Remi was a bit freaked out by the touching thing, and how fast and strangely he talked. "Hello... I am Remi...I can do things with my mind... I guess" She introduced herself, being very shy she didn't say too much to him. She didn't know what he meant by fragment of nothingness, since technically that's impossible, but who was she to judge, she could cause people to see themselves in space if she wanted to, and make them feel deprived of air, hurling towards a sun getting hotter and ho-. She stopped herself, she didn't want to do anything that could give her a bad reputation, and this guy seemed to be decent enough, she needed friends.
Nise knocks on Sermon's door. "Mr. Sermon...?" She looks over, seeing Erion. She flashes a smile.
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis "the wise"? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
She looks at him. He... knows...? She swallows. This could be bad. Really bad. She looks down. And... my... father, want's to see me... Should I go? She had a lot to think about.
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis "the wise"? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
Following the conclusion of the ceremony, a short spurt of chaos seemed to break loose. Someone released their powers for whatever reason, causing flames to breakout into the crowd of people. Supposedly it had all been just a mere illusion, but people kept screaming and running around frantically like idiots even after the flames dissipated. Shaking her head disappointedly, Hensoku pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on and moved towards the elevators. At that moment, she could have cared less about signing up for classes or hunting demons. In all truth, her main priority was finding some peace and quiet. Some quiet moments of meditation and prayers sounded really nice right about now. However, she knew her great goddess would not have an ear or a tail if she knew - and she would know - that her ungrateful subordinate was wasting her time praying and secluding herself from interacting with others.
Silently sighing to herself, Hensoku changed her intended path and moved closer to the gathering groups, trying to scope out a seemingly good team. She guessed it would be worth her time to try out some demon hunting with her peers. It’d be good for bonding and testing out her own limits in the battlefield, even though she knew she would not be able to compare to the skill level of most of the others. She surveyed the forming groups...er..or group. There was a very tall, boasting man standing in the center of a growing crowd with his arms wrapped around a younger girl asking for more takers, presumably others to join their group. Hensoku stared at them warily, though. She recognized the two from earlier and was unsure if she should get involved with them. She was pretty sure that the tall man was the one that had engaged in battle with the fear-inducing demon of earlier, and the girl had been a bystander, just like herself. Eliciting her more apprehensive side, Hensoku stood on the edge of the crowd and continued to observe the two people as she tried to determine the pros and cons in joining their little party.
((Also, Entei, could we maybe get a more detailed list on these classes that our characters can sign up for? Like, would Hensoku be able to sign up for Holy Defense? I don’t consider her a Holy Warrior per se, but if the class involves teachings that correspond along the lines of exorcism or use of wards/spells/incantations, I would might want her to enroll in such a class.
I'm sorry, I know you are probably busy, and this will take away from your own posting time, so if you could please post a reply to this whenever you find extra time, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.))
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Erion looked at her as she looked worried, and shook his head.
"Look, it's not important where you come from... but what you do afterwards. God... I don't even know where I come from, so that tells you a lot. I don't care if your father is.... you know." he then says
She breathes in and out, trying to stay normal. "H- how..." C- can I trust him...? Is he going to tell...? Am I going to have to...? She stopps when she thinks about that. "I... Don't..." She pauses, looking around. "...understand..." She seemed upset, but at the same time, relieved.
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis "the wise"? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
Personality: Erica is a strong-headed, confident young girl with a short temper and powerful intensity. Her will is virtually never shaken, and she always keeps her cool, regardless of the situation. She holds a confidence that appears almost cocky, but in reality she holds a firm understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. Her temper is a flaring mass of destruction that can make an insult into an amputation. Literally. She holds a sway to leadership and when given the opportunity becomes an excellent tactician on the battlefield. Rarely does she find a guy she finds attractive, but when she does she absolutely stalks him due to her type being very rare. She likes macho, the epitome of manliness and overall an exceedingly tall, ridiculously muscular behemoth who can match her in combat.
Powers (Optional): As the daughter of Susanō, Erica inherited gargantuan strength and speed, as well as the status of a Prodigy amongst Prodigies when it comes to wielding a sword. She's so proficient in swordsmanship that she actually defeated her father last year in a duel. This is also where her blade originates, a gift from her father. The Kusanagi. This blade takes the appearance being composed of grass. This is however an immense advantage, as her blade weighs hardly anything and coupled with the fact that it can cut through nearly anything (Iron Walls, Carbon Shield, a Forcefield, you name it!), it makes her truly deadly on the battlefield. It was originally the Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi, but her father split the blade in half in order to seal Erica's dormant powers inside, those of Tsukiyomi and Amaterasu.
