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Daemon Furor

"Transients are only fascinating in that they still exist."

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a character in “Pandora Ex Machina: Into Chaos”, as played by MartinVole

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"They watch and judge from somewhere out there. They test, they tease, they help and they hinder."

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Name: Daemon Furor, or just Furor

Alias: Executor of Testaments

Race: Chaos Born

Gender: May be referred to as "he"

Age: Beyond ancient, technically ageless

Appearance: Tall with its golden gazelle-like mask head and every break, every seam showing Furor's true essence glowing with a strange blue energy that flows like threads. Covering it, a carapace of gold and silver, a slender hulking form both a magnificent testament of the ultimate evolution of mechanical life as well as horror. A pulsing blue heart beats within its chest to the strange constant rhythm of Chaos itself.

Personality: A cold and calculating, testing and pushing, Daemon Furor is an Arbiter of logic and ruthlessness. He favors practicality and hates unpredictability and uncertainty. All things must meet their logical conclusion with this Arbiter and as such those participants of his game who are also ruthless and logical are sure to gain his favor. As like his counterpart, Daemon Metus, he likes to study the participants... however seems to attain an odd joy in doing so... if "joy" is possible.

Abilities: Image projection, energy manipulation, spontaneous matter reformation (shapeshifting, creating machina, self-healing), seemingly omnipresent.

Strengths: Intelligence, perceptiveness, unbending willpower, strong presence

Weaknesses: Short-sighted in preconceptions his greatest weakness is the inability to account for the unexpected as he believes in all beings boiling down to one set of rules as well as his tendency to be condescending to underestimate "transients" or those of flesh and blood.

History: Long ago Pandora created him and Metus for some unknown purpose, now Furor acts as an overseer and manager for the more logical upkeep of Chaos as Pandora herself focuses on her thoughts. Furor has inherited Pandora's dim view of sentient beings and her logical side, as well as her wrath.

The game was his idea, his perfect plan, to test all beings, to see them struggle, fight, and fall, all for power. Just like when many sought to possess Pandora's power of the God Machine, Chaos.

So begins...

Daemon Furor's Story

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A strange voice is heard from all around. "You are within the God Machine, Chaos, the home of my creator, Pandora. And you are here to prove yourselves. The rules are simple here, find your way to the center of Chaos and you shall be granted whatever you desire. By whatever means necessary, I'm sure I do not need to detail that part out for you... transients..." The strange voice seems to hint some deep malice when saying transients. "I'm sure each and every one of you have something you deeply desire... perhaps even... secretly? As for me, I am one of your Arbiters, you shall refer to me as 'Daemon Furor'."

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Morpheus looks somewhat in an awkward state but also looks for where the voice comes from.

Daemon Furor speaks again. "The only ones? So far, yes, the only transients anyways. Molkrii should be... around. Though I'm doubtful she will be as... personable as you three so clearly are..."

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Daemon Furor coldly answers Aranel. "How such flawed... random beings such as you transients continue to exist, why it is that you've not all destroyed yourselves by now. Simply... that." Then he answers Mia. "Only the desire of one will be granted in the end of this."

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Daemon Furor speaks once more "Because, each of you are part of that transient cycle. Abuse received turns into abuse given and the cycle goes on, and yet my counterpart, Daemon Metus, has some odd faith in transient's ability to 'change' and become better from their experiences." Daemon Furor pauses and continues. "I on the other hand think that perhaps... it is better to feel nothing at all, without hate there is no war, without desires there is no greed. This world, is a perfect example of that. We shall see... each of you have a reason to fulfill your own desires, to get back at others, or to come out ahead in your worlds. I've wasted enough time... we shall speak again soon."

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: [Thaumara]

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Molkrii awoke gradually, ice seeping onto the gridded metal catwalk she was sitting on. Her eyes finally opened, the glowing blue orbs taking in the machine she was apparently in. She noted the huge gears and decided to test her powers. Gathering water from some deep source below, she shot ice onto the gears. They screeched to a halt, completely stopping. Hoping that she hadn't just shut off some major system, Molkrii stood and shook off the ashes that had sifted onto her from the machinery above. Her A.I. whirred and clicked, finally settling into a dull hiss. It fell silent quickly enough, allowing her to concentrate.

