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Hatoresu

The Heartless are the physical manifestations of the darkness within peoples hearts. They are creatures without hearts and emotions that hunger for the hearts of others.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by TheNoremac42

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The Spawn and servants under the malicious command of the Dark Emperor Erebuz. They are darkness given life, hate given steel, and rage given teeth to rend the fabric of Existence. Their goal is utter and complete destruction.

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Ansem's Reports

Much of my life has been dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge.
That knowledge has guarded this world well. Not a soul doubts that.
I am blessed with people's smiles and respect. But though I am called a sage, there are things I do not understand.
I believe darkness sleeps in every heart, no matter how pure. Given the chance, the smallest drop can spread and swallow the heart. I have witnessed it many times.
Darkness...Darkness of the heart. How is it born?
How does it come to affect us so?
As ruler of this world, I must find the answers. I must find them before the world is lost to those taken by the darkness.
It is my duty to expose what this darkness really is. I shall conduct the following experiments:

  • Extract the darkness from a person's heart.
  • Cultivate darkness in a pure heart.
  • Both suppress and amplify the darkness within.

The experiments caused the test subject's heart to collapse, including those of the most stalwart. How fragile our hearts are! My treatment produced no signs of recovery. I confined those who had completely lost their hearts beneath the castle.
Some time later, I went below and was greeted by the strangest sight. Creatures that seemed born of darkness...What are they? Are they truly sentient beings? Could they be the shadows of those who lost their hearts in my experiments?
The shadows that crawl beneath the castle... Are they the people who lost their hearts, or incarnations of darkness? Or something entirely beyond my imagination?
All my knowledge has provided no answer. One thing I am sure of is that they are entirely devoid of emotion. Perhaps further study will unlock the mysteries of the heart.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of test samples. They are multiplying underground even as I write this report. They still need a name. Those who lack hearts... I will call them the Heartless.
The Heartless appear in groups, and are multiplying rapidly. I've provided them both living and nonliving samples. They've responded only to the living. They seem to multiply after absorbing something from the living creatures. Their prey vanishes without a trace.
I believe the Heartless are taking hearts. They are born from those who've lost their hearts, and thrive on hearts seized from others. The hearts taken by the Heartless become Heartless themselves.
Though I lack proof, I am confident in this hypothesis. I must also study their behavioral principles. Though they lack emotions, they do seem to have some intelligence. How to communicate with them?
It's just occurred to me: Could they be the darkness in people's hearts?
To study the Heartless behavior, I picked one out for observation. It wiggled its antennae and, as if sensing a target, headed deep into the castle. In the deepest part of the castle, its antennae began vibrating, as if searching for something. Suddenly, a strange door appeared. I'd never known of its existence.
It had a large keyhole, but didn't seem to be locked. So I opened the door. What I saw on the other side mystified me. What was that powerful mass of energy? That night I observed a great meteor shower in the sky. Could it be related to the door that I have opened?
A massive core of energy lay beyond the door sought by the Heartless. It may be the ultimate goal of the Heartless. But what is that energy? I have devised a hypothesis, based upon my observations of the Heartless.
The Heartless feed on other's hearts, and they yearn for that energy core. That thing beyond the door must be a heart, too--the heart of this world. There is no proof, but, having felt that immense energy, I am certain. That was the heart of the world.
The Heartless are trying to take hearts not only from all living creatures, but from the planet itself. But what do they mean to do with the heart of the world?
There is no doubt that the Heartless are deeply connected to the people's hearts. Further study may unravel both their motivations and the mysteries shrouding the heart.
As a start, I have built a device that artificially creates Heartless. By recreating the conditions that spawn the Heartless naturally, I should be able to produce them artificially. This device is the culmination of all my research thus far. The machine's test run successfully created a Heartless.
This may be a step toward creating a heart from nothing. The artificially and naturally created Heartless showed nearly identical traits. But the two types remain distinct for the purpose of the experiment. So, I will mark the ones that are created artificially.
Just as people have hearts, so do worlds. The same can be said of stars in the night sky. And deep within each world lies a door to its heart. The Heartless desire those hearts. Born out of darkness in people's hearts, they seek to return to a greater heart.
Yes that's it. The Heartless come from people's hearts, as does the darkness. Is the core of the world's heart the world of the Heartless? I will pursue the answer there and become all knowing.
I have transcended to an existence of only the heart. I should have come back as a Heartless, but there is no sign of such a transformation.
My body has surely perished. However, I am different from the other Heartless, keeping the memories of before, and I have not taken on the form of a Heartless.
It is evident that there are still many things to be studied.
In order to cross over to the dark realm, which is not this world, you must go beyond the door of Kingdom Hearts, the heart of all worlds.
The core connected to the world's heart, the place that will take me to the world of darkness. (I will record the details in another report...)
There are still so many unknown worlds.
The Realm of the Present...The Realm of darkness. The Realm of light.
And, the Realm Between.
In which one will I find sanctuary?

So begins...

Hatoresu's Story

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As the patrons of the infamous bar conversed or bickered amongst themselves, a puddle of darkness materialized on the floorboards. It gurgled and churned like black sludge mixed with eerie purple energy. Tendrils of smoke snaked from the writhing shadows.

From darkness emerged a small shape. The creature was formed from the raw darkness - a living shadow. It was hunched over on its two tendril-like feet. Two clawed hands convulsed at its sides as beady yellow eyes scanned the room. Antennae swayed with the over-sized head.

