The Endless sat regally, if uncomfortably, in an enourmous, white stone throne ornately and expertly chiseled by his own power. His stony head rested on one stony hand as he awaited the outcome of his Champion's efforts, drumming idly away on the arm of his immaculate throne with his other stony hand, watching the battle unfold within the heart of his own mind with a mix of concern and amusement. It would be terrible to lose a Domain, any Domain, but it was almost difficult to care about as the two competitors fought like some strange, foreign gladiators.
The Endless shifted his attention from the battle as a bright, white light errupted from across his hall, one of his Aberrations striding into the throne room from out of the strange, glowing contraption that lead to the Zone Hall, a vast corridor that mapped and provided access to each and every area in his palace, his Empire. The Aberration was a tall, twisted creature twice the size of a normal man, it's blackened and nearly rotting flesh resembling knightly armor. It's wings were like the rest of the abomination, black and strange and covered in weeping sores, skinless between the vestigal bones. It's head was lizardlike and crested, the crest itself rising from it's head and bursting through the black flesh, throbbing and terrible in it's crimson glory.
Two other Aberrations flanked The Endless and his throne. To his left, a dragon-esque creature with eight, squat legs and three sets of wide, black-feathered wings pulled back along it's serpentine length, it's dark flesh cracked and burned where it's scales had fallen off, coiled around a large, white stone pillar reaching so far upward a normal man could not see its end. To his right, a colossal wolf-lizard hybrid sat, head on it's huge claws, watching the man-Aberration approach with it's huge, all-white eyes, it's strange, black flesh rippling with scintillating shades of green, purple, and orange.
Aberrations, though the smartest of his servants, The Mindless, were still uninteresting at best to The Endless. Whereas Beasts and Monsters, modeled after animals and men respectively, were designed as base, primal creatures designed to do no more than intimidate and kill, the Aberrations were far more complex, capable of independent speech and thought. This left Aberrations far above even their nearest brothers, the Chimera, fusions of Beasts and Monsters, who were merely capable of understanding and repeating a few, simple commands. Despite their intellectual edge, the Aberrations were still only extensions of his will, his mind, and therefore lived only to serve him. This left them as unoriginal thinkers, hardly the sort to carry a real conversation as they pandered him and agreed with him.
The first Aberration stopped a few feet before The Endless and his throne, a huge white stone step twice even its own size seperating them, falling to one knee and bowing it's scaly, black head. The Endless gazed down at it, wondering about what it could possibly want, knowing himself it's every thought. It was then The Endless realized what was happening, as the creature rasped out, "It is time, my lord."
The Endless rose slowly from his stony throne, brushing aside his flowing, white stone cape, and began to stroke his stony beard. "So soon? Was it not wholly long ago that this was last done?"
The Aberration rose and crossed his bulky, flesh-plated chest with one arm, bowing. As it resumed a neutral stance, the creature managed to rasp out, "The recent... intrusion has helped to thin the numbers, my lord. This is necessary." It turned it's head to the right, focusing one eye on The Endless. "You know that."
The Endless chuckled, and his entire Empire shook. "Yes. I suppose I do." The Endless gestured back toward the large, raised circle-glyph that worked as transport to the Zone Hall. "Go. I will begin shortly." Checking his mind once more to watch the outcome of the battle, The Endless sighed and nodded. His immaculate, white stone mountain of a body burst. He had transported himself to elsewhere in his Empire, to perform a ritual that required his immediate attention. The consequences of Maestro's battle -and the Metal Man's intrusion- would have to be assessed later.
Having escaped from The Endless' well endless amount of minions was a harrowing and exciting adventure. He managed to make it back to the grape popsicle world he called home, having brought his best buddy and creator the Poison God a tribute that surly would please him, the gilded gem encrusted sword of the creator know as the Endless.
I hope that Poison master likes this shiny thingy he thought as it presented his creator with the sword.
