Frergnon chuckled darkly. "ANY MINION OF YOUR'S I WOULD HAVE THE UTMOST CONFIDENCE IN. BUT AS I GROW INCREASINGLY BORED OF THIS PLANE, I'D ASK THAT YOU SEND ME BACK TO MY GUARD POST PLEASE."

The Mordred caught the claws on his blade, trying to parry them. Their length misjudged, he felt the tips of the talons cut through his lower arm. First blood; Raziel. Still not fully recuperated from the run across two domains, The Mordred pushed away the claws and retreated, hoping to gain a few precious minutes before having to go all out.

The gashes in his skin, as well as his eyes, were now positively alight. Smoke billowed from him, but dissapated quite rapidly. He was more searching for the relics now than focussing on his impending battle.

Raziel noticed that The Mordred seemed to be distracted.

Looking for your master's tools are you? You probably don't even know why...

Raziel took advantage of his foe's apparent inattention and lunged at him, again with his claws, though this time, Raziel focused on attempting to grapple and disarm his opponent.

Azura left the dumbfounded man in the armor to stew for awhile, she had grown tired of his four questions and decided to investigate a familiar feeling she had felt to the south. She took off and soon came across a large castle and a small surrounding town filled to the brim with dolls. "How quaint..." She quipped before opening up a hole in the wall with her magic and zipping right in. "Knock knock~" She shouted ironically with a smirk as she continued to glide on her staff.

Frergnon quickly nodded. "THANK YOU, OLD FRIEND. FEEL FREE TO CALL ON ME WHENEVER A PROBLEM ARISES FOR YOU, WE'LL TURN THE CONSPIRATORS INTO SLURRY." And with that, Frergnon leapt through the portal, returning to his plane.

Asmodeus was getting incredibly annoyed with the holes that were accumulating in the walls of her castle by intruders in this singular day. Her personality flipped again. "Why? Why do they come by the droves today? Can I not be left in piece?!" She shouted, focusing her vision through one of her arms on the intruder. She studied the intruder intently, her magic and appearance seemed familiar. "This one seems... different... Priscilla, be ready..."

"Doobidy boopidy doba scobabliddly do bop." She scatted as she flew through the corridors at breakneck speed. "This place would make a nice storage shed..." She said nodding and jotting down a quick map of where she had been on a napkin." She stopped every so often to admire the randomness and irony of some of the rooms, particularly the metal one she passed, the Witch couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia every-time she popped a minion.

Asmodeus watched the intruder carefully, sending orders to her minions ordering only a very very few of them to attack and to avoid her. She couldn't shake the overarching feeling of slight disdain and nostalgia the intruder made her feel. "...Who is she? Priscilla... Please go bring our new guest here... I... I need to see this..."

Azura had stopped in one of the many halls and began hanging portraits of herself everywhere parodying various artists, Mona Lisa, The Scream, Even the melting clocks, and of course the abbey Road Beatles crossing, keeping Ringo ironically. Once she was satisfied she tilted them all to varying degrees and sighed happily."This will liven the place up a little." She then drew sunglasses, and clown accessories on half, and fancy mustaches and monocles on the others.

"Gee, you think the bleak location, creepy doll village and malicious architecture of this place would drive them off, but I guess they just keep coming, huh?" Priscilla remarked dryly as she walked out to intercept the newcomer.

After wandering a fair bit she managed to finally come across the specific interloper, a very fruity looking individual who's individual could only be described as 'whimsical', currently doodling on portraits she was... randomly calling into existence and then placing on the walls.
The question of why didn't she actually summon them up already altered briefly crossed her mind, but then she remembered she had a job to do. Quickly sighting her gun she took a shot that ripped right over her shoulder and punched through the crotch of the Virtuvian Man sketch she was putting MC Hammer pants on.
"Hey, you" she called sternly. "Aren't you a bit old to be drawing on walls? Anyways, I'm supposed to come escort you to the boss, will you be coming willingly?" She asked, not expecting an answer in the positive, she already had one arm reaching for a cluster of Acid Grenades to start off the confrontation should she say no.

