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"I heard you created a Broodmother," spoke aloud Beelzebub, who leaned over the table within the space atop the Tower of Babel. Upon his features was a great grin full of expectations, as the prospect of a Broodmother, especially one who was an immortal, was enough to excite the God.

"I have," at my nod and assent, he did clap with glee which startled the Twins.

"What's so great about it?" wondered aloud Yin, of whom cocked her head towards her right shoulder, whilst her sister repeated the action, but towards her left.

"Well," he began whilst leaning back against his chair, "a Broodmother has the ability to produce a mass amount of children for specific races. One such race are the Mindflayers, and I assume this was what you've chosen, Karastak?"

Once more, I nodded, "Yes, as I only had their eggs and none others."

"Good. We need more of them around. Too bad there is only enough for one hundred."

His features darkened as he spoke, but brightened when I corrected his person, "Actually, I used one of the lesser immortals, and Rojaahn estimates that it will produce up to one thousand children before its heart runs into complications."

"Oh? And what did the female do to anger you?" Upon asking this, I simply turned to stare into his eyes with a blank expression. Of which simply said, "Do. Not. Ask." "Alright then," he muttered slowly as Hephaestus and Kronos soon joined our persons.

"Ah," sighed the Titan, whose form slowly slid into the chair made especially for one such as he, "It is good to see everyone here. So tell me, Karastak, did you find any more information about this 'Ban Hammer'?"

"Yes," I responded, standing up from my seat, and directed everyone's attention towards the centre of the table where several screens projected a wide variety of stills. Each one was taken upon the twenty or so worlds I had sent my guild to wage war, where they all encountered the "Ban Hammer" of various designs. "Each of my underlings had captured these stills of the Hammer, and all have come to tell of their prowess. However, they only last for two or three turns of the sun, and no more than that."

"What do you mean?" asked Yang, of whom appeared to still be confused.

"What he means is," began Hephaestus who grinned in quite the diabolical manner, "The Hammer only lasts for a few days before it disappears."

"Correct, but that doesn't mean that there aren't any surprises left in store for us upon Terra. Which means we'll still need to be careful," my right, clawed hand was held up to forestall any more interruptions, "I desire Terra as soon as possible, which is the truth, but at the same time, we need the location of the False God.

"Therefore, we must direct our efforts in finding his person whilst we corrupt the world in our favour."

"And how will we do that?" chimed in Beelzebub, whose facial features held that of his demented self in anticipation towards my next words.

"It is quite simple," my body slowly stretched itself into my skeletal self, but one wreathed with my chaotic energies and shadows instead of my original poisons, "we tear the scenarios apart." Upon so saying, a white spell circle erupts around our persons, whisking us back into our world of Terra so that we may take it all back for my self.

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Within the white void hidden near the world called Terra sat a begrudged False God upon a throne of iron. Where he was in the middle of tapping away at a floating, crystalline screen which held a half formed scenario that would be used as a trap in order to draw out the intruders who continued to torment his person. However, just as he was placing a few final touches on the main event for the show, the alarms within his space erupted all around him.

Thus, causing his person to make a few mistakes due to his body jumping from the noise. "Damnit all," he growled slowly, "What now?" Quickly, he activated a few keys which brought up several more screens. Within them were moving stills containing a Fire Giant, a pair of semi-nude Kitsune children, a hunchback old Human, an Elf in full plate armour, and a shadowed, skeletal giant.

"No," he felt the blood drain from his bodiless head, and quickly pulled up the command to release the Ban Hammer once more. Unfortunately for his person, someone had locked him out of the function. "What the hell? Who locked me out?"

"I did, you idiot," growled the female Dwarf who tapped her leathered fingers upon a screen she held. Of which then calmed the alarms as she trudged towards his position.

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"Why did you do that? They're right there!" His gauntleted, right forefinger pointed towards the group of unknowns with the giant skeleton in the