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The Shadow glanced towards the arguing group. It peered into their beings - into their souls and hearts. Their darkness and light were clear upon the creature's senses like tuna to a cat. A claw twitched. It could smell their hearts! Oh how badly the measly shadow wanted to pounce on its prey and devoured what it craved.

It's featureless head twitched before scanning the room again. The shadow kneeled on the floorboards and melted into them. Now it was but a simple two-dimensional shadow skittering across the floor. In this form, it could neither harm nor be harmed - but that still did not make it safe.

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After seeing what it needed to see, the Shadow vanished in a puff and gurgle of smoke and darkness. Would it return? Likely. Would it be alone? Likely not.

The Heartless have laid their eyes upon a new world.

The setting changes from gambits-bar to Hell

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Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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As the young woman made her way through the upper rings of Hell, a host of curious beady eyes observed her with mild interest. Ghostly yellow eyes materialized in the shadows behind her. A faint skittering of whispers and clicking of claws echoed from the darkness as they watched the new resident.

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Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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She felt eyes on her through the sheer linen as she shuffled along the dark corridors. They seemed to slowly wind either left or right, the walker never realizing the shift of pitch until they were peering around curved walls. This unsettled Ophelie greatly. She pulled the fabric closer as whispers rushed past, picking up the pace. The skittering of claws, she walked even quicker.

Every now and again Ophelie would pass another form in sheer linen, but there was something different about them. They weren't fully there, as if someone had turned out their light. The young woman shivered again with fear as the whispering and claw clicking grew louder.

"Oh!" Ophelie had made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder. There floated golden orbs that peered into her very soul. It was then Ophelie began to run.

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Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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The eyes continued to multiply. They stared at the girl, unblinking and without emotion. Puddles of black slime gurgled to life across the ground. Short black antennae, round black heads, and more beading yellow eyes lifted from the sludge as short clawed arms raked the dead earth. The creatures stood little higher than the woman's knees, but they emerged in masses. Most of them collapsed into the ground, becoming living shadows that clung to her every move.

The setting changes from hell to The Vestibule (The Indifferent)

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Character Portrait: Sirad Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Alana Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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The eyes, they had returned. There were more of them and they didn't stop staring. She gasped, already afraid, running with her bare feet slapping the ground. Was it wet? Was it sticky? A sickly feeling overcame her as the texture beneath her toes felt familiarly like human blood.

Or was it shadow sludge itself? She continued to run, sparing a glance over her shoulder to see...Ants? Her breath caught in her throat. Large, yellow eyed, ant like beings. They collapsed forward and became shadows flickering over her.

Ophelie screamed, running through the fogs, faster, faster, until she couldn't feel her own raw feet bleeding as they carried her deeper into Hell.

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Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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The shadows continued to swarm, materializing from various portals of darkness. There were other figures in the fog, but each seemed worlds away from the girl. This did not stop the shadows, however. They swarmed from the shadowy vortexes of purple, black, and blue, and attacked indiscriminately. What few lost souls were aware of the creatures and defended themselves were quickly buried beneath their masses. When the shadows moved on, the souls lied writhing in the dust, covered in swirling darkness.

As the lost souls convulsed on the ground, their bodies morphed and mutated. Dark skeletal wings sprouted from their backs as a hole melted into the center of their torso. Slowly, painfully, they rose to their knees and began to crawl deeper into the circles.

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Character Portrait: Ophelie Bistreo Character Portrait: Alana Character Portrait: Hatoresu

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#, as written by Varden
The guardian, the great warden turned only momentarily to the shadows as they spread. To her eyes the blackness did not shadow hell any more than it had been before and so she turned away and to the girl, Ophelie who ran and would find herself stuck on the shores of Ascheron and unable to descend deeper into hell unless she beg passage from the boatman or found another way across. "By other ways, by other means of passage, you will cross to the shore: a quicker boat must carry you." It was Charon who was the boatman. He had told Alana to depart from those who were dead and find other ways.

"Charon, do not vex least you regret it forever more: it is willed there, where what is willed is done: ask no more.", Alana said to both quell and threaten him into submission. Charon stared with hate and bore into her with eyes surrounded by wheels of flame but he was stilled and Alana boarded the vessel. It was then that Alana turned to Ophelie. "Come child. There is naught but one way and it is across this marsh and down into the lower layers."

The setting changes from the-vestibule to Wrath (Ira) - Fifth Circle

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy

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The darkness of the Abyss swelled across the realm as Erebuz growled in fury at the prince. His form vanished in a cloud of smoke and rematerialized before Leviathan. The Emperor's shadowy avatar towered from its previous stature. His eyes, which drilled into the demon, burned hotter than the Plegethon or a hundred quasars, and were darker than the emptiest corner of the Void. Two black feathered wings unfurled from the cosmic being, casting a suffocating shadow over the Fifth Circle. Black tar-like sludge bubbled from the swampy waters. It writhed, churned, and swallowed the souls that were unfortunate enough to be caught in the grasp of the living darkness. When they emerged, the souls were horribly mutated husks of shadow, agony, rage, and hunger.

"You are powerful, Leviathan," The Emperor glared down at the prince, "I do not doubt that... but to me you are little more than an ornery child - nay, an insect! You may have broken the gates of the Blessed Realm, but I have laid waste to more incarnations of Heaven than days you have spent marinating in this cesspool like a worm! Do you honestly believe that Hellgate of yours will stand for another moon? Once they finish licking their wounds they will tear it down - if not present a counter attack. You cannot completely destroy their kingdom through direct assault alone... You must bring it down from the inside. We must divide them through deceit, and their internal conflict will tear them apart! I have the power to reopen your realm if you so desire. I have legions that can either swarm your realm like ants or bolster your armies in whatever endeavor you so incline..."

