Re: Photons of the Abyss: Journey through the Dark Worlds RP

[Axel x Siax]

Siax ran his fingers through his ice blue hair, and flashed his eyes as he strode all too skankily, across the laboratory. He was pale, tall, slender, and downright flawlessly beautiful. His ice-colored eyes matched his hair perfectly, right down to those pointed ears and that curly cat-like tail he had coming from out of his pants, which was too tight for his ass. Grinning and licking his lower lip, he approached his target, who happened to be the devious Axel.

The man with the fiery hair was sitting on his usual leathery chair, which was black, like the clothes that he wore, as a show of dominance over most of the other Leaders in the bay. But beneath all that black was a completely white suit, not like they had much else to wear anyhow. And in either hand he slowly twirled a weapon. A weapon, that when used properly, spun stupidly fast, and ignited, yet never so much as singeing his own flesh. He was one of the few special Leaders out there, though the reasons for such, would not yet be revealed. No, not yet...

No spoilers for you guys.

"Axel, my dear sweet love..." Siax purred and climbed into the other's lap, his ice-colored ears flaring up playfully, then retreating down to show respect for the more dominant male.

"What is it Siax?" Axel wondered almost as though he were annoyed. Though he weren't really, it was just a show of dominance.

Axel was staring over the other lad's head, to watch the many hundreds of security cameras showing off all the captives in their rooms. "I'm mighty fascinated by our catches. Each so rare, each thinking that they are of equal or greater meaning then Gods! AH-HA! But each of them so easily brought down by the might, the torment, and the raw power... of us...." Axel couldn't contain himself, the sheer lust over the ideals of having slaves... just turned him on. And slowly but surely, a strong hand, grasped his lover's throat.

Siax hissed and purred playfully, nuzzling his mate's flesh, and moaning softly in his ear. "Oh my devious, vile love... how proud you are... of the Ways..." He hissed and then moaned again sweetly.

"I just enjoy watching them squirm. They think they're so immaculate. Yet their powers mean nothing outside the planets and solar systems that they were once attached to." Axel smirked and turned to face the very aroused Siax, and brought him closer. "Now, my Siax. Before we.... begin... Perhaps you should be a good little slut, and give me some head." Axel twirled the weapons again. They were like circular objects with long silver spears that stuck out almost a foot in length. It began to ignite, and immediately Siax backed off, and huffed with his lips curled.

"Very well, but you better fuck me good. I want to be ready for tonight." He grinned playfully tugging at the long red locks of Axel's hair. "I don't want to be all stressed out before the party begins. Sapphire promised us a real treat. Supposedly there will be new Converts aboard the Leader Bay. I intend upon turning some against others. And I intend upon enjoying it."

Axel laughed and tossed his head back, then shoved Siax to the ground, and undid his pants. "Shut up Frost-Breath, and do what I asked. If you're good enough, maybe I'll fuck you right there on the lab table and then shoot you up with the toxins so that it's even more ...enjoyable." He shoved the objects into the tiling with a great bit of strength, and flashed red eyes at Siax. "Now." He said this time with a very deep and demanding tone.

Siax snickered and got down on his knees for the boyfriend that had collared him eons ago. He pulled down Axel's pants and lefts them at his knees, and then began to preform a rather familiar act. He really was an icy fiend, and his frozen tongue was more than there to prove it. He was the kind of male that took pleasure in being dominated, and who loved to be teased and roughed around. Axel on the other hand was the fiery, violent, and hot-headed male. The one who loved to take control, and force others to do whatever it was that so pleased him. Axel was also one of the most loyal Leaders, though his tendencies often got him into very dangerous situations. He didn't exactly know how to contain his violence when engaged in warfare. And many a Leader paid the price for his behavior.

Thankfully Nero kept him around because of his success rate.

About a half hour later, or something that might have felt so - Axel had dragged Siax into another of the Leader lab rooms. He dug for tons of drugs and began to shoot Siax up with them, pumping raw fluids and toxins through his veins, that twisted his mind in more than one way. One of the side-effects was heightened sensitivity, and a high-powered arousal upon touching sensitive places. Most Leaders used the toxins to force beings to breed, so that they had no problems when they grew young to use for their planets that needed repopulating. Buuuuuut, in this case, there were two rather horny Leaders, that decided to use the needles, on themselves.

"SHIT this feels AMAZING! HA! Who'd'a thought." Axel said, shooting up, and then holding onto his left elbow. He began to feel light-headed, as though he were going to black out, but Siax quickly woke him up when he jumped on him and they went flying over the table normally used for testing specimens.

"Come on Axel, give it to me rough." Siax begged, so far into the high, that it was a wonder he were still semi-functional.

The red-haired male laughed, snapping his fingers and igniting his hands with flames for but an instant. The two wasted absolutely no time tearing off their trench coats and shirts, standing only in their white pants now. Axe; grinned widely, displaying rows of sharper teeth, and then slammed Siax down hard on the table, and pulled his pants off. Almost immediately after, Siax began to wail, as Axel's rather hot, and flaming dick slid into Siax's frozen ass. Siax wailed like a banshee, yipping and purring in enjoyment as Axel ravaged him and scratched up his back until Siax bled.

Because they were howling so loudly, they failed to hear the door open. Idiots.

The Grinch walked into the room with his massive ship wrench, and shook his head, pulling his ball-cap over his eyes. "Bros, damn, don't you two know what privacy is? Sheesh, the boss wants us to start administering the meds to test for curing these 'godly' beings and reducing them into useless fucks while they're here- alright ya know what, I'm outta here. Totally don't need to see this shit. Fuck, my, life." Grinch wandered over to one of the walls, where there was a hologram panel and clipboard hanging from the wall with some notes.

"Shut up Grinch, I'm trying to get off here. Go stick your nose back up Nero's ass or something somewhere else." Axel growled, his hair damn near melting and twisting into flames.

"Oh Axel! Axel! Shit I'm going to-"

"SHUT UP SIAX!" Grinch snapped.

"Haha, I think Siax is about to blow his rocket all over this table." Axel snickered, doing whatever he could to fuck Siax deeper and harder. He could feel the inside of Siax's ass tensing up, and even tearing under such pressure. "Lighten up Grinch, go get laid. There's plenty of worthless bitches here to shove it into. You fucking need it with that stick up your ass."

"The only stick up an ass Axel, is your dick in Siax. I'm going back to work. Project STD got one of his tentacles stuck in Project ANUS. Oh the joys of having to say the names of these airships.... Project ANUS.... who the fuck comes up with this shit." Grinch signed out for the room and then shook his head, and walked back out of the room. He had a few more people and things to check on. Doing rounds was never fun, especially when one always ran into two very out-there faggots fucking like, everywhere every ten seconds.

Somewhere in the Facility-

"Checking in, this is Nero to Sapphire. How's the testing coming?"

Another voice in response. "Sapphire to Nero - heh, wait til you fucking see this shit."

"Oh really? That much progress. Sapphire I'm impressed. Grinch said that the maintenance was a problem."

"Haha, Grinch fixed the primary hub, and the back-up for the computer systems. But, well... I did a little work to it. Added a few things that you might wanna check out. This airship is going to be perfect for the capture of more subjects. Also, I must report. The some of the new captives are breed-able. We have been working on processing. And we should see results rather soon. As soon as they all submit, they will be converted, with their memories erased and become perfect machines, or should I say, Leader slaves." Somewhere on the base, Sapphire was running his blade over his lip, practically turned on with his work.

A few minutes later.

"Checking in. This is Nero to Base. Please see to it that all captives are examined and Converted. Also Base, start sending a few of them to the Dead Planets, and forcing them to kill off any remaining life. I wish to see what they're capable of. Make sure you inject the CNS so that you're in full control, Over."

"Base to Nero, your orders are our command, over."

"PS - someone find Axel and Siax." The voice grumbled frustratedly. "I want them to supervise."

"Yes Sir, anything else, Sir? Over."

"No, that's it. See to it that it's done." Nero said, before checking out. He would rub his eyes, and then go back to his personal Quarters.

Oh yeah. Shit was about to get fucking real.

[Nero ~Change of Heart~]

[ Mel told me to move RP so, read carefully ]

A few days later, Nero - the Cat-girl Nero anyways, was taken away from her usual room and floor. The Leaders had dragged the female from the room and strapped her down, and rushed her to one of the Upper Floors, where the birthing areas were. Over the course of her time there, the girl had gotten rather used to what she was being twisted into, making no effort to scream out for someone to save her, much less cry. The only thing she yowled for now, was the contractions sending shivering pain throughout her wrecked body.

Nero, was going to be a mother. Again.

See, no one really knew how long she'd been there, not even she remembered anymore. But due to the strange composition of her energy and immune system, she was perfect for housing these little babies, that came as deviant experiments once born.

The girl's long hair fell down either side of her face, down over her shirt, which was so white one could see straight through it now because it barely fit her. Her white ears curled up atop her head much like horns, as she wailed and prayed to a God she couldn't remember. Her long pale hands (that ended in claws) gouged into the bedding, as she arched her back and moved her long bushy white tail to one side. She did her best to breathe and not struggle, while the Leader scientists did as they always did.

Nero tried not to notice or care, about anything that happened in her pathetic life anymore. And as the scientists tied her legs down and apart, and shoved something inside her to widen the space for the creature inside to come out, she found herself focusing only on her breathing. Only on her many writings, and scriptures that she was able to translate to the Convert language now. Only her memories of her long lost Girlfriend SinRA, who was one of her best friends, though she herself from another planet. The girl bit her lower lip until it bled and whimpered feeling a strong tugging from inside her. She did her best to keep remembering the one she loved, but she discovered that there were so many black holes of hazy areas, in her memory.

Perhaps the Leaders had won.

After all they were able to produce creatures, capture them, alter them - erase their memories as if they were nothing important in the first place. Convert them into Leader slaves, or people that would carry out Leader Ways... Force them to kill off the Strays, the Rebels, and anyone that didn't believe as they had. Perhaps they had won. Because even such a female, with the same name as one of the male Leaders, who wanted nothing more than just to remember someone she cared for, or to remember her language, one who was strong and brave even now - had been forcefully used, and partially erased.

Maybe there was no hope for any of them, aboard the Facility.

Who knew, only Time himself, could tell at this point. One never knew what was in store.

And as Nero watched her body reject the thing that was living inside her, to the point of forcing it from her womb herself happened, she started to think, that there truly was no other way. She watched the Leaders take the being, that was still covered in blood, gore, and even a bit of a sac. She wondered just what their plans were for it, and tried to fight the urge to ask to hold it. It had spent so much time with her, inside of her.... living off of her like a parasite. One of the nurses came in and took the child after he were all cleaned up, and Nero tried not to notice that he also had white ears - and a bushy white tail just as hers. Without even noticing tears fell from the girl's eyes. All she wanted was a normal life, with a semi-normal (for her planet) family. As she sobbed two female Leaders approached her to clean and stitch her up, so that she could be taken back to her ward, until they decided to breed her again.

Nero tried to tell herself that somehow this was a Higher Calling. Somehow her God had wanted her to reproduce and save another planet. That had to be it. Maybe the Leaders weren't so bad, they were just making sure that she was doing what she was destined for.... she thought all of this on the way back to her room hours later.

"Tch, yeah right N'ya." Nero whispered, now in her bed again. "We're all doomed 'eh, hsssst~" She closed her eyes, ...and fell into a dream.

[LY the Knife-Kid]

[ Collab with Axel to steal his Character, like old times -Smirks- ]

LY still had yet to be captured, and it was everyone's worst nightmare, that the Living Weapon that was she, still existed to torment them, or anyone she came into raw contact with...

Everywhere the appearance of a small demon child went, bodies piled up. And LY had no desecration. Leaders, Strays, Rebels. Whatever got in her way, just up and died moments later - because well, she was built to eradicate anyone and thing, and she was very, very successful. Perhaps her programming was done entirely wrong or something. Or maybe she just wanted to play in the blood and gore of others, no one knew.

All the Leaders knew, was that they really needed to get this bitch back, and use her for the clearing out of planets that they needed paved clean of life. So that they could better put their forms of life, on it. LY was the key to a lot of damage. The fact alone that she was missing was bad luck for anyone. She had airship programming and was very able to do things that other Leaders couldn't even do. And not having their own weapon on their own side well.... goddamn these Leaders really were slackers sometimes, weren't they?

"I'm so bored, I wish some more Leader scum would come out to play with me." Little Yami grinned, and brandished the knife in her right hand. She had stepped out of a small airship that she'd stolen, and was now wandering through a clearing that had forestry in the distance.

"This is Viper, go 'head, over." A voice said from space.

"Sapphire to Viper, I found what you've been looking for, over."

"Are you sure?" The anticipation in the voice was too clear.

"I am sure. She's taken refuge on the Dead Planet of Sicon, and is making her way through the forest."

"Bring her to me. I have a lot of work to do with that one. Nero has plans also, but she will be used for more of my dirty work."

"As you wish." Sapphire smirked and hung up the CB radio. He pushed a lever on his ship (which looked more like a jet), and the invisibility evaporated, bringing it into full-view. Viper was another well-known Leader Official. He often made direct contact with the Great Leaders. Sapphire knew not to fuck with him too much.

LY turned around to see a jet-like ship setting it's tail down in the clearing just behind her. Without even some much as a word, she turned around and grinned, rather widely. A familiar face stepped out of the pod, someone she had known personally for many eons. Sapphire. And just as she held a single dagger, he held his butterfly knife, the two rather similar, despite their appearances' ages. LY looked no older than 13, just with demon wings and strange weapons, and Sapphire looked to be around human late 20s, but shockingly the LY project - was older.

"Sapphire dear, I didn't know you cared." LY hissed, putting the blade in front of her, between them.

"LY you have to return to the base, that's a fucking Order, from up-top."

Little Yami laughed, and giggled almost immediately. "Oh do I? Pretty sure that I'm doing just fine out here without them." She hissed.

"Look, you can make this real easy for me, or you can make it hard...." Sapphire's voice trailed off as she came closer. Boldly so. Here she was a mere 4 1/2 feet tall, and here he was almost 6 feet and it was still frightening. There was more power in that single tiny body than almost anywhere else in space, so he knew he had to be cautious. Which she played off of. Of course.

LY licked her knife, and then looked up into the male's frosty eyes. "I'll tell you what. I'll go back with you, I'll even play nice.... but I want you, in my room, every day, and every night, from here on out. And you'd better make it good. Don't fuck me like you did before, no, you'd best step up your game." She hissed.

For whatever reason, Sapphire agreed. "Fine." He would say, simple as that. After all, what did he have to loose from getting a good fuck all the time? Not much from his end, unless she cut it off...