The Metal Man listened to The Poison God, and looked right in his swirl cloud man body...thing. "OOOH yeah, that's right you DON'T have limbs do you? my bad I forgot, you know how it is right? Wait, why don't you poison the sword then we can give it to someone as a gift, what do you think Poison Master?"
Satisfied with his brilliant idea, he formed a big arm chair and took a seat, absent-mindedly picked his teeth and sang nonsense songs in twelve bars to himself.
The only pair of eyes Asmodeus had set on her face, shimmering golden, rolled to focus on Priscilla. Her eyelids did not squint, for she does not have them. Her disgusting mouth creaked open and the two tongues rolled out as she started to speak in her fluxuating voice again. "Ah! Yes, yes! you are correct! Oh, in preson. You're much better in person, though i already saw you. I saw you the moment you saw this castle, Haha! Yes, i am Asmodeus, and I take it you're my Champion, yes." A multitude of Asmodeus' more human looking, yet still monsterously long arms came down from the ceiling and approached Priscilla. They began to check her body, almost seeming to violate her, but never actually performing any lewd actions.
"Oh... Oh oh. You are flesh. Flesh in your upper body, yes. Your face, midriff, and neck are smooth with skin and soft. Kyaha! But the rest of you, poor thing, what happened to you? You're more machine than anything anymore. Was it the Fall? No. It's more controlled than that. Heheh... You must have been some form of fighter. Yes yes." One of Asmodeus' hand gently opened Priscilla's eyelid, allowing her a better look. "Oh yes... Still flesh and blood in some places, still able to feel, yet just by your transformation, i can tell you're not one to quit. Yes... Maybe you're vastly intelligent as well." She let Priscilla's eye go, as well as the rest of her body.
"A few questions before I get to the main point, little cyborg. Firstly, you're name, or rather, your title, haha, names don't exist anymore. Secondly, does what i look like currently make it unpleasant to speak to me?"
"That would end up making the blade better in the end" It explained to The Metal Man "And then only way that plan would woooorrrrkkk....Iisssss if they started cutting them seeellllvvveeeesss...." The figure The Poison God made started swirling around the Metal Man. It didn't know why, but this amused him as he was silent in deep thought on what to do with the sword, and The Metal Man. For the longest time he could not think of what to do with his imbecile champion, and this sword, stolen from The Endless. This could prove troublesome.
"Okay...I've got it...." The Poison God said. It stopped swirling around the Metal Man and flew over to the sword. It started to glow a bright green, and then created a huge flash of green light. It started chuckling to itself. It had enchanted the sword to explode in an acidic blast when presented back to The Endless. It wont hurt the endless, but whatever is around him, it probably will.
"I hate you, and this sword, now would you kindly take it back to The Endless? I've got quite the surprise for him.." It chuckled yet again, "And you..."
It sent the Metal Man out before it had any time to talk. The last words it said to him was "And please....Get lost and never come back to my domain unless you suddenly become...well not a nuisance.
After crashing through the window into the chamber the enigmatic kneeling figured smirked slightly as he looked up at the Creator before him. "My, my, A pretty one? That's a shame, such a rarity in this abomination filled wasteland... Ah well. It can't be helped." He then rose to his feet and ran a hand through his hair as a large ornate Scythe appeared in his hands."Here's the short and narrow sweet cheeks... I'm going to cut you down, and this'll be my domain once I reap your soul and send you packing. Nothing personal, just business." The figure smirked. "Or you could just give up now and save us both the trouble?"
"Well if you really don't want it hen I'll give it right back to The Endless for you." said The Metal Man as he stood up and dissolved the arm chair, and replaced it with a rocket powered Unicycle. "UNI to get a sense of humor Poison Master, learn to appreciated my SHARP wit, get the POINT" he said as he speed off toward the domain of the Endless, cracking up at is own terrible joke, with the large sword strapped to his back.
He reached the domain of the Endless and drove the Unicycle right through the front door.
"The Doctor is in!" he screamed as the door splintered around him dramatically.