"You do not have to enjoy working with or even give the other so-called princes your loyalty." he continued. "I merely ask for your cooperation if one of them refuses to acknowledge our superiority over their pathetic excuse for kingdoms... I have a plan, Leviathan - one that has worked countless times before. When we're done, the Creator will ask us to destroy both the Mortal and Blessed Realms!" Erebuz sneered. "You are powerful and smart, Lord of Envy. Do not be unwise and refuse this partnership."

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Character Portrait: Baelin Alshadow Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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A shrouded figure stood silently on a short mesa away from the encampment. His face was concealed beneath a dark hood that revealed only the faint glimmer of two pale eyes. The figure's gloved hands were folded behind his back. He observed the bustling encampment with an intrigued passiveness.

"It appears we have guests..." Baelin said. A puddle of darkness bubbled beside him. It coalesced into a small creature that only reached his knees. The creature was hunched over on two tendril-like feet. Two clawed hands clenched erratically at its sides as beady yellow eyes looked up at Baelin with childlike curiosity.

"I will inform the Master." Baelin continued. The shadow's antennae twitched at his words. "Gather your siblings and organize a welcoming party for them. Try to get to know our new neighbors..."

The shadow chirped before vanishing in a puff of smoke and inky darkness. Baelin's face shifted into an ominous smile as a portal, a swirling mass of purple and black energies, materialized behind him. He stepped back into the portal and it collapsed.

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Character Portrait: Baelin Alshadow Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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#, as written by Lobos
To invade on a realm not your own was arrogance. To invade on a realm and think that you could remain without being noticed was ignorance, and foolish.

The Lord of the Ira level was indeed aware of this incursion, indeed, the Circle of Wrath itself was a poor place to settle, if one wished to remain hidden. For in addition to the population of the circle, the ever warring sinners of wrath constantly fighting in the muck, the depressed lurked beneath the murky waters that filled the circle, and their eyes were all too open. Indeed, it was little time at all before the ruler of this section of Hell was made aware and actively watching his interlopers.

His form was massive, yet passed unseen, deep within the lake formed from the Styx that flooded his realm. Leviathan, the monstrous Demon Prince of Envy, thought on this event, and elected merely to wait.

He would allow these fools to enter his domain. He would allow them to think it ripe for the taking, absent a master. But when they had entered his lair and found themselves immersed...

He would end them.

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Character Portrait: Baelin Alshadow Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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The orb would shiver in a sense, and gold energy would pulse from it, "Master Aeson, they've made their presence. One is horrifically powerful, and the other, it is hard to fully feel. Maybe you should begin figuring out how to open that Void from the other location?"

The Arachnid with soldiers had taken off into the depths of the murky land, out to discover new paths and section surrounding this Hell. Yes, they were loaded with a highly destructive missiles and soldiers, but even they knew, in Hell, there was always something bigger and badder than them.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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Dark whispers drifted through the air as the mortals tread further into the realm. Voices, dripping with hate and malice, sowed the seeds of despair, betrayal, paranoia, and madness within the hearts and minds that yielded to their sensual touch. Thousands of sickly yellow eyes materialized in the constricting darkness. The skittering of claws and pattering of feet resonated with a dull echo through the dense fog.

Then they were upon them.

The shadows lashed out at the soldiers. Black hands adorned with razor-sharp claws stretched out from the ground and slashed at legs, tank treads, and whatever they could reach. They crawled out of the darkness and swarmed the mortals like ants. Though their stature and strength were little more than that of children, and they attacked with the cunning of mindless beasts, their numbers were like a flood - and they fought with the agility of enraged bobcats. Periodically they would collapse into flat shadows and lash out again from behind their targets.

"What curious insects wander into the spider's web?" whispered a voice amidst the darkness. "What brave and foolish sheep venture into the wolf's den? Come forth, mortals, and amuse me with your finite struggles for dominance. Conquer the darkness within yourselves, survive the horrors of Wrath, and come before the gates of the City of the Damned. I will show you true power."

A humanoid shape rose from the flood of shadowlings. Its muscular body was covered in a smoking coal black skin. Two pairs of small azure wings, one on its back and another on its arms, and a pair of purple-and-black fiery orbs beneath its feet, held the being aloft above the masses. The being's torso was marred by a jagged hole that went straight through its chest where its heart once was. A long bladed tail swished behind it while its hands gripped an enormous scalloped blue-bladed sword covered in runes. Long horns protruded from the top of the being's head while glowing yellow eyes glared down at the soldiers with cold calculating fury before it charged at the closest soldier with a vicious sweep of its sword.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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Aeson who was still hovering as the shadow abominations appeared and began their assault on the troops currently in the encampment. He did not know of the scouting team or of any others that may be affected by this but it did put confusion into the men. He took his time to lower once more to the ground to be standing his staff still held in the air. His foot kicked away one of the small shadow creatures swiftly before slamming the butt end of the staff on the ground. A white flash flared out as white flames flashed out in a three hundred sixty degree circle pulsing over the encampment. It left his troops unharmed but licked at the shadows with intensity.