Leaders probably spent so much time stealing, altering, and breeding other creatures together - because their own sex lives were truly super fucked up. And their relationships were just retarded. But nevertheless, weird shit did happen among them. But who was it weird to? Surely not the Leaders. Just everyone-the-fuck-else watching. And no one on this planet even existed outside these two, so as Sapphire stuffed the small child full of his dick and fucked her right there in the dying grasses, the little deviant smiled, and enjoyed the searing pain that came from him. She dragged the dagger over his back and body as he screwed her, the tiny red wings of hers, flaring out as she giggled and hissed. Her hands went to her waist and undid the chain with the spear, and then she wrapped it around his throat.

"You're mine now bitch." The little deviant would hiss.

Sapphire bucked his hips hard as he felt the chains tighten around his throat with each movement. He panted and grit his knife, which was safely between his lips and teeth. Being with a Living Weapon was rather strange, because they could control every last aspect of their bodies. And right then, LY's body, was pushing down on him, and taking him into her even farther. He gasped and grasped onto her hair, pulling it tightly and giving it to her harder, rougher, and until she bed. The demonic creature beneath him moaned out, until shivers passed through him like a frozen wind. He had found what he was looking for, and she had found, a target to consistently prey off of.

Sapphire knew he had to take her to Viper eventually, but he soon made mental plans, to keep her all to himself.

[The Azure Dox]

And then there was this radio transmission...

"Security to Bridge, I think we have a problem here."

"Bridge, sending in troops for containment."

Doxy clicked in his CB radio and shouted directly into their ears. "I SAID CHILL THE FUCK OUT! I AM FINE! I JUST THINK WE REALLY NEED TO CONSIDER ALTERNATIVE MEANS HERE!"

"Holy fucking.... what.... just... what the actual FUCK IS THAT THING?!!?!!?" Another guard was heard screaming. Other men from down the white corridors of the laboratories started to flock out, to see what the hell was going on.

"Guys just relax, he's chained up. This really isn't is bad as it looks..." Doxy said with a grin. He was totally naked again, well minus the lab coat of course. He was probably THE WORST LEADER EVER, but he didn't give a flying fuck.

"................" That was probably how everyone viewing the newest monstrosity was feeling right then and there. Hang on, we're about to explain why, and in vivid detail too.

-The Man With 9 Dicks, 6 Assholes, 4 Titties, 8 balls, and 6 Tentacles-

Paradox Azure shook his head proudly at the other mad scientists freaking the hell out right now. Well, who wouldn't be? When at the end of the corridor, was a torn-open room, with an 800+ pound man (well, it appeared that way at least, ya know, with the 9 dicks and all that, could be wrong but-), with boils and open sores from head to... uh, tentacle, all down his body. He had three tentacles to the right, as legs maybe? And three to the left. Strangely as he used them to grasp onto the walls, and use the openings to where the doors were to latch onto things, he couldn't get that far.

The beast of fuck, was about 8 feet tall as well. So... yeah. His head was almost touching the roof of the Facility here. Around the creature's neck was a massive black ring, with several clasps. And attached to that was thankfully, some massively thick chains, which were planeted into the walls, the floors, and everywhere else that was originally that room back there, which was all torn up from the creature's rage-

"DOXY WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?! WHY ON THE FUCK OF ANY PLANET, WOULD SOMEONE WANT THIS? YOU! ARE! FIRED!" The Leader from the bridge came down to just scream at Doxy, as per usual.

"No I'm not. You can't fire me." Doxy said with an evil smirk. "Yo, Nine D's!" Doxy hollered, covering the side of his face with his pale and perfect hands. The creature throwing a rage fit seemed to look in the direction of his... 'father'...or creator... whatever - and stop what he was doing (which consisted of grabbing several already-screaming men with his tentacles and putting them onto some of his dicks...).

The creature groaned and one of his massive tentacles wrapped around the man yelling at Doxy. "NO! NO NO NO PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

"Sorry, can't have you getting in the way of my work, SIR." He said with a grin, closing his eyes and leaning up against the wall. "I'm sure, that no one would want to play rough with me, riiiiiiiiiiiight boys?" His blue eyes made their appearance again, and all of the guards watched their Commanding Officer be torn straight in half by the guy with 9 Dicks and 6 Assholes.

"NO SIR! WE LEAVE YOU IN PEACE SIR!" They all said, grabbing their weapons, and tripping over each other the entire rest of the wall down the halls.

Doxy, was now in command of all experimentation. What a fucking win. "Come on then, we have work to do, my 9 Dicked friend." Doxy grinned, and walked back towards the creature, that was thankfully, no longer out of line. "I want you to pleasure me, I'm horny as fuck and too lazy to go to the other side of the Facility...hmmm...."

A few hours later, Doxy was STILL getting boned in the ass, and stroked-off with those tentacles. He was absolutely enjoying how his latest project had come about. And now, he was totally the Commanding Officer, and completely in charge of this section of the Facility. What more could go wrong?

[Megara Rose Emerald]

Princess Megara Rose Emerald, was from the planet Draygon. A Planet full of creatures that are elf-like but can shift in to either a Dragon or a Werefox so to say. Megara was different from them, she had a very special gift.

Megara had long strawberry blonde hair that could appear red. It was long enough to where it reached her lower back. Her hair was in a neat and shiny french braid. The princess had eyes that shifted color, Grayish blue(the main color), light blue, Cerulean blue, and Green. She wore a white silk crop top that was a Greek design. Her skirt was also white silk and split down the side of her leg on each side. She wore black stockings and brown boots that looked Native American style. She wore two belts criss-crossed around her hips. One held a knife. On either side of the princess were two normal looking red foxes that she adored so much.

Rumors had been going around about distant planets being attacked and captives being taken from the other planets. These rumors did not bother Megara because her planet was practically invisible to everyone and everything. The princess had mistaken though.

Megara's parents had been out some where. She and her beloved foxes had been all alone in the castle. Megara and the foxes went to the castle library. (Megara was a major book worm so her parents had the library installed just for their only child.) She had sat down with the foxes and her favorite book and proceeded to read in the silence. The silence would not last long though...

Suddenly the silence was broken due to the random explosians that just began out of nowhere. This of course startled Megara and so she ran out to the nearest balcony to see what had been going on. She saw explosions, fires, people running around screaming bloody murder. Megara became frightened because she had thought about the information she had received taken from rumors about the attacks. It was then she realized...her planet was not safe after all.

Megara began to wonder, who in the hell did they come after? But no worries, The princess would get her answer very soon.

"Lykos! Kleitos! pigaínete sto ieró tópo sas!" Megara said to the two foxes who then ran off. After that Megara followed and left the safety of her castle walls to find her parents by sniffing out there scents.

The princess ran into the forest following the scent of her parents. She found her mother's dead corpse in a pool of blood and she fell to her knees in tears. "M-Mother..." Megara could not believe it. Suddenly she heard an agonizing groan from a few feet away and immediately knew it was her father. "rest in peace mother.." with that she got up and ran to her father's side. "Father! Who did this and what are they after?!" She said to get his attention.

Megara's father was in his Arctic Werefox form and he slowly looked to his daughter. He softly spoke "M-Megara..." he caughed up blood then spoke again. Megara, My dear sweet daughter...These strange men came from a strange machine. You must run away, hide! and never look back. They are after you. Please do this as a favor to your parents." His voice faded and so did his last breath. Megara began to cry then became angry. She pounded her fist into the ground causing the earth to crack and shake violently.

Megara stood up, anger clearly on her face as her final tears fell for this moment. "Father, I have always been obedient, MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE! I understand your wishes and I'm sorry but, I will have to disobey, No one and I mean NO ONE gets away with destroying my planet, my people, and especially not my family!"

with that being said Megara looked around and found a jet-like ship and instead of runing from it, she ran to it and found a male that was not from around here. The man looked up from kicking an innocent Draygonian and spotted her. "Just who I was looking for." the leader said in away that disgusted Megara even more. YOU! You must have done this! What do you want you wretched bastard?!" Megara said boldly. The male smirked and licked his lips examining the females body. "I came to take you with me!" The male attempted to grab her but she slipped her dagger out with ease and only managed to stab him in the arm which had no effect.

Suddenly the crown that hung down on her forehead with an emerald gem lit up. A strobe of green light formed around her. The leader smirked because he knew what this was. The light cleared and where the humanoid Megara once stood was a large red werefox with dragon wings attached in her place.

THIS was the gift she had. she was a Red Fox/Dragon hybrid and very powerful.
and so the fight for her capture began.

[DIZ Lolburstbrb Arclight]

The planet of Nekross looked like a boring, uninhabited planet from afar... Hey, it even looked like shit up close. It was just a dead planet. Floating around in the depths of space with no actual purpose. It's surface was covered with nothing but rocks and dust. It was never attacked or even touched, because, well, there was nothing fucking there. There was no fucking life on this planet.
Well... Not entirely. Underneath it's surface is where the magic happens, ladies and gentlemen. Deep... Deep... underneath that damn surface.

If you managed to move deep enough under that surface, congratulations, you reached a hidden underground city.
The natives just call it the Undercity. Creative, right? Anyway, moving on... This certain little city was basically just an extension of crypts and dungeons that were originally beneath Nekross' surface. Possibly from their ancestors when this place was actually blooming with life.
The natives here dredged out the complex catacombs and caverns, using them as they pleased. The place is dark, smells of corpses and has an evil feel. Spiders(at least they look like spiders... terrifying mutated spiders), oozes and other subterranean creatures occupy the distant passages. The Undercity was dark, dreary, and cold. Death was absolutely everywhere. Which was no surprise, any living organism that set foot in this city, or the surface above just choked to death on the thick toxin's that lingered in the air, acting like oxygen itself.

Now I know what you're thinking. Who in their right mind would want to fucking live here? The city was fucking terrible, and if you took a breath, you were done for.

Well, what if you didn't need to breathe in the first place...?

Who else to inhabit a pretty much dead planet, but the dead themselves?

They had a population of around 11,700. It didn't increase, it didn't decrease. Reproduction was useless(and wasn't possible anyway). No one died because they already had. And the history of how they became this way was long forgotten. Simply because a majority of them didn't give a two shits about it. But a few natives throw the story around every now and then. When the world was basking in life and perfection. But now nobody ever really visits the surface, or even tries to 'bring life back to the planet'. All useless...

                                 

There is nothing here...

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"Dissy, my dear, what are you doing?"

"Frick-" The elbow that she was propping herself up on slipped and -BANG- her head smacked onto the desk made from some weird fucking wood-like material. That wasn't a quiet bang either. And her brain felt like it was having a dance party inside her head. Was she day dreaming? She was day dreaming.
"Yes, father, what?" She said with a groan and turned her head to look at the Lich covered in some weird dark blue and black pretty 'wizard' lookin' robes. Ya'know what i'm talkin' about. The shadow from the hood he had up concealed a majority of his face, but it was no secret what was under that hood. He cleared his throat-- he had no throat, what am I talking about. Hey, it sounded like a clearing of the throat. Don't yell at me.-- and spoke, "You were day dreaming, weren't you?"

"Ye- N- Why?"

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Such a.... weird one..."

The elf smirked, removing herself from the stool and silently making her way over towards a bookshelf. It contained spell books, for all magic trees. Necromancy, of course, was the most popular. She knew if given the chance, they would work on increasing their numbers. 11,700 was such a small population after all. But alas, everything here was already dead and walking, there weren't anymore corpses to raise. She idly wandered why they even bothered learning Necromancy anymore. Maybe it was just something to do. To occupy and distract them from their boring lives.

Not being able to die sounded like a good deal at the time...

She shook her head and reached out, grasping a small, random book to just read. Her 'father' was watching her closely, every move he took in. He was incredibly fascinated with her. After all she was the-

"Only living being here." She finished his thoughts in a monotone. Her luminous eyes leaving the book to look at him instead. Well, half-alive, anyway... Yes, he would tell her the story of how he found her years and years ago while he traveled the surface for reasons she didn't even know every night.
She was so defenseless... innocent... alone. Her birth mother and father would have been the last living organisms here, no? She had assumed her mother was alive, and some breed of elf, while her father(Possibly an elf, too) was well on his way into transforming into one of the undead.
They must have attempted to repopulate, got pissed off when they got me and then threw me away like some useless garbage.

She pieced that together herself, but never got a confirmation from anyone. Nobody knew or cared, so it was pretty much worthless to even think about. She was here, and that was that. She didn't know the identity of her father. But there was one thing she did fucking know, and that was: He. Was. Here. Somewhere in the Undercity, her birth father roams around. He has to be. Where else would he go after his transformation?

Dissy placed the book back in it's rightful place, knowing she wasn't going to read it. "I'm goin' out!" She exclaimed, beginning her journey out of their little boring home. Which was basically just a boring cave. The only way in and out into the city was through a series of dark, muddy tunnels. It only took a few minutes. Aahh.. I can remember my first time doing this. I got stuck how many times..? Probably like a billion. It used to take her hours to get back home.

Once she reached the exit, she took her own sweet time crawling out. She had to be mindful of her ears. They were so ridiculously long and annoying. There were times where she wished she could just cut them off. She had even tried, only to be scolded from her 'father'.

In front of her, was one of the many 'rivers' jam-packed with that intense, disgusting green ooze...

Ugh, disgusting, right?
Lolwrong.  

Without a second thought, she leaped right in. These 'rivers' were the best!
Dissy loved playing with the mutated 'fish' that inhabited these things. The mysterious green fluid felt so slimy and tingly on her flesh, which just added to the moment. Her feet soon reached the rocky ground below as she brought her head out of the ooze and shook it off her deathly pale face and black hair. Her skin looked like it was glowing, which was perfectly normal when flesh came into contact with it, she had found. She used the 'river' to make her fabulous oozy entrance into the heart of the city. She was too busy trying to catch the 'fish' with her hands to even bother counting how long it took her.

The only thing that snapped her out of her fish-grabbing moment was the raspy voice of a chick. "Sup, Xsi." Said a female undead citizen, sitting by the 'river' with a fishing pole by her side. Not all of her flesh had decayed yet, which was a rare thing to see here. Almost as rare as a blood sucker. Of course she was quick to grab my attention. "Bitch, I was doing something here."
"Oh, i'm sorry, princess." Sarcasm at it's finest. But that sarcasm earned her a splash in the half-skeletal face with ooze. Which didn't annoy her one bit.

Shit.
Oh well change the subject so it isn't fucking awkward.

