Kurantse rolls his eyes at the Father's little 'heartwarming' display. "Don't be so damn melodramatic, man," He mutters. Then, he speeds down towards the planet.
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YIMOR VS OCAERIL, HELSA, INQUI, ARCEUS, CORVEN, TIAMAT, KURANTSE, and ICKOL
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Ocaeril's arm was torn off, the wound cauterized by molten gold but at the cost of being impossible to regenerate. Worse yet, coming so close to Yimor and locking eyes with the dragon struck him blind within minutes. Somewhere on the planet below, an explosion as strong as that of a nuclear fusion bomb detonated, likely somewhere in the ocean, but still devastating the area. Still, to the gods who could see, Yimor had been left wounded as well, though likely by Kurantse's price rather than Ocaeril's swords, which, although failing to sever Yimor's wings, did manage to tear one to near useless shreds and impale the dragon, though not to lethal effect. Ickol, meanwhile, didn't seem to really believe hard enough, and the potion was just an illusion. Helsa's snakes miss, their creator having invoked murphy at the wrong time. Inqui's attempt to imprison Yimor within herself lasted only briefly, given the extent she had to spread herself thin in order to encase the dragon before his radioactive breath and the extreme heat of his scales forced her off. However, she did at the very least seem to slow him down, and as he phased through the crystal sphere the whole of Ocaeril beheld the dragon falling from the sky. His light was such that none saw his face, save for those directly adjacent to his crash, who themselves were already doomed, as Yimor crashed on a large Enfogged island somewhere in the east Ocaerillian ocean. The fog dispersed, and any life not already choked by the toxic fumes that had overtaken the island was burned alive by the intensity of Yimor's light. Yimor, however, was looking quite worse for wear. The price of breaking Inqui's hold had been hefty, as was that of blinding Ocaeril, and reentry had not done him any favors. His wing was in tatters and he would need to regenerate before he could fly again, let alone travel at light speed, and the island was only big enough for so much of his body as his tail stretched out and caused steam and dead things to rise from the sea. His impact had also caused water to rush out from the area, no doubt to devastate surrounding islands, and he also seems to have disrupted tectonic activity in the area, causing underwater volcanic eruptions to be visible around the area, as well as those on nearby islands. The sky was colored pitch black with a combination of dust particles, volcanic ash, and toxic fog, all
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Tiamat:
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Ickol:
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Corven:
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Inqui:
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As Ocaeril felt pain coursing through his body, his eyesight failed. His arm was ripped apart, and his full Susano'o form with his Kitsune one disappeared. His Chakra form soon dispersed, only leaving a sad looking and defeated Ocaeril floating in the brink of space. He was alive, but his eyes didn't have any color, his arm was missing, as blood floated out of it, and several scars were in his body, his shirt and outfit ripped, and he breathed in, and out...
In his painful moment, he watched as Yimor dove towards the planet. He wanted to say he had the strength to get up. He wanted to say he had the strength to stop Yimor, he wanted to say he had the strength to kill him, but...In the end...He didn't.
He was too weak. He failed.
...But the others...Haven't.
Ocaeril didn't want this. He didn't want to depend on his friends and family to do the job to him. He was too weak...He was a father, and a father's job was to protect his family. And yet...He would need to watch them fight.
Coughing out blood, he could feel his godly regeneration kicking in, trying to seal the wounds with his cells...And yet, he barely could feel a thing.
"I'm sorry."
His whispers acted as a pathway to the ears of all the gods, as he held up his only available arm, and tried to reach out to Inqui, Helsa, Tiamat, Ickol, Kura...And even Arceus...Before pointing down at the planet. But more specifically, his ''gaze'' was on Inqui.
"Please win. I'm sorry I'm...Weak. Please, go beyond...Do your best, Inqui."
And hearing Helsa's words...He turned to her, a dry smile soon appearing on his lips, as if apologizing.
"I can hear you...Man...You've been...Talking a lot...You don't need to be my friend...But..."
Helsa could suddenly feel the littlest bit of Chakra being born within her, warming her heart, her soul...Almost like a soft embrace of a friend.
"I'm sorry...I couldn't save you..."
...
And so, Ocaeril's eyes closed, as he gently slept in the vacuum of space. His heart beating, but his presence weak.
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Inqui took a breather before looking at Ocaeril, his almost dying body, everything was silent as a ringing sound echoed in her head, her heart emphasized the moment with each beat, her eyes flickered as the red lines on her pulsed.
