Golden light streams forth, chasing away the shadows. How does that feel? Call my Tyrant one more time. Shall you rise or shall you fall?ĭemon King Aesthma: Cut you, didn't I? Poor little girl, not in front of your helpless sisters. Morrígan: We are sisters, but we are no longer triplets. I cannot block this tyrant's blows forever.ĭemon King Aesthma: Yeah, keep saying my name, babe. Morrígan: The time for bickering has ended. Nona: We are nothing without one another. Very savory.ĭemon King Aesthma: Stop screaming, I can't hear myself think. Thousands of souls, swallowed whole.ĭemon King Aesthma: I usually chew them first. Who is that? Where has she gone?! How can this happen?ĭemon King Aesthma: Did you just fucking slash me, bitch? Where did that sword come from. Kneel, tyrant.ĭemon King Aesthma: Tyrant. I'll eat you first.Ī radiant light pierces the darkness, shaded in hues of blue and gold, piercing through thousands of demons.ĭemon King Aesthma: You look funny. all alone.ĭemon King Aesthma: I like it when they moan.

Now give me what you girls got.ĭemon King Aesthma: You better fuckin' believe it. Nona: I will not surrender to a fiend like you.ĭemon King Aesthma: Literally. The Triad sisters were split apart by an enchanted Dracolich that pulsated with horrid, divine light.ĭecima: How could you. Shay'athe laughed, and with a flick of her hand, snuffed out the light of The Heirloom, and she too fell into the depths of darkness.ĭemon King Aesthma: This is a lot of fun. The Vagrant cut Shay'athe's hand, and pushed away The Moon into the darkness. 'Remember me, sister!' growled Shay'athe. In the distance The Imperatrix struck the moon once more, and Hyperion struck her, making her flee. The fighting was intense, as the gods washed the space with blood of demons, explosions and swipes larger than continents in all directions. And The Triad turned.ĭemon King Aesthma: Three in one combo? Nobody told me this was a buffet. The First Flame began to combat The Sun, sending geysers of plasma into the sky. The Core backed away with The Moon, as The Vagrant and Heirloom chased after. The demons rushed across the space, meeting with the chariots of shadow. like him a little less.ĭemon King Aesthma: Not enough violence here. Pleasure is mine.Ĭimmerian Shade: This bitch actually brought an Empyrean Crystal. I am The Imperatrix.Ĭimmerian Shade: This bitch actually brought an Empyrean Crystal. The Raven Queen: Who said I am a fledgling any more? I am Queen no longer. She smiles and dawns blackened wings and a cowl as The Moon backs away. The Raven Queen slings serrated feathers at Selene, carving through her flesh. I am here to fight.Ī gasp, and then a rush of shadowy steeds criss-cross the heavens. Selene, I will surrender my domains if you listen to me. The First Flame: You are given a final warning. Morta: Admit your foolishness and surrender. Trist: Right, yup, zipped up, sorry about that. But you did sort of, kind of, partially enable Wyld Magic to develop. Trist: Don't want to, y'know, cause a stir or anything. The Arbor: You know nothing of the necessity in our choices. The First Flame: Slain by the chaos you brought with your extremism. If it is destiny that brings you here, then so shall it be for me.Ĭimmerian Shade: Hate to break it to you Lunar Toon, but Ikigai is dead. Morta: For the murder of innocent mortals. You risk all mortal life for a desperate grab at power. You shall be snuffed out.Ĭimmerian Shade: That's my job, lovey. Anarchy approaches, and yet you create your own mess. Leave at once.īefore the group arrived The Core, the entire planet of Rakuen in the form of an avatar, guided directly to them in all its majesty.

Unmei: Selene, you are not fated to be here. Iapetus: Yeah, gonna be honest, we were there first. The Arbor: And yet you stand so nervously, when the time is here.Ĭimmerian Shade: Mate, you're literally made of wood. The First Flame: You forget whose body you take your life from. The Sun: And you thought this is where to make your stand? The star behind them boomed with the voice of The Sun. They were all thirsty for the domains of a god.Ĭimmerian Shade: This might be a little chaotic, by the way. They're here.Ī sea of hued eyes alight in the darkness. The Heirloom: By the light of all that is holy, we shall conquer this day. We trust you unerringly.Ĭimmerian Shade: I don't trust an iota in any of you. The First Flame: Our strength is here, but we are weaker than ever before. Unmei: Remember, to you all, we call upon you to protect us. The Triad, the three sisters - Nona, Decima, and Morta - approached in unison, brandishing their spear, mallet, and magic. All that gathered at the side of The First Flame were prepared. Every being seeking to ascend had all awoken. All gathered around the sun, dimly burning, until it went out too, now glowing a dark blackish glow.įirst there were moans, then screams, then hysterical laugher.

The vagrant bloody moon