He was eager to fight the thing, twitching at the thought really, an uncontrollable smile plastered across his face. It was too bad still, the fact that he couldn't feel that human bit of fear and nervousness a beating heart and hormones would have provided had he been pure, to any degree.

He controlled himself though, he waited for them to get to cover, to leave the area of destruction the brawl would have caused.

It was unfortunate though, as the moment he was ready to let loose, he would feel them enter his area of awareness, the three he had saved, and the three he had used. They were running for the door, and he prayed they would make it, though he knew they would not.

It got worse still, as in the ocean, minions of the towering monster lingered, waiting for their opportunity.

He thought about leaving them to die for a moment, after all, they had served their purpose, or rather, they were yet to. So, despite his want to get on with his fun, he'd ensure their lives, and he would piss off the behemoth at the same time.

It was a win win. He did have to consult 'that' before he could do anything though.

"Was it… 'anything you can imagine...?'" He would look at himself as he turned to silver, his voice echoing within his mind, waiting.

"If you can make it work… then sure… though a greater feat than 'that' is still death… even now… even with this thing you have created…" A soft feminine voice filled his thoughts, an answer.

He looked up at the giant, and without rhyme or reason, but only desire, he sought to see how far he could stretch the terms once more.

He'd pry open his bottomless pit of knowledge with the help of 'its' power, and so, he'd go back through all he had read, reconstructing all of it inside of his empty mind.

He would finally move, all of his ideas rearing to go, and so, with a stretch of his hand and a flex of his imagination, reality fell in on itself, bending and twisting. Then, an eruption of gold would envelope the beach, a figure darting from within it.

In the skies, was the mad man, inside a jet, she was right, and he'd abuse that fact. The sand would clear under the winds the monster had created, and what was left on the beach was a battalion of tens of tanks from all throughout time and wars.

They would all fire upon the creature in unison, and even if they couldn't pierce its skin, they did annoy it. It shielded its face from the flurry of high explosive shells, almost stumbling back into the ocean.

It would be pushed forward though, the result of supersonic missiles exploding on its back side.

It was all for naught still, and though he knew that, if he prevented it from doing anything, that was enough.

He'd steer the craft down to ocean level, almost crashing it in the ocean, and then, he would.

And from the resulting explosion of gold and water, a Daring class Type 45 Destroyer battleship would be unveiled from the waves.

It would unload on the creature just like all the other contraptions the man had created.

And so, the giant would begin to stumble closer to shore, and even its minions jumped out of the ocean.

They were headed for the refugees, dashing towards them. He did not panic though, he just hoped he wouldn't be the one to kill those he'd attempt to save.

He'd ignore the nightmare for a moment, and point the biggest gun on the ship towards the creatures. Thus, with one shell from the thing, in the blink of an eye, the creatures became a bloody mist on the shore.

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The escapees were affected by the blast still, tripping and being tossed across the floor. He knew they would be fine if it was just that, so he decided to refocus on the main threat.

The thing's anger had come to ahead, and as it walked inland, toppling all the buildings in trying to escape the volley of bullets, it whipped its hand around.

August was crazy, but he wasn't stupid. He'd break through the glass of the ship's command center, and sprinting across the deck, he'd jump into the depths.

A small explosion spawned beneath him, weights appearing and dragging him further down into the depths.

The thing would clench its fist, and as if hauling a great weight to heel, it brought it forward.

The ocean would fall still, then pull towards the creature, lifting in a wave higher than any structure ever built.

The ship would be dragged along and the tanks were washed away.

It would then open its hand, the wave exploding into faux rain.

It would look for the man, even though it could feel his usurped presence. And so, it would soon begin backing away, causing more earthquakes and destroying more infrastructure. As for why it was running, it could see what the lad was conjuring, and even if it didn't know why, it knew it was the target.

The ocean began to well up as a wake appeared darting across the water's surface. It would soon disappear, and from the calm of the ocean, a waterspout emerged, no, it was alive. A golden snake as large as the creature it sought to challenge sprung from the deep.

It seemed to soar as it closed in on the monster, jaws flung wide. The nightmare would resist, holding the serpent's jaws open, attempting to tear it in two.

As for the mastermind of the whole debacle, he would appear at the top of the snake's head as it began constricting the eldritch god, his right hand a canon as big as himself.

He'd point it at one of the giant's glaring red eyes, and though it did want to protect itself, it couldn't.

The hammer inside the machination would prime, and as it motioned, an explosion would fling the armor piercing tank shell towards its target.

It was powerful, and dangerously so, as it destroyed its own birthright with the force generated, and tossed August off the monster he created.

As for the consequences of such an action, the god screamed in many voices and the snakes head exploded as if hit with a meteor.

August would look back no more, and by the time he hit the ground, he was a giant in his own right, many meters tall, silver and beautiful.

He'd dash through the streets, destroying all the debris in his way even further as his refined body cut through it all. He knew what he was after, and he knew where it was.

He was far beyond what was expected though, and as he turned the corner at the shore, he would slip and tumble off onto the sand. He wouldn't stop, even as the demiurge's footsteps shook the island approaching him.

He would uproot the beach as he made a mad dash for the three refugees, and crashing into the small tunnel, they would all scream, but he didn't seem to care. He picked them all up, and creating a cavity in his chest, he locked them in.

He would then make his way into the ocean, diving. The open water elevator was broken, but the moon pool was still, well, a moon pool. So, with all his might, he swam down into the depths.

It wouldn't be that simple still, as the ocean seemed to become steel mush as he swam through it. The engineered lifeform would then begin to be pulled back up to the surface, it struggled, but no amount of resistance was saving it.

It would be dragged from the water and tossed back on to land, crashing through all of the buildings that were in its path.

The god would posture itself, slumping forward, and with the precise location of the abomination, it dashed towards it like a natural disaster destroying everything in its path, reducing it all to dust.

It would reach the metal giant before it hit the ground, and tackling the thing, they barreled through the whole island.

If one was to say the place used to prosper, they would be deemed a liar, and be executed for good measure. It was a trash heap, and it was from that heap that the fetish picked up the man.

It was about to speak, but there was something wrong, now that it had the man in its grasp, it was missing, his real body. The thing chuckled, shaking the very ground as the silver man melted away into nothingness.

The energy it had been using to track the usurper was concentrated within the figure, but it was artificial.

There was enough present to fool the creature, too little to be the real thing, and just enough missing to make an escape.

As for where the real body that the fetish sought was, it was in the ocean, and looking through the thing's eyes, perhaps we could see it.

The sight was otherworldly, pitch black with a missing red sun lighting the scene, there was an eclipse after all.

As for the energy, it darted through the air, as sporadic as lightning, but as smooth as a stream, a beautiful shining gold, as if liquid.

It flew out over the ocean, and as if alive, it waited, pooling, then it shot down into depths.

Yet, despite all of its capabilities, in the natural world, its destination will be a sad one, and it will be useless.