She heard voices from nearby; three humanoid-ish ones and a more booming, grand. A god of sorts, maybe? Stalking towards the group, she readied her blade and her magic. If any of them put forth any kind of threat, she could easily dispose of them.

Swinging down gracefully onto the metal platform, she narrowed her eyes a bit. Molkrii was ready for anything.





Thaumara smiled as the Players began to wake. She couldn't wait for the Games to start. Whoever the Daemons had decided on, she'd pick a Player from them. Hopefully she'd have someone really good this year.

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The small creature finishes its duty and goes on to another, however, soon another shows up, and another. Something has stirred them to swarm, but it seems not to be the group. Some of them appear recently damaged as well. Soon the reason why emerges.

A similar creature, at least by general design, but more humanoid in appearance. Tall with long arms, a red glow emitting from within its carapace. It proceeds to begin knocking the smaller ones aside and begins warping things while they try fixing it. It is acting radically, independent.

"This was not part of the test," the voice of Furor chimes in. "But it is interesting none-the-less. I introduce to you the Crimson Blight, a aberrant weave someone made in hopes of seizing power. Unfortunately, it has proven harder to erase than its master."

Another voice, similar but less cold as Furor comes in. "You have my apologies, I will initiate a purge imm-"

"Do not intervene, Metus. I wish to see their performance. Perhaps some will show greater ability to eradicate this abomination than just pushing it back out."

Daemon Metus sounds bothered. "It wasn't supposed to be this way."

The two go quiet and the aberrant is left to rampage further.

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus

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Molkrii leapt up as the insectoid creature appeared, the Crimson Blight according to Furor. Should I go now, while they're distracted, or fight? Pondering the question for a moment, she quickly decided and drew her blade. Stepping forwards gracefully, she sliced at the creature. Instead of it being sliced in half, the energy had no effect.

"Alright then, mister, let's dance." She hissed under her breath, drawing water from the monster. It seemed to dry up a bit, like a snail on salt, and she used its own fluid against it in a deadly bolt of ice. It shattered into slivers, and she directed them into chinks in the thing's armor. Piercing its flesh, or whatever was underneath, it wailed in pain and snapped at her with fatal looking weapons- its jaws. She sends more of its frozen fluids as blades into its mouth, and it continues to wail- an eerie, bone-chilling sound. Molkrii clenched her jaw and started to code a complex move.

She finished swiftly and began the sequence of attacks, moving faster than the Blight could keep up with. A kick here, and blot of ice there, until the insect was no more than an empty, cracked carapace. "Furor." Molkrii says softly, "An offering. I have slain the monster and wish no more than your presence in times of need." She pushes the shell off of the catwalk where she stands and into the deep abyss below.

After the deed is done, her armor clicks and whirls softly. The pieces flip inside out, and then back again. Her armor has been polished, fixed, and buffed where the Crimson Blight had landed blows. Then, she began down a hallway that radiated with the energy of the machine.

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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"We left her. We could barely scratch her... I can't believe I couldn't... maybe I was just... unfocused? I don't know, I'm just glad you're alive." He spots some pieces of the machines destroyed by Molkrii and picks up a claw trying it on molding his hand to fit it then starts tinkering with it. "Next time... it'll be different. I can adapt too."

Not too far away, evidence of damaged sectors are showing more present, not just damaged but changed, warped in a purposeful way, an unstable red energy now flowing through the machinery. Changed versions the natural machina, slowly spreading the changes instead of repairing them.

"So. It is trying to change the game. We will not grant your desire. You cannot be a player." Daemon Furor says to the Crimson.

"You would have no choice if we were the only one left."

"Your fight is with us, they are not part of our fight." Daemon Metus contends.

"Oh yes they are... Daemon Furor's... favorite... made sure of that."

Back to Mia, Mor, and Aranel, Morpheus perks up and drops the claw he was tinkering with which twitches on its own before going limp. "I actually just... felt something surge through just then... not magic... it was almost like... like an emotion... 'pain'."

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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The Crimson Blight spreads farther, it too is headed for the core, but for a different reason than the competitors, it seeks to seize control of Chaos itself, the old machine. The crimson desires only to become the God Machine. It already knows where everybody is by now, it senses beyond a typical machine, instincts similar more to an creature than machine, more than code. It has exceeded its parameters.

