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El-Elyon

"...I've watched since the beginning." - One of the myriad number of Deities that watch over the twelve Universes.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vejisama

Description

El-Elyon is brilliant white in skin tone, wearing armor upon his body in certain area's. His height is mind-staggering at Fourteen feet.
His body is in pristine condition, and holds not a single blemish of any sort.


I am the creator. The beginning, and the end...

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Personality

El-Elyon is stoic, and serious. He is bland, and simply to the point.

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El-Elyon has not a single piece of equipment. He is a Deity. All he needs is at his fingertips.

History

Within the realms, a magnificent entity of the twelfth Universe came into existence. Using his vast might, he established the vast Universe that sprawled without end. His omnipotence flourished upon creation, and his merciless need for balance left the realm strewn with chaos time and time again, only for him to lift his hands and bring about creation yet again. Whereas the rest of the realms possess a creator and a destroyer, he serves as both within this Universe.

So begins...

El-Elyon's Story

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El-Elyon appears in a blinding flash amidst the patron's of Gambit's bar. Looking about, his cool teal eyes, unblinking, rest upon the door. For a moment, they linger, before scanning across the bar once again.

Standing at fourteen feet, he was a colossal mammoth of a being. A massive build made him seem somewhat of a titan, and yet he was rather gentle. He was a deity. A grand deity. Thee deity. The one who made, and took away; inferior to only one. Thee God. He interfered not in the affairs of mortals...until this day. He brought forth a warning. A warning of such severity that it was essentially the difference between ultimate destruction, and serenity in the near distant future.

"...Where, where to begin. I must find one to speak with...immediately." He states, his voice a slight muffle from beneath his immaculate armor's helmet.

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El-Elyon found himself staring into the eyes of one Alexia. Not so much familiar with her as she was, obviously, with him, he simply narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I sense you are, as well, a Deity. One of power, I assume?" He begins, before divulging all needed information from her on a whim. "Once loyal to the everlasting torment known as hell?" He adds. "Daughter of a rather proud, yet foolishly dense, Saiyan?" He continues, and stops.

"I am not interfering, in a sense. I come with a warning. Then again, why are you here? And not where you belong? Who are you to judge, let alone speak to me as such?" He states, his voice growing rather icy at the end.

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El-Elyon was not one for small talk, at all. He merely listened rather quickly, before nearly cutting her off. But, she'd finally spoken the words he was interested in.

"Destiny. Fate. The same you could call it. But, yes, there is something coming about that I did not even plan. Something that has broken the rules, you could say. I have been aware of Kazura and Majin, and have not interfered in that...as, well, things must go there course. They are not deemed that big of a threat, as they can easily be taken care of... surprisingly easy, but you must find that out yourself." He states.

"But, onto the rather terrible warning I have to give. You are aware of whom the Chusshin's are? Are you not?" He inquires.

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El-Elyon finds himself needing to explain the entire history now. Though a partially long story; it was rather crucial for her to know.

"Hm, you are slightly ahead of yourself, dear." He begins, and then stunningly takes a knee to explain.

"There was once several gods beneath me that myself, and he, established. I am merely the one to keep balance, and watch over. Beneath me, there were several. Thirteen of these sub-deities chose to...well, cross the others. Unfortunately, I was unable to interfere in even this, as it was expected to happen by him. These thirteen rose up to great power, and forged armor, and powerful blades. Using their power, they essentially drove the rest beneath them. They then assumed complete control, and as much as I still wished to interfere, I was disallowed. This became a time of Dark Ages, one could put it. They struck fear into the mortal realms, and the universes." He explained, before shifting knee's.

"These blades they forged. They were comprised of the most powerful alloy's known to existence, and then were topped of with a single, created, alloy by them known as Xenon. It was the alloy that granted the blades such power, and density, allowing them to only be destroyed by another blade of the type. Xenon can only destroy Xenon." He states.

"But, after a time, they grew jealous of one another. This envy grew to inexplicable bounds, and eventually, they sought each others heads. They all fell to one another, but established a safe-guard. In their deaths, they sealed their souls into the blades, and vowed that some day, under the circumstances that powerful warriors came upon their blades, that they would be resurrected through that warrior." He finishes.

"...That time is now, child." he states, rather serious now.

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El-Elyon slowly nods.

"Yes, that is why I am here. I am bringing this warning that, within a few days time, if not even shorter, they will have drawn enough power from those who've held them to break their seals. The only thing more terrifying, is the power they are pulling. They will be different than before. Perhaps even more powerful. In the beginning, they would have been simply as powerful as you. With the power they have pulled, instead of you being able to singlehandedly erase them, it will take the effort of all of you to stop them, if not...more..." He trails off.

