Rot mixed into it causing his death to last days of excruciating pain.

When he awoke he realized what had happened. 

The Rot and Blight had fused, he should’ve been dead; but the Blight in him refused to let him rest.

He tried to leave but a booming voice echoed in his head.

“CEASE.”

Cleanrot stopped and turned and saw the biggest dragon ever documented in front of him “The Gravelord”

One of the few ancient dragons to not retreat and the most deadly of the species being the only one to harness ice lightning.

“You are not allowed to leave this place.”

The Dragon calmly stated.

Cleanrot looked around around not seeing anything indicating why he couldn’t (other then The most terrifying dragon known in the lands between infront of him).

“Why must I stay in this wretched place?”

Cleanrot asked curiously.

“Because this is our tomb.” The Gravelord responded.

Cleanrot approached the massive Dragon “Our?” He asked the Dragon.

“I too am destined to die in this ‘Wretched Place’.”

The Gravelord Explained.

Cleanrot looked at the Dragon and noticed he too had tendril from the blight coming out of him.

Cleanrot looked at his own and back to The Gravelord.

“I see now… I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

The Gravelord nodded in acknowledgement.

Over the years, the Tarnished and the Ancient Dragon (Named Lych) made somewhat of a bond with each other just by talking to pass the time and Lych even taught Cleanrot how to use Ancient Lightning, until Cleanrot asked a touchy questions.

“Hey Lych, why did you ever bother talking to me? I’m just lowly tarnished who refused to die, why bother wasting your breath to talk to someone so below you?”

Lych’s eyes widened before saying “Because all I have is eternity and I might as well make the most of it, yes?”

Cleanrot nodded “What brought you here? To this place we are now?”

Lych thought to himself for a few seconds before looking over at Godwyns festering corpse. “Family.”

Cleanrot stood and took out his Rotten Winged Insignia and showed it to Lych.

“I was to ordered by Queen Marika to come here and bury Godwyn, you already know who I was.”

Lych Snarled Quietly at the fact Marika was involved.

At that moment, Lych raised his head up and began looking around.

“The assault has started, I must go, if you wish to leave you may.”

Cleanrot stood and looked at the Dragon in his remaining eyes.

“I never thought I’d say this to anyone, let alone The Gravelord, but you are the closest thing I’ve ever had to a family. I will leave, but I will return.”

“Then it is only until we meet again, old friend.”

The two rushed to the surface and off in different directions.

Cleanrot rushed to the BattleField where he was supposed to be. But arrived only to witness true horror.

The entire continent of Caelid was infested with Scarlet Rot and almost all of his fellow Knights were Dead, Killed by Radahn whose mind was gone because of Scarlet Rot.

He spotted Finlay holding Melania, and after regrouping with her, he protected Finlay while she Carried Melania back to the Haligtree tree where her brother was taken. 

They set Malenia down and they realized the end had come.

And in an act of respect, Finlay willingly became a spirit for Cleanrot to use in his endeavors, Cleanrot then waited till Malenia woke up.

When she did, she attacked the Corpse that was Cleanrot. However while he was lying on his back with her blade in his Chest.

He felt The Blight in him still refusing to give up, it kept fighting, it would not let lose him again, it would not let him die.

Cleanrot spewed Death Blight out of his mouth. When he calmed he saw another Rotted Tree just like the one he was on. 

He had killed his Master.

He then vowed to replace the Death Rune as he couldn’t think of anything that was left for him. 

He would just have to honor Godwyn, so he grabbed The Hand of Melania and set off.

This was all Marikas Fault, she would pay for the Shattering.

Later on Cleanrot met Fia in the round table hold and realized they had a common goal.

So they set out together to go far below to Erdtree where Cleanrot had met his fate. 

Acquiring the Deathmark Curses, and holding Fia one last time, Cleanrot had a vicious battle with Dread Fortissax. 

Using a Scarlet Aeonia, Cleanrot broke Fortissax’s Stance and shoved Malenia's blade deep in the eye of the Dragon.

He then saw Fia now endlessly slumbering, he put his hand on her head and clenched his fist in the other. “Thank you.” He told her, and he set off to burn the Erdtree.

Eventually when all that stood in his way was 

The First Elden Lord Godfrey, he went back to check on Fia one more time.

He instead found D, standing over her Corpse ranting about her being a Witch and how Godwyn was nothing.

Cleanrot approached D. “Ah hello, the Rotten Witch is dead. 

The Golden Order unsullied, now I can look my brother Darian in the eye. 

Honeyed Rays of Gold, deliver my spirit.