This had the adverse affect of alerting every minion on the floor to his presence.
Raziel left the Scrying Pit and gathered the five survivors that still remained. Raziel stared at them once they had assembled in front of him. They stared back. Raziel would have blinked if he still had any eyes or lids to speak of. Instead, he started pacing back and forth, trying to work out how to tell them. After a few minutes, he settled for...
"My fellow... survivors... the Scryer has revealed a troubling development to me," Raziel said with an expression on his face that was meant to look sad and weary, but due to his missing skin, it only made him look that much more threatening, nonetheless, his telepathic voice conveyed his feeling, "The other Gods are gathering their forces to wage war on one another over a fallen God's domain. No... not our dear Nosgoth. They are fighting over a world that can still bear life. I am... unsure of what I should do. As I am still your protector, I feel that I cannot decided how to proceed without your voice. So, my people... should I join the fray and try to claim this world for you? Or should I remain here and ready our defenses lest these avaricious Gods and their slaves turn their attention to us?"
As the arms descended from the ceiling Priscilla had to fight many self preservation instincts to not start slashing, shooting, and lobbing explosives at the ungodly, gangly limbs reaching for her. She didn't, no matter how badly she wanted to.
She resisted as the hands gripped her and tried to turn her head, and when the strange monster pried open her eyes she tried to shove it away, but the hands restricted her movement, and at her trying to jerk them free they only held her still with more strength, but suddenly she was released as the strange being finished it's examination. Somewhat shaken by the suddenness of it she quickly recovered and began to formulate her responses.
"Yes... as you so put together I am not fully human, though I prefer to think of it as being more than. I fell in combat in... not exactly agreeable terms. Grievously injured I managed to survive long enough to be recovered, and in the improved form you see now. So, the fall didn't have anything to do with this" she said bluntly, still slightly agitated over being fondled only moments ago.
"And as for my name, it used to be Priscilla. Though as you said there is no longer much need for it. If you wish for a title you may have my serial designation" She took a deep breath and exhaled before speaking again
"AR-12-84, the First and Last of the Spiders Bite unit. At your service" she said, bringing one of her right arms up in a customary salute.
"And to answer your question, you look like the disgusting rump of some perverted puppet. So you're nothing I can't comprehend and deal with"
Standing in the echoing hall, Sehnsucht blinked twice at the brute who had crashed through her window. Moving a hand to cover her left eye with her bole hair, she took a few steps forward, stepping on the glass with her strange springheeled boots. Her arms folded over her chest, with her nails tapping on her forearm.
Cut us down~? Why not up or diagonal? How boring! Heeeeeee~ I want to play with this one~!
Your voice is grating, Schadenfreude...
"Sir," Sehnsucht's voice calm but piercing somehow at the same time, "I shan't deny that you even making up into my happy home is impressive, I shall grant you the chance to return to your own home, much more than any other wandering fool has been given, And they haven't had the integrity to even make it this far. To break into my home and speak in such a way. I must assign extra points for that."
A small smirk played around her mouth.
So, this is who has been skulking around my town and trampling my begonias. A champion nonetheless.
You're such a no joy, Sehnsucht~ You're going to make our hair go grey~~~ Let me play with him for just a while~~~! Heee~!
The Metal Man had burst into the Antechamber, a vast room almost the size of a small city, where hordes of Beasts and Monsters roamed as vanguards of the Zone Hall beyond and the Antechamber's stony interior. Dozens of twisted, lupine creatures descended almost immediately upon him, as many more bird-like Beasts circled from above, waiting to strike. Human-like husks staggered forward from large squat, square buildings built into rows along the walls, shambling mindlessly forward. These were not creatures designed to battle with an opponent of the caliber of a Champion, only brainless foot soldiers.
The Endless felt the presence of his repeat intruder, though cared little. There was not much his small-minded minions could do to stop the intruder, and The Metal Man was more of a nuisance than a threat. In short, the intrusion did not warrant his immediate attention.