"I cannot help you, but I know of one whom can..." he then adds. And with that moment, he bestowed upon her a blade that appeared within his hand.

"...A Chusshin whom, surprisingly, sealed himself away long ago. Once the fall of the Thirteen darks; he was the one light who rose to power after their fall. Breaking away from the rest who'd been oppressed, he sealed himself away for precisely this time. He was a brilliant Deity." He states, handing her Densetsussaiga.

"But only call him forth when the rest awaken..." He finishes, before sighing once again. "As terrible as I feel for you, yes, you will need to attempt to ally yourselves with Kazura and Majin. It will take all of you, and I do mean all of you." He states.

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El-Elyon shook his head softly.

"There are several ways you can ally with them. I suggest you attempt to make peace though, for if any one attempts to overtake the Chusshin's alone, they will fall." He states seriously. "My advice to you, is simply relay them the message any way possible...that they are faced with beings more powerful than they. Warn them that if they do not ally, their dreams will not be realized, for the Chusshin's will accomplish it before them." He states, nodding.

"To awaken Densetsu, You will need to fuel him power from every warrior in your group. He will need to be strong. Stronger than the Chusshin's, if you understand me." he states.

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El-Elyon leans forth slightly.

"Only Densetsu is capable of this feat, for his is the Light Chusshin. And by growing stronger, I mean more capable of defeating the Dark's. He will only have a slight more amount of power, for he has already fed from myself. That is..." He suddenly whispers, "...My interference." He states rather softly. "Though he already knows, I wish not to speak of it any longer."

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El-Elyon nods, before standing to his immense height once again. Turning, his eyes narrow slightly.

"It is already happening. You must hurry. I must leave now..." He states, beginning to vanish.

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"I have watched him over the years. I, even as a Deity, fear his growth. He brings desolation; disturbing the balance we have strove to keep. He is an unhinged creature of remarkable might. And, now, he has achieved a position akin to that of our own might. At this very moment, he seeks dissolution of the realms. Utter calamity and discord. He means to merge that of the Demon Realm, Hell, and the Mortal verses. Should such a thing come to pass, I fear we'll be no match, even as the force incarnates we are..."

"Then, perhaps it is in our benefit, at this moment, he steps through Ianua Aeternitatis. We all shall have time to prepare. But do not take such a thing lightly. It has been eon's since we faced a threat that urged more than the originating realms Deities to intervene; and this shall be the first that calls for them all. Though we do not, I suggest you pray that whatever realm he has abandoned this one for has a sufficient means to handle him..."


Enshrouded within the brilliance of the gateway, a figure garbed in obsidian, swallowed whole, crossed the threshold of eternity; time and space warping around his silhouette as he became naught. Spewed forth in a violent manner, tempest winds of ill origin sweeping at his shroud, he came to clatter onto his feet upon a crippled building top. Before him lay the remnants of what appeared to be a city, torn in all its once magnificent glory, it stood as a testament of ill will and cataclysm envisioned. Years of wear and elements had left it a mundane, bland, near colorless, sight for eyes. Grandiloquent, statuesque, buildings wilted, and teetered, in the distance, even from his own lofty perch, as he collected himself, vermilion jewels full of spite peering from corner to corner. Lids falling shut, a deep breath from beneath the cowl that hid his face brought him understanding. The scent of lingering decay, age old death, and an under stench of trepidation struck him. His senses branched out, bringing him understanding. This was not one of the twelve other realms. This was that anomaly he constantly found himself coming across, time and time again. Though he had efficient means of entering this realm, it was not of his own choosing this time. But, rather it instead, could it have been fate, perchance? Or were the Deities of the twelve realms meddling? It didn't matter. If he was to be here for now, he'd make do with his previous plans. Perhaps he could port such a machination over to here as well.

"So, this infested pit again. There has never been anything of interest here. Only frustration, and abhorrent nuisance embodied. Though, if I am here, I may as well resume where I left off. Perchance twist things into further favor. Conquering such a vast collection of pitiful planets afflicted with the plague of dissonance of mortals and immortals alike is hardly a plausible consideration. Instead, I may as well treat it like several of the other realms. Breed chaos and discord. Bring them cataclysmic torment. Tear the realm asunder as if it were but a cheap piece of cloth."