You see, Erica was born in the Diva's Home Dimension, during what they call the Ceremony of the True Eclipse, in which a Red Moon (Tsukiyomi's special tradition) overlaps with the sun on the Summer Solstice (Amaterasu's) which then aligns with the planets. This produces a beautiful scene on Earth, while in their Realm the two Divas mix their energies together, cascading the entire realm in their power. Any child born during this time sucks up this energy like a straw, entering their souls. Unfortunately, these energies were foreign to her body, and as her body tried to reject it the energy rooted itself deeper and deeper. So, her dad removed the energy and tore his prized blade in twain, sealing his daughters foreign energies inside it. Until then, the only additional powers she has currently is her control over storms, which she is highly inexperienced in using. At the most, she can shoot a taser's worth of electricity and maybe some tiny waves. Unless she really focuses. Then she gets more promising results.
Back Story: Erica was born to her father, Susanō, and her mother, an unknown human women. The women died in childbirth, so Erica has no recollection of her. Amaterasu was her substitute mother, and Tsukiyomi was the wisecracking uncle. She lived a happy life up in the Diva's Dimension, often times sparring with her parents or laughing at her grandpa, Izanagi. They didn't really talk about Izanami, as Izanagi still felt bad about causing her downfall. However, when she was a child Izanagi did tell the tale, resulting in some tears.
Her house was absolutely vast, several thousand square miles across. She enjoyed hiding from her father in there, still taking him several minutes to find her even with his supersonic speed. She loved her father, who was sweet and funny yet also an excellent teacher. This is how the majority of her life was, occasionally meeting her Aunt Inari and some of her highest servants. Among them were Hatsumi's parents, though Erica didn't know that. On her sixteenth birthday, her father finally allowed her to duel with him and when she won, he gave her his blade, the Kusanagi. The Kusanagi was his prized weapon, a symbol of his pride for his little girl. Not long afterword, she was sent to the school, getting in without much difficulty as the Headmaster was old friends with her Grandparents.
Equipment: The blade Kusanagi, a very light tool that can cut through virtually anything. Well, human substances, at least.
Weaknesses: Her pride, confidence, and overall ego. Her lack of ranged combat (temporary), and her inability to stop after conflict has started.
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Erion shakes his head, his ears perked up
"Look, what is important is what you become, not where you come from. It is what you do, not what you begin as." he says calmly. Maybe he should not have told her but...
"And seeing how you reacted back there, you are not heartless as him. Your energy might be similar, but how your soul is, that is what is different. It's who you are deep inside that is important," he says, looking up in the air.
"Yes, origins do make part of us, but it's what we decide to make of it that really defines us." he then says.
Personality: Erica is a strong-headed, confident young girl with a short temper and powerful intensity. Her will is virtually never shaken, and she always keeps her cool, regardless of the situation. She holds a confidence that appears almost cocky, but in reality she holds a firm understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. Her temper is a flaring mass of destruction that can make an insult into an amputation. Literally. She holds a sway to leadership and when given the opportunity becomes an excellent tactician on the battlefield. Rarely does she find a guy she finds attractive, but when she does she absolutely stalks him due to her type being very rare. She likes macho, the epitome of manliness and overall an exceedingly tall, ridiculously muscular behemoth who can match her in combat.
Powers (Optional): As the daughter of Susanō, Erica inherited gargantuan strength and speed, as well as the status of a Prodigy amongst Prodigies when it comes to wielding a sword. She's so proficient in swordsmanship that she actually defeated her father last year in a duel. This is also where her blade originates, a gift from her father. The Kusanagi. This blade takes the appearance being composed of grass. This is however an immense advantage, as her blade weighs hardly anything and coupled with the fact that it can cut through nearly anything (Iron Walls, Carbon Shield, a Forcefield, you name it!), it makes her truly deadly on the battlefield. It was originally the Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi, but her father split the blade in half in order to seal Erica's dormant powers inside, those of Tsukiyomi and Amaterasu.
You see, Erica was born in the Diva's Home Dimension, during what they call the Ceremony of the True Eclipse, in which a Red Moon (Tsukiyomi's special tradition) overlaps with the sun on the Summer Solstice (Amaterasu's) which then aligns with the planets. This produces a beautiful scene on Earth, while in their Realm the two Divas mix their energies together, cascading the entire realm in their power. Any child born during this time sucks up this energy like a straw, entering their souls. Unfortunately, these energies were foreign to her body, and as her body tried to reject it the energy rooted itself deeper and deeper. So, her dad removed the energy and tore his prized blade in twain, sealing his daughters foreign energies inside it. Until then, the only additional powers she has currently is her control over storms, which she is highly inexperienced in using. At the most, she can shoot a taser's worth of electricity and maybe some tiny waves. Unless she really focuses. Then she gets more promising results.