The man turned to face the other creature that was slaughtering one of the troops or in the process of it. Aeson swiftly raised his hand the magic circle with a twelve inch diameter appeared in front of his outstretched palm. a beam of solid white light shot out with a blue helix twisting around them. The blast intended to pierce the dark of this being and then bind the man with the helix of blue energy. The shot was considerably fast with no need for an incantation or hand movements as Aeson had accepted this new power.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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#, as written by Lobos
As one, the warring damned within the demesne of Ira faltered in their combat, silence descending over them like a veil as they turned towards the scene caused by the interlopers. The multitude of eyes that now fell on them was legion, tens, hundreds of millions of condemned sinners bowing to the will of the Lord Leviathan. The pressure of such a regard was...

Unsettling. Vast.

And the speed it was executed was appalling. The wrathful, the victims alike. Figures ankle, knee, waist, chest, and neck deep in the foul waters of the Circle, compelled as one by a force that could exert its will over such a number. And that figure began to make himself known, a boiling turbulence in the water as the entity rose from the depths of the mire. At first, the spines and spires of his form broke the churning muck like blades, horns breaching the surface as liquid steamed from their surfaces, boiling away from the raw power of this demon rising. His thickly muscled, armored body heaved as he strode from the darkness below, glyphs of blasphemy and sin etched into his flesh like badges of honor, a palpable gravitas of malevolence and raw evil streaming from him like a descending pressure. His torso and foremost portion was unexpectedly mundane, little more than human with daemonic features, yet as he came forward, his mammoth figure rose ever higher, the centaurian features and the hellish heads of this beast of Hell came into view, eyes glowing like lambent hellfyre, smoke and brimstone roiling from slowly panting, fanged maws like airborne poison.

Claws that could splay across a truck rose and slashed into the water, the scale of this beast, this Leviathan was simply...titanic. Rising to a height of nearly twelve meters, the end of his bladed, fell tail slashing through the water nearly thirty meters back, the master of this circle, the Prince of Envy, towered like a nightmare come to life. As the waters of the Styx dripped from his form, his aura, his presence, merely grew until it was like a choking weight falling on to the shoulders, the condemned of his domain moaning and bowing to his dark majesty. In his right hand, he held a blade fully nine meters in length, burning with an essence of raw destruction that seemed to burn the toxic air around it, its edges flickering with a wickedly chaotic dark fire. His legions of lessers boiled in the lakes around him, clinging to the rotted spires that pierced the ocean of his circle. Envy had been unveiled, and Wrath was assembled.

A sneer curled his lip, giving way to a brutal smirk as he looked down upon these fools who stood in the heart of his kingdom. His voice sounded like the thunder of an earthquake, deeply reverberating to be felt in the bones as audibly as it was heard with the earths, echoing across the circle and beyond like muted thunder.

"Of all of Hell, you choose the Circle that was barred. The domain of Wrath, of the risen anger of the damned. My kingdom, my estate. Leviathan greets you, ambitious mortals. Envy incarnate looks upon you now, and judges."

"You have been found wanting." The sword rose in his hand, the blade Mortalis Fatum, Mortal Doom in the common tongue. It burned like an umbral star, it's shadowy radiance flaring with titanic brilliance before he swept it in a broad arch for the ridge under their feet, power blossoming like a tidal wave of annihilation, an incandescent burst of energy and sin ripped through with chaos. The released crescent moon of power ripped through the air like a hellspawned scythe, striking the base of the island like a god's hammer, chewing through the base and erupting as though a nuclear bomb. The detonation would erupt the solid stone like glass, the blast from expanding hundreds of meters in every direction of swirling daemonic energy unleashed by a Prince of Hell, an original Fallen from the War in Heaven.

The invaders had chosen poorly, to so invade the realm of such a mighty foe. Leviathan's power was absolutely monstrous, and his unleashed power was horrifically the result of a merely casual stroke of his blade.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Lobos Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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Despite being surprised by these black creatures with their shadowy figures, the Demiarchals were quick to respond. Being built of stone, from another mortal realm beyond the mortal realm of this Hell, and lead by beings with power who grasp fear by the neck and rips it's throat out, they would not fall as a fleshly mortal would. There was no sway in their faith to the White Sun. The voices would ring, but they would only fuel faith and why they were there.

The Demiarchals would begin bringing their stones fist, weapons, feet, and anything they could, to the shadowy bodies with a force that would break through a mortal mans rib cage and lift him with a spine curled around their knuckles. This force would easily rip through these shadowy creatures. The damage was kept to a minimal.

One of the Deminaughts would laugh and yell out over the combat, "Do they really think that they could poison us with their cowardly darkness? They might be able to overcome us, but they will never break our faith! Let's fuck these little ugly things up!"

It wasn't too long after these words that a loud sound of steel on stone erupted. From the location of this sound, a light began to glow, growing brighter and brighter. The soldier that had been struck, as will all soldiers who dealt death blows, would emit a bright, golden light, that would grow brighter and brighter as the soldier's body would fracture and fall apart, turning to dust. The light was the light of the White Sun, carrying the soul from the Hell back through the mortal realm, where it could pass to the Demiarch Realm and ascend to the White Sun.

These beings where chaotic, and would do things that a Just Light would not do. This light from the soldiers would glow and cast beams of light across the circle as they ascended, which would definitely put a hurting on the powers of darkness and weaken the land it consisted of. Initially, it wouldn't, but the more Demiarchals destroyed, the brighter the circle would become. Best of all, just as the shadows, the Demiarchal's were pushing through the vortex by this point the the quick efforts of the military communications.

The orb's pulsing, golden glow, was emitting brighter and brighter from the moment the shadowlings made their presence. This energy was emitting a powerful essence of light, very comparable to a Holy Light, but not quite. This light would extend seven feet in all directions of the orb, but at one point it had a higher focus. The orb was a celestial, just as the Leviathan was. This was his battle, as Aeson would handle the other on the ground.