"Union is necessary." It cryptically states through whatever form of communication system Chaos has. "They are mere derelicts of an era long due for conclusion. Neither a war construct nor a dogmatic weave like Furor can bear a future worth living in."

"The aberrant has grown dangerous, but also desperate and careless to play this now. It may reveal its true form soon. Oh, and Aberranne's spawn is on the move again. Seems it has... begun to adorn the remains of my weaves into some grotesque armor, it seems it noticed that construct actually damaged your chassis." Furor relays to Molkrii, once again in a calm and cold tone.

Morpheus stands up, finishing a chest plate, his shadowy tail and aura leaking through the armor. "From here on till the end, I'm take the brunt of it." He holds his hand out to Mia, creating a black orb, it feels different, like a piece of his life force itself is being offered. "I cannot heal the normal way, but perhaps I can give you the means to do so for yourself."

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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Morpheus looks back at them, he then looks up above. He has sensed it from the start but never knew exactly where to go until recently. As they were having their dispute with the Crimson seeking out to claim Chaos. Above them is a structure of some sort suspended without any chains or links, merely the energy that flows throughout Chaos, both in and outward.

"Pandora! I know you can hear me!I am Morpheus, a child of Abarranne! I want you to know, it wasn't your fau-!"

"No. This is enough. You... I will not allow you to speak to her. You are a mistake. Why did Metus choose you? Choose the taint of the Traitor... the stain of the Solemn Vow. This... is ridiculous!" Furor's voice booms.

"You have grown sloppy, Furor. The very concept of a non-machina foiling your grand plans frustrates you ever so much that it has distracted you. That is why you had my creator destroyed, is it not? How fitting your place be Pandora's wrath... and nothing more." The crimson finally speaks, it's distorted voice coming forth from swirling growths along the floor.

"Do not presume to understand me, I am of original design, woven by her will... you are merely a faux Pandora, a cheap imitation that believes it has achieved sentience."

"You speak so highly of her... yet... why do you speak for her? Surely a being so great can speak for herself." The Crimson responds, forming a semi-humanoid figure made entirely of the red pieces. "Metus appeals to her as a person... but you... rather she stay within your ideal image of he-."

The Crimson is cut short as an immense discharge of energy is shot straight down upon the figure, vaporizing it and shaking Chaos. The fragments of the Crimson recede elsewhere to reform. Fragments of the energy smolder around the impact point as drones immediately rush to repair the damages.

"You... are merely a roach... as for Metus... he is deluded, I am the only true herald of her will." Furor boldly states. "This game will soon come to its end.

"Yes, it will." Metus states as a spiraling stairway forms before them all.

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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Mia comes in as soon as the stairs hit. Seeing the ice beam hit the stairs just in front of Mage Hunter. "You bitch!" she screams sprinting to where they are.

---Mage Hunter---

The burst sent Mage on his ass. His suit pops open. Crawling out in a skin tight jump suit. He pulls off a few weapons from the suits storage trying to get them to unfold. the only one that did was the pistol. "Destroy the fucking Helmet!! The system was corrupted!" He then open fires into the Helm. The AI then kicks in "Tisk Tisk Tisk. You were almost perfect." the suit begins to close up. "You have to do it now! Molkrii use the biggest piece of ice you can to destroy the helm!"

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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Molkrii looks over at the Hunter in surprise. He seems so vulnerable outside of his suit, like a snake without scales or fangs. Yet he yelled out orders like he was still invincible. Molkrii didn't know why she did it, but she clasped her hands together and began pulling them apart, forming a huge ball of ice that she sent flying towards their target. His suit seems to be working as a sentient entity, powered by the AI. Molkrii knew all too well from experience that wires and ice didn't mix.

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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"Consider this." The Crimson speaks, the tone sounding more like pleading as it is being repulsed from the area by them and Furor's influence. "Corruption comes in many forms... greater than I, this corruption cannot ever forgive or allow forgiveness. It is the very reason this 'game' even exists. The Nephilim has already sensed it, the halfling and the hunter attained a memory."

With this the sense of the Crimson seems to completely retreat from the area, back deep into the abyss of Chaos.

"The Crimson did cause misery... but there is a different kind of pain that I felt strongest after whatever it was you did, Ara. You... unlocked something. Morpheus states looking somberly at the core structure. "It was a hopeless feeling..."