Back Story: Erica was born to her father, Susanō, and her mother, an unknown human women. The women died in childbirth, so Erica has no recollection of her. Amaterasu was her substitute mother, and Tsukiyomi was the wisecracking uncle. She lived a happy life up in the Diva's Dimension, often times sparring with her parents or laughing at her grandpa, Izanagi. They didn't really talk about Izanami, as Izanagi still felt bad about causing her downfall. However, when she was a child Izanagi did tell the tale, resulting in some tears.
Her house was absolutely vast, several thousand square miles across. She enjoyed hiding from her father in there, still taking him several minutes to find her even with his supersonic speed. She loved her father, who was sweet and funny yet also an excellent teacher. This is how the majority of her life was, occasionally meeting her Aunt Inari and some of her highest servants. Among them were Hatsumi's parents, though Erica didn't know that. On her sixteenth birthday, her father finally allowed her to duel with him and when she won, he gave her his blade, the Kusanagi. The Kusanagi was his prized weapon, a symbol of his pride for his little girl. Not long afterword, she was sent to the school, getting in without much difficulty as the Headmaster was old friends with her Grandparents.
Equipment: The blade Kusanagi, a very light tool that can cut through virtually anything. Well, human substances, at least.
Weaknesses: Her pride, confidence, and overall ego. Her lack of ranged combat (temporary), and her inability to stop after conflict has started.
Other: Mahogany
((Denied. Drop the demigod thing and the power a bit and you'll be good.))
Erion shakes his head, his ears perked up
"Look, what is important is what you become, not where you come from. It is what you do, not what you begin as." he says calmly. Maybe he should not have told her but...
"And seeing how you reacted back there, you are not heartless as him. Your energy might be similar, but how your soul is, that is what is different. It's who you are deep inside that is important," he says, looking up in the air.
"Yes, origins do make part of us, but it's what we decide to make of it that really defines us." he then says.
((Sorry, was busy with school.))
Sermon opened the door. "Ah, hello. Welcome to my Sanctuary. Does this boy know of your origin?"
((She's not really a Demigod, I simply refer to her as that because she is the daughter of a powerful Diva. Would Demidiva work? Or do you mean change her status as the child of a Diva entirely? Oh, and I'll gladly lower her power a bit.))
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Erion looked at Sermon, and looks down a bit.
"I... kinda do... kinda put 1 and 1 together when I sensed him and her... but I won't cause any trouble to her or anyone else. I promiss. It's not where you come from that really important, it's what you do about it." he says.
((She's not really a Demigod, I simply refer to her as that because she is the daughter of a powerful Diva. Would Demidiva work? Or do you mean change her status as the child of a Diva entirely? Oh, and I'll gladly lower her power a bit.))
"I... kinda do... kinda put 1 and 1 together when I sensed him and her... but I won't cause any trouble to her or anyone else. I promiss. It's not where you come from that really important, it's what you do about it." he says.
"Not always true. In this case, it does matter. Come inside and we will discuss this matter." They walk into the Sanctuary, which represents a massive cathedral with an angelic statue behind the altar. "Now, to discuss your origins from Abazorth." ((I would be typing more, but mobile sucks. They need a friggin app for the MC Forum.))
((So she can't be the son of Susanō? Well, that sucks. I'll think of something. Wait! Doesn't that remove all her powers then? I'll have to make an entirely new character! Ugh...))
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((lol))
Erion walks inside also, and sighed."What I meant was deep down... but I know this is very important in this case. What I meant when I was talking is more like as a person. But origins can actually make things important. It's just what you do with it that is important in this case. Sorry.... I think I might be talking to much. Me and my philosophy...." he then says, shaking his head.
"Mr. Sermon, honestly... does it matter...?" She tried to squirm out of it, not being comfortable with the situation.
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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis "the wise"? I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you. It's a Sith legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the dark side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural. He became so powerful... the only thing he was afraid of was losing his power, which eventually, of course, he did. Unfortunately, he taught his apprentice everything he knew, then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. It's ironic he could save others from death, but not himself.
"Mr. Sermon, honestly... does it matter...?" She tried to squirm out of it, not being comfortable with the situation.