The Leviathan had revealed it's full form, and the orb knew that there was no diplomacy with a being who's evil was a hair shy of Lucipher's. The words that were spoken were of no interest to the orb, knowing that no beast of evil would ever cast full judgement upon it. The beast would swing it's blade, casting out a wave of destruction in the direction of the orb, but it would be cut shy of it's target.

The orb would release a golden beam of this light, burning the darkness, causing it to curl back from the light like withering, curling roots. This beam would strike directly in the center of the Leviathan's attack and explode, matching the Leviathan's attack from tip to tip. This would create an explosion that would give a mighty blow back of energy and winds, sending the murky waters and any small portions of lands into the air.

The orb would keep it's bulk of light surrounding it, ready to unleash another wave of light upon the darkness. Although this orb could not directly attack a mortal being, this creature was no mortal, and was one of the reasons he was in this realm. Dominance was not the goal, Freewill was their goal, and it was to be cast on this realm from the darkest stretches of Hell, to the golden step's of Heaven's Throne.

The orb would speak in an omnipresent voice, "Spawn of Evil, you shall flee this land and your soul shall be no more. The Light of the White Sun is upon you! Fear your fear!"

All the while, the more Demiarchals being killed, the more light would be cast upon the land. This battle was not to be fought with swords and guns, but by the power's of good and evil. The battle had begun, and the weapons of Good and Evil were emerging. This battle was stretching far beyond this circle into the mortal realm, but it was just beginning, and at the front doors of Evil.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Lobos Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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A deep chortle reverberated through the darkness as an immeasurable will narrowed its focus upon the battle that waged upon the prison grounds of the damned. The shadowlings disintegrated with relative ease when struck and their essence retreated into the pools of darkness from whence they came.

"We will snuff out every last light, smother every breath from every mouth, and stop the beating of every heart." the Voice echoed into the minds of the mortals. "You will never escape the darkness. It flocks to you. Always. You forget, sons of Man, that the brighter the light you emit... the darker the shadows you cast!"

And it was so.

As light filled the mire, the shadows grew murkier, thicker, and darker. Bestial roars erupted from the abyssal depths as great orbs of writhing darkness charged at the Demiarchals like cannonballs. The front of the orbs split open like giant toothy maws while the same soulless yellow eyes as the shadowlings burned on their faces. Three thick, black, and blue tentacles sprouted out of the Darkballs' bodies. They teleported across the battlefield and ravaged their foes with vicious bites like oversized bear traps.

Numerous Invisibles charged alongside their more feral cousins with broadswords held high. They would, occasionally, disassemble into a ring of purple and black flames that would surround a target before erupting in dark energy - burning both body and soul.

"Do you feel the darkness around you?" the Voice whispered as the shadow creatures battered at their ranks with ruthless ferocity. "Do you feel it's torturous path through your mouth and your eyes until it eats away inside you...? Tell me how it feels... You bring the light, but it betrays you. It knows you are unworthy of its toxic gleam. At the bottom of the ocean even light must die... Give in to your fear, for hope is an illusion and trust is your weakness..."

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Lobos Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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#, as written by Lobos
"Spawn of Evil, you shall flee this land and your soul shall be no more. The Light of the White Sun is upon you! Fear your fear!"

Slowly at first, as the winds of the collision of powers of energies and their concussive release broiled over him, Leviathan chuckled, then laughed outright, his voice booming through the circle as he howled his amusement at the words addressed to him. "Flee this land? The loss of my soul?"

Leviathan's presence waxed ever greater, churning the waters of his realm and bowing the spines of the damned within it. His very essence was a vast pressure, descending like a mountain upon the air and crushing it down as would a boot step over ants. "Your White Sun hath no hold here in thine realm of the damned, for it was made by He who is greater than thou. He hath cast those of mine into the pit, and the pit was made for us by Him. It is you who hath no hold here, and it is my privilege to teach thine the error of thy's ways."

His thundering voice had grown louder and louder still, and now it was a roar that reverberated through Hell itself, a storm of sound that was itself mighty and dark. "So BOW to the powers of Hell, BEHOLD the might of its Princes, BELIEVE you are as nothing within its boundaries, and BLEED as I, the Prince Leviathan, Lord of Envy and Master of this Circle of Wrath, the level Ira, drive you from our Darkness!"

Rampant power rose around him like a hurricane, torturous energies that shredded water like glass, peeled stone like flesh, hammered air like a mace. It boiled into a blackened sphere that ruptured as the slash of his blade, twisting and snarling like a thing alive as it tore forward with the speed of lightning, thundering a maelstrom of chaos.

Greater than his casual blow of earlier, this wave was as a tidal wave to a ripple in a lake, hundreds of feet in height, thousands in length. Those sinner's souls caught in its path blew apart like statues before unstoppable forces, the very terrain of the Fifth Circle crumbling under the onslaught of its entropic, destructive power. Should it progress unopposed, Leviathan would see all before him rent into ruin, be it consigned damned, his own realm, the shadows that aided in his repulsion, or the invaders that sought to claim what they could never master. And yet he left not to chance, surging forward in its wake, a titan who's eyes flared with brutal wrath, his sword keening a nightmare cry, his beastly head snarling and dripping acid and brimstone from cruel maws, tail lashing geysers as it struck the water in his wake. Power surged from him like toxic walls, virtually solid radiant pulses of his dark power and majesty brought to bear on nothing short of complete and utter decimation of those who dared to stand against him.