Instead, The Endless went about his business in the dark room he had gone to on the advice of one of his Aberrations. There was no glyph here, no way for The Metal Man to enter, leaving him alone. Only a few could enter here, and The Endless could regulate them.
The Endless stood atop a veritable mountain of corpses of all kinds: bodies of men-like creatures and piles of the undead, spine-tingling, lifeless dolls with strings removed and piles of what could have been toxic sludge. Even his own abominations were represented, and well. Dingy, nearly nonexistant lighting gave the still bodies an eerie quality. Some still twitched, if ever slightly. This was the Mortuary, where the bodies of the slain were piled for his use.
Vermilion chuckled to himself. "Underestimating me, is like underestimating the cold hands of Death himself as he wraps them around and squeezes." As he spoke he spun the Scythe into a combat ready position, as as it moved the air itself seemed to pulse slightly."Besides, harvesting two for the price of one? That's a bargain I don't want to pass up." His bright yellow eyes stared his would be opponent up and down."Again, this really is a shame. Alas, I'll get this done quickly. Have at you!" Vermilion charged at a nimble pace raising the temperate Scythe.
Acting all high and mighty just isn't my thing, but hell if it ain't fun.
"AR-12-84... Sounds harsh. Priscilla. I'll call you Priscilla. Haha. It's certainly a pleasure to meet you, my new Champion." Asmodeus couldn't stifle a short laugh. "Oh, but anyway, it's been too long since I've talked to anyone. Far too long, and i suppose the way i look now isn't the most pleasant. Heheh. Let's see..." With a small crack, Asmodeus flipped her head so that her crying eyes were upright and her mouth below. With a few more cracking sounds, her head began to shrink to a size more proportional to the body, and the balleen parted to make rows of short, white "Teeth" Though still made of balleen. Her face smoothed out to a more feminine appearance and she now looked like the doll of a small girl, only with the thousands of hands still emerging from a large mass on its back and it's head still suspended by a noose. As it talked, it made it obvious that her mouth was still a cut in her throat, but there was only one tongue right now.
"There, there there. Haha. I guess this looks more pleasing, no? Yes? Maybe? Ah, but i'm just rambling now, of course it does. It should make it easier to speak to me, heheh. Ha. Now, down to business, Priscilla..." Asmodeus' eyes spun around once and some of the dolls around her moved like they were chuckling, though no noise was made. A dainty hand came down from the ceiling again, its fist clenched, and move to Priscilla's face. Upon opening it, there was nothing at first, but then, something began to "Phase" Through the palm. It was an eye. An artificial eye with a shining gold iris. "Hahah... One more machine part shouldn't kill you... should it?~ Should it? Should it? Haha..."
Meanwhile, with Raziel, a hardy looking man raised his hand. "Let's fight them off. If we're gonna be attacked, we should give em hell."
Another survivor, a smaller and more timid man, summoned the courage to push in front of the speaker. "No!" He plead. "They'll come here. You know they will. You have to protect us!" His cowardice was so palpable, you could likely taste it if you tried.
Sehnsucht sighed, unfolding her arms.
It was rather stupid to allow him to come this far, so much for trying to avoid conflict. Alas, he may be strong but these powers know very little lim-
Yes, yes, yeeeeeeees~~~! Heeeeeeee~~~ We can't play without the playthings~!
Suddenly, doubling over in pain, Sehnsucht gave a pained groan before her eyes began to flicker intensely.
Why...? You don't...need to...-
Schadenfreude straightened taking Sehnsucht's place and gave a large grin, her teeth already looking visibly sharper, once kempt nails now serrated claws.
"Hello~~~! I do love visitors~~~!"
With that the demented being took a fighting stance and raised the claws, charging towards the intruder.
Raziel nodded to the man who had spoken.