As he stood, eyes narrowed in concentrated thought, a single hand arose as a swirling vermilion miasma sporadically sprung to life around it. Within it, blots of opaque shade whirled and festered, bubbling beneath the veil of crimson malice that was his very power. He'd grown over time. He'd achieved the pinnacle of his existence. And now he was free to do with it as he wished. Bringing this realm to its very knee's would be something of vast enjoyment in light of his inability to conquer it as his own. It hardly mattered, at this point. The realm he'd left would soon feel his wrath. His judgement. He only strove to have one. The rest could wither and rot. There only needed to be one. And to leave the others in irrefutable, inconceivable, disrepair would suit him well.

The obvious obstacle he faced was the method of reaching such a thing. To his knowledge, there was no Eternal Dragon here. No methods of calling upon a wish to be granted. But, certainly, there were those who held knowledge of beings capable of...learning such things. Beings that held the capability to perhaps bring such utter ruination without having to request a granted desire. Perhaps the remnants of Legion still lingered. He could use them to his just needs, and wants, as he had before. And from there, he would be capable of bringing forth the torment he so wished to cause.

"Hatchet. Kianna. I shall start with those two. And then I shall work on the manners as to how to bring the realm into disarray. I am aware that Hell should be an existing place in this realm. The Demon Realm, though, I am unsure of. But, if my memory serves me correctly. I believe the Titan Maleficus had a realm all his own; one that vomited forth torrents of cacophonous screams and exuded nothing but misery. Perhaps that shall suffice instead. I'm sure it would breed a delightful nightmare for the many who live here, to be forever shrouded in darkness with flames licking at their skin around every corner."


The more he pondered, the larger the ravenous sneer of malevolence upon his face grew. Spinning on his heel, he turned to face the opposite direction, noting even further desolation in the distance. How unfortunate his unfamiliarity with these lands that he'd know not what direction to head in to find those two. Narrowing his lids, his brows furrowing, he spun yet again to face the ruined city skyline before him. News did travel in this realm; rather swiftly at that. Perhaps a show of his omnipotence would bring the warranted attention he needed. Unfurling his arms, both hands strewn out at his sides, his fingers uncoiled, the broiling, bubbling, miasma leaching into the air with unadulterated potency. The looming pressure soon became apparent, his feet submerging into the concrete and steel beams beneath him; leaving a vast number of fissures to branch out in all directions. The sky above, clouds blanketing the vast wasteland around him, began to fester, static flickering among the heavens as he summoned forth his limitless might. A swirling vortex of mist ridden clouds began to swirl above, his eyes bleeding crimson as the miasma clinging to his figure began to expand, a vicious burst of energy radiating around him. And as his might continued to soar, so did the ground beneath begin to tremble, buildings quivering under his presence. The sky cried out in vehement rage, crashing thunder and searing lightning hissing out in disdain. A teetering monolith in the distance soon crumbled beneath the vicious pressure, toppling over into another and that one into yet another scattering ashen decay years old into the winds of heinous discord. As the looming cloud of disturbance rose did he catch from his eyes the scattering of peasants and homeless below. A dead city with lifeless maggots that had no where else to go. Fitting. A land of opportunity plagued with those unfortunate enough to be helpless in reaching for such lofty sanctuary.

His sneer now a wicked grin of satisfaction, he rose from his place, ascending upward until he loomed above them all. A simple hand, finger trained, swept in a diagonal arc before him, loosing forth searing beams of death upon those who he found targets. One by one they fell in droves before his opposite hand swung outward, releasing a swelled sphere of savagery. As it pierced a solemn giant yet toppled, it strew about shards of glass and concrete, steel beams clattering along with, unto the poor victims below. And as the sphere continued to swell, it fell upon solid ground with an ear shattering, resounding, explosion that left a vast portion of the already desolate city nothing but a crater. His muse now waning brought him to lower himself upon a still standing building remnant. Concealing his vast power once again, though the skies still bled crimson, he found an interesting revelation strike. Would she still be capable of hearing him? He knew her well, from her signature down to her putrid stench.

"Kianna...I wonder what it would take to pique your interest, once more, after all this time passed..."


It had been a vast amount of time since his last encounter with the woman. And surely she'd all but forgotten about him, Legion surely falling apart in his absence, unless one had taken it upon themselves to keep the project running. He wouldn't know either way until he made his way back. Regardless, he'd do as he intended. Revive the project. Sway those under his original cause to the next, and even then, perhaps they'd find some interest in spoils left over, should they not find themselves haunted and tormented by the dissolution of the realms integrity. And even then, he didn't care. They were all tools of war. And war was something he loved to spark.