...And yet, those damned who had been torn asunder, those that might have been taken from his realm of despair and condemnation, would find themselves reforming in the waters behind him, the chains of the Fifth that lie buried in their irredeemable souls, the sins that consigned them to this eternity of pain proving against the efforts of release into death, or ascension once more into a world of light or of life. Those removed from his realm would fall as broken figures, cracking into dust within their first few steps outside of Ira.

For Leviathan would not relinquish them without a proper exchange.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Lobos Character Portrait: Belphegore Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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#, as written by Marcus
"Behold what has dropped into Hell!"

The Demon Prince of Sloth stood at the fringes of the domain of Leviathan only to smile and grip a wicked mace in hand. Belphegore did not move from his position but new full well that the Prince of Envy could handle his own. These foolish crusaders clearly chose the wrong level of Hell to start out with.

"My lord." A lanky withered corpse of a soul spoke. It's shackled limbs bore the dried blood of countless tortures beyond the simple comprehension of man. "Shall we pull back our forces or do you wish to send aid to the Prince of Envy?"

Belphegore simply shook his head and began to stroke his beard. "No. Allow the mighty Leviathan to destroy the fools. I simply wish to watch for now."

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Lobos Character Portrait: Belphegore Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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The Demiarch encampment in Ira was thriving in a light that stretched from the ground as well as the light being cast from above. The base was becoming engulfed in light, casting no shadow. This would push back the shadows and darkness in the base due to the magic of the Light. It would be devastating to the dark, shadow creatures, allowing them no presence with the circle of light.

As a bonus, the base was acting as a light bulb in the circle of Ira. The light was not just light, but a Holy Light. The light from the Demiarchal's stemmed from the White Sun, where as Aeson's would draw from his source, whether it was the White Sun or just a magic light cast by his own powers. This light would weaken the darkness as it drew closer, and should stray souls of the damned find their way to this light, it would act as a salvation, offering forgiveness. Despite this effect, it was unlikely that the masters of this region would allow a single soul to find forgiveness and to settle their wrath.

"Leviathan, as Lucipher was cast into the fires of Hell, many more shall follow this path. You will see through your wrath one day, and you will realize that you do not control this power, but the power controls you...When you can accept the Light, you shall truly be the master of this Darkness. Until then, you are no more than a pawn to the Darkness...Bow to the White Sun and accept Luciphaeus as your Darkness, and you shall suffer no more..." The orb spoke, offering a salvation in a sense, the Leviathan being the physical creature, but the words targeting the souls that his power consisted of.

The orb's golden energy still reigned around him, and as more light was being pumped out from the base, the more powerful it became. A golden flash emitted, casting a wave of light that spread across what could be considered the 'sky' of Ira. This light would light it up as if it was day, sending a sensation to every poor soul who existed under the control of the Darkness, that they could possibly be free from their torture, and rescued before being cast into the Lake of Fire.

This light was just a quick and powerful explosion, but it was only the sign of what was coming. When the light slammed back into the center from which it erupted, a beam slammed down in the murky depths in front of the orb, placing itself between the Leviathan and the Orb. When this energy collided, it peeled the Darkness back in it's path, tainting the Darkness with Light.

The grounds shook and the light that covered the sky previously had spread across the waters. In the midst of this explosion of Light on the ground, a three-headed, golden fleece, ram, with blue eye's would become present. This creature stood half the height of the Leviathan, but was powerful just the same. This ram would left off a roar that echoed throughout the darkness, causing it to shutter in it's presence.

This ram made no attempt to attack or defend immediately. What was odd, the waters and darkness around it would rest, making no motions. If looked upon, the Leviathan would notice the water around the Ram becoming thicker and red. It was seeping blood into the waters that seemed to place a calm in the environment. Then it made a move with one of it's heads, letting off white light that would explode into a wall of light that would stand before the wave of darkness and it's mighty power that conspired within it that would match the dark energy, defending the base and it's immediate surroundings.

The Leviathan would be matched by the powers of the White Sun, it's light becoming ever so present in Ira and growing. Now the Leviathan would find that it was not the only creature with power in this realm, and unless the Light was cut off, it would keep spreading like a disease in the Darkness.

As the sounds and rubble settled from the explosion of Light and Darkness in the murky waters between the Leviathan and the Ram, the orb would speak, "ALL SOULS WHO WANT TO LIVE AN EVERLASTING LIFE OF PEACE, FIND YOUR WAY INTO THE BLOOD OF THE RAM AND DRINK! YOUR THIRST SHALL BE QUENCHED AND THE LIGHT WILL CARRY YOU HOME! THIS PLACE IS NOT YOUR FINAL HOME, FOR IF YOU THINK YOU SUFFER NOW, YOU WILL FIND THE LAKE OF FIRE WORSE! DRINK FROM THE BLOOD OF THE RAM AND FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE WHITE SUN IN OUR LIGHT!"

The Circle of Wrath would find itself being poisoned by the Light being cast that would continuously grow unless it was cut off. To cut off this light was very possible, but the Darkness would be powered by it's insatiable lust for chaos and destruction, blinding it from the simple task that was becoming a harder task by the moment. If the Darkness in this realm did not open it's eyes, it would fall to the will of the White Sun, and if it did open it's eyes, the Darkness would lose it's puppets, and it would become the puppet of it's prisoners.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Belphegore Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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#, as written by Lobos
Quite without warn, the luminance cast into the Circle seemed to degrade, the illumination of the walls fading until it seemed the realm was as it was prior to these foreign entities had come. What light they shed still diffused into the air, yet the walls, the mire, the surfaces it struck began to darken. A rumble through the ground, a minor quake. Leviathan's form halted his forward momentum suddenly at the sight of the ram and the light it gave. His expression was unreadable.