"Anything new happen lately or is it just the usual? Nothing fun ever happens around here. It's the same thing every day. Sometimes I feel like going to the surface, but then I realize I don't give a shit about the surface." As she spoke, she grabbed onto the edge and pulled herself out of the ooze river. Okay, maybe not just 'pulled', she front flipped outta it and landed beside the other perfectly.

"Show off." The undead smirked, fingering her purple dry pigtails with the old fishing pole. "But no. Do you expect fun to happen here? We don't get visits, and we don't get attacked; both are just as useless as brains are nowadays." She stuck a finger into the thick oozy-ness below, then removed her finger from it, watching the ooze slowly make it's way off her finger, and return to the 'river'. Only to do it again and stick the oozy substance in her rotting mouth this time.

"That's racist." She replied humorously, simply for the fact that she actually had a brain and it hadn't liquidified and ran out her nose and ears like everybody else's had. She could feel the 'alive' part of her inwardly gag at the sight, but her expression was unchanging. She grew up around these guys, and you get used to some weird shit.

She took a seat beside her purple haired acquaintance, grabbed a dagger out of her boot and began to continuously spin it around and around before taking a glance down at the mysterious green fluid that ran throughout the city. It was nothing but awkward silence for awhile. Until the other spoke up, "...Actually there has been rumors going around about distant planets being attacked and captives being yanked from their planets liek naked babies."

"Poor bastards. Why they being taken?"

"Fuck man, I don't know. Fun? To make them all fuck like wild animals in order to reproduce more wild animals because for some reason they may or may not have lost a butt load of troops in some war?"

( ゜-゜) <- Dissy.

"... We don't have to worry though. Heh. I can just imagine it now, they land on this stupid ass planet, wondering where the fuck is everyone, maybe they somehow reach this place without getting killed, only to have us approach them and be liek 'Lol sorry guys we have no penis and vagina, they kinda fell off.'" (◕‿◕✿)
Which is exactly what happened.

"You kinda might need to worry though, because who wouldn't want a chick that existence's defies all logic."

"dontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxitdontjinxit-" Dissy continued in the background.

Then a random skeleton with no jaw approached. "Guizee there's a big thing in the sky."

"You jinxed it."

[Jack SnowChaos Frost]

The planet of Boreas was a cold one, well, cold was an understatement. Dropping as low as two hundred thirty three on the Kelvin scale, if one wasn't prepared they would lose their life to the merciless conditions. It was said, though, that anyone who could survive in such a climate would be a force to be reckoned with.

The snow crunched underneath his boots as he walked, as if threatening to cave in and bury the male to the waist. But, he was smarter than that. He knew the terrain, where to step. Every move as careful, deliberate, and steady. Despite his precautions, his pace was still reasonably fast, as it should be when standing in such a cold. The wind whipped through his hair, itself being a wild, dangerous thing as well. Such a wind bit at one's skin, threatening to freeze it until it turned black. Frostbite, something truly unfortunate yet common on Boreas, especially to those just travelling through. But, it didn't bother him. He was made for the cold. He was the cold.

His name was Jack Frosti, though he was nicknamed Jokul by the traders at the ports. The name itself meant Frost, which was really unnecessary, but he himself was also quite the jokester. At least some people found it fitting.

Jack, however, was not at one of the ports exchanging tales with one of the big, burly workers. Nor was he at home, wrapped in his soft, comforting blanket that was given to him as a gift by Angwu. Rather than those two alternatives, Jack was on the hunt; his quarry: a rather large snow beast known as an Aquilo. The Aquilo were large with an ape-like body structure, its arms big and beefy, slimming down just a tad to the rear. The back of the body was still large as well, but the weight was dominantly in the front; however, the Aquilo had rather powerful hind legs, used for propelling quickly through the snow. Such a beast was Jack's prey at that moment.

Said beast was 'dasing through the snow', but Jack was close behind. He was quite fast, for not being an animal himself. He took a higher route, easily climbing the rocky hill; though whether it was rock or simply ice, he couldn't tell.

He lept from what appeared to be a boulder to another, quickly gaining on the best. Though the terrain was rougher, Jack's trail was in actuality shorter. It wasn't long before he jumped of, landed on the Aquilo's back, and blew its brains out with a pistol. The beast fell with a thud, the male flipping off of it almost immediately after firing his weapon. He landed with grace that could only be rivalled by a ballerina, turning to look at his hunt. The beast was large and would surely last him a few weeks, even if he ate it for three meals a day. It was heavy, though, and any normal person wouldn't have been able to have taken it home. But he wasn't part of the 'norm'.

Rather than do the conventional thing and wrap cable after cable around the body, Jack went ahead and did something that would make most jaws drop. He commanded the wind, something that had not been performed by anyone else, to his knowledge anyways. The wind itself nipped at Jack, ruffling his snow white hair in a playful manner, as it itself was alive and sentient. The turbulent element lent a hand to the boy - who could be accurately described as winter and chaos both, personified - carrying the fresh meat back behind him. But, he never got there. Little did he know that he wouldn't see him home ever again. Unless he was lucky, but luck was surely not on his side now.

The beast dropped and it was as if the wind itself had fled. Jack stood there, confused but alert. Something wasn't as it should be. He could positively feel it, something large was coming. And.. loud? The sound of engines and turbines rung in his ear as he bolted off towards his left, the sound following him. It was a sound he recognized, a ship. Most ships didn't scour over the lands of Boreas, rather than simply dock at the ports, with good intentions. The spirit simply assumed it to be a slave trader, though. He had heard a lot about them from visitors, and he knew enough to be certain that he didn't want to get involved in such.

As he figured, the ship was hostile, the dock bay opening to reveal several armed soldiers, most of which started to open fire on the spirit below. The bullets missed, but perhaps that was on purpose, as a small battalion waited for him just ahead on his path. Upon seeing this, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with surprise. Well, perhaps it was time he stopped running away, but what was he supposed to do? Guns were out of question, and there were too many for him to take down himself. All there was left was the wind and the snow, but would that help? Or, would it benefit him more just to surrender? Of course, he didn't know their true intentions.

"So, who are you people?" he asked, standing his ground with a grin on his face. There was no point in appearing scared, or anything other than himself really. In fact, he was rather excited. He couldn't remember the last time he saw people other than the usuals. Of course, these weren't ordinary people either, they had a purpose, that much he knew.

One of the soldiers smirked to himself, surveying over the pale boy. "It's irrelevant, now be a good little boy and come with us."

To this Jack raised a brow. He understood bits and pieces of what they were saying, but other parts blew straight over his head. Ah, language barriers. The soldiers noticed his confused reaction and glanced between themselves before Jack finally spoke. "Are, you coming on to me?"

The questions itself seemed odd to the soldiers, completely inappropriate even, but to Jack is was perfectly feasible. It earned him a stare down the barrel of a gun. "E-eh?"

The trigger was pulled and a bang echoed throughout, but the shot didn't hit its mark. Instead, it embedded itself in a wall of ice, that which Jack stood behind. He was frowning a bit, ice blue eyes narrowed with seriousness. Now was not the time to be questioning the love interests of the newcomers.

The soldiers stepped back with shock, though grins plastered the faces of some. "My my, this is exactly what we've been looking for." Jack took a step back himself with a scowl, they meant to capture him, surely. That was something that he couldn't allow, even though the fate itself was inevitable.

The soldiers took aim again, but this time Jack was ready. With a wave of his hand, the ice beneath them shook, a crack forming. It broke, parts of it jutting out in attempts to attack the soldiers. It wasn't overly effective, but it gave him a new terrain. The shards themselves were something to jump upon, the wind itself carrying him like a snowflake. His knees and feet managed to connect with the faces of some, but he merely ended up running again.

With the soldiers close behind him, he ran full sprint, the wind protecting him. He hadn't even asked it to, though, so even he was astounded. They began shooting at him again, and a sense of panic coursed through his body. It was an odd sort of feeling, almost as emotion itself was an electrical charge. And as such his emotions became personified as a defence mechanism, pure energy forming a cover of snow around him in a bright blue blast. It shot out much similar to lightning, catching Jack off guard. But, that was the last thing he remembered, as the sedative from the tranquilizer darts in the back of his neck began to take effect.

As his eyes fell closed there was only one thing on his mind. An image of the woman who raised him flashed before his heavy lidded orbs as everything else went black. And now he was leaving the last thing he had of her behind, but certainly not forgotten.

[Raphiella Blu Azure]

[ Collab with Melvin: A few more days have passed ]

Honestly, there wasn't really a "night time" or a "day time" at the Facility. The blasted thing was indeed a hovering space center, and all it did was move through the darkness of space. The only light and day these beings had, or would ever have again, would be among the planets they came and went from. And that never lasted long enough to adjust to either. Life aboard the Facility was complex, and well, it was about to get more complex, for two people in particular.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" One Leader asked, peering through his binoculars from the top of his air ship.

"It's a Dead Planet, and these were the big boss's orders. Don't matter if it's a good idea." The co-piolet beside him answered. "Let's get this show on the road."

"Flyers to base, we have landed do you copy?"

"This is Base. Copy, move out and carry out your tasks."

"Flyers to soldiers aboard, do you copy."

"Ready to move Sir." The Commanding Official would answer for his team.

To first explain the process of which was going on, and to give you a better idea of this situation, we'll paint you a lovely picture.

Aboard the current airship, were about 20 armed men, scouts and techs - working for the Leaders. There was one Commanding Official in charge of carrying out the tests, about 6 scientists that would stay aboard and watch until testing was complete, and two 'Flyers' that would lift off once things were done and cleared to move again. All the while they would each check in with the Facility, which was roaming around again, somewhere, planets away.

Also aboard this airship, were two massive crates. One of them contained a rather viscous creature who kept on howling, and the other one contained one with a savage weapon built at the end of another creature. These two creatures would come to know each other once more, being that they were the King and Queen of their planet Zion Oblivion, before it was completely wiped the fuck out.

"Alright cut them loose! But keep the chains on them. The moment they wake up they're going to do whatever they can to get away. DO NOT, let them get away."

"Aye, aye Sir." Was the usual response.

Raphi was currently in her hybrid beast form. She was rather large, like the size of an elephant, and thrashing madly up against the metal walls that kept her locked up. Her long blue fur was barely visible, since it was pitch fucking black in the box beneath the ship. She began to feel it move, as though the Leaders were taking it from the ship. Which, in fact, they were. Using the airship's tech they were able to move the box, which was opened, by the means of remote. Each wall would come down flat to the ground, revealing a massive blue wolf, with orange eyes, and gnarly fangs. Huge chains were hooked to the beast's collar, which was a mass of metal around the creature's neck.

"Alright boys, now get the other one." Talking was hear over an intercom of course, the plane that had landed, fully aware of what was going on, at all times.

Melvin growled and woke up the instant he felt the box slam into the ground. His glowing blue eyes began to turn white, as he were covered in a rage instantly. Hooked up to his spine, and all the way down it - was in fact, a secondary spine. So though he was he usual 8 feet tall, covered in total blackness, and in his strongest form - he had a very severe handicap. He wasn't able to really control, his body. The secondary spine was white, and made of metal and strange plastics that made it capable to move. The old King could move just as fast, and be just as strong, as if it weren't there - he just wasn't able to stop himself. He was under remote control, and would be able to do nothing, to stop whatever the Leaders had in store for him.

The angry Wolf snarled when she leaned over the other box, and smelt the air around the creature. She was pumped full of rage hormones, something that made her shiver and want to tare everything closest to her - apart. Her massive ears flared up and she extended her claw, slamming it into the dead earthen ground where the King stood.

"Alright, let's see how they fair against each other, shall we?" A Leader chuckled, hitting some buttons on the control remote.

The massive blue wolf suddenly turned her head, and screamed out in a furious rage. For whatever reason, she was in sudden pain, and Melvin, who was just as confused, looked up worriedly as to why. He had no idea what was going on, nor why there was something attached to him.

"Blu? Calm down!" He yelled, trying to move towards her. Instantly he felt a shock fly up through his body, the chains attached to him shocking him hard into place, as though he'd been the bad dog.

Raphi continued to thrash in her blue wolf form, the metal pieces covering her ears radiating a nasty, loud sound into them. She threw herself at the ground and then rolled over, enraged, and blinded by her own hate. Red covered her orange eyes moments later, and she began to charge at the other creature sitting there. The chains began to give on the box, but she rolled to her side, and ripped the both of them - right out of their holds.

Melvin looked up confusedly but as soon as she got too close and slammed into him, he mysteriously moved his hands up, and grabbed her snout. His long tail curled to one side, and like a scorpion, he stabbed her - right into the side of the face. Raphi screamed out and backed off, sniffing the other creature. Melvin tried to stop himself but became confused, fighting the CNS that was now controlling his. Raphi wailed in agony and slammed her paw down, then lifted it, and grabbed onto Melvin, and lifted him into the air. She ripped him from his holds, and then a moment later - threw him straight into the plane that brought them there.

"Uh Sir, we have a problem, both beings are freed from their holds." A scientist aboard the ship would say.

"Who cares though, we have them under control, you can almost do anything to them. Almost. The King keeps trying to refute movements, and the Wolf is a bit of a problem to tame when mad, but the studies are flawless, so I must get more intel." Another would reply.

"Carry on, just watch them and don't let them fuck with the ship." The one at the front of the plane growled.

"It's interesting, I'll give ya that. First time out on the field in a while for me." The man next to him said, going over his checklist. He also flipped open the Back-Up, which was a computer that was made to hack other nearby airships, and help the main Flyer.

"It's interesting until people start dying." The other snorted.

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

[ Collab with Blu, Axel & Siax ]

Raphi and Melvin were unable to do anything to stop themselves at this point. By now, Melvin's body had been forced to shift, and change into the form of a large dragon. The dragon was larger than Raphiella's wolf form was, and held her down with ease. Though they were still being controlled, the Leaders soon realized, that the King and Queen of Oblivion, weren't so easy to tame, when in their larger forms.

Blu, stop, we have to get out of here. Melvin held down the blue wolf, and flared out his massive black wings. His head was forcefully holding down the Wolf's, as he thought directly to her. His dragon form's eyes turned from what to blue, and then Raphi's went from red, to the same blue.

Raphi snarled and pushed her tail to one side, beneath the dragon's. What is going on? I can't control my body so well. They keep making me attack you. I'm tired, and I don't wish to fight you.... She thought back. Aloud a loud sigh was heard, more like a snort from a beast that size.

That's just it, they're making us do this. We need to be strong. We know who and what we are. Let's attack them, not each other. The dragon screamed aloud, and thumped his tail into the ground, cracks appearing beneath the tail, that flared out into spears.

"Um sir, I'm getting readings of something here, could you come check this out?" One of the scientists called, to the Commanding Official.