"Ser Geoffrey," Raziel said, turning a weary gaze towards him, "Once I would be inclined to agree with you, and would have charged off without a moment's hesitation... but there are too few of us to risk it... if we are to wage war... I will do so alone. I do not want to risk anyone's safety here. I do not know for certain if the Others will ever really come here. Perhaps if we stay out of this, we may stay out of harm's way. Or, perhaps if I tried to appeal to their reason. Maybe. Hmm... on the other hand, if I wage war and win... we might have a new home..."
Raziel trailed off and started pacing around the room again. After a moment, he held up his left arm and unsheathed the Reaver, illuminating the entire room with its elder-green light, which seemed both to flicker like a torch, but also held an uneasy air of permanence to it. Raziel fixed his gaze upon the phantom blade for several moments before sheathing it again. And then Raziel started pacing through the room again.
Then he heard the cry of help from the smaller, timid man. Raziel walked towards him, and gently placed his claws on the man's shoulders... in an attempt at sympathy.
"I know, it pains me to do so but... if I must go to war I must, Daniel," Raziel backed away from the man, "And the rest of you? Lady Aude, Miss Yennifer? Ser Alistair? What say you?"
"The crazy ones always make for the funnest fights..." Vermilion quipped with a grin as he quickly faked out and used Spacial rend to swerve to the side before sending a barrage of Spiritual wisps in the direction of Schadenfreude. "Now, make this worthwhile or I'll get bored!" Vermilion grimaced as he managed to stay the same distance away using his space rending.
The large Black man of the group raised his hands. "I dunno y'all at times like this I'm the one who get eaten first." Alistair spoke up aware of horror cliches.
"Crazy~~~? How mean~~~!" Schadenfreude giggled uncontrollably, landing on all fours, falling for the fake out, the claws scraping against the ivory tiles. In a quick move, the spring heels were discarded and a large tear was made in the grey overdress to increase mobility.
The grin grew larger, noticing the wisps coming towards her,
"Fireflies~~~! Don't touch the fireflies or you'll die~! Heeee~"
Still on all fours, Schadenfreude bolted for the intruder, allowing herself to dodge and in an oddly graceful flair, cause the wisps to stop with an extended hand, leaving them levitating as the bordering on hysterical woman continued to charge for her prey.
...What is she doing? His tactic is obvious. Give me back my body before you do something regrettable!
"You wanna dance with the Doctor boys, come on lets fraking dance, Bitches!" The Metal Man shouted, as the minions swarmed him. He formed a comically large nine iron and slaughtered the minions in waves. "FOUR!" he shouted as he smacked a group into the far wall where the exploded for absolutely no reason.
After another 1000 or so waves of the Endless's minions he figured it was time to bring the sword back to the Endless...he just needed to find the Endless.
"Hmm bet way to find someone is to run around the castle and smash important looking shit, hoping that I either find the Endless or he finds me." he thought out loud.
The next few hours were spent smashing everything in the Endless's Domain with extreme prejudice.
Lady Aude, spoke up, " Mesa agree wif da Advanced Darkness disa no besa a good idea." she said a she flailed about like a mad woman. Lady Aude thought that Raizel, was quite possibly the most idiotic champion, though she heard rumors of a crazy old guy who might be more of a bother then this idiot. She didn't dare say that out loud though
As the eye was produced before her, it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. She the eye in her hand. It felt non-existent, if that could be a descriptor. "So, unless you expect me to grow a third eye-socket on a whim I'm to make a replacement, is that what you're getting at?" She said without emotion. "Well then, I'm more than willing to oblige" she said, turning her back to the doll-master. She couldn't help but notice that some of the dolls along the wall seemed to crane their heads for a better view. She brought her hand up to her eye
In her mind, a notice popped up with a little stylized and heavily caricatured spider looked up disgustingly adorably from the corner.
You seem to be removing a driver that is still in use. Would you like to deactivate it to avoid loss of data?
Opting for yes there was a slight click and a suddenly her right eye lost it's gleam and her vision from it was suddenly turned off. She carefully reached a thumb and forefinger along the side of the eye. Pinching down she gripped and pulled, it easily detached from her socket, and revealed the internal circuitry surrounding the smooth area inside her skull. Turning back to the now sized down Asmodeus.