Her face then contorted into one filled entirely out of fury.
Inqui teleported to Yimor (
"Fucking Gods, Why don't you just. DIE!"
Inqui screamed as she summoned a giant lance that threw right into Yimor's head, she then blitzed to his back as she kicked him into lance before she placed her hand on top of her eye as fire bursted out like a solar flame.
"WHY DO THIS YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!! JUST DIE ALREADY!"
Inqui then clenched her fist as she screamed before throwing out a bolt that zoomed right into Yimor before exploding in a burst of energy.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID YOU ASS!"
Inqui could feel Oca's avatar disentegrating, it only made her even more mad.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Inqui made animalistic roars as she flew straight at Yimor and slashes him.
"DIE! DIE! DIE DIE! DIEDIEIDIEDIEDIIEIDEIDDIEIDEIDIEIDEIDIEIIDEIDEIDEIDEDIEIDIEIDIEIEIDIE!"
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Yimor’droth clapped Their wings, sending a firestorm blasting across the molten ruin. Colossal wounds drip fire, as the Dragon hovers.Sadly, Ocaeril had to reduce himself to dirt... It would be just up to the planet, and mostly Tiamat. The others would try to at least repel Yimor, but now she gets herself downwards, to the seas of Ocaeril, near port royale. Why this? Why now? If there is a beginning of a end, then Tiamat would be on her last stand. It takes a moment to try and rest in the sea and adjust her form. This isn't something that's done so often in battle, and if she were to run out of options, that last stand would give herself the needs to fight without the usage of combat creatures.
As she now rose from the waters, checking for the target. It must be somewhere nearby, as she began to walk. What would be seen is the hybrid of origin and sea formes together, with hints of blues and glowing reds. She's not the fastest, but she will hit hard. As a warning roar sounded out, it's the mix of two different monster roars and her gentle aaa's in disharmony... Anger... Avengeance. For the sake of Ocaeril, the other gods, the people and many creations galore, she will fight for what's important.
Now, she will try to walk fast in this new Dragonoid form, and make a ramming charge towards Yimor, at the ruins. By this, she could impale it with her horns, for damage or to topple it over.
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The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.
The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.
The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.
...Is what they thought.
Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...
Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...
The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.
A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.
They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.
The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be
Second Circle of Rebirth
Creation of Heavenly Body
The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.
And then...
Crack
...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.
Flowers bloomed under him.
White skin, white hair...
Horns, a third eye on his forehead...
A calming and fatherly presence...
And...A wide smile on his face.
"So, is absorbing the soul of your enemy a thing you always could do, or is that new?"
THE WORLD GOES ON
SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET
OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN
The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.
The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.
The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.
...Is what they thought.
Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...
Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...
The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.
A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.
They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.
The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be
Wheel of Samsara
Second Circle of Rebirth
Creation of Heavenly Body
The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.
And then...
Crack
...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.
Flowers bloomed under him.
White skin, white hair...
Horns, a third eye on his forehead...
A calming and fatherly presence...
And...A wide smile on his face.
"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"
THE WORLD GOES ON
SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET
OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN
The spirit of the world stood quiet as he simply watched the final blow be dealt to Yimor, and the dragon soon fell. The weight of his massive body fell into him, the world shaking and momentarily going silent. 'Children' from all over the world watched as the dragon fell. Families cheered, and hugged one another. Others lamented their loss. Happiness and sadness got shared by them, but within them, a feeling of loss, and a new hope soon was born.
The planet seemed...Colder, to the gods. More grey. Perhaps it was Yimor's fire that caused ashes, or perhaps something else. Something...Deeper. It seemed as if clouds were in the sky, making even the impossible light coming from the newly transformed dragon girl smaller and almost... Insignificant.
The gods that would care and felt things would remind themselves of the body of Ocaeril falling and turning into dirt. His essence seemingly dissapearing. A sadness would perhaps creep into their hearts, in different forms for many, but one thing that many, if not all would be sure was that: Ocaeril, the planet, was dead.
...Is what they thought.
Hah, haah, hah hah he hoo...
Chanting could be heard in the skies, the winds traveling and singing out what appeared to be mantras. Whispers came and went like winds in the ears of the gods as (and if) they landed on the planet. Nearby trees, once destroyed by Yimor, started to grow, in a strange essence. Flowers bellow the dragon grew and died, and grew back again. Something...Started to fly in the air. A blue energy, almost like spores coming out of trees- flying around all over the planet. A powerful essence grew, and seemingly was seeping itself into the body of the planet...