The Commander headed back into the airship to see what was going on. "What is it then?" He demanded. "And I'm getting some sort of block, they're not responding to me."

"That's just the problem, I've been watching it too, and I'm getting the same reading they are. Somehow, they are communicating, where we can't hear what they're saying. I turned up the power on their control hubs and it's doing nothing. I say we put them down and call it a day before they destroy everything we've built here."

And they would try.

Blu and Melvin seemed to somehow sync-up with each other, preventing their machinery from controlling them. It would have appeared, that these Ancients from Zion had other abilities, that the Leaders forgot to take into consideration, if they were even aware that those things existed in the first place. Angrily the Dragon flew into the skies above, covering everything in ash as his smoldering black flames came from his mouth to the ground. The bright blue wolf seemed to stand there powering up, a large ring spinning behind her, hovering just over her back. This was the source of her power, and the ring only appeared when it was at it's fullest.

Raphiella's power released after some strange kind of glowing armor had appeared and covered her body here and there. She looked like an Ascended God, which was a term their kind knew, something kept out entirely from the Leaders. And now, with the remains of their planet destroyed, it would be a secret taken to the planet's grave. The ring that spun between her two massive wings sped up, her wings acting as some kind of balance for the power ripping from the ring, through her, into her chest. A moment later, streams of blue fire was seen coming from her jaw, slamming into the airship, colliding with the dragon's rage, and causing a very nasty explosion.

The machinery that had been implanted into Melvin and Raphiella was then fried off, however, their tracking devices were not. So the moment that plane went off-grid, Leaders had been notified, of a Code Red, which meant re-capture, or death to those responsible.

After the plane exploded Melvin and Raphi took to the air, flying off in hopes that they could elude the big ships that would eventually hunt them down. But unfortunately, they would not get far enough, as the land everywhere was flat for eons, and the skies were nothing but ash and dust. Hiding, was just not possible.

"If you guys thought you were going anywhere, you were dead wrong." A voice said, with fiery rage.

"Take 'em down, and don't fucking miss!" Another voice said, from another jet two clicks over.

Into the atmosphere flung three jets, one carrying Axel, another with Siax, then The Grinch. They were called into play, along with another airship, called STD. Since they were running tests in the area, they acted quickly, the giant fish-looking ship with about 20 tentacles hanging from it's base, responding. From the jets came rockets, which exploded upon contact, releasing huge shock-nets. Inside the nets were also tiny little bots, that slammed into the captives' skin cells, and forced them to down-shift almost instantly. This was the fate, of the King and Queen attempting to escape. There just was, no escape. Not now, not ever. The Leaders might have missed some things about them, but they had enough tech to force them down into low forms, and enough things to keep them from moving.

"Come on guys, let's round 'em up! FIRE!" Axel was heard screaming.

"NICE SHOT! Yee-haw! Alright boys let's check in with the big boss. Nero to Jets 1, 2 and 3, we got this, over." Grinch called out.

Two other jets flew by, firing rockets, and the nets were seen hitting their targets. The two beasts were tangled and shocked immediately, brought down by their own size and confusion. The Dragon had seemed to give them the most trouble for the moment, but after forcing them to shift down, and knocking them out - the Leaders were free to make their next moves.

"This is base to jets one-through-three you are cleared to return over." Nero would respond.

The massive STD airship reached down, and shoved the captives back into it's bay. Leaders would immediately swarm the area, and make sure the two were extremely sedated. After all tests were ran, and ran again, they would head back to the facility, to be locked the fuck back up. Until the time was right for more testing. Which surely wouldn't be for a while now. Nevertheless, the two would wake up right back where they started again.

And that's just how it happened.

[njigoku]

Monitors were beeping as chains were heard clinging in the background. Soft whimpers echoed through the halls of small like children that had been captured. Along one of the docks one being laid on the ground staring emotionless at the ceiling. Her emotions had been locked up for some time and it was growing confoundedly out of control. It seemed as the frontal lobe of her mind had been destroy by some kind of sharp object.  The woman wouldn’t move from her spot after being capture after running so long. She had grown tired and hungry. All that she needed was a couple more days before she would plan her escape. The problem was, these guys were making sure she didn’t. They heard of her stories, every single last one.
Jigoku was a well known escape artist and would be at one spot but gone the next. Knowing all too well to blend it, the woman would just do what she pleased. However, her hunger and energy had gotten to her. Jigoku was found lying in the dirt and dead leaves in a forest. These very things covered her, yet it wasn’t enough to keep her from being captured. The woman didn’t even put a fight up. She never does…not until she was ready to move to her next objection.

“Wake up!”
“Go fuck yourself.” She had replied in a dry dull tone.
“Keh, you think you’re going to be able to keep me away with that dry tone? Think again.”

Jigoku had grown tired of these men constantly coming in and having their way with her. Every inch of her body was aching, but she knew that it was also helping her very mind growing stronger. Come on, one more time and I can finally release the being.
You might ask who this being was, but honestly you couldn’t honestly know unless you seen the anger and rage that would flow from the female you see, she is a strange child that has always been known as a half vampire. The other half of her was a different story, which caused her to have this secret being within her. With all the machines that were being developed, boy this other side of Jigoku always had a hay day when released.

“Get your lazy ass up!” The guard grasped the woman’s arm and thrust her up. “The Leaders wish to speak to you on the upper deck.”

Jigoku only laughed while shoving the guard off and stared at him with a threatening eye. “I know what they want, and I will not tolerate their behavior. I am a free soul. I will not allow myself to work under scum such are yourself. You can try and everything, but you will not prevail at succeeding your task.”

The guard had grumbled and soon brought out something. Next thing Jigoku notice was that her head was hurting and everything was a blur. Damn it, he caught me off guard…
Occasionally, a soft groan would leave her lips whiling be dragged down the halls. Rumbling sounds could be constantly heard outside the ship. Jigoku had grown accustomed to it and found herself struggling to keep conscious while being dragged. Cold metal suddenly met her wrist and ankles.  The bitter coldness had her gasp and send shivers down her spin. It was slowly rubbing up against her skin making it a bit raw through the process.

“W-What is going on?” She demanded, with a rather weak voice.
“Sh, this won’t hurt much.” A soft hand had met the woman’s face. It was strange towards her how soft this hand was. However, it did not calm her one bit. A shock of panic filled her.
“Let me fuckin’ go!” Once more Jigoku was full of rage and awaken.
“I am sorry we cannot let you go. You are too precious to let go. A dhampire? One that is so rare such as you? It is a long time dream to capture such creatures as yourself.”
Her eyes widen went the needle sunk into her neck. A light gasp would leave her lips…everything began to go into a blur. Hours of tormenting punishment was carried out. Everything the girl stood for slowly faded. She would scream in her mind constantly, scream towards the one that would hopefully be the one to safe her.

[Ryou Half-Wit Wolf]

Quiet. It was always so quiet, and Ryou hate the quiet because he could hear every little thing that went on around him, the dripping of a tap rooms away, the tapping of the pen of the ones who looked up on him, his own heart beat that went from erratic to calm every other five fucking minuets. The only sound that ever graced his ears, that was the noises that appear in the calm and the quiet, was yelling and screaming. Mostly form him and the leaders, or lab coats as he thought pf them, fighting and trying to get ore tests from him. He would be calm through most of it, and then he would explode and try to bite their heads off or focus any of his energy. Which was difficult. Other times he would hear room what he could only assume were other beings within wherever he was with him, getting treated the same way or worse.

That was only one of the ways he could tell there was other beings. He was observant and in the testing labs he could see and smell whatever was in there before him. That was one of the disturbing things. Knowing there was other beings he had never heard of or experienced before aboard with him, going through whatever the hell he was going through.

So for now he just lay on the floor of his white cell, face first, wings folding and unfolding above him as he lay looking out the one clear wall, seeing random people pass by, a few stop to take notes on him, others rushing to get somewhere else. Is it possible to feel empty? Yes. Did he?... possibly. He wasn't really sure of that matter in all honesty. Why would he know, he didn't really know what he felt when he felt them, he just knew that his moods changed. He knew when he was angry or upset. He knew when he was less upset or less angry. But nothing more than that.

When two leaders stepped into his room, he didn't look up or even move, not until they told him to stand and began putting him in restraints. In all honesty the ones they were using weren't that strong, and he could probably break them if he put effort into it, but why try to do something when you have no idea where you are, or how you would get out of there? So he would still wait, wait until he knew exactly what to do, wait until he could find others who would be willing to work with him, and think of a way out. he followed them, his head bowed. He watched the bits of his long white hair drop own and swing in front of his eyes as he did do, he kept quiet, everything calm at the moment. He was sat down on the same table as before, in the same room as all the other day before this one, the ones that had passed.

One of the men, stared at him, trying to figure what would be good to do with him. The other was forcibly spreading out the young Half-Wits wings, measuring the span of them.
" Clyde, what's the span? " The first asked, Jotting a few this down on a chart.
" Each wing is about 6 feet, so making it a 12 ft span altogether." he replied and moved around to the front of Ryou. "What do you suppose this things age is?"
"He has a physical appearance of a 15 year old, or younger, he isn't exactly the most built. But considering he isn't human, it's hard to say. Definitely young, but more than a few centuries."
"What do you suppose we do with it?..." Ryou's pale legs hung from the table and his bare toes wiggled a little bit He wished he knew what in the hell they were talking about.

"We take a few more tests, and then decide what he will really be used for." The first answered jotting down a few things before tugging on the chain around Ryou's neck, dragging him over to some machine and then hooking him up to more, before he was pushed onto it and instructed to do something. Ryou stared blankly up at him. In return he groaned and pushed a button causing the bottom of the machine to move and on instinct, the white haired male began to run, it was a jog to him, but a run to a human.
They were testing his land speed for some reason. This went on for almost two hours, each half hour they sped up the machine, until he was full out, what was sprinting for his kind.

"...The heartbeat has only increased by 15 beats per minuet and it's breathing is pretty much the same and it's been two hours of non stop running, at speeds higher than our own." The second man, known as Clyde looked at the first man "How long do you suppose it could go for?"

"Well that's hard to tell, and how do we know it isn't just putting on a show like it always does? it's always super calm right before it tries to kill one of us. " He folded his arms "...Lets see how it's reflexes are... Get the tools."

The second man smirked and went off to the other side of the room, whatever Ryou was on was turned off and he slowly stopped running and turned to look at whatever the other was holding. It looked like a long metal like stick that had round balls on the end and metal was circled around that. Each took one and flipped a switch on the side, jolts of electricity could be seen at the tip and just to show what they could do, the first man picked up a stray piece of paper holding it to the end. It was burnt to a crisp, and Ryous eyes widened.

Placed in the center of the room, a chain around his neck connecting him to the ground. the men stepped closer and quickly touched the side of his arm, it singed and burned and was a piercing pain, that made the boy turn on his heal and swing his hand that had claws on the end, at the man who has just hurt him, trying to swipe at his arm. Of course the man stepped out of reach and Ryou snarled and hissed, as he was chocked for a moment by the leash. He felt the same jolting and burning on his calf and turned an swipe at the new threat. He wasn't thinking at the moment, it was just instinct. This continued on, and the longer it went, the quicker the men went, burning and searing his skin and wings, until he couldn't take the pain anymore, and fell to the ground, snarling whenever they came close. A few times he was lucky and as able to make a gash on the men, though it was short lived as he was punished with a higher jolt of electricity.

Soon the pain was to much, and he was burned and bloody, laying on the floor as he lost consciousness groaning something before he blacked out, the only form of black in this damned white hell. "Bastards..."

[Magical Porn Sluts]

It had been a few years since Project S.I.N. had been shut down, the bots deemed to be defective in coding. They had been stored in a holding facility aboard an airship, in a forced shut-down. But then they woke up.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Loud footsteps. Great. Not.

"Error! The bots are waking up!"

Whatever was going on could just stop. Not worth it.

Two workers rushed into the room, relieved to see the metal containment until still intact, though it was lying upon a bed rather than packed away. Assuming that someone before them had just been checking it out, they walked closer with a false sense of security.

Assholes, let me sleep.

There was a loud, screeching noise. Before the workers had any say, they were dead, metal stabbed through their chests with such accuracy and speed that they had no time to get any words out. Their deaths were instant, but it was only to be expected of Model Vice.

The bot sat on the bed, glancing down at the wreckage that had been the unit with a scowl. He had been sleeping in that? Pfft, whatever. His orange hues shifted over, surveying the mess he had created. His right arm was twisted into its mechanical state, as opposed to his left which still remained humanoid. He smirked at the sight, his arm several times the size of his body, mottled into a grotesque shape, simply a mess of mechanics. Blood had splattered around the room, pooling around the bodies and climbing its way upon his, for lack of a better term, transformed gauntlet.

"Cut the racket would ya? The fuck do you want, oh, you're dead." The bot cackled at that, jumping off the bed as his arm returned to a humanoid state, and licked the blood from his fingers. He moved to leave the room, walking over the bodies rather than around. Vice made sure to give a nice good stomp on one of their heads, pleased with the crunching sound beneath his foot.

Another worker walked calmly down the hallway, nodding at the machine.

"Hello Vice, you finally woke up. That's quite the mess."

The mechanical boy turned around with a wicked grin. "Their fault, they were too fucking loud." Heh.

"Everyone else has already reanimated." The worker tapped a pen against the clipboard that he carried in his arm. It was odd that Vice would be the last one up; he had speculated that Model Paresse would be the last to awaken.

The death machine simply nodded at the worker, following after him without a word. It wasn't as though he was whipped, he just didn't feel like talking. He'd kill the man in front of his just as he did the other two in a heartbeat, had he already known where the others were. But he didn't and that was bullshit.

A door opened and Vice walked in with a smirk. His orange eyes glanced around, surveying the others. They were all here; Jealousy, Paresse, Rage, Avaro, Edible, Orgullo, and Desir - otherwise known as; Envy, Sloth, Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Pride, and Lust. The seven deadly outcomes or Project S.I.N. And then there was him, the main goal in which characteristics exhibited by the Seven Sins, for lack of a better term, were combined within.

"Thank you~ And good-fucking-bye," laughed Vice as his left arm transformed and he knocked the worker's head clean off. What? He wasn't needed any more. The seven others laughed as well, each one with its one smirk.

They had been woken up for a reason, that much they knew. There were probably developments in the Leaders' plans for capturing and repopulating, and they, the bots, were needed to suppress those who resisted or simply to destroy the unneeded planets. They didn't mind themselves, being programmed simply for chaos and destruction. The captives, present and future, better have prepared their anuses.