"Very well, you don't make it through life without losing a few bits and pieces along the way" she remarked as she held an eye in both hands. "So, you want to trade is that it?" She said, offering the removed, synthetic eye.
Miss Yeniffer looked up, straightening out her rather low cut dress that left little to the imagination. "Oh... I don't know. Won't going out there bring horrible stuff right back at us? I think we should stay here and try to build up what we can".
"After all, with all these big, strong men we can't go wrong, right?" She said, eyeballing SIR Geoffrey up and down and up again
Vermilion grinned as he let space move again so that they were getting close to each other again."Ah, those expendable souls do as little as I expected., Regrettable..." He then stomped one foot into the ground and a scream was heard as a rift appeared and an open Iron Maiden was now facing the madwoman barreling at him."Now just be a doll and give it a hug!" He said he inhuman eyes glowing brighter as his excitement peaked.
Asmodeus chuckled. "I thought that would be a bit more bloody and painful. Glad to see it wasn't~ Keeping you moral up is good. Good good good~" the same hand that gave Priscilla the eye now took her old eye and pushed it against one of Asmodeus' more tentacle-like appendages, where it was slowly integrated. She beckoned with one outstretched hand and attempted a smile. "Now would you like me to put it in? Or would you prefer to?~"
Suddenly, while Raziel was conversing with his few remaining survivors, a sudden torrent of white haze came down in a funnel at a breakneck speed, slamming right over Sir Alistair. When it parted, Sir Alistair was nothing but bone bits and scraps. Quickly, the same fate struck the other four and, on the last one, Lady Aude, a figure appeared. IT was made of white, wispy haze and had no different coloration, so expressions were impossible to make out. The only noted thing was that it was perfectly human in appearance, and it bowed to Raziel before speaking in a hollow, whispery voice that managed to amplify itself to be heard without being close to Raziel. "Hello. Don't worry about your followers. They're dead now. Before anything ugly starts happening, and before the questions start, you seem to be in a bind. would you like me to deal with the threat so that we made speak in quiet?"
Raziel jumped back from the strange figure before him.
"I... damn you! They were the last of my world!" Raziel pointed at the figure with his left arm, "They were all I could save!"
Raziel unsheathed the Reaver without moving his arm, now the tip of the phantom weapon was directly under the strange figure's throat (or whatever passed for one).
"I should kill you where you stand..." Raziel glared at the figure, unsure of what to say or do next.
"OH nosa mesa Dead, itsa masa Bad juju" said the Ghost of Lady Aude
STOP NOW! YOU INGRATE!
Gaining back some control Sehnsucht stopped the oblivious madwoman in her tracks, seizing her hands and stopping the frantic feet. Making the body tumble onto the ground, landing a few feet before the torture device.
"Heeeey~ It's not your turn yet~!" Schadenfreude scowled, moving her arms in protest, stopping when catching eyes on the iron maiden, the grin returning with an almost loving look in her eyes,
"Oh~ So pretty~ I will not hug such a beauty, but I will keep it after you go into my special box~" she sang, getting back onto all fours and sizing up the man, seemingly working out in her delusional mind the best way to gain both a new playmate and a new toy.
The hazy figure laughed, head bobbing up and down as Raziel held the sword to his throat
"There were many people in this world who were the last of their kind and they've died too. I've not come for a fight with you. A fight i would surely win. I merely came to speak. Now, would you like me to take care of your current problem or not?"
The noise was raucous, and the loss regrettable, but The Endless yet had more important matters. We will meet soon enough, interloper, The Endless smiled, his regal, chiseled face split as his stony mouth appeared from beneath his flowing beard.