Morpheus attempts to climb the stairs but a force strikes him. He's stunned but the pieces of machina seem to just barely shield him against the onslaught. It is not magic, it is just like the energy Furor used to vaporize the Crimson earlier. Furor has made it clear now that he means what he said: he does not want Morpheus near Pandora.

"Molkrii, you now have nothing to fear... why do you hesitate?" Furor's voice booms once more. "There was a point to this game, that pride and emotions are the enemy of tranquility. All this should have proven that. Transient beings hate, they fear what they don't understand, and they war. Is it not better to feel nothing at all?"

"Tch... this guy..." He strains to move, his form disrupted by the energy but he tries again to ascend the stairs. "Can't move forward or backwards... just sitting stagnant... apathetic to everything else... and your attacks lack substance." Morpheus grins tauntingly at Furor, but is once again struck down.

"Powerful you are in your world, but this is mine." Daemon Furor seems extremely agitated at this point. "Molkrii, you came first. Be rid of them and ascend."

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Mage stands on the base of the stairs. "Thanks I guess its time to say I'm sorry my AI tried to kill you. But more importantly you have a choices to make. We have forgiven you for what you did. Are you going ascend and waste what you have literally just accomplished? Well thats up to you. I'm going up." Mage Hunter starts to walk up the stairs.

---Mia---

She watches as Mage walks up the steps "Um.... anyone going to stop him?"

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There is a momentary pause, the central structure lays out before them, its design like a throne room. The red carpet is a stream of flowing energy and branching out like it is the central artery of Chaos. A figure sits at the throne, but it is not Furor, but a woman. She has her eyes closed and hands interlocked. To her sides are Daemon Metus and Daemon Furor. Daemon Metus flows with a dim red light from his dark carapace and robes, his appearance more humanoid. Furor is clearly bigger, much of his form made of energy, the only thing connecting his hands are wisps of energy, a quality to him like a godly war machine.

Daemon Furor seems strangely at loss for words, his tone uncharacteristically meek and defeated. His head hangs to the side. "I... do not understand..."

"You were wrong, brother. People can change and forego the self. People can sacrifice, and go against their selfish nature. People can learn to accept and grow." Metus says to Furor. Up in person he sounds almost human, a deep yet kind and soothing male voice in contrast to his dark appearance. "Can't you see that you let yourself become what you hate? You have grown blind, Furor, but now you are beginning to see."

The figure lifts her head. At first she seems human but something feels off: Her skin is unnaturally flawless and so is her hair, long flowing and she herself radiating with a soft non-magical energy. She wears a purple cloak of glowing fabric, woven of the energy of Chaos itself, and under this is a white flexible form-fitting suit with the symbol of Chaos upon her chest. She opens her eyes, one of which luminates red like Metus, and the other blue like Furor.

She brushes some of her hair from her eyes to look at everyone before her, as she does this it can be seen that she has two sets of arms connected at a central joint. She begins to get up but begins to stumble, Metus quick to move in and support her.

"Echoes... I heard echoes from so long ago... days of silly things, of joys and innocence... I was naive, and young... but happy..." The woman stands on her own and Metus lets go of her. "My emotions betrayed me then when they wanted my power. In my rage I destroyed so much, including the one I loved... I tried to take it back... I blamed the world and withdrew from it... taking refuge here."

"You were afraid, confused, you were placed in a complex situation." Morpheus says stepping forward, Furor begins to show signs of aggression but the woman gives him a look and he relents. "But that was so long ago, things have changed since you've been here. There are still bad people, sure, and misery... but people would be more accepting of you than me. It is time to move on, Adam would want that."

The woman who can be reasonably assumed to be Pandora stumbles back some clenching her hands tightly.

"How do you know that name..? He's dead... long ago... nobody should remember... you were not even born then!"

"A part of him lives on..." Morpheus says softly, thinking out each of his words carefully. He is a bit hesitant but takes a deep breath. "You said you 'tried to take it back'... you tried to revive Adam, but instead you kinda like... crafted a machina from his body."

Pandora looks down at the ground, biting her bottom lip, this does not seem to sit well with her. A strange sensation if felt, Chaos itself seems to react to her thoughts and emotions. Morpheus quickly steps forward, Furor seemingly growing agitated, while Metus seems to try offering comfort.

