AN: And now we come to something interesting for the next three or four chapters. This one was actually planned out by myself and one other, because he can and someone else wanted to see what will happen.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"The screaming has ceased, Karastak," called out the Titan Kronos, of whom pointed at the cage now containing a quivering mass of flesh and bone. For it appeared to our persons that the creature within had become a Flesh Slime. Of which was a creature of your worst nightmares, as it can become anyone it devours, retaining their speech and knowledge perfectly.

As to how this all occurred? Well, the creature was in the process of becoming a dragon of some sort when the energy of the space it was in was cut off. Thus, causing it to melt into a puddle which then flowed into the Slime before us. Of course, the process created much distress for it, and I was quite sure the pain equated to a drop of my own acidic poisons ravaging the insides of a body.

"Indeed," came my comment, as I squatted in front of the cage to stare upon the Flesh Slime before my eyes, "Though I do not understand why it became something as this." This was spoken just as the creature before my person lashed out to devour my body, but ran up against the wall containing itself. "This Flesh Slime appears to be similar to the ones upon the one hundredth floor of the Tower, but those are grey in colour, whilst this is more pink.

"Quite strange."

"Yes, but then again," spoke the Dwarf, who appeared unfazed by the development, "it was in the middle of becoming a dragon. Perhaps this is the default stage when outside the whiteness's influence."

"Ah, but it appeared to my own eyes that the creature can become anything, including gold and weapons. Which hints at maybe the world is one of these creatures as well."

"That is an awful thought, Karastak," chimed in the Titan, of whom visibly shivered at the thought of my world was made up of these creatures. Or, perhaps it was simply his person moving as he spoke.

"Yes, as it would mean my plans would have to change," was my reply, as the thought of it left a "sour taste in my mouth", as the saying went, "Well, good Dwarf, do you happen to have anything to communicate with the creature?"

To which the other simply shook his head, "No, but if you will permit me, I would like to take this creature, and the cage, back to the Workshop in order to run multiple experiments."

"Only if you will allow Rojaahn to accompany you, as he is my lead researcher in all things." Of which the other assented to, as a spark of light flared up within his eyes at the prospect of learning something new. Yes. This was shared by my Undying, too, as he had never before seen an intact cage such as this.

Within mere moments, another spell circle erupted from the base of the cage, and encompassed the bodies of the Homunculi, Dwarf, and Rojaahn, whisking their persons away towards Hephaestus's hidden Workshop.

*****

"Stupid Draxis, making me do all the work when he's supposed to know more about his system than me," grumbled the female Dwarf as she worked tirelessly in order to bring more control to the False God. Of whom could only pace behind the other as he stared on worriedly over the possibility of losing the world to some unknown entity.

"What can I do?" he muttered to himself, as the smaller of the pair continued to tap away at the screens and "keyboards" under them.

"Don't bother me is what you can do," snapped the female, of whom was not at all amused by this new turn of events, "I'm rerouting your system through a back-up server in order to mitigate some of the damage your intruders had caused. After I'm done, you'd best create a new scenario as soon as possible to keep whoever it is from controlling it completely.

"Also, be sure to keep making your scenarios one after another."

"Why?"

"Why?" Her head slowly turned one hundred and eighty degrees to stare at his person whilst her body continued to type away at the contraptions, "Because this is how you deal with beings like this one. Keep them occupied until you can figure out who they are, and block them out completely." Upon so saying, her head quickly swiveled around to the front. Of which squinted her eyes as the pace quickened immensely, until, at long last, she was done.

"Finally," the Dwarf gave out an exasperated sigh and flopped onto her back, "You should have most of your control back, so hop to it. If you do not wish for the other to regain your world, then start creating your stupid scenarios, and send some new players into it."

"R-right away," he stammered quickly, righting the throne, and sitting upon it. Whereupon he did call upon several screens which he tapped his gauntleted fingers against to pull up the creation of his scenarios.