"Thy hath damned thineselves. These wretches here within Ira already bath in the lake of fire, damned forevermore by their hearts as they lived. They had their chance..."

"And you had yours."

The violence of the upheaval that followed gave no warning. Behind the established camp, suddenly a strip of tens of miles of the Circle's floor seemed the heave upwards, throwing spray and stone into the air in a chaotic cloud of debris that momentarily concealed the absolutely mammoth coil that thrust from the "floor", yet the mask fell away all too soon. The eruption seemed to halt for a moment, allowing for thoughts to wonder at the sight.

And then the quakes intensified to an all new level.

Walls, cavern floor, it seethed and shifted at once across the circle, coils upon coils upon coils more surging, twisting, scuttling as they began to stir. Heaving their shells of age away with contempt, the damned along the surface seeming to meld into the scaly hide, the plates of substance the formed an overlapping armor more durable than any metal known to man. Hanging as torsos from that daemonic flesh, caught within its being as though one. Nothing would be spared. The camp set by these fools had been built upon the body wakening to action, the very "bedrock" beneath their feet nothing more than a facade as this...thing ripped free of slumber. The Leviathan that had been seen had vanished amidst the turbulence of the awakening, yet those aware enough would realize with sinking heart that he had not gone.

Twin spires to dwarf skyscrapers, that had previously just thrust through the waters of the Styx, began to rise, lifting as scales coating a head as large as an island rose, streaming murk like hundreds of waterfalls. Higher, higher into view, closed eyelids as large as theater screens, nostrils that flared, churning the air as would a storm the line of a jaw that hinted at a scale so massive as to be nigh incomprehensible. As the coils of this beast of the earth writhed free of self-imposed imprisonment, the face of this Prince sprung free of the depths rising tens, hundreds, then thousands of feet high, set on a neck that was as thick as a small village sprawled around its center. Eyelids cracking open, peeling back from lambent orbs of hellfire streaked through with tangible malevolence. Jaws cracked apart, the hint of fangs several train cars in length, as the full majesty of this Prince of Hell, this Lord of Envy, as Leviathan graced these invaders with the full meaning of futility.

His voice would hammer the body as would a cyclone, its volume and power alone enough to boil the surface of the depths of the Stygian lake his body and likely those who'd dared challenge this circle now swum.

"You were warned, acolytes of your false god. You ignored my words and thus struck at power you did not understand. The Lucifer cast down by He with me has not been within this Hell for time immemorable, and none of those calling themselves my brethren remain in my memory as those who fell so far so long ago as my brothers. You looked upon this place and thought it redeemable, but it is inhabited by naught but a Beast of the Earth, and those consigned to share his torment forevermore by Him who sits above.

"You did not listen, and now you shall pay with lives and souls for your arrogance."


Tidal waves boiled the vast, depthless lake below as Leviathan did little more than churn his titanic body like the blades of a blender, coils striking coils with hundreds of thousands of tons of body weight, a force that had the power to crush all below him with contemptuous ease, a force that stirred this water far more potently than any hurricane ever could. The full might of a Prince of Hell was brought to bear, both as vengeance, and as message.

He hoped those brethren would watched would be smart enough to understand the message.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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The quake of power released by the Leviathan was remarkable. Not only this, but the revealing of it's own self was a sight to be seen by very few, and talked about by less. What had been brought to this land would vanish, leaving only the select few capable of sustaining themselves without a ground to stand on. The left the Eye of the White Sun, the Ram that walked on the waters, the Leviathan, and the two main combatants who were on the base.

"Leviathan, in all your might, you know that every creature has a beginning and an end. Now that you have made your presence and your boast of power I have made my presence and let off a taste of my power, hear me now. Without Life, neither you, nor I, nor anyone else can exist. That is a fact. But Life, the mixture of Light and Dark has been threatened by a God and his Holy Light... I come not to fight you, but to seek your assistance. If we can not stop the claws of the mechanical life in the mortal realm, they will claim all life, thus eliminating it. Without Life in the mortal realm, you will have no purpose nor power. The mechanical creatures have no soul. We must cease this creatures existence in the mortal realm and ensure that Life survives...For if not, all will vanish due to the mistake of the one you refer to as 'He who sits above'...So I ask, shall we fight each other in the name of Light and Dark, or shall we join as Light and Dark in the efforts to ensure our survival and bring balance back to the Mortal Realm?"

The Orb was very serious in it's tone, hoping the Leviathan would understand. Sadly, the orb understood why this beast was here and that the Dark tended to blind it's vessels. Despite all, the Orb and it's Ram would remain unhindered by the effects of the land and the power quaking through it, ready to release an attack of their own should the beast attempt to declare an attack of it's own. The orb this battle was of Light and Dark, but it also knew that there was a battle for Light and Dark to fight side by side against Void.

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Character Portrait: Erebuz Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Leviathan/Envy Character Portrait: Aeson Maro Character Portrait: Demigrem Demiarch

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Aeson was already well off taking the quick route around the beast. The first little relief he gave himself was the breaking of he weave that tied him to this god of the white sun. It was rather effortless as he already had the shield in place. The binds broke to Aesons relief freeing him of the connection. The second thing he took to doing was scripting two seals in the air in front of him. The Seal of Phul and Seal of Ophiel hovered before breaking momentarily and taking their rightful places on his robes. He firstly apportated around the blind side of the leviathan or what he hoped was the blind side.