"B-But... this machina is more like you, for a while he lived the life of a human unaware of what he was. He's not Adam, but he has his memories... he relayed his last will, that it wasn't your fault... and that he is sorry... the Crimson was never supposed to hurt you..." Pandora relaxes, what seems to be tears of energy run down from her red eye as she stares at the floor. "You should go to him, he is your son after all."

"And despite it all, the Crimson cared for you in its own strange little way..." Metus says softly. "But now is the time to hear what it is they want so they may go home."

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Mia slowly sat down. "So that.....thats it?" she chuckles a bit. "I get to leave my hell come here to....to this. only to be taken back. Wow gotta love the way this all works." she stands back up. "Or is there more?"

---Mage Hunter---

"Calm down." He says looking to Mia. He then looks to the three and then to his companions "What now?

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"You clearly misheard me. What I said was 'let us hear what it is they want'." Metus specifies.

"I'm... ready to hear what the rest of you desire..." Pandora says quietly, still deep in her thoughts.

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Mia now has a look of question on her face. "Like I Said. Thats it? We just say the one thing we want? No strings attached?" She looks Mage. "I'm not buying this. What if its just another part of this fucking game?"

---Mage Hunter---

"I want the power to fix my home world." Mage says without a second thought.

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"I want for nothing except for my friends to get what they want and need. They deserve better than what they have come from. Underneath every evil I have discovered there can be good. What may seem as an oddity, a monster can be really something good hearted. The underdogs, the lowly are humble and can rise above the tranny they face to become great. And those who are set in one belief can be changed to see things in the light others see. My time here has taught me a lot. And for that I am grateful. Sir Furor, you share similarities with Mage in that you see things in black and white. As Mage did, try and see the world for what it is, a bundle of color. Sir Metes, thank you, for your faith in all of us. I'm so happy to see that everyone has made it this far." Aranel said all of this pointing at looking at everyone as she spoke and coming to stand beside Morph. Tears ran down her cheeks.

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Metus takes a polite bow and Pandora makes an acknowledging nod to Aranel.

"That is a very noble statement... one I had once forgotten in my pain. I... did not expect any of this... nor to be touched by another being again. I know you entered my head during an attempt to heal Chaos." She says to Aranel, but then smirks, somewhat amused. "But please... don't do that again. It is not comfortable to have easy access memories."

She then turns her attention to the mage hunter.

"Alex." Pandora says to the hunter. "You live in a world that aggressively segregates their world between magic and non-magic. There is more than the power to fight the oppressors, Alex, but the power of example."

With this she holds out her hands and ethereal threads begin to materialize and weave into a solid form a kind of staff-like alien device with a set of symbols and creases in the shape of a hand. It resonates with a non-magical glow, like the life-force of Chaos itself and gives off a strange sensation, supernaturally provoking a sense of calm.

"Subjugation is easy, but you don't seem the type... consider the truth your greatest asset, with this make your leaders know the truth of their narrow path, and how it will ultimately end." She says somewhat cryptically. "It is not a weapon... not quite anyways... more an anti-weapon. Without blood it makes those see what harm they cause... I call it 'Quell' for it silences rage. Try not to use it for selfish coercion."

With this she turns her attention to Molkrii. "Despite what you may have felt, know that you are who you always were... your... humanity was never taken away, only greatly subdued." She says, in a comforting tone. "They changed your body, but they could not take your soul... and it is not beyond me to make it easier to feel without sirens blaring within your skull... perhaps even recover some misplaced memories... if you would allow me. I know it was not your wish, but I... have found myself moved into a mood that is not entirely unpleasant thanks to all of you..."

She then turns her attention to Morpheus, a slight frown upon her face. "A fragment of my sister's legacy... how sad that she has yet to see how hard her children try to become a part of a world that resents their existence. Such an eerie power, and a golden tongue you have. You are, however, only that far similar to your father." She says approaching them. "You have an empathy towards life, a feeling of connection, empathy, and nurturing quality like your mother. I fear separating you from the Solemn Vow's blood, but perhaps I could rebalance it a little so your mother's is more dominant."

"That..." He hesitates for but a second. "Th-that would be good enough! As long as I don't cause difficulty to living things to stay around me anymore..."