Concentrating on the mass of dead and defunct creatures laid out before him, The Endless raised a single, stony hand, fingers extended. A large pile of corpses began to shake slightly, then more violently. Suddenly, the entire pile burst into a fine mist of particles. The Endless closed his outstretched hand into a tight, white fist. The mist spontaneously collapsed on itself and produced a loud, piercing sound, a bright light and a large amount of heat, pouring off in waves and bombarding The Endless' unfazed body. With a final burst of smoke, a new formed Aberration stood before him.
It was a tall, lanky creature covered in black scales sporting nasty spikes. It's main head rested upon thin, nearly nonexistant shoulders, it's green, beady and unblinking eyes unrelentingly observant. More heads appeared at the end of long limbs that could have been hands, except there were dozens of them spread over it's thin body. It stood on dozens more spindly, kneeless legs. It hissed quietly as The Endless inspected it. "Good," he muttered, stroking his stony, white beard and nodding. "Take two others and find the intruder. Stop him." A hundred pairs of dark eyes nodded acquiescence in unison. The Aberration slithered off into the wall and disappeared.
That should slow him, The Endless thought, watching the beast crawl away. Turning his attention back toward the corpses, The Endless couldn't help but chuckle -inadvertently shaking his Empire- and think, But for how long?
Fury Is Me.:
Raziel turned to Miss Yenniffer and gazed at her... when he still had eyes, this would have been merely creepy... now that he only had glowing empty sockets, the effect was more like he was staring right through Yennifer and straight into her soul. The effect was unintended of course, but there seemed little Raziel could actually do to avoid it.
"I had no intention of taking anyone with me into this battle, should the need prove urgent," he said to her in a mental voice that he hoped would sound patient and calming, "And if I must leave, I will do my best to ensure that none of the Others will ever find this Domain... though... I fear of what might happen if I should be utterly obliterated. Before, my former master kept this realm in form... but... now I can only assume that I am the only entity keeping this place in check. So if I go out to battle, I will also have to find a place for all of your to hide. Or... perhaps... I could attempt to parlay with the Others. Perhaps they can be reasoned with... or maybe such an attempt would be fruitless. I must... consider..."
Raziel sat down on the ground, resting his torn arms on the shattered remains of his legs. Then, his sockets went dark, as if he had closed them.
"No." Priscilla said quickly. Even if it does mean well, which odds are it doesn't, there was no way she was going to let that thing touch her if she could avoid it. "No, I can manage just fine if it's any difference to you" she said as she looked at the eye. It seemed... wrong but what else could be done. There was no way around it, and walking around with the targeting retina up as an impromptu eye patch was not much better. It slid in disturbingly well, and seemed to root itself in there. She contained a shudder as she tried to move it, but no sight was coming to her.
"Now, was there a reason behind this? Or do you just enjoy depriving your workers of part of their senses?" She responded in a bored tone, though was hoping she did not just blind herself on the whim of Asmodous for little to no reason other than a brand.
Vermilion chuckled heartily at the contorting figure."This has been fun... Buuuut..." Then then stomped again and an Iron maiden appeared from above and was rapidly dropping on the female form."Aurevoir, It's been... Interesting to say the very least." The champion sighed and shrugged."What a shame."
Moments passed in quiet until groaning from under the weight of the iron maiden, Sehnsucht lifted the torturous instrument and panted. Tears and dark maroon streaks all over the body. Spikes digging into the palms of the hands. The maiden was thrown off of her and near the window where this whole fiasco had started.
"That's quite enough of that." She said in a cold breathless tone, regaining her composure and standing.