[DIZ Lolburstbrb Arclight]

Comedy aside. The Half-Dead knew something bad was going to happen. Or at least, attempt to happen. Sure, it was uncommon for people to actually visit the planet, but once someone did, it was simply brushed aside. Deemed unimportant. They didn't usually have skeletal beings running around warning people there were 'things in the sky'. Now, I know you're wandering how they knew about this so called thing in the sky. They all may live underground, but that didn't mean they didn't survey the surface. It was their planet after all. Their land. Surface included. And they were planning on keeping it that way. Again you're probably thinking how the fuck they do this shit, and the answer to that question my friend is: Eye of Kilroggs.
An Eye of Kilrogg is basically a green, disembodied floating eye summoned and controlled by magic. It can move around while floating a yard or so from the ground, permitting the caster to see through it. While the eye is active, the caster is effectively in a channeling trance, so any interruption would cancel the eye. They were relatively small and were as stealthy as can be; the only downside was that they were fragile. Warlocks would send said eye to the surface to zoom around and make sure everything up there was dead and boring. Just the way they liked it.

Not today. Today was different.

They hated different.

The purple haired, still rotting corpse turned her head to her acquaintance, "You might wanna go check out what's happening."
"You mean go to the fucking surface!?"
"No! I mean go see the Warlocks, you idiot!"
"Don't call me a fucking idiot."
With a roll of her eyes, she went back to her 'fishing'. That girl had a really bad temper, and had the abilities to match that she had proved more than enough times with those fights she'd usually start in the Tavern. It was either that or she was out robbing someone or something. Eager to find out what was doing on, Dissy stood up, placed the dagger back into her boot and dusted off her leather armor which was adorned with sharpened spikes on her shoulders and boots. It also exposed her midriff and showed off her cleavage. Can't forget about sex appeal. Where would we be without sex appeal? Hah hah hah. See look, i'm funny.

She calmly made her way over to the stone stairs that were fashioned all around the place. They just went up and up and up, stopping at about 118 different floors before it reached to the 'ceiling' of the city. And even after you reached the 'ceiling' of the city you were still unbelievably deep underground. Oh! And if you're wondering about how these guys see underground, they had torches scattered about with green 'fire' dancing around at the end of 'em ( the mysterious green fluid that ran throughout the city glowed as well, so that offered some light. Not much, however). There weren't many of those things anyway, because they had grown accustomed to the darkness and found no need for it. Three quarters of the population didn't even have eyes. So it didn't matter to begin with.

It seemed like hours with the pace she was going at before she finally reached the Magic Quarter, located in the northeastern parts of the Undercity. In reality it was more like half an hour, but whatever. The first thing she saw was a bunch of Lichen Warlocks channeling some sort of spell in a circle. Ah, yes. The Eye of Kilrogg spell. She could tell by the green-ish glow that emitted from the circle. Without warning, she wandered over. Her Half-Dead existence did earn her special attention. Mainly for the fact they wanted to keep her 'satisfied' so they could constantly study her without worry. But that was all they did-- study. Examine from afar. If they got too close or did something she didn't like they were inevitably 'slaughtered.' By slaughtered I mean Dissy pulled them apart and started smacking bones against other bones until she gave up and walked away which was the time they put themselves back together again. "So, what's going on guys?" When one of them opened their mouth to reply, all that came out was harsh, ear-raping noises and whispers. Which Dissy 'understood'. The girl's blue eye's widened in shock and even interest as they continued on. Spitting out incomprehensible intel.

Now, I don't mean to brag or anything, but these guys were like the 'elders' of the population. They knew a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. The information they were giving her at his very moment was... distressing. They weren't so much giving her information at this point, but orders. It was surely dangerous, but nothing she couldn't handle, right?

.... Right?

-laughs- Of course she could handle it you total dickweed. (Notreally)

With a salute she was gone, disappearing into the darkness of the city. She was given strict orders, and she was planning on carrying them out...

Her way of course.

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Reaching the surface was no easy task itself. The 'elevator' was a bitch to ride on. And it was uncertain whether the bloody thing would even hold her weight. It was old, damaged and hadn't been used in years. But so far, so good. Truth be told, Dissy was quite excited to visit the surface for the first time. But nervous. She had lived her entire life underground. Only hearing stories about it from a few that actually bothered to remember what it looked like. They always described it to be so dull. Perhaps it was fucking dull and boring-- but the surface wasn't her main priority here. She needed to 'inspect' this floating big thing in the sky. Apparently Eyes of Kilrogg's weren't enough anymore and they had to send her up there. Why they sent her instead of someone else was beyond her. Probably because she was the only one gutsy enough to do it.

Her thoughts were cut short for the end of her elevator ride was here. Which consisted of her springing out of the 'ground' and banging into a large rock along the way. "Fuck!" It seemed like she was always banging into shit nowadays. Ugh. Stumbling onto all fours, she rubbed the back of her head and cast her gaze upwards into the sky. It was so... bright and... blurry? She shielded her eyes as she sprung up to her feet, kicking a small rock out of the way. Dissy coughed a little bit from the toxins in the air. They were thicker in here than they were in the Undercity. But whatever, she'd manage. So far, no 'big thing in the sky'. Just a whole bunch of blurs and brightness. Yuck. But she spoke too soon, as the sound of engines reached her ears. But she was quick to hide. Befriending the shadows and using it to conceal herself. What the FUCK was that noise!? Her brilliant blue eyes darted around, finally landing upon a giant fucking ship. And that giant fucking ship didn't look too friendly. Ooh, so that was the 'big thing in the sky..'. Her eyes narrowed. It wasn't really doing anything.

It wasn't until she turned around that surprise shot through her body for a split second. A band of armed soldiers were right there. But it was safe to say her gasp gave her away, much to the soldiers enjoyment. They opened fire almost immediately-- a scare tactic more like. Her fright was replaced with adrenaline the second they opened fire. But long story short, Dissy disappeared from their line of sight. But she wasn't going to simply run away and hide even if she was fully capable of so, oh no... She had to fight. She had to kill. Simply to prove that she was superior and these assholes were dirt. That is what she believed.  The band of soldiers shifted their guns around, wondering were their beautiful young Fräulein had ran off to. Surely she wasn't about to escape, they wouldn't allow it. Believe it or not for the brief second they laid eyes on her they just had to have her.

What a shame.

Suddenly, out of fucking no where, a corroded chain flew out of the darkness of under a sheet of unidentified material and around the neck of a soldier, instantly engulfing him into the blackness. He let out a blood curdling scream, but was silenced soon after. His comrades decided to aim towards the unknown. Surely it was her, but they chose not to open fire, they didn't want to harm the precious thing after all... too badly anyway. It wasn't until the dude's head met his brothers feet that a minuscule feeling of fear ran through them. Then out came the Half-Dead. Slowly and gracefully with a grim smile on her deathly pale face. Blood smeared across her top-half and gradually seeping out from the darkness located behind her to her feet. Presumably that blood was from the soldier she just beheaded through an unknown method.

But that was only one soldier.
Where's the fun in killing just one?

"Oooh, what do we have here? Extra scrumptious young playthings straight out of life and into my planet? Mmm... you smell exotic, little boys, like fabric softener dew on freshly mowed Astroturf. Oh, I'm not frightening you, am I, ducklings?" Her words confused them.

She used this to her advantage and executed her next move. Which consisted of her rapidly spinning in place which lasted for 2.5 seconds, throwing a barrage of up to 30 daggers at the closest enemies within range. Which just so happened to be these guys. Each dagger dealt magic damage which melted directly through the armor and began eating away at their flesh, much like maggots chewing merrily at dead flesh, followed by reducing any regeneration or any incoming healing by 50%. The grievous wounds were agonizing, if it wasn't already clear by their screams. That was a mistake on her part. She should have made the deaths quick and silent, as to not draw attention, but the twitching, squealing soldiers on the ground were drawing attention. Not good attention. Dissy couldn't help it. She longed to hear the screams of the living ring in her ears for once. She was never able to actually 'kill' something in her underground home. She snickered, pushing any logical thoughts aside as she fell down onto one knee and reached down, clamping her hand around the throat of a dying victim as she sank her nails into his flesh. He was already choking on the toxins in the air. Psh, they were so useless when their 'armor' was destroyed.

"I'll tell you a secret, my dear... This planet, is a dead planet. Do you know what this means?" As soon as he attempted to spit out a witty comeback, she tightened her grip on his throat. Threatening to pierce the skin. "This means, the planet is not inhabited by living beings; not capable of sustaining life. And when living beings set foot on this planet, do you know what happens? They... fucking...  DIE. Ahah! But, you see, you see- No, i'm gonna chill for a moment. Do you ever just wonder about death sometimes, bro? If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed it the fuck up? Heh, it's some crazy bullshit, ain't it?" All she received was a whine, to which she laughed. "It's funny, yeah? You DARE come to my home, and then ya'know, you don't just chill for a bit. I find that very FUCKING rude, you know that?" The girl was just talking to herself at this point, considering the soldier she was holding was already dead. Turns out she 'accidentally' crushed his neck while she was talking. "Fucking useless piece of SHIT." She threw the corpse to the ground, violently. "Why the fuck did you die when I was talking to you? Did you not hear me talking to you? I was trying to have a PEACEFUL FUCKING CONVERSATION. FUCKING COCKSUCKER. Unbelievably fucking rude." She raised her boot and crushed his head underneath it, only to continue stomping on the mess out of pure anger. "Looks like it's time to change your character, mate. Try not to pick a shitty one this time!" Her fit was ended short after a tranquilizer dart to the neck happened out of fucking nowhere. She could feel her eyes start to fall heavy as she stumbled forward, hitting the ground below with a loud thump. Wh- What the fuck is going on? Her body was working on fighting the sedative, but the 'alive' part of her wasn't too familiar with this... thing and was having trouble. The last thing she saw was the crowding of soldiers. To which she impetuously flipped off before everything went black.

Fuck.

[The Azure Dox]

Somewhere aboard the High Ranking Leader Ships in space...

"Sir, you're gonna wanna hear this...." A tall male in a white suit would say.

"What is it now? What could possibly be so goddamned important that you have to disturb me while I'm taking a shit!" Another male bitched from, well, the shitter.

"Here, check this out." A tablet-looking machine was slid beneath the door, to the higher Official's feet. He reached down and grumbled, picking it up, and extending the radio antenna. "What the fuck.....?"

6 Solar Systems away from the Facility, and 2 to the right~

"DOXY! DOXY! DOXY! DOXY!"

The chanting was unmistakeable. All of the twisted beings on this planet, were fanboys of the very stark-naked Time-Traveling Screw-Head Leader, with no pants on, only a lab jacket. And right now, atop a hot mess of nuclear fallout, the man stood, with too much pride. Everywhere mutant people with 3 to 5 dicks, and 4 arms, stood there chanting, thumping their tails if they had any. And when Doxy hit the mic, immediately they were all silent. Home sweet home.

"I've brought you guys a God, and I wish him to be worshiped as you have done so for me for all these eons! I do not wish to trouble you, only wish that you come quietly, kneel, and take him as your higher power. I only wish that you continue to sacrifice your youths to me, so that I may correct their malfunctions, and make them better men, and sexier women!" Doxy said, loudly, over the fallen buildings. It was starting to look like Fallout 3 all over again. What a shit human game, Doxy had no idea why the fuck he'd ever played it...

Everyone chanted, and kneeled as they did so. Getting down on the dirt, pieces of metal, down on their dicks... and fell completely silent in some strange state of prayer. When Doxy was satisfied, he bowed his head and smirked, then turned around to the hovering Leader Airship, that had brought them their new... "God"..... or whatever the fuck it was.

"And now, I give to you! HIM!" Doxy threw his right hand up dramatically, as the ship landed in the dust and dirt, blowing it back all over the felled beings there. They slowly looked up, cautiously and nervously, as the Leader Airship planted its "feet" into the grounding.

A long door slid upwards, opening wide and allowing a very massive creature to be seen in plain view. Everyone gasped, and awed at this ferocious beast, that seemed to howl and groan as it dragged it's way towards the planet's inhabitants...

"Is that what I think it is?" The man on the shitter was asking real far from there.

The other man nodded and groaned. "Yup. He's amassing and army, feeding them breeding them... and now they even have a 'god'.....just what the fuck is he doing." The other male groaned and ran his hand through his hair.

"This is fucking retarded."

Back on the Planet~

"THIS IS THE GOD! THE MAN WITH NINE DICKS, AND SIX ASSHOLES! HAHA!" Doxy announced, as all of the intel made it's way towards everyone. "You will bow before him and show him the utmost respect for he was created by me, and perfected, BY ME." Doxy continued to yell.

The being with nine Dz and six Az made his way through the crowed of 'lesser' beings. Everyone 'ooooh'd' and 'awwwe'd' at this fiend still, making Doxy rather proud of himself, and more fond of the situation. And even more... fucking turned the hell on. He clasped his hands together, and then took a deep, but proud breath. Slowly exhaling he made another final announcement.

"And now, my dear beloved nation.... THE SACRIFICES!!!" He screamed. "EVERYONE MUST PREPARE THEIR ANUS! EVERYONE!"

Yuuup, dude was way too fucking excited for this. WAY too fucking excited.

People began to run and scatter at the sound of a sacrificial task. It was normal for these creatures. They had so much nothing, and now they even had less. Every few years or eons, whatever they were bred out and taken by the Leaders and into the Floating Facility. And they didn't always get to come back, unless it was Doxy doing all the work. Which is why they volunteered themselves to him immediately almost every time. Because they knew that he'd bring them back. And they were happy to have a forgiving God. But now, they had an actual Go, according to Doxy, who was ....well. Rather revolting.

Tentacles flying all about the place, the Man with 9 Dicks and 6 Assholes reached out and grabbed people left and right. All the while they were forced to succumb to violations of the obvious kind, where their assess and mouths were used for horrendous notions not dare described about to anyone. Doxy would throw his head back and laugh proudly, watching the man attempt to cover their asses, or the females attempt to keep their legs shut. The Guy with 9 Dicks and 6 Assholes would howl and laugh, flinging semen out everywhere all over this terrified audience.

Back in that Airship - Guy's still on the Shitter btw~

"What the flying fuck is going on? My brain it hurts so badly right now."

The other man would groan and look back at his TVs, playing the same images throughout the ship. "My life hurts right now. That Doxy is the craziest fucking Leader I've ever come into contact with. How the fuck's he certified?" The other man was laughing by now, something that almost everyone was probably doing, by now.

"Fuck if I know." The first man said, finally done shitting.

Oh yeah, this was going to be one fucking hell of a day for all Leaders forced to check planets.

