Tiamat POV

I the supreme ruler of the realm of chaos limbo,queen of disaster,destroyer of laws,origin of the devourers etc etc

......am bored. I mean what is there to do? Like sure I can look down to the lower realms for a champion or something but even that can get boring after like forever. Even with my.... rivial....? frenaemie....? childhood crush.....? What would you call our relationship. I basically we are like siblings at this point I mean sure he does send hundreds if not thousands of giant death robots on a regular basis but they can't exactly hurt me or anything they barely serve as nothing more than a chore and whos gonna say no to free enchanted metal? That's beside the point. I don't even know why he does it in the first place. Correction I know why. I just don't understand why he does everything on principal. Like I get it your the immbodyment of order but you can live a little you know. You can at least come yourself rather then sending those....

Speak of the devil.

I raise my head to observe the space in front me start to tear and warp like paper put threw a wet grinder.

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I lemeant to myself how much of chore this has become. As the mountains of metal crawl out of the casims in space an idea hits me if I use these creations of his to make to some my own.... Oh that will just drive him up the wall won't it. He will have no choice but to come here to complain about it

I let an an meniacail grin cross my face as I speak "let it be known, you will be made anew"

Imbuing my essense in the air with those words. I watch as the very realm behests to my wish. Crushing the metal automatons under a new found sense of gravity like tin cans.

I raise my claw to exstract a piece of glowing metal. I smile even wider now that I have what I need to enact my plan.

But I would need a few powerful souls to finish the job luckly I know just the place

NO-ONES POV

on earth sudden reports of people vanishing in front of people eyes flash on a Cafe television screen as a young man continues on with his thesis about something other seemingly oblivious to the implacations of such an event. Falling to notice the people begin to point at him from across the room as he seemly begins to turn transperant before he can even look up and notice something amiss he suddenly vanishies