"Well, you found me. Congratulations. Was it worth it? Because despite your violent behavior, the only thing you have managed to break so far is my heart. Maybe you could settle for that and we'll just call it a day." She said dramatically while making all the paintings sepia toned. She then hopped onto the back of the Cyborg and whispered offensively close in her ear. "Take me to your leader, and share thine secrets, Oh glorious biotech constrapulation~"

Priscilla's eyes flared up as she was suddenly mounted by the strange vibrant red bimbo. "Hey! I am not some horse you can just hop onto!" She yelled indignantly as she suddenly rammed her back into a nearby wall in an attempt to dislodge her like a mechanical bull.
"You have to legs that aren't broken, so if you want to keep it that way get off and lets get going"

Upon being smashed into the wall, she scattered into ten smaller versions of herself and then reassembled back into her original shape."K." She shot off as she strode overbearing towards the end of the corridor, she then began to sing scat again, as her attention span soon crashed. "Sboodikidy Doobidy boopidy doba scobabliddly do bop."

"What a strange intruder we have now..." Asmodeus says. "I wonder what she wants..." She began running through possible scenarios in her head. Regardless of what she came up with, an Iron Maiden made its way in front of the entrance to Asmodeus' chamber.

Watching the strange woman break into multiple smaller versions of herself then reform with a blank expression on her face Priscilla just sighed deeply before directing the... guest towards Asmodeus's throne room, fighting nearly every urge to just haul off and rifle-butt her skull in.
Resisting these urges with great sense of personal control, instead she lead this person to the domain of her Creator, stopping in front of the Iron Maiden Priscilla ordered the girl she was escorting to stop as she tried to contact her boss.
"Asmodeus, this is Priscilla, can you move the doorman here? I've got your new toy here. You may want to feed this one to the centipedes like the last guy, though I'll leave that up to you"

"AY LUCAAAAYY, I'M HOME~~~!!" She said magically teleporting into the large chamber donning her best Ricky Ricardo voice before staring at the large Doll construct that leered down at her. "Huh... You do seem familiar, wonder why..." She thought donning the tiny spectacles of irony. "Is your name Frederick? Francesca, Fernanda.... I'm getting all kind of F vibes offa you."

Asmodeus lifted her head up and looked at the woman again, making sure to analyze every feature of her. Something was about her was nagging at every fiber of her being. Asmodeus felt like she knew this girl... And already didn't like her. then it hit her. "...Priscilla... I think i like your idea..." Asmodeus sent a silent command to a few Centipedes to begin making their way here.

"NO MAN NO. I SEEN THIS FILM. I REFUSE." She said floating into the air and levitating closer to the Creator's face."Frank... Fran Drescher... Franken Fran.... France.... Don't tell me.... Cousin Fanny?" She continued, still insisting on remembering the large doll like person. "You know, you have beautiful eyes~!" She cooed sarcastically before biting into a persimmon.

"...What do you want, Iris?" Asmodeus said, letting her head fall back down on the noose. She wanted this woman gone as soon as possible.

"Well... You remember me! That's a start! And don't sound so glum chum, or those horrid insects might crawl up your bum! And I wouldn't be in the mood to remove them with my thumb." She recounted still lazily hovering there juggling blue flames.

Suddenly, the door burst inwards as Priscilla, having lost her escort, had quite literally tossed the Iron Maiden to the side instead of waiting for it to move and was already sighting the intruder in her cross-hairs.
But then she noticed that the one girl was flitting about, speaking in rhyme, while Asmodeus was looking rather... depressed. If that was even possible for a creature with a porcelain face and whales in its mouth.

"What's... what is going on here?" She asked, partly curious to the current circumstances

Asmodeus let out a long sigh. "Priscilla, please see if you can get this... annoying blast from the past out of here... I don't enjoy her company much anymore."