[deathwing.a]

[Collab with Jig because I fuckin' can bitches]

Pacing back and forth, the woman sneered and grumbled. Echoes of the woman's screams would flow around the darkness. Give me a fuckin' break and just let me out you little wretch Akasha impatience was growing bit by bit. Not only was Jig getting the aches and pain, but the woman could feel the pain within her own body. How irritating it was knowing that the only person that kept you alive, was the one slowly getting beaten to death. Twirling the blade that no one could possibly, the female whirled around as images of the Scientist and Nurses flashed through her eyes. They think they can destroy her by simply sticking things within her? To break her spirit and mind? Please, with all the sexual in-tusion that had implanted in her... Akasha was growing more and more impatience, but a sly smile would slip around her lips. Energy within her began to slowly build up as she felt her mind and soul slowly slipping into Jig's body.

"Please let me go! I...I have nothing you want!" The female whimpered while looking away. Not even realizing that Akasha was slowly slipping out to over take her body. "Don't do that! You'll regret it if you continue forth!" Jig continued to whimper as the cold metallic metal pierced her flesh.

Stubborn girl, always getting yourself in trouble...I knew I shouldn't have let you lock me away like you did. You need me, and I need you. That has always been the deal. Have a problem with this, then that is too bad my dear. Not release me and I can show you the true power within.

Akasha felt the fear build up within Jig. A soft chuckle would leave her lips while her hand slowly slipped into the form. Slowly, she lift the hand and caress the doctor that was about to penetrate the already sore feminine genitals.  Even though she was trapped to this cold metal table, Akasha managed to send fear down the male's spine by just staring into his eyes to the very soul.

"So you are willing to give in by sending fear into me? You have been mistaken, child."
"Why would I want to send fear, when all I wish is to give pleasure. Akasha cooed while staring up at him. Within the back of her mind, she could hear Jig screaming for her to just get out of there. She already knew why. Deep within the womb was a child that would be born, yet not alive. You see Jig and Ak, ever since they had been bounded together, no child had been able to survive and be born. With this intel, it was damn sure that these people will eliminate the young woman. Akasha was sure not going to let that happen. "I think, it is time you learn your place. Instantly, the woman's hand shot out of the straps towards the male's neck. Blood splattered over the metal and the clothing. Shock was in his eyes when life left him.

Tossing him aside, the woman slid off slowly and licked her lips so lightly. A small groan of pleasure of the bitter taste that filled her tongue, left her lips. Akasha slowly opened her eyes towards the others. Her lips slowly curved into a sadistic smile while tilting her head to the side a bit. "Do you really plan to kill me? When you possibly need me?

Nurses, Guards, and Scientist stared at one and another. Each of them would turn toward the woman that seemed to be paler than before. Crimson colored eyes with a tint of golden yellow gleamed towards them. Strange markings would wrap around the right side of the face down the neck to the left arm. Akasha knew then, this was a war that she did not wish to be in. The smell was horrifying. Fear was wrapped within every object within the facility. Mmm...this is so delicious, all the fear and pain...it is where I wish to be...but I must let you survive. I will not tolerate them taking advantage of you. You are mine. Akasha's eyes flashed toward them as her lips continued to grow into a twisted grin. Her hands slowly lift as the medicine began to wear off.
"One...two...I'm coming for you...three...four...you better lock your door...five...six...better stay up late...seven...eight...what is behind you... Akasha vanished in front from there as they peek behind them. She threw down their own sedates down the throats as the screams began. Of course she felt the pleasure of the agonizing pain of the people. The woman couldn't help while ripping the very flesh of the beings before. Hell, she managed to torment one before fuckin' them until their dick couldn't hold it in. They sure did die a pleasant death. As the alarms went off, AK slowly turned to see a group of people before her. Blood was dripping down her frail pale skin. Licking her lips, the woman turned toward them offering herself towards them. "You sure you wish to do that? You still need me, I can tell. You are curious. I will give what you want...under a certain circumstance."

What everyone didn't know is that Akasha will do anything to free herself from imbeciles that caught her. Whatever was to come...these being will be the ones that will suffer for the consequences, and the deaths to come.[/b]

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

A few days later...

Melvin sat up and scratched his head. His vision was blurred, and he felt overly disorientated, and completely confused. How the fuck did he get here?

Where am I? How the actual fuck did I get here?

What "here" was, was not the same place that he remembered. In this place, there were nothing but cement walls, floors, and a cemented ceiling. There were no signs of white, no Leaders bustling around him trying to poke and prod - nothing. Where the fuck was he? It was so quiet, he could almost hear himself thinking. Well, he could, the more he focused on it, the louder it got. And the louder it got, the harder he began to scream and cover his ears. What the fuck was going on?! Where was everyone?

Confusion - I'm confused. I mean... what the... hell is going on? Where are all the people? Stupid Leaders, fuck this shit.

A moment later, a strange alarm was heard. There was a flashing light just outside the old King's door, that was barred-off and shared some visibility. Though, the only thing that he could see through the barred doors, was another cement wall, the slate grey wall confusing him. He was so used to everything being white. Why was this region grey? Was he rescued from non-Leaders? No, impossible, they were both caught the other day on that Dead Planet. Right? Or was that all just a dream? Was he dreaming now?

Okay there has to be a reason for this.

I'm not where I used to be, this is a different area. Dead Planet maybe? No can't be.

Fuck. I can't breathe. My hearts racing. SON OF A BITCH.

Ow, my fucking head... it's going to fucking explode! Fuck my life!

Thoughts were just piling on up, and soon, Melvin blacked right the fuck back out from a stress attack.

The room that Melvin was in, was called one of the many Breeding Houses. There, they attempted to take the strongest creatures, and breed them off with others, to try and weed out all of the weakness. To, in a sense, build some strange kind of Super-Race, of Leader slaves. It would better their chances of production and harvesting for the Leaders when they came to gather their resources for their occupied planets. And well, Melvin here, was one of the perfect candidates. So far they had done nothing but lock him up in the Housing area, hook him up to machines, and monitor him rather closely. The only reason this section was gray, was because the walls were cement, and painting them was a total bitch.

That, and the Leaders like to remember this area, for what it was.

"Sir, are you almost ready to prepare everything for the others? This one seems to have trouble staying awake." A voice said.

Another replied as he cleared his throat. "Never-mind him for now, just give him something to stimulate him, and continue with the others."

"Yes Sir, and what about Doxy? That buffoon is still fucking off on the other Planets."

"Leave him, he's got another thing coming if he thinks all he's going to be doing is attaching multiple dicks on people. As for everyone else, I want the strongest creatures sedated. They keep attempting to escape, and the Boss is sick of their shit. From here on out, like we do here: If one tries anything, you knock them the fuck out. Whatever it takes. We only need each of them for breeding, after that they're all completely disposable. All we need is the DNA, we can work with the rest just fine."

And so the fun would truly begin again for them all.

[Salvation Arclight]

[ Collab with Christopher Arclight ]

A few days had passed, and things were completely worse than they were anything else.

A female with silver hair would awake to find herself laying in one of those strange rooms, where there was absolutely nothing inside, other than a white mattress with black stripes down the sides of it. The female, originally a male, would do nothing but stare at the ceiling in some strange daze, not even caring that the doors to the room were sliding open. There, laying in nothing but an almost see-through white gown, was Chris, who was too damned drugged to move, let alone make sense of anything. To the amusement of the many, the person who was tossed into the room, was his older twin brother, who was that of a taller Angelic male, who (for now) was reduced to his original self.

Salvation hated the way that he looked. His eyes were still red, but his blue hair had been stolen by the silver of his lower formation. They had loaded this Angel up with so many drugs, that not even his wings dared to show themselves right now. He was forced into his lesser form, just like his brother, who was laying on some mattress, completely gone mentally. Sal pushed his hair back off of his shoulders, then cracked his neck, and his fingers. A familiar threat of "do this or he dies" rang into his head, and a smirk then crawled over his lips.

Unlike the younger brother, the older one truly enjoyed tormenting people. He also enjoyed being subjected to torment, as pain seemed to heighten everything for him, essentially turning him right the fuck on. It wasn't something that many uncovered or knew about, in fact, back where Salvation came from, no one did so much as ask. People feared him. And though the Leaders knew almost everything about their captives, and fought to control them as they did, they were still feared creatures. Had they not been, the Leaders wouldn't have been drugging them all the fucking time.

Three days had passed, and this had gone on each day. Whether or not his younger brother was awake, Salvation had fucked him. The Leaders wanted to create something of true power, and well, this was one interesting way to do it. They had talked of just breeding Chris out to whomever, even turning him into a whore and forcing him to do as Nero the Cat-Girl had done for eons. But Salvation had taken it upon himself to personally torture his brother, which amused the Leaders enough to let only Sal, into the kid's room.

And in the exchange for the two staying together, Salvation pretty much did whatever it was that was asked of him, for these Leaders. Which included anything from beating the living shit out of his brother, to giving secret intel on the other Planets and Kingdoms, to the Leaders. So they knew what they were up against. It seemed like a small price to pay for Salvation, since he truly cared for no one anyhow, aside from his bitch brother, who was always crying or running from something.

The female laying on the mattress didn't look totally female. She looked more like a boy, who was just turned into one, which is exactly what had happened. She was still Salvation's brother, and he still treated Chris like that was so anyhow. Salvation wandered over to his brother slowly, and eyed him for a long while. Chris seemed to be lost in some strange daze, staring off into an endless amount of nothingness. He made no sounds other than a occasional moan, while Salvation touched him, and rubbed his face against his brother's. Hissing and biting the kid's neck, Salvation pushed his brother's legs apart, then entered him rather forcefully, like he always had.

The sensations were surely different, and Chris felt like they were wrong. Even through the drugged daze he whimpered, not wanting his brother inside him like that. But there of course, was nothing he could do to stop it, and Salvation was rather enjoying himself for the time passing. Taking the boy's legs and pushing them upwards as they bent, Sal continued to screw the life out of his brother, who howled loudly, and fell into the darkness that was true euphoria. Everywhere around them there were cameras, not that Salvation cared at all. In fact, he smirked at those watching, proud of himself, and his manly appearance.

It wasn't but an hour later, until Salvation was done with the lesser Angelic twin. He had gotten his brother to get off so hard that he wailed out as he came, making Salvation laugh proudly. He backed up off the kid, who panted and looked up at his brother. The boy called out to his lover, begging him to stay. He hadn't remembered anything from the past three days that had evaporated, and thought himself to be alone always. Salvation only smirked, a sick and twisted feeling coming over him as he pulled up those plain white pants. He reached down and lifted his brother to his feet, and held him for the moment. Kissing him lovingly and deeply, the bigger Angel purred, whispering to his lesser half.

What is going to happen to me when this works...? Chris wondered, not saying a word out loud. His eyes were barely even able to stay open. And he was slightly bleeding from between his legs, down his thighs.

You're probably going to turn into a Breeder like the rest of the cattle here. And you'll either keep getting it from me, or be whored out to the rest of the scum that lives here. That is, until I find a fucking way out of here. Sal thought back, growling as he ran his fingers through the shaking Angel's hair.

I don't want to be stuck here! They can't do this! Aren't we strong enough to fight them? I don't like fighting, but I don't like this...

Oh my dear pathetic younger brother... that's not the way things work here. You know this very, very well... I will do what I can for you my brother. But you'd best give me a child, so that you can rest from being a slut, for a while. Salvation hissed. He looked down Chris's shirt and reached up and rubbed his chest. So strange seeing you this way, but sickly, I kind of like it. You're more pathetic this way. It suits you haha! He thought, smirking aloud. His red eyes narrowed and glowed against his own silvery hair.

These fucking Leaders didn't know it, but Salvation had a plan. And there was no fucking way he was going to tolerate staying there.

[Vice]

Captain V sat lazily in his chambers. A large view port sat in front of him that let him lookout at his crew below. A small smirk played lazily across his lips as he watched the men and woman of Truths Furry dance and sing. They were celebrating their latest victory, and for good reason. The amount of valuables and weapons they had managed to plunder had been substantial. His crew had fought excellently, not even a single casualty, and only a few minor injuries. They were getting close, soon they would be ready for the ultimate test, but that would come with time.

Captain V took a lazy puff of his cigarette and looked down at the young woman who sat next to him, her head draped lazily against his outstretched arm. She had done exceptionally well during the battle, killing more then her fair share of enemies. Her improvement over the past several months had been nothing short of miraculous and she had proven herself to be an asset on multiple occasions. The crew took well to her as well, her rough attitude and ability to kick most of their asses made her a valuable team member. Captain V watched her for a moment longer. Her eyes were fixed on Lu, who was leaning on the side of the deck, somehow managing to smoke a cigarette through his helmet. She seemed weary of him, probably due to her good survival instinct. "He makes you nervous, doesn't he?"

Emmy looked up rather suddenly, as if just remembering that she was sitting in the captain's private quarters, and was using his arm as a pillow. She smiled uncertainly. For a moment Captain V could tell that the young lady was thinking about lying, or playing dumb, but there would be no point in that. "Yes, he does. Its like being trapped in a room with a supposedly tame predator. You never really know if you can trust them." V seemed to consider her comment for a moment before nodding. "That's a pretty spot on description of the situation." He said easily. "In all honesty, he's probably the most deadly person on the ship." Emma raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"What, are you saying hes stronger then you? The all powerful captain?" She asked, an inquisitive and slightly mocking tone creeping into her voice. Captain V laughed and shook his head a little. "I said hes more deadly, not stronger."

Emma's stare became inquisitive as she studied the captains face for a moment. "Whats the difference?"

"It means in a fight, I can probably kick his ass. But he's more likely to kill me if he gets the chance. He's not the type to take prisoners."

Emma's eyes drifted back out towards the courtyard as her mind processed the captains words. "But you still think he can be trusted?" V nodded for a moment before smiling confidently once more. "I would trust him with my life. There is no doubt he's a predator, but hes a loyal predator. He wouldn't be on my ship if he wasn't loyal." Emma nodded, accepting his statement, although V could tell that it didn't do much to lower her concerns about the first mate.

"How did he end up on the ship anyways? I wouldn't think someone like him would end up being a pirate." Captain V looked out over the darkness that surrounded the ship, as if he was considering whether or not to tell her the story. Finally, he sat up slightly before continuing. "He tried to kill me. He was sent by a rather pissed off and incredibly rich CEO who wanted me dead for robbing one of his cargo ships. He paid Lu a large fortune to take me out, even payed in advance. A bad idea, in hindsight. Anyways, Lu tracked me to a smugglers port where I was gathering supplies for my next venture. He attacked me out of nowhere, would have killed a normal man in his first strike. I managed to dodge and then we fought. For over an hour we beat the living fuck out of each other. He almost killed me at the end, managed to cut off my right hand." As if to emphasize his last statement, V raised his hand and wiggled his fingers slightly. When Emma raised an eyebrow at him he laughed and stated simply. "It got better."  