The chanting grew louder, as in a bright flash of light, the gods could see...A sight.
A multitude of spirits flying around in the sky, infused with Chakra. The essence of those who fell, the spirits of those who died by the foolishness of Yimor. Hundreds, if not million of them, circling around the planet, almost like...Following a wheel.
They all had strings attached to them- golden strings leading to all direction, but specifically down in the planet...The gods could go through these strings. In fact, they were immaterial, but there were so many, they could, for once, see the full extent of them. A infinite amount, everywhere in the world, appearing only once in less then a second, but completely hindering their vision.
The Strings of Evolution, and All There Will Be
Wheel of Samsara
Second Circle of Rebirth
Creation of Heavenly Body
The gods could then see the golden globe of the strings go into the planet, as it seemingly slowly shook...As then, all that energy dissappeared, and so did the strings, as they entered the body, and the spirits simply watched, all seemingly chanting, despite the fact they didn't have a mouth.
And then...
Crack
...A bright light shined just a few meters where Inqui, or, Yinqui now stood. A light that soon became a tornado. A light that seemingly became a 'circle', and started to change and morph in nanoseconds. It grew, changed forms. A baby, a child, a teenager, and then finally, a man. The spirits dissappeared, their chanting apparently gone, as the figure floated around in the air for a moment, before...Gently putting his feet down.
Flowers bloomed under him.
White skin, white hair...
Horns, a third eye on his forehead...
A calming and fatherly presence...
And...A wide smile on his face.
"So...Nice horns. Come here often?"
THE WORLD GOES ON
SECOND HEAVENLY BODY OF THE PLANET
OCAERIL, SURVIVOR OF THE SUN
Arceus calmly looked at Inqui before turning to Ocaeril and bluntly saying.
“Must you be so dramatic? You didn’t even die.“
Arceus sighed at Ocaeril’s odd antics absentmindedly thinking it must be some weird phase he’s going through. He turned to the one way portal he created and said out into the open.
“Palkia! Could you please take care of that, I need to go check up on your brother in the distortion world real quick.”
Suddenly a pinkish portal appeared from space and out came the Palkia master of space.
Palkia spoke up in a distorted but definitely female voice that somehow echoed even in the emptiness of space.
“Yes dad I’ll take care of that portal faster then you can sa-Wait what?”
She turned to look at Ocaeril her eyes focused on him. She hasn’t actually spoken to Ocaeril although Mew has been fond of the god/technically sibling although Arceus regards him with pure apathy. Arceus simply sighed before saying.
“Peed the hom...him no mind daughter, asides I need you to come to the Hall of Origin once you finish. I have a present for you afterall.”
With that Arceus teleported although Palkia still remained focused on Ocaeril. The blank stare lasted for what seemed like a few minutes before she finally spoke.
“Ummm...........Hi?”
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In space, Helsa's tendrils lashed out at the gods, dealing superficial damage to Kura and Tiamat, while Ickol horribly underestimated her own abilities and conjured forth a near perfect image of the Nightbringer, or at least a minor illusion of him, which didn't appear to be very well kept under her control. The immense black dragon blasted her with a plume of black flame before diving at the ground. The flames barely wounded her, being illusory, however the incomprehensibly proportioned night-dragon, nearly the size of Yimor himself, dived towards the planet, screeching and heading for Yimor it would seem, but not before loosing a few black projectiles at Kura, seeming to be particularly attracted to his golden hue. Meanwhile, on the planet's surface, Yimor is stuck by Kurantse's spears, failing to dodge but barely being effected, given the shredded state of his wings and dense armored crest covering his head. Port Royale burned almost instantaneously, Joe's gigaplunts being only seconds too late. Yimor's spear goes far and misses Inqui, while Corven heals the gods of some of their wounds, though it wasn't much help for Tiamat, who was knocked aside by a wave of fire unleashed by Yimor, searing away at her scales. Though she seemed to do considerable damage to the levitating dragon, who was knocked to the ground. He could not rise before Inqui was upon him. Her sword connected, and it barely even hurt. Yet somehow, some way, the blade depletes the last of his power, piercing his hide and cleanly impaling him in the center mass. He remained alive just long enough to say his last words, and see the illusion of Zyr circling overhead, blasting away at fleeing imperial ships with black lightning. And then, the dragon saw no more.