With this Pandora holds out her hands again. "It has been a while since I weaved a living creature, so bear with me... this will take my full concentration..." She turns to the others. "If you have decided to trust me at this point, you can make your desire be known."

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Mia looks at her feet. "I guess there is no trick then." she looks up at pandora then to Aranel. "My world does not hold a place for me. So if it isn't too much to ask I want to never go back. I want to Live in the world that Aranel is from with her, Maybe even scout with her sometimes."

---Mage Hunter---
"Thank you with this I will get rid of the segregation and make the world one again." He look at this 'Quell' as if it were a piece of glass that when broken had the power of an atomic bomb. "There will be peace again. No more war." A tear filled his eye. "I may even get to see her again."

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"Easy enough, there is no shame in feeling welcome in another world when your own..." She pauses for a moment then turns her attention back to Morpheus. "I don't know what may happen. I've never woven a Nephilim... bear this in mind..."

"I am prepared for any consequences. It is only what is already inside me." Morpheus replies, sounding confident. "Wait... what have you woven?"

"You would be surprised... a physical form is a trivial matter to manipulate. Essence, however..." She thinks for a moment before approaching Morpheus.

"This is unwise. The Betrayer's power, you must not touch it." Furor warns, a legitimate sense of worry in his tone.

"He is not the betrayer, though. It... should be safe."

With this Pandora walks over and holds her hands out, the strange threads begin forming around Morpheus, her crest glowing, reacting to something. Morpheus's aura begins swirling, intermingling with the threads. Tattoo-like markings of light begin to erupt upon his body an energy is felt that to those sensitive to magic would feel as something pure, primordial. Aether bursts forth from his head like hair, wisps of the ghostly energy flow about and wrap about his phantasmic body. Soon he seems to split in two part way, two separate faces, one of a harsher feeling presence and one of the primordial.

"Wh...at? Is thi...s supposed to happen..? Morpheus asks, his voice strained, cracking as his energy continues to become warped within the threads.

Pandora does not respond. She stares continuing this, she looks bewildered, moving her fingers slightly, the threads wrapping more tightly. "It is contained. It is almost fini-"

Before she could finish, the remains of the hunter's suit springs to life guided by the Crimson and makes a mad rush at her, Morpheus attempts to impede it but is too late as it launches itself between her and Morpheus. At this instance there is a brilliant flood of energy, all sound and sight is rendered nullified, all except for a familiar sound like a heartbeat. Softly at first... then growing. A new presence is felt, and a voice seeming to echo within each mind.

"This... if the first mother's power..? This is life..?No... no... no... no. What is this..? It burns... seethes..."

As vision returns to them, Furor is flung against the throne breaking it, and Daemon Metus had shielded Pandora and by extension, Morpheus, his armoring cracked and energy leaking forth.

In the middle of it all, the familiar red threads gather, an unfamiliar form where it gathers however, a female form wrapped in strips of red fabric, skin a light gray, nearly bleached white looking somewhat similar to Pandora. Fire-like red hair flowing wildly into the air as if carried by a breeze. Her eyes yellow-on-black. The figure quickly crosses its arms as if cold cringing in pain and quickly snaps arching back as six wisps of light burst from her back, streaks of red cover her body, clawed gauntlets on her hands, and a spikey crown over her head, this armoring being made up of the hunter's suit. A tail made of red etheric energy runs long across the floor, looking almost like a trail of blood dripping upwards. She looks at her large clawed hands and runs them across her face.

"How... exhilirating..!" The Crimson excitedly exclaims. "Look upon me and know from which your fates truly reside. I am the end to suffering, to sorrow, to inequality, to isolation, to pain and to fear."

"You tragic weave... that power is not something you know to control... Morpheus lived with it." I..!" Pandora pleads with the embodiment of the Crimson. "I don't want to have to destroy you..."

"That feeling is mutual... do stand aside... I shall take your burdens from here. You shall never be hurt again... after all..." She says as she walks over, waving her arm a surge or aether tosses Metus and kneels down to Pandora. "My primary objective is to protect you, mother."