The first to be brought up was the Demon Lord, of which he did sneer greatly at as it was processed through. This then pulled up another screen which held our world within, and as the scenario was implemented, it caused the land mass to shift and change into New Wair with the cavern for the Demons of the world to live in many kilometres away. Of which caused his mind to conjure up images of him turning against his family as he bartered with God King Azazel in order to give up the world to her. In exchange, he was to be in charge, and would wreak havoc upon the family that overlooked his prowess as the next Head.

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Yes. The reason why the False God, the "First Son", was in charge of the world was from the fact that his own mother, the Demon Lord, was going to ascend his younger brother to the rank of Leader of their race. This did not sit well with his person, and plotted against them all in the form of bartering with Azazel in order to bring the world into her Pantheon. However, this came with an attached string that said he must be the one in charge of its being, and no other.

Now, at that time, the God King was young and desired more worlds and beings under her control. Thus, she took the world into her system, and set him up as a minour God for it. Though he complained greatly, the False God could do nothing, but accept his position and even called himself "Warden Draxis" in order to sound more important. Of course, it only made him sound more of a pretentious ass than anything else, to be honest.

In any case, after such thoughts drifted away from his person, did he sit back and reopened the portal within the Hub of Azzarath in order to invite new "players" into his world. "And now we wait."

*****

Now, the moment the False God opened the portal into his world, did I receive a notification within my own mind about such a thing. Of which caused my eyes to widen for a moment, then narrowed as I contemplated this new information.

"What is on your mind, Karastak?" asked the Titan, as he peered towards my Kobold self intently. Whereas I simply glanced towards his person with a shrug.

"It seemed the 'Key' I took from the little God King gave my mind a notification about the False God reopening the world to others."

"Isn't that a good thing, though?" called out Beelzebub, of whom held the Kitsune twins, who were awake, upon his lap.

"Yes, but he has most likely grown wise to my antics, and will be on the lookout for such things," I spoke this unknowingly, as the truth of the matter was that the other did not know my antics at that time. For he had to go through a "reset", which took away much of his memories, "Which means I can either let him believe he has won by not advancing through the world. Or perform something outside my normal routine. Though, I'll be needing the Twins' help for that venture."

"Oh?" spoke Yin, of whom stared at my person with great curiosity, "What is it that you need? from us?"

With a sigh, I stood tall and stalked away from the table with which they all sat near, and called upon my own energies. Of which created a greater spell circle, almost the same size as the Oak tree which was sent elsewhere from the beginning of this story. This, of course, was centered around my person as the light within shifted and latched onto my person, changing its shape into something more lithe. Whilst this occurred, my body structure became more curvy, as a pair of small mounds grew upon my chest, and that which was betwixt my legs disappeared. In its place, however, was a small slit of flesh, but nothing was added to it. For although it was necessary for appearance sake, I was still very much an Undead creature, and had no desire for its use.

In short, yes, I became a female. No. This was not my first time using one, but was for this size. For I was in the size and shape of a girl-child of twelve years, but unlike all other females, I did not have any nipples. Instead, they were simply mounds of illusory flesh, as was that which was betwixt my legs.

Yes. This form held the curves of one at that age, and held many muscles about its body. Of which included a "six pack of abs", whilst everything else was well defined. The facial features of this one held the image of round softness, which also gave off the appearance of one who has seen how harsh reality can be. Whereas the eyes were of bright red orbs with shadowed slits in the centre, its skin was as white as snow, and the hair was a waistline river of crimson blood.

What is more, it had a button nose and small lips with a pair of glinting fangs point out upon the bottom lip. These were small, but quite prominent, and would help with frightening other in the long run. Which mean, my dear audience, that I was in the form of an abomination amongst true Vampires. For I was an "Immortal Child", and one that would become hunted by all races, including the multiple Vampire clans throughout the various worlds.

On the other hand, not many people know about this fact. Of which was a closely guarded secret, until Morticia and Alucard spoke about them upon Forge.

"So you can be a female, Karastak?" asked Beelzebub, who stared upon my body with great hunger.

"I can be anything I wish to be, Beelzebub," was my reply, as the Twins struck at his head with great force in order to drag his gaze away from my person.

This lasted for some time, until Yang turned towards my person in order to ask, "What do you need us for?"

"I don't know what to wear."