[Sermon]
Sermon gets a grim look on his face. "The fate of the world matters. Now, two demons exist with the possibility of reaching demigod strength. You have ultimate power somewhere deep inside of you that if trained right can be just as powerful as Abazorth. You are our chance at defeating him and his chance at obliterating all life. Ragnarok will want you to fulfill his master plans of ending worlds. Abazorth won't really want you much, but will do everything in his power to do what his master says. And that means going to a very dark place with the darkest thing in history with power unknown to us. It is your choice. Will you save the world or end it?"
[Abazorth]
Abazorth approached a prison as far as the eye could see times one million. Inside were millions of demons and evil rulers who ranged from A to AA to S and probably a couple of X class demons. He grinned. "Time for a fun time party house extravaganza for me." He began to walk towards it. His energy could be felt by a few people. One of these people was an old bald man wearing a ragged suit. cuts in his suit revealed a pitch black heart and black veins. The old man chuckled. "Looks like he has plans."
"And I kinda...sense a certain link in all this. " he adds silently and calmly.
Following the conclusion of the ceremony, a short spurt of chaos seemed to break loose. Someone released their powers for whatever reason, causing flames to breakout into the crowd of people. Supposedly it had all been just a mere illusion, but people kept screaming and running around frantically like idiots even after the flames dissipated. Shaking her head disappointedly, Hensoku pushed herself off the wall she had been leaning on and moved towards the elevators. At that moment, she could have cared less about signing up for classes or hunting demons. In all truth, her main priority was finding some peace and quiet. Some quiet moments of meditation and prayers sounded really nice right about now. However, she knew her great goddess would not have an ear or a tail if she knew - and she would know - that her ungrateful subordinate was wasting her time praying and secluding herself from interacting with others.
Silently sighing to herself, Hensoku changed her intended path and moved closer to the gathering groups, trying to scope out a seemingly good team. She guessed it would be worth her time to try out some demon hunting with her peers. It’d be good for bonding and testing out her own limits in the battlefield, even though she knew she would not be able to compare to the skill level of most of the others. She surveyed the forming groups...er..or group. There was a very tall, boasting man standing in the center of a growing crowd with his arms wrapped around a younger girl asking for more takers, presumably others to join their group. Hensoku stared at them warily, though. She recognized the two from earlier and was unsure if she should get involved with them. She was pretty sure that the tall man was the one that had engaged in battle with the fear-inducing demon of earlier, and the girl had been a bystander, just like herself. Eliciting her more apprehensive side, Hensoku stood on the edge of the crowd and continued to observe the two people as she tried to determine the pros and cons in joining their little party.
((Also, Entei, could we maybe get a more detailed list on these classes that our characters can sign up for? Like, would Hensoku be able to sign up for Holy Defense? I don’t consider her a Holy Warrior per se, but if the class involves teachings that correspond along the lines of exorcism or use of wards/spells/incantations, I would might want her to enroll in such a class.
I'm sorry, I know you are probably busy, and this will take away from your own posting time, so if you could please post a reply to this whenever you find extra time, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.))
"Look, it's not important where you come from... but what you do afterwards. God... I don't even know where I come from, so that tells you a lot. I don't care if your father is.... you know." he then says
Name: Erica Ōkami
Age (14-21): 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Race: Demigod (kind of, at least)
Personality: Erica is a strong-headed, confident young girl with a short temper and powerful intensity. Her will is virtually never shaken, and she always keeps her cool, regardless of the situation. She holds a confidence that appears almost cocky, but in reality she holds a firm understanding of her strengths and weaknesses. Her temper is a flaring mass of destruction that can make an insult into an amputation. Literally. She holds a sway to leadership and when given the opportunity becomes an excellent tactician on the battlefield. Rarely does she find a guy she finds attractive, but when she does she absolutely stalks him due to her type being very rare. She likes macho, the epitome of manliness and overall an exceedingly tall, ridiculously muscular behemoth who can match her in combat.
Powers (Optional): As the daughter of Susanō, Erica inherited gargantuan strength and speed, as well as the status of a Prodigy amongst Prodigies when it comes to wielding a sword. She's so proficient in swordsmanship that she actually defeated her father last year in a duel. This is also where her blade originates, a gift from her father. The Kusanagi. This blade takes the appearance being composed of grass. This is however an immense advantage, as her blade weighs hardly anything and coupled with the fact that it can cut through nearly anything (Iron Walls, Carbon Shield, a Forcefield, you name it!), it makes her truly deadly on the battlefield. It was originally the Kusanagi-No-Tsurugi, but her father split the blade in half in order to seal Erica's dormant powers inside, those of Tsukiyomi and Amaterasu.