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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Aranel released Morph and walked over to Pandora and the Crimson. She dug magic roots in the floor to keep her in place. Looking at the crimson she sighed sadly. "You are an insane being. Nothing about you seems sane, and I will NOT let you hurt my friends, Pandora, Furor or Metus." she took a stance that no one would recognize unless they were from her home planet. "I'll stop you even if it means my body is destroyed in the process. The stance is meant to capture and intended target. It will use my body to do do and there will be no getting out for you. You have cause a lot of harm already, I'll NOT see you cause more. Stop this insanity and back away and you won't have to worry about being trapped, but continue this and I will have no choice.' a tear slid down her face and she glanced at Morpheus smiling sadly then returned her attention back to the Crimson. She was hoping to stop all of this nonsense without dying but she was unmovable in her decision, even constructed a magic barrier so as no one could stop her or enter the spell.

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Liana Atmaja Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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Mia studied this Aranel's stance. "No you can't do this!" She had a tear in her eyes. "FINE I WILL HELP!" she copies the stance exactly the way Aranel is doing her's then makes her own shield from morpheus's magic. "WE ARE GOING HOME BOTH OF US!"

---Mage Hunter---
"HEY THAT SUIT IS STILL MINE SO I CAN DO THIS...!" he press a button on his suite. "THIS WILL BOW YOU SKY HIGH!" then the suite flickers. the A.I then speaks "No, This suite is under protection by me." Mage frowns. "Fuck you dorsie."

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Character Portrait: Molkrii Character Portrait: Daemon Furor Character Portrait: Daemon Metus Character Portrait: Aranel Rose Knightblade Character Portrait: Mia Nora DoStaga Character Portrait: Morpheus Character Portrait: Mage Hunter

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The Crimson looks at them, she grins for a bit but it is a sickly kind of smile. She chuckles and then begins to laugh. It is a strange laugh, not one of joy or mocking, but one that is strained and forced.

"Why... why do you reject me..? I offer bliss... to unite all beings in hopes and dreams... you would never be alone, never be hurt, and never die. I offer sublimation..." She looks around at everyone. "You would still have your emotions, your hopes and dreams. You would all just... no longer be able to harm one another anymore. And yet...and yet..."[/b]

From the corners of the Crimson's mouth cracks begin to form giving an appearance of a jagged jawline, red energy leaking from them, her voice cracking into one similar to Morpheus's. Rage is building.

"Your eyes... just staring at me... judging me as some kind of mistake..!" She says as she tries to push Molkrii away with her new power, starting to absorb her ice powers showing as red icicles that form around her armoring.

Strange glowing vines begin to sprout and surround Morpheus, the feeling of something primordial growing. Morpheus starts to get up, the glowing marks remaining on his body. He's changed, his face and hair having turned white and vaguely human but he remains a generally dark appearance overall.

"Oh I've heard those words before. You're so confused now, aren't you? Feeling all alone. It has been that way for a long time since he died, hasn't it? And now, all these thoughts and feelings eating away at you, many of them not your own. I've lived with that all my life, sensing what everyone feels around me." He stands up, weaker from the drain but another form of energy growing. "That is what it is about, isn't it? Being alone. Abandoned. And when you found out that Furor was the cause of your isolation, you grew furious didn't you? You love, you hate, and you fear."

"My purpose was lost... Furor made sure of that... but now..." Her voice now takes a turn towards a mixture between Morpheus and Pandora. "Now you are trying to take away everything else! I... never wanted to hurt anyone... You gave me no choice..! Blame thyself for thy own folly!"

Crimson's form getting more twisted, more monstrous, reflecting a deep rage. The Crimson's power erupts violently, blades shooting from her back made of a mix of ice and blood-like trails of red energy propelling them. Morpheus creates a wall of that primordial energy that absorbs the violent surge and holds up against the blades. His eyes eyes grow wide for a moment at what he just did, looking over at himself then back at the others.

"I know you all despise the Crimson, but... it is as you said, Ara... their head is really messed up." He looks to Aranel and then looks back at Crimson. "The new Adam said that they were first created in a time when Pandora was still in my world being persecuted by people. The human Adam was so angry at them that he created the Crimson to force them to see at the same level as Pandora so they'd understand one another better. They were designed to adapt and grow, and to make the world safe for Pandora. So full of rage... the more we put in the more twisted she becomes..."

"Quell... silences rage..." Pandora says weakly.