Asmodeus started chuckling. "Give it a minute, Priscilla. You'll not be without your sight for long." Asmodeus wasn't lying. Soon, the eye quickly fired roots into the sides of her face, firmly attatching itself into Priscilla's cranium. A long optic nerve extended itself into the back of Priscilla's skull and linked itself up to her brain. Within seconds, she was able to see from the eye and move it around. It could even zoom. Asmodeus rolled one eye. "Good~ Now i can see as well~" She gave what appeared to be a nod, though it was hard to tell with the noose. "I welcome you, Priscilla~ You'll be well taken care of here. And don't worry about finding my chamber again. The eye will show you the correct path back to me. Now... I have a job for you." Asmodeus clapped two of her hands. "There's a creator i'd like you to try to steal from, not too far from the outside of my domain. It lives in a sea of poisonous fluid and gasses where nothing can survive, yet it allows challengers inside and gives them hospitable environments as it goes. I'd like you to bring me back something with the essence of it's poison. Yes, yes. Haha. The poison. Poison everywhere. Oooh. It will make us so much better. Heheh. Ah..." Asmodeus stopped musing and spoke normally again, or as normally as she could. "I'd be happy to send you a few soldiers." As she said this, a group of 7 lancer dolls, 5 marionettes, 3 stalker maidens, and one Iron Maiden. "That is, should you like to take them." Asmodeus chuckled.
The Metal Man continued his quest to smash all the things in this domain that was until what could only be describe as a horrible abomination in the guise of a Dragon showed up.
"Oh hey there Dragon, looks like I finally got someone's attention." he said with a wild grin on his face.
He knew that this was going to be fun, he formed a large frying pan in his right hand and a equally large Egg Beater. He dodged a very quick snap of his monsters jaw's and knew he needed a mount for this epic battle, with that a giant wild boar, made of metal formed under The Metal Man. With every step the giant metal pig took a voice said the word PORK.
"Now then dragon, Breakfast...IS...SERVED!!!!!!" he shouted charging right towards the beast.
The once still room known as the Mortuary was now abuzz with life. A twisted, profane mockery of life, but life nonetheless. From wall to wall, Beasts, Monsters and Chimera milled about aimlessly under the watchful eye of The Endless as he idly stroked his beard. The Metal Man had finally engaged in battle with his newest creation after bashing his way through an obscene amount of The Endless' other minions. Best these stay here, he thought, I've enough work ahead of me as it stands now.
Looking inward, The Endless watched briefly as the battle between his thrall and The Metal Man progressed. The snake-ish beast darted and slithered around, it's many heads snapping and hissing at the elderly metal monstrosity. The Metal Man responded in kind by riding some strange, gleaming boar around haphazardly, hee-ing and haw-ing and spouting some mildly incoherent gibberish. The Endless couldn't help but guffaw slightly, covering his mouth with one huge, stony hand and shaking his palace, which seemed to stall the battle ever-so-briefly.
Doing his best to at least temporarily disregard the wacky intruder, The Endless left the Mortuary and returned to his throne the same way he had come: a burst, a flash, then nothing, forming himself out of the stuff from the air on his throne. "Ah," The Endless muttered to himself, "sometimes, it is good to be nearly omnipotent." His wolfish and dragonic guardians sprung to attention as he appeared, though he dismissed them with a wave.
As the guardians returned to a resting pose, the other Aberration returned, his crimson crest gleaming. "Lord," it rasped, "shall I deal with the interloper?" It reached into it's mouth, ripping free it's own tongue which twisted into a terrible sword.
"No," The Endless replied. He shifted in his white throne, leaning backward and weaving his coarse, stony fingers together to form a supportive canopy for his heavy head. "Escort him to me. Peacefully."
Vermilion then smirked."Not dead are you? Well, you've got more fight then I'd have thought, heh..." He then raised up the Harvester and swung it down half expectantly."Now, we'll see what color your insides are." He grinned deeply to himself and waited to see what would happen next.
The fight against the dragon was going incredibly well...that was until the castle shook and a loose stone smashed into the man's face at mach 10. This prompted the old man to pull out a strip of crispy bacon. "BACON!" he shouted eating it and suddenly feeling so much better. This also had the side affect of causing the pig to charge the dragon while screaming Bacon.
The frying pan smashed the creature's skull in and the egg beater was used to scrabble the dragon's brain..."Scrambled eggs anyone?" he said dissolving all the weapons and the giant boar.
It was at this point that a new monster arrived, "Oh is it time for lunch already big fella? well let me heat something up for you!" he said creating a flame thrower.