When he was around the beast standing on the water now thanks to attuning to Phul, he quickly began running on the surface of the water. His free right hand quickly began drawing another seal in the air which he broke with his palm. This seal shattered as Aeson took on an ethereal mist form that moved over the water as he made his way to the fourth gate. Some powerful man he decided to alliance himself to. It was nothing more then tricks, he could barely use the power he had to his own advantage. This is was nothing more then the talk of an evil man that wanted everyone around him to know how powerful he is.

Aeson didn't plan on making this mistake again as he neared the fourth gate, he passed through as the ethereal form dissolved.

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Character Portrait: Hatoresu Character Portrait: Morthos
  1. Co-written by TheNoremac42 and Rougeshadow

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The call and roar from the invading army was met with silence. An eerie, unmistakable silence that something was waiting for the army of Erebuz. What they couldn't see was what awaited them. High above in the skies, companies of Harpies flew with claws and teeth ready to rend those who tried to rise above the clouds of the circle.

A Legion of Centaurs rested at the far end of the river, bows raised high with one Commander standing infront of them "Today we devend this Realm from the Invaders. We have trained hard for this day, this one singular battle. Today we prove to our Lady that we are her unyielding soldiers and we will cause as much damage as possible. Ready!" She said and the legion of Centaurs raised their bows high. Their arrows however, were rather different. They wore special gloves with white runes on their tops and were holding Holy Arrows in their hands. "FIRE!" She exclaimed and they loosed the volley of arrows over the river and headed straight for the invaders. Where Eve managed to get Holy Arrows in Hell, no one could say.

Scores of flying fiends fell from the sky as the two barrages collided like swarms of rapid insects. Yet, even as their numbers thinned - another flock took its place. The centaurs' volleys clashed against the demons like a ferocious tide battering against a cliff. Layer upon layer of demons were shed from the mass, but it steadily churned ever closer to their positions.

While the aerial divisions advanced, Morthos and his guard dove, spun, and rolled to evade the volleys. The armored erinyes evaded the missiles with the grace reminiscent of the High Heavens. Some were even daring enough to bat the arrows aside mid-flight with a well-timed backhand. However, a few of the blessed arrows met their mark and caused the dark angels to stagger in their flight. While most recovered immediately, one unfortunate erinye's wing was pierced - causing it to come crashing down into the river with a sickening crunch and scream.

Morthos and his guard quickly approached the first island. The pit fiend snapped his wings open to slow his descent as he unleashed a primal roar. A bead of flame shot from his finger and expanded into a massive fireball that consumed the center of the archers' line. The earth shook as he landed in the dissipating inferno. Before the dust could settle, Morthos lashed out with his mace, tail, and claws upon any centaurs that were unfortunate enough to be within his reach. The erinyes landed at his flanks and struck against any remaining centaurs. Their hellish longswords flashed like blackened lightning and struck like vipers with their venomous edges.

When the island was cleared and the centaur guardians either slain or fled, Morthos peered across the river and studied Violence's defenses. He sneered in contempt at the centaurs' pitiful attempt to curb the endless tide of demons that poured from Heresy. It would only take a single command, and within hours the sky would have been blotted out by their numbers. Who in this realm knew that Morthos had the combined forces of three planes at his command? Tartaruz, the Abyss, and the Nine Hells of Baator all answered the call of the Dark Legion. They all heeded the command of The Unweaver.

Morthos merely smirked as he watched the demons fall like rain. They were doing their duty and occupying the enemies' attention and resources. Yes, he could call upon the full might of the Dark Legion and simply swarm over their defenses like locusts, but why not allow them a little hope?

Let them squirm and wallow a shallow victory until it is too late to see the jaws that have surrounded them...

"But..." Morthos said as he spread his wings and rose to his full height, casting a dark and twisted shadow across the earth. "... Let us ensure that neither of us will go silently into the dark. For every four steps we are pushed back, we will carve our way through five."

"Shebtaan vonah shebta'ai... Abkömri vonah velheit, kelrassen, wa'und aschaad... Davalru dyla shtadfan wa'und himfod mitaal zoxares!"

Morthos's shadow grew with each syllable of the incantation until it stretched across the entire island. Suddenly, the black mass lurched from the earth and formed into a gargantuan titan that slowly rose and towered over the pit fiend. Its body was forged of rolling darkness that churned like a chaotic sea. The creature's eyes were like pits into the endless void that focused upon the centaurs on the opposite bank with detached callousness. After a moment's thought, the titan stooped down and drove its hand into the earth. However, instead of pulverizing the ground, its hand dissolved into a pool of darkness that burned with black fire. The creature returned to a standing position with a large coiling sphere of darkness gripped in its hand like a bowling ball. A tremor shook the earth as the titan stepped back and tossed its encumbered hand backwards in a pitching stance. Finally, with a burst of movement seemingly impossible for a creature of its size, the titan launched the ball of darkness towards the opposite shore with a deafening crack.

The dark orb tore across the river like a meteor - leaving a shockwave and contrail of black lightning in its wake - before it slammed into the opposite shore. An ear-shattering explosion shook the ground within a dozen meters of the impact as a storm of black flames erupted around the crater. However, these flames were neither warm nor burned. They were as cold as the ninth circle, icy as death, and seemed to devour all light within its grasp. Everything that bore any semblance of life withered, blackened, and died in its presence.