You see, Erica was born in the Diva's Home Dimension, during what they call the Ceremony of the True Eclipse, in which a Red Moon (Tsukiyomi's special tradition) overlaps with the sun on the Summer Solstice (Amaterasu's) which then aligns with the planets. This produces a beautiful scene on Earth, while in their Realm the two Divas mix their energies together, cascading the entire realm in their power. Any child born during this time sucks up this energy like a straw, entering their souls. Unfortunately, these energies were foreign to her body, and as her body tried to reject it the energy rooted itself deeper and deeper. So, her dad removed the energy and tore his prized blade in twain, sealing his daughters foreign energies inside it. Until then, the only additional powers she has currently is her control over storms, which she is highly inexperienced in using. At the most, she can shoot a taser's worth of electricity and maybe some tiny waves. Unless she really focuses. Then she gets more promising results.
Back Story: Erica was born to her father, Susanō, and her mother, an unknown human women. The women died in childbirth, so Erica has no recollection of her. Amaterasu was her substitute mother, and Tsukiyomi was the wisecracking uncle. She lived a happy life up in the Diva's Dimension, often times sparring with her parents or laughing at her grandpa, Izanagi. They didn't really talk about Izanami, as Izanagi still felt bad about causing her downfall. However, when she was a child Izanagi did tell the tale, resulting in some tears.
Her house was absolutely vast, several thousand square miles across. She enjoyed hiding from her father in there, still taking him several minutes to find her even with his supersonic speed. She loved her father, who was sweet and funny yet also an excellent teacher. This is how the majority of her life was, occasionally meeting her Aunt Inari and some of her highest servants. Among them were Hatsumi's parents, though Erica didn't know that. On her sixteenth birthday, her father finally allowed her to duel with him and when she won, he gave her his blade, the Kusanagi. The Kusanagi was his prized weapon, a symbol of his pride for his little girl. Not long afterword, she was sent to the school, getting in without much difficulty as the Headmaster was old friends with her Grandparents.
Equipment: The blade Kusanagi, a very light tool that can cut through virtually anything. Well, human substances, at least.
Weaknesses: Her pride, confidence, and overall ego. Her lack of ranged combat (temporary), and her inability to stop after conflict has started.
Other: Mahogany
"Look, what is important is what you become, not where you come from. It is what you do, not what you begin as." he says calmly. Maybe he should not have told her but...
"And seeing how you reacted back there, you are not heartless as him. Your energy might be similar, but how your soul is, that is what is different. It's who you are deep inside that is important," he says, looking up in the air.
"Yes, origins do make part of us, but it's what we decide to make of it that really defines us." he then says.
((Denied. Drop the demigod thing and the power a bit and you'll be good.))
((Sorry, was busy with school.))
Sermon opened the door. "Ah, hello. Welcome to my Sanctuary. Does this boy know of your origin?"
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"I... kinda do... kinda put 1 and 1 together when I sensed him and her... but I won't cause any trouble to her or anyone else. I promiss. It's not where you come from that really important, it's what you do about it." he says.
((Child of Diva.))
"Not always true. In this case, it does matter. Come inside and we will discuss this matter." They walk into the Sanctuary, which represents a massive cathedral with an angelic statue behind the altar. "Now, to discuss your origins from Abazorth." ((I would be typing more, but mobile sucks. They need a friggin app for the MC Forum.))
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Erion walks inside also, and sighed."What I meant was deep down... but I know this is very important in this case. What I meant when I was talking is more like as a person. But origins can actually make things important. It's just what you do with it that is important in this case. Sorry.... I think I might be talking to much. Me and my philosophy...." he then says, shaking his head.
"But better just talk about it." he says
[Sermon]
Sermon gets a grim look on his face. "The fate of the world matters. Now, two demons exist with the possibility of reaching demigod strength. You have ultimate power somewhere deep inside of you that if trained right can be just as powerful as Abazorth. You are our chance at defeating him and his chance at obliterating all life. Ragnarok will want you to fulfill his master plans of ending worlds. Abazorth won't really want you much, but will do everything in his power to do what his master says. And that means going to a very dark place with the darkest thing in history with power unknown to us. It is your choice. Will you save the world or end it?"
[Abazorth]
Abazorth approached a prison as far as the eye could see times one million. Inside were millions of demons and evil rulers who ranged from A to AA to S and probably a couple of X class demons. He grinned. "Time for a fun time party house extravaganza for me." He began to walk towards it. His energy could be felt by a few people. One of these people was an old bald man wearing a ragged suit. cuts in his suit revealed a pitch black heart and black veins. The old man chuckled. "Looks like he has plans."
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