It was then that it hit her with a vengeance, a literal light-bulb appeared above her head and she began to clap, before adjusting the spectacles. "Long ago in a distand rand, there was a mighty big sissy who prayed wif dolls, Wielding a magic barbie he fought, but before the final bwoah was stwuck I tore open a pohtal and fwung him into da fucha where my evil is law. now he seeks to return to the past and undo the evil that is Azu...."

Asmodeus had to hold herself back from beating every ounce of breath out of this woman. "...Yes, She knows me, and i know her... From a long time ago. I didn't much care for her then and i don't much care for her now. Priscilla, please try to remove her from here."

"Waddaya mean, I was your best friend. your only friend in fact, like that time I took you out back when you had rabies and put you down, or that time we fought that volcano, or the one time you were crippled and I let you ride about on my shoulders and you died at the end of the book?" She said nudging the large doll constrapulation with an earnest grin.

"Would you just get out of here, Iris? Take whatever you came for and leave me alone. God. I thought the Fall had killed you... Hell, why do you get to keep your complexion? I get turned into a giant monstrosity and you remain the same? Augh... Priscilla... Please just get her out of here..." Asmodeus said, sounding highly agrieved.

Seeing how this was going, and sensing her current employers raising temper, Priscilla decided discretion would be the best policy and the sooner she tried something the better. As curious as she was to learn more about how she could have been associated with a doll monster like... wait, she said TURNED into that?
Priscilla was definitely interested now, but then again this seemed like a sore topic. And one way or another this 'Iris' person was going to be leaving the castle one way or another, and she would still be around. Deciding to *NOT* poke the proverbial bear she decided to act on her Creators behest.

"Alright, that's enough of you now. You heard her, time for you to go" Priscilla said, walking up the interloper and gripping her shoulder in a tight grip with one arm as she took out her sword.
"Now you've been compliant so far, how about we just get you out of the castle so we don't have to spill your guts here on the chamber floor"

"A proper, humble, and modest modern young woman such as myself can tell when she is no longer wanted..." Azura began, tears welling in her eyes."But I will at least attempt to make a peace offering..." Azura then looked up and spoke."You both look a little pale chums, as hot as that is to me, I think you could both use a little sun!" She then made the Kamehameha hand position and aimed upwards blasting a mongoloid sized beam in the roof before flying through the oddly Nic Cage face shaped hole that spanned a good four meters. "Adios Amigos! It's been real!" She shouted back deciding to return home to see her prospect's decision.

Asmodeus sighed in relief, many of her arms illuminated by the bleak sunlight. "Finally, she left... Augh... It's been too long a day... I must sleep... Yes... Just sleep... Priscilla, there should be a room here that should be to your liking somewhat if you should look. good work today. tomorrow, i will have made us stronger as a whole." On that note, Asmodeus' head flipped back upside down, slowly, and regrew, returning to it's original shape. She ceased all movement, even her occasional hanged-man twitches. She had fallen asleep.

Accepting this as dismissal, Priscilla stalked through the corridors to find someplace that could function as her quarters. As she went on, she became less and less interested in attempting to find a room, after all, what was the purpose of such a thing? It's not like she needed sleep.
Instead, she opted to find the nearest exit and take a temporary leave from the castle. Perhaps getting a feel for the area. Maybe even finding a hapless target to take some aggression out on for having to deal with so much bullshit in one day. Finding herself soon exiting the disturbingly quiet castle. Choosing a direction at random Priscilla readjusted her gravity field for fast travel and took off in her seemingly unorthodox way.

She briefly considered what would happen should she be away and another invader shows up. Though she reasoned that if anything should happen she'd be able to make it back quick, and Asmodeus still had her own doll army... or was it his? With the new hints that intruder dropped it was hard to tell, though not that it made any real difference to her, though it certainly cranked up the weird factor on her boss.