"Anyways, he thought he had me which was the only mistake I've ever seen him make. I managed to surprise him just before he killed me and knocked him out cold. When he came too I had him surrounded and bound. I gave him two options. Get shot in the head, or join me as my first mate and help me do what no one had ever before managed. He thought about it longer then you'd think, but eventually he agreed to join me, and he's been completely loyal ever since."

Emma studied the captain for a moment, unsure of what to make of the story she had just been told. "You know, that story was kinda vague...and a little hard to believe." The captain let out a hardy laugh and nodded. "I know, but its true. And there are some details your better off not knowing."

"So whatever happened to that wealthy CEO." Emma asked curiously.

"Oh him, I paid him a visit after the attack. I thanked him for sending me my new first mate, and then beat him to death with his own arm." V said, in an all too nonchalant manner. Emma studied him for just a moment before laughing. "Now that, I believe." The too laughed together for a moment. Each simply enjoying the moment. The sound of a knock on the Captains door brought the pair back to reality. The captain patted Emma's leg lightly before standing. "Speak of the devil. Go on downstairs and have fun with the rest of the crew. Me and Lu have some business to discuss." Emma stood slowly and stretched a little, before offering the captain a quick salute. "Aye Aye Capin!" She said with a smile. She exited the Captain's chambers, offering Lu a quick salute before going downstairs to join the rest of the crew.

"Having fun?" Lu asked in a deep and cool voice.

"Always, but not that kind of fun." V said, motioning for Lu to enter. "She did well on our last mission, I asked her what she wanted as a reward, she said she wanted to have a personal drink with the Captain." V said easily as he pointed towards a pair of wine glasses sitting on a nearby table.

"I see. Still I must say I'm surprised. Shes quite attractive."

"She is indeed, but shes young. And I dont need the problems that come with being young, beautiful, and dangerous." Lu shrugged a little. "Compared too you, most people are young." V smiled and nodded a little. "Regardless, I shouldn't be fooling around with the new pilot." V said, letting his words sink in as he took another sip of his drink.

It was impossible to read Lu, but V felt as if he could understand his first mate better then most by this point. He could see the slight change in the mans stance, and knew that he had piqued his interest. "That would imply we need one. And seeing as you are always the one who pilots the ship, I'm guessing that that means your planning to be gone for a time."

V nodded slightly, his eyes wandering out into the eternal darkness of space that surrounded them once more before explaining. "That last ship we raided had the information I needed. I found the facility, and I know what the leaders are doing. They're collecting creatures, mostly for breeding purposes. But the facility also operates as a hub of leader information. I'm sure they'll have what I need. His location is a highly guarded secret, but if its anywhere, it'll be there."

Lu said nothing for a moment, but V could almost feel the power of the mans glare from under his helmet. "Please dont tell me your planning too...."

"Yes, I'm going to get captured by the leaders, on purpose."

[Axel x Siax]

Home Base 9

The Grinch casually walked into Home Base 9, with a smug over his lips. He had just gotten done fine-tuning one of the ships, better used for racing with the rest. This one was one of the finest, and best ships the Leaders had ever made. And it's name was Project RA. RA stood for "Racing Airship" and although the name seemed kind of plain for what it looked like, and for what it did - it meant a lot more than what it sounded like. After working on the internal HUB, and making sure that the wiring was correctly connected to it's brain (A normal check that happened once a week, since large living mechs often picked at their selves for a number of reasons), the Grinch simply strolled back into their lair, and then found the Quarters, and sat down.

He picked up a controller, and began to play Future Warfare, a game for the system called the SEXBOX720. One of the greatest systems ever made, this system came with tons of "games" that were based around what the Leaders had to do. It was also good practice mentally, for any tests that they may or may not have within the decade.

Nero was hard at work with his computer. Always sitting there hacking new mainframes, he casually pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, and then continued typing codes into the laptop like a mad man. His perfectly dressy collared shirt complimented him well, for wearing almost nothing but white. He had a selfish look to him, but at the same time - he was a bit of a beautiful creation. Sometimes the other Leaders talked amongest each other (specifically Base 8 because they're assholes) and smirked at the idea of Nero being super old for a Leader, just a bot that had Nero's brain shoved inside. Because it was like he'd never aged a day over 29.

"Whoo man, almost missed that kill, good thing I still have my instincts about me." Grinch said with a gleeful laugh. He popped the trigger another six times, sniping every enemy from the game. They looked like real people, real creatures. And they were strangely on ...Dead Planets...

Another voice entered the strangely tan-colored room, with darker-toned furniture. And it was the voice of the team's assassin. "Well, well, well... and you couldn't even wait for me?" The sadistic smile over Sapphire's lips was disgusting. And more irrelevant to the situation, was the fact that Axel was standing in the corner of the room, flipping him off the moment he'd walked in. "Axel, such hard feelings." He smirked.

Siax, Axel's well-known boyfriend, wandered back into the room, with only his white pants on. Normally these Leaders wore black beneath their white coats, simply because they were rebels. But no, for now, Siax was in white, and how dashing he did look in such a lack of color. His frosty hair was suddenly standing on his neck however, when he realized that Sapphire and Axel were now eying each other up with hate. He swallowed hard and still managed to scurry his way over to his mate, his bluish tail not-so-playfully flicking, as he moved behind Axel, and put his right hand on his fiery companion's shoulder.

"You wanna start something right now shithead? I've got about a hundred captives, what's a hundred more, maybe I'll throw you in with them? Or maybe I'll come off and sell you to one of them Pirate Fucks trying to get into the other bay 600 clicks over." Axel growled, clenching his fists. He was always rearin' to go, and right now, he was fucking pissed off.

Axel and Sapphire had never truly gotten along, "brothers" or not.

Sapphire ran his fingers through his cold blue hair and grinned. "Is that all Axel? perhaps-" In a flash Sapphire was in Axel's face, butterfly blade to his throat, hand in his hair. "you should learn to keep that fiery mouth of yours - shut!"

In the background, "Hey you wanna do something about them or should I?" the Grinch was asking, still shooting people, now with his character in a jet (in the game).

"Don't hurt Axel!" Siax hissed, his blue eyes almost glowing. He wore a very nasty grin, as he was protective, though he didn't often fight.

Nero moved his reading glasses from his nose to his head with the push of his right index finger. He looked up from his computer long enough to make a point, and then scolded them like a big brother would.

"Guys, not in here. I'm trying to get this shit handled. We've had a leak at one of the Central Mainframes down in Solar System Ulria, and I'm trying to send back-up. So unless you want to clean up a vomiting computer system, I suggest you act somewhat cival. Or get your ass over there and check it out. Lately there have been rebels trying to attack us when we're not looking. So how about instead of fighting each other, you take them down." He snarled, turning back to his work.

Sapphire backed off and Axel glared at him, just daring him to make another move. But he didn't, and only nodded smugly, and walked back out of the room.

"I'll have a look see at those rebels Nero.... Just you wait for the reports later..." He hissed, yet still managing a bit of respect for the Computer God.

Axel growled and pushed some of his long red hair back over his shoulder. He took Siax's hand and led them over to the couch, where Nero was sitting. An ottoman wasn't far from there, closer to the TV where Grinch was sitting playing his game.

"What's gotten into him lately? And Axel, you're so not helping his moods." The Grinch said. "But on another note, I had to work on Project RA again, I found a few minor errors. I still need to figure out how to wire the Key to the thing. The networking needed to make the Ship go, is in Subject Prick's tail." He groaned and paused the game, rubbing his eyes, then turning around to face the rest. "Also, what you said about those Pirates? I got a transmission the other day saying that there were some nearby. Think they're a threat to us?" He wondered, his 5:00 shave looking like hell as he spoke.

"Since when are you concerned about other things becoming a threat?" Siax asked, hissing, and sitting down beside Axel, who was still clearly thinking about pounding Sapphire's face in. He purred and gently began to nuzzle Axel's throat, hoping to get a rise out of him from beneath his black leathery pants.

Nero, still typing on his computer, gave a nod. "He's right though. Lately we've been taking hits all over the stratospheres. Unfortunately the larger planets that we're placing a lot of our Computer Units on, have been taking hits due to the fact that there are meteors constantly raining down  -for some areas, and due to the fact that lately, we've come into a bit of a problem with Rebels hacking Leader ships."

"Yeah but just how the fuck are they doing that? I mean, I heard the other day through the grape vine that some assholes in Base 5 and a few in Base 7, caught a mass of rebels blowing up some of the Towers that we have our hardware stocked in. Once one of those goes down? A lot of the responding authority in that area goes down. If they figure that out, and start hitting more of those towers, on whatever planets, this could potentially be a fucking mess." Axel spat, then lighting a smoke from the pack in his pocket. He snapped his fingers, the gloves he wore over his hands, forming a spark and then fire on contact.

Siax growled and looked over to the other three. "The only reason Base 5 is having issues is because their boss is a mad scientist that likes to put dicks on people as apposed to doing his fucking job."

Nero sighed and closed his computer. "If this keeps happening, it will start a war. And starting a war is dangerous for a lot of reasons, but I think we can handle it. There are ten bases at our disposal, plus whatever the Uppers want to throw in. And we can start taking people that we've placed on Leader Planets, and demanding the Converts fight against the rebels."

Axel grinned. "Just tell them that we'll take them away from their families - again. And then that will be enough for them to get up and fight. We'd have a large enough draft where those fucking rebels and strays wouldn't know what hit 'em! I'm just more pissed off to hear that a lot of the Ex-Leaders that escaped in the past, are manning up with them and that's how they're getting to us."

The Grinch stood up and stretched. "We got this. One... by ...one."

[njigoku]

Jig was lying within the empty space of her mind. Akasha had locked her away for a time. This had caused the woman to worry about what was going out with her form. It was disgusting that the woman had to depend on her maniacal sister. They haven't been separate just yet, but some reason every time they do, Akasha always gets herself into a troublesome matter.

Damn, I still need to become stronger. I always have to find a way around without Akasha, but always end up having her do the job. This is sick and disgusting. However, who are these people...and why are they doing this?

Taking a deep breath, the female would pace around. It was lonely here, that was for sure. Jig was starting to realize Akasha would fight to be free from this chamber within a mind. It was dark, lonely, and you're just alone there most of the time. What could you possibly do here in that time? Jig didn't want to know what Akasha did, but she knew that the female probably felt lonely. With her being captured, Jig was realizing how much she depended on her sister when she had her own body.

"I should really try and get Akasha back out...she is becoming stronger...but with this still born within the womb, how would I be able to get my sister out...maybe she is trying to figure this out with the help of these Leaders that took me."

Was that why Akasha wanted to be out? Was she going to explain what was going on. Would these people actually do something to help her get her own body...or would they do something to destroy the sister that is trapped in the empty chamber. The fear began to build. Jig instantly brought her fist out and screamed with all her might.

"Akasha you best not destroy me! You need me as much as I need you"!

Nothing came.

Jig began to panic and kept banging on the invisible wall that was holding the thoughts of her sister away from her. What was Akasha doing? She wouldn't really try to take away everything they had together just to have her own body...would she?

[RA]

The attack came from everywhere, all corners, the kingdom where she stood lay surrounded. High above in the skies the leader ships hovered poised for an attack, an attack that she would have much trouble in defending. But she would not give up, not give up on her kingdom even if she failed.

She raised her arms, lifted them outright and she change occurred. It started at her feet, a fire sparked and consumed her entire body, growing and growing and growing. The flame took to the sky and from it a gigantic phoenix that was the size of the kingdom collided with one of the ships causing an explosion on impact. She flew through the ship as it headed for the ground to make a collision; another explosion followed damaging a large portion of the city. She had to move this fight from the city, so she flew away from it knowing the ships would follow.

They did not however and turned their attacks on the kingdom, which enraged the God. Making a wide turn and opening his beak, a fire so hot it turned white shot from its mouth and landed upon another smaller ship which moved fast enough to defend the larger of the ships. In a fit of rage for them turning the attack on the kingdom, her fit of rage caused her skill in the fight to diminish. She flew as fast as she could manage, fighting and attacking off the ships while they did the same to her.

Most of the attacks phased right through her flaming body which gave her the advantage and caused her to become a bit too cocky. She became oblivious to what they were really doing, distracting her from the main attack. The largest of the ships had started preparing for a large attack, phasing and growing; they waited for the right moment to attack, to have everything prepared and the scene set.

As she was distracted biting down on the thrusters of another small ship and sending it plummeting to the ground, the attack rang through the sky. So bright it almost rivaled the brightness of the God defending the kingdom. The attack struck across her back and a loud shriek came from the God, surprised and in pain. The God then plummeted to the ground crashing into the castle burning it, and creating a large crater.

Some of the ships began to lower their decent, coming around and circling the downed God.  From the center of the crater, the God stood, back in her human form, bloody, bruised and dirty from the fight and fall. She looked determined to continue fighting even as her vision began to fuzz out. Taking a defensive position to fight as a ship landed and troops began to surround her, she spread her wings out and prepped for anything. All she heard was someone order ‘fire’ and the next thing she knew, her body was warped with so much pain, she collapsed and blacked out.

[Loki Black-Heart Arclight]

Living the life of a Leader... was something Loki truly enjoyed.

He was such a prized Collective, that the other Leaders had no issue with him working alone, and just staying... alone. And so he did. Without remorse.

Loki's true name was, and always would be: "The Destroyer of Worlds".

The man was very much known for his work, and it never went on forgotten. See, he was a Legend among Legends, and no one dared toy with the strange being that was rooted at the Heart of the Leaders. Why bother? He did all the dirty work right?

A sly smirk creeped over Loki's face. The shadows from space, loomed just above his upper lip, as his grin widened, while he sat alone at the front of his jet-like Collective Ship. His shorter black hairs seemed to lay flat to one side of his face, casting such a shadow, his eyes went along unseen. To the other side of his head, was white hair, which went around the back of his head, and eventually found it's way beneath the black hair. He was a strange man, 6' 2'' and rather strong in comparison to the Great Many. He slowly pulled at one of his black bangs, drawing in a patient breath, as his eyes steadily glowed with a perfect red rage. His heart seemed to slow, with some amazing sort of pristine pleasure.