Darian… Honeyed Rays of Gold-“

Cleanrot unsheathed The Hand Melania. D turned around and looked at him. “Ah, don’t you dare.”

D said as he ripped the sword out of Fia’s corpse then pointing it towards Cleanrot.

“Unless you want to die like a dog.”

Cleanrot stabbed himself in the same part melania did when she nuked Caelid.

He then said the last words he’d ever speak 

aloud.

“I already Have.”

D took out his Seal

“Very well.”

A Cage of Death Lightning surrounded them and the battle had begun, it seemed Lich was still around.

Neither of them could gain a strong hold on the other, their Incantations canceled each other out.

“Die. Die. DIE.” D said calmly as they fought.

Cleanrot preformed Melanias Waterfowl dance and drove D back.

D laughed.

“Then you are a Blight, A Defiler of the Golden Order and Murderer of my Brother. I’ll grind your corpse into th-“

Cleanrot through a lighting Bolt at D knocking him down, before using Fortissax’s Death Lightning to finish D’s Fight.

D faintly laughed as he fell onto his knee’s.

Cleanrot then casted Fia’s mist on D.

“Forgive me, D-arian…”

He Uttered before the Death Blight consumed him.

Cleanrot fell to his knee’s by Fia’s body in anguish.

Cleanrot was done being the Golden Orders Puppet, they would Suffer, as he had.

Unflinchingly killing Godfrey and Radagon, Cleanrot was going to finish the reign of the 2nd Elden Lord.

But Cleanrot then felt something.

2 Flames that grew hotter….

CHAPTER IV: Soldjar

3 Tarnished found themselves at the foot of the Erdtree, 

A Cleanrot Knight’s corpse

The Bearer of Frenzied Flame 

and a Godskin that was shunned amongst his kin.

They entered, and Radagon of the Golden Order stood before them, he raised the Hammer that shattered the Elden Ring.

Cleanrot used Sorceries and Incantations to punish Radagon’s attacks.

While Frenzy spewed Frenzied Flame out of his eyes distracting Radagon and dealing constant damage.

As The Godskin Outcast clashed weapons with the Legendary Warrior. 

Eventually Black Flame, Frenzied Flame, and a Scarlet Rot Death blight mixture blasted Radagon down.

But before they could achieve victory, the final obstacle appeared.

The Vessel for the Outer Will. 

“The Elden Beast”

The 3 Tarnished had their blood boiling for different reasons.

As this was the 

Mastermind behind everything…

Frenzy raised Vyke’s War Spear.

“MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD!!!!!”

Frenzy Screamed.

Frenzy’s head turned into a Ball of Frenzied Flame as he levitated into the air. 

Cleanrot began convulsing before he started emitting constant Rot and Blight. As Tendril grew on his body and insects swarmed him.

The Godskin Outcast held the Godslayer Sword Tightly as the Black Flame grew ever more. Until he himself was completely covered in it.

With the power of 3 Elder Gods.

The Elden Beast fell. 

Now the 3 Tarnished stood in front of Queen Marika.

They didn’t know what was next, but before they could figure that out.

They all Screamed in Agony, they had angered something much greater than the Outer Gods…

"What? What. Is this? What; is this Place? What, am i?- Where am I? GARRRRR!- All this rage, these, these… GODS! THEY DID THIS!!! IT’S ALL THEIR FAULT! THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US- NO- NO! ME!!! THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!!!!!!!! MUST KILL THE GODS!

KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS

KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS KILL THE GODS

I AM THE SOLDJAR, AND I AM THE HARBINGER OF JARS, DEATH, ROT, FLAMES AND MADNESS! 

AND THE OUTER GODS SHALL TREMBLE IN THEIR COSMIC BOOTS BEFORE MY MIGHT! AND DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS AT THE HANDS OF MY WEAPONRY!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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The Hidden Gods Origins Book 11: Skarbrand

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

Skarbrand is one of the MANY Children of The Writer.

Skarbrand is the embodiment of Murder, The Writer is his biological Father giving his soul IMMENSE potential but a different kind than that of Hizuru’s.

The Writer never knew of Skarbrand because he was concepted during the time shortly after the creation of “The Abyss” and Valter’s Banishment.

Much later in his life, Skarbrand learned of his true heritage and then kidnapped Hizuru to confront The Writer (And unintentionally all of the other Hidden Gods).

After an intense confrontation that was resolved by The Omnipresence and The Frenzied Sanity.

Skarbrand and The Writer came to a truce and Skarbrand joined The Hidden Gods.

Later on it was learned he was raised by The Frenzied Sanity itself.

What was it plotting?