Bounding across the landscape Priscilla seemed to lose track of time, gaining a small amount of enjoyment of simply traversing this new land, though she actually managed to come across something that made her stop dead in her tracks.
What appeared to be a chain of planets reaching up to the sky. It looked like they were powered by something to keep them moving, but whatever it was it seemed to stop now. Whatever this was, it deserved a closer inspection. There was a small platform below one in the shape of a star, upon contact with it, she was instantly launched upwards towards the planet, being slowed and stopped by a matching platform on the planet above her.

"What the... hell was that!" She exclaimed, instantly trying to right herself and looking about the new surroundings with the ground she was just on acting as the sky. "Okay... time to figure out what the hell is going on here" she said to herself, taking her gun and beginning to search her surroundings.

The white wispy man watched the battle between the Mordred and his newly hired little mercenary, whom he shared less of a business connection with than normal champions and their creators. He was interested in the outcome, but cared not who won nor did he interfere.

As Azura flew home at her usual breakneck speeds she entered her domain and napped her fingers, and soon the world had an upbeat BGM track played on what seemed to be several acoustic guitars, she then snapped again and the clock towers swung open and she flew inside, dismounted her staff and barged into the room the Steamy Dude was in with a slamming of the door. "EEEEEYYY LUUUUUCYYYY, AHM 'OOOOOME!" She said before sitting on the armored man's lap, looking into the face of the suit and blinking several times. "Are-st thou decided?"

The Lancer had been sitting there for about a half an hour, thinking over the pro's and cons of becoming a "Champion", as it was called. He was used to taking order, but usually from someone higher up in command and...older. If he were to become her champion, this would be one helluva change to him. He could also get some pretty cool power ups from this person, her being "magic" and all. However, there were cons to this. If he did become a champion to this "creator" that would mean he would be sent out to fight people and things nearing levels of godship. He was simply a really skilled foot soldier, or at least that's what he thought of himself. There's also no telling how open to abuses he would be to this "Creator".

The one thing that got him to think yes was simply, he's in her place, she could destroy him at any second, and if he said no, that would increase the risks of her just thinking of exterminating him. He got up from the floor, and awaited her return. a door suddenly appeared in front of him, even though all the doors were sealed and there was no way in or out. She then opened and slammed the door to get in. It didn't frighten him, but it did make him a bit curious. "I've been thinking while you were gone. Going over the pro's and con's of becoming this, "Champion", thing. Course you probably don't care about what I'm saying right now. you probably just want an answer." He said to her, he paused for a bit before giving her an answer.

"Yes. I would like to become this "Champion." He answered, "If there's anything you gotta do to make this thing official, do to me as you wish."

"Ah... That's wonderful news...." Azura said grinning an almost terrible grin."And yes, there is one thing...." She paused, and then made her left arm into that clawed form, using her index finger's claw she traced a line vertically at about where his heart was and a deep light-blue gap opened, she then plunged the claw into and swiveled it about a bit before procuring a bright silver gem, and as she touched it the innermost part turned a slight blue. She cackled inanely before re-affixing the gem to it's proper place and sealing the gap. ".... All done." She said handing him a box. "Keep that with you but don't open it unless absolutely imperative." She then dropped and as she did the room spawned a simple wooden chair to accommodate her. "Welcome to the Coalition...."

He felt a slight pain in the torso, but it went away a few seconds afterwards. What just happened, however, sorta shocked him into wondering if he was on the right side or not. If there even is sides. But at this point it didn't really matter much, so he put that thought to rest. he took the box and stored it in a tiny knapsack he had on his belt. Now he had only one question to ask her.

"Now, I'm gonna tell ya now, I'm a blunt and straight to the point person." He exclaimed, "So do ya got anything for me to do, at all? Anyone to invade or what not, i'm guessing your not the only "creator". Anything to steal, anything to....anything?"

"Any territory to take over? I'm quite used to that. I was a rebel on a few, planets revolting, and I got lucky a few times and took over quite a few enemy territories." He said, "So I guess I'm good at that sorta thing? I dunno. Whatever ya want me to do here commander. It's all up to you."