"Ship, go into Auto-Mode please. I have something I need to ....check on..." The man's voice belonged to that of a real snake. A deviant, a high power who used it without remorse, then trashed it another day. This conniving beast who was carved out of a majestic beauty, swung his legs over, and began to get to his feet, as the ship did what he asked.

"Ship, now Auto-Routing to Sector Nine, Double-Zero, Seven." The computer was saying, as the man walked down a small isle towards the back of his ship, where many cages sat embedded into the ship's flooring.

Loki took in another deep breath, and flicked his hair to one side.

His hands, covered with white gloves, while the rest of his get-up was black, grey and then some gold - traced over the top of a cage on the right. Slowly his fingers fell over the top, observing the dust now over his fingertips. He moved further down the isle, cages to the left and right - empty for now. All but one, which was located in the furthest back, on the right, just above where the ships wing began. And further beneath that, was the engine bay for that side. The inside of the ship was dark, the only thing lighting it up, being small lights, and the stars and moons that they flung themselves through in space. Loki removed his gloves, and laughed, throwing them onto the top of the second cage to the right, all the while, walking towards the being locked up in the final cage.

It was known, that Loki kept "trophies" or rarities from some of his extinct planets.

For this one in particular, was the last one to survive. Currently tied down, bound at the wrists and feet, and hooked up to a breathing machine, this creature here, had been his personal slave for a time now. All his others had died, been sold off, or were killed - by Loki. The man himself was a bit brash, and well, truly, that's putting it very lightly. He destroyed multiple planets, just blowing them the fuck up and not daring to look the fuck back. Because, well, why care right? If there had been nothing to sell off to the other Leaders, or no one that was "Of Interest" - why give a shit anyways.

This being here though.... well. He was Loki's personal ordeal. Collected for reasons only the man knew.

The Leaders didn't care if he kept a prize, so long as he did his Merc-like job, and well. Which, he surely did. Always.

Loki looked down at the being in the cage, and crouched down so he could be at eye-level with the being inside.

"Oh, you're awake." He hissed at the other. "Well then, this changes ...everything."

[Maliki Hyozanryu Wolf]

[Collab with Loki]

/Please know I not so good at my English, so I have'n him help me most. ~Maliki/

Maliki's entire life was long and forgotten.

He had once been someone to someone great, who had probably forgot he was even alive. Forgot that he had ever existed, and forgot that he had ever loved him. Who would want to love such a stupid boy anyways right? One would not know. Surely he did not anyways.

When Loki had approached the single cage at the back of the airship, true fear had set in for the boy with black-brown hair, and shaking onyx-colored wings. Maliki's hands were tied so tightly, that his wrists opened up and bled down to his elbows, and his feet and legs were bound so roughly, that he couldn't move; only sit. Not that it mattered anyways, since the cage was only small enough for him to sit in anyways. He weakly blinked open his red-rimmed bloodshot eyes, as they dripped with tears.

"Speak you degenerate Half-Wit!" Loki's condescending tone, turned into that of a wrath that went unmatched. 

Maliki looked up, and blinked his tears away. "....I uh.... Loki... I..." He didn't know what to say, and this new language that Loki forced him to learn, he was not so good at. "Yes.. my Master... you wish to... speak to me...?" 


Maliki did his best not to look at Loki. That would normally earn him a vile whipping. And Loki very much, enjoying dishing those out. He looked down the breather that was attached to his face, as chills and tears, fell down his cheeks. He watched as the door slid open; Maliki watched as Loki opened it, and glared in at him. With red eyes that screamed death and destruction. 


Loki grinned, and patted the top of Maliki's head rather roughly. "Indeed I have. We are nearing a new planet system. And you are going to help me... eliminate all of the inhabitants. After of course, I collect anything of interest." He hissed. "And if you so much as attempt to run off like last time... I'll find you, and lop off your fucking head." He snarled and yanked at the collar that went around Maliki's throat. It had a microchip inside it and told Loki where he was at all times. It even told the ship, where he was at all times.

Maliki knew that Loki was serious. He swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "Okay... Master.." He whispered. He truly did not want anything to do with killing innocent beings. But he had no choice. It was either them, or him. Sometimes, he wanted it to be him. But the thought of his true King being out there somewhere... it made him continue to live, hoping they'd cross paths again as they forcefully traveled...

"Good boy." Loki said.

Maliki was dragged from the cage. Loki grabbed a knife from his waist belt, and untied the shaken creature. He grasped onto his hair, putting the knife between the kid's thighs, threatening to cut him up, if he so much as dared to run off again. Maliki promised that he wouldn't run, and begged his Master not to harm him, pulling the breather from his face. He had gasped and gagged, attempting to adjust to the new air that was in this region. The ship made a slow decent onto another planet, doing it all on it's own, without an Order to be had. And as always, Loki grabbed his tech, which looked like a remote, and a computer of some strange sort. The bay would open, and a dirt planet would be seen as the bright lighting of their suns, descended upon their eyes.

Here animals were scarce, and people were found in sand Castle, villages, and desert plains. What would happen, was simple. Loki would eradicate all but the glowing few that were tracked by his remote. Maliki would have to hold his computer, and would punch in codes and numbers, to make the ship lift off, and hover again. It was a safety measure, that made sure if there was an attack, that the problems were killed immediately. Though here, it didn't look like they had any real sources of warfare. There was a warning however, a Tab 1.5 - which meant to Loki, that they had some kind of machine guns underground, and possibly some land vehicles hidden in places within the planet. Nothing his airship would not be able to handle, of course.

Maliki trudged on, his ripped pants exposing his right and left sides, where gashes where from him being whipped and beaten. Bruises covered his bare feet, that moved through the dirt and sand along his Master's. Loki was decked out in a Rouge Suit, marked with High Authority and had some colored Merits displaying his ranks, on his right and left shoulders. He was a High Class Merc, and well-known throughout worlds near and afar.

The slave said nothing, unless his Master spoke to him. He occasionally whined, but tried nothing to get his Master's attention.

Maliki, knew nothing of this lair. He knew nothing of love, other than the love he'd once felt in his past memories. And that was so far, it was nothing more than some kind of thing to hope for. He didn't know if he loved his Master. He'd like to believe it was some kind of forced companionship. A slave-owner relationship. But there were times where he'd beg for Loki to see him as something, which was better than nothing. He was a confused creature, that much was for sure. For now, he typed on Loki's super computer, and when Loki would stop to look around, he nuzzle the side of his arm, or some times attempt to hold his hand. Most times, Loki just shoved him away, as though he were some kind of pest.

"Ah, here we are..." Loki's glowing red eyes stared down a desert hill. And found an oasis, with a town. "Our first target, lies within."

Maliki took a deep breath, and rubbed his eyes, then looked down at the computer. 


HARVEST AND DESTRUCTION MODE ON. It read on the screen. Maliki pushed the Start Key, and together, they walked down towards the town, the jet just over them, hovering - readying itself, for what was about to take place here in this small town.

[Raphiella Blu Azure]

Something was wrong. Raphiella opened her eyes, and knew - that something... was wrong. Just... her body didn't feel right, and everything was just strangely surreal, as though it weren't even tangible. What was going on? Where... where was she?

The girl with the blue hair stood at the center of a field. Confusedly, she looked around. Everything was just so.... beautiful?

She stood in silence, allowing only the sound of the winds to consume her heart. As she stood there, alone in the open clearing, truth and divine right seemed to earn its passing through her distinct beauty.

From beyond the trees, that so carefully sectioned off the clearing, stood a male, with shooting hair. The bright blue glow in his eyes, told the tales of so many's misfortune. Sighing, and wiping sweat from his brow, he took in a low breath, and continued looking upon such fixation. Never before had he seen one like this, one so pure... so beautiful... so very... majestic. He watched as the girl stood in the grass, taking in every life around her - from the grass to the birds in the trees, and floating on overhead. It was as if by her very breaths taken in, that she had given every living entity surrounding her, so much more respect, than they'd cared to hand her.

The girl's long flowing hair, lifted itself off her back, and blew back with the torrents of warm wind. From behind, one was able to see her bare, pale flesh, that was as white as the clouds in the perfect sky. From behind the girl, came a bit of fluff, a wolfish tail. And my, what a tail that was. So silky-looking, even from such a distance. The fur on her tail was that of an azure twinge in color, so perfect; like the being that stood before gods. Her shoulders were just before broad, and her posture was dominant, though by the way she cupped her hands, and spoke to the butterfly just hovering before her claws, one might think she was... something sweet.

There was something sweet about her. Something dreamy, something... almost unreal. Just what was it?

The male closed his eyes, and rubbed them. He looked down beneath his torn clothing, and checked his wounds. They were grave, obvious... and above all, revolting in nature. Would such a beautiful beast, do so much as help this man? Would she fleet at the sight of him? Think he was but a Hunter, looking to do her evil? Or would she comfort him, and cure his ailments and injuries?

The girl whispered in a dark language, the language of the Ancients. And old, but not forgotten language, that revealed one's truest of ages on the lands of which they were wrought. She was almost singing, the language long, and beautiful, rolling off her tongue with sheer perfection. The magnitude of her words was heavy, and the expression was downright magnificent. Such a being should not have placed itself there, for such evils - evils such as the one hidden between the forested trees...

The male's eyes flashed, a bright flicker of blue to white, then back to blue again. He panted once, then held his breath, an watched the female with the pale flesh. Her hair seemed to cascade down and over her shoulders, over her chest. He watched as that bushy blue tail of hers, bustled in the winds, still keeping itself tightly around her waist, covering the region just below her hips. She watched the winged bug take it's leave, then turned towards the man's direction, when a sound was made.

The male looked down and hissed, a branch had cracked beneath his foot, which was exposed to nature, and not covered with anything but scratches and dried blood. His blood. The man's pointed ears curled up, almost in the shape of horns, on either side of his head. His almost serpent-like tongue flicked itself between his two upper fangs, and then his nose scrunched up for a brief moment. A taste of his own blood, was still on his tongue, so the reaction was best perceived from his point of view.

Time seemed to remain at a standstill, as he watched the girl look around. Covering her chest with her pale and lightly blue furred claws, she turned around completely. A worried or concerned look seemed to only be but displayed over her face. The male could make out bright red eyes, that looked large, and almost sad. Her hair still blew a bit in the wind, and she rubbed her arms, as though she were cold suddenly. Perhaps she could sense the negative energy from the watchful fiend, perhaps she got the shivers from her gut that told her to run...

But she didn't run. Instead, she moved towards where the sound had come from, and called out to anyone that might have been in the area. The male continued to watch her, and took a step backwards.

More leaves rustle, and another branch gives him away.

"Hello?" The girl called out to what was surely him.

The male grumbled to himself, and pulled himself from the brush. The stupid branch had caused him to fall onto his own tail, one of black, and scale. He got to his feet, and bravely strode out from the trees, head to toe - in injuries.

For a moment, the two beings locked eyes. Hearts raced. Instincts... kicked in.

As she began to reach for the boy....

A massive hole appeared right before him. And she began to get sucked in! Screaming, and howling, and trying to run... to get away... anything! She couldn't stop it... Just what - no what was going on?! Raphiella fell through the open void, and began to fall through endless darkness....

Raphi gasped and sat up in her white bed - in her all white room. She looked around - and blacked out, not even getting to see the contraption that was strapped around her head.

"Subject's memory is terminated." Someone would say.

[Ryou Half-Wit Wolf]

// Collab with Dymetrie//

It was lonely in this cell, all by himself. Ryou could only sit an listen to people speak languages he didn't, and allow thing s to be done to him. He had given up almost. he had examined the place around the ship e was on whenever he had gotten the chance, though it always went by to quickly and his vision would become clouded. He was never able to come up with a way to get out. So he gave up, and as the day lingered on and continued to go, his eyes became dull and lifeless, he would just sit with his head bowed and mind somewhere else, thinking about how he wanted out. Wanted to go back to a home. The only time that e would be seen doing anything that indicated that he was alive, and that he had strength that ever showed was when the people here decided to do tests on him. Some he fought back, some of the things he was to do made him sick to his stomach and left his mind weaker than the before hand.

The cell he was in, was of course all white, and he could never tell what time it was or even if time existed anymore. But he didn't care. Nobody was around his cell, nobody at all, it was quiet, he lay on his back, sore, bruised and still burned from the awful tasks they had him do a few tests back. When the room seemed to grow darker, more shaded, more shadowed, he though that his eyes had begun to give out, or something they had done to him was about to make him go blind. The all white, obnoxiously bright room couldn't be growing dark, could it?

"~Oh... What a pity. it seems as though someone has gotten themselves all tied up and caught in a new home where he can't escape.~" Boredom filled the voice that has suddenly filled the quickly darkening room. "~I can only imagine the hate that you feel, hate that you can't do anything about~" It was there again.

Ryou blinked, nobody was there, he would have heard someone approaching, and why on earth could he understand the voice that filled his ears? He sat up and turned to look form where the sound was coming from. Standing there, in a place that used to be empty, was a male. Pure black hair, that went along with the darkest black clothing in the style of an old military uniform. The persons eyes seemed to not be a dark brown or gray, but pure black as well. The white haired boy hadn't even heard this person enter the room. His voice was smooth and suave as well, almost disturbing.

"~Ah, I see you have noticed me, very good.~" the male smirked, his hands behind his back as he stared down at the one who lay in front of him. A leather booted foot stepped forward, making not even a pin drop sound against the hard floor, nor did his clothes make the sound of rustling as he moved. The room was more silent than before he had entered. "~You do not know me, but oh I know about you. I know how you were the escape artist who constantly got caught. But it seems that you skills have done to waste now that you have been destined to stay here. It's a shame really~" Kneeling down he took the others chin with a leather gloved hand, despite him jerking away and looked him dead in the eye "~Dead inside, and yet the bodies heart pounds inside the bruised and beat rib cage that lies within.~" He let go, standing back on his feet.

"...Who ..are you?" Ryou spoke, the first time he hadn't mumbled under his breath, the first time that he hoped he would get a response back since he seemed to understand the one in front of him. he noticed how the room seemed to be almost as black as the others eyes. "..How did you get in here, and what are you?"

The same smirk stayed on the males face, though it was easy to tell he was rather bored with everything "~I and Dymetire, and I just came right in as I wished, as to what I am.. I am existing. I'm just here. ~" Coal black eyes flickered to the side briefly, and his hand, moved down to cover the others eyes "~I must be gone now~"

Confused Ryou went to remove the other hand only to find there was no hand there, his eyes had just been closed. he opened them, still sitting up, the room once again that painful white color. "Just simply there?... " Had he just imagined what had been going on? Before he could answer himself his cell door opened and the men who always came to take him away walked in, roughly picking him up by the arms to take him to that dreaded room.

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