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Yimor's hulking corpse began to glow, and yimor's thoughts did not quite cease. A sliver of consciousness remained. An essence of sorts, and said essence felt itself drawn away from its corporeal host and into something else. Inqui also began to glow, Ocaeril's world-spirit and the other deities witnessing as a beam of light shone from Yimor's dead eyes onto the slime goddess. She herself felt as she was enveloped in the light, which simultaneously comforted her and raked her mind with the incomprehensible and alien thoughts of the Light Dragon. There was, however, no physical pain as Inqui's body was stained a light shade of yellow, and parts of her slime began to crystallize into scale-like armor along her back, hands and feet. From the crystalline plate on her back, two watery wings emerged, made of liquid like the rest of her body but emitting a blinding light that briefly obscured her from the others' vision. Her now scaled feet formed talons of hardened, golden slime, and two similarly crystallized horns jutted out of her head. Her "clothes" were reabsorbed into herself, leaving the rest of her form mostly featureless and uniformly bright. Inqui's thoughts were interlaced with those of Yimor. She, in fact, was Yimor. Knowledge of the hall of light, of Arqa's history, of Zyr 'Abaoth and the horrors that he may soon sow upon the world, and of the legions of slumbering angelic beings waiting beneath the surface of Yimor's now barren and dark planet, and of what horrors lie below them. She felt emotions new to her. Fear was among them, another was some odd satisfaction at the widespread destruction, but like all emotions she felt now, they were strangely distant in a pleasant way, not overwhelming her as she was so used to. Still, deep within her subconscious, that unabsorbed fragment of Yimor lied in wait, mingling with All The World's Evil and making something far more dastardly. Igna stirred within the slimy goddess of heroes and light, empowered by that remnant which had so eagerly merged with her, though still under control, for now. The light emitting from Inqui-Droth faded, and among her first sights as this new being was the illusory black dragon circling above, and with a single thought of undiluted rage, a sunbeam struck and dissolved the illusion into mist, sparing those few imperial ships it had not already ravaged. Her spontaneous fury subsiding, the goddess of heroes and light turned to see her fellow deities, as well as the just barely visible spirit of the world.
INQUI REY HAS ABSORBED YIMOR DROTH. ALL KNOWLEDGE OF THE LATTER CHARACTER HAS TRANSFERRED INTO THE FORMER.
SPHERE GET: Light
ASPECTS GET: Energy, Lightning, Fire, Radiation, Electromagnetic Force
MIRACLES GET:
(All of these can be activated and deactivated at will.)
Bolt of Fire: A bolt of fire, ranging from a campfire to a nuke. Can be explained as a meteor.
Madness: Any mortal who gazes upon the form of the Dragon will go insane. A god won't go crazy, but it's not good to look at it for too long.
Burning Luminescence: Yimor'droth glows brightly enough to kill most organic life.
Mutation: Yimor'droth can mutate life through radiation, and cultivate those mutations. Explained as mere monsters.
Mind Alteration: Controls the mind of a living thing. Explained as insanity or brainwashing.
Exarch Creation: In the event of an Exarches demise, They can create a new one. Explained as a magician.
Madness Dreams: A passive effect, explained by "just being dreams". Has negative effects on the long-term sanity of anyone within it's range.
Electric Storm: An unnatural storm, created by Them. Explained as a normal, if unusual, storm.
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A crate marked with the standard werewolf insignia of Snake's benefactors fell through the portal, containing various supplies and weaponry, far beyond that which could be normally found on Ocaeril.
"Snake, the one-way nature of your trip may actually be a blessing in disguise. If this world is closed off from the multiverse, we may very well be able to colonize it and completely sever ourselves from our current home universe, which, if our reports are correct, is all going to shit since all those alternate worlds appeared out of nowhere. Your standing orders are to explore this world and determine potential habitability, and, if possible, to construct a new box."
Celestial Speck
After the end of the battle, as the world itself began to change and make anew, Tiamat can only observe every side, how it changes, then...
... A set of flowers birthed a new figure.
She's still in her dragonoid form, and pretty badly damaged. That would be what Ocaeril would know as she slowly walked to him. She adjusts her head to his level, trying to see if he had really returned. She still cannot speak, for she just lack words to think of the moment. It can be interpreted as a mother's worry, as well as some sadness for the world. Sound wise, it was a mix of growls from her burns and damage, and and whimpers of worry.
She's also apologizing for the damage that was done on the planet due to her giant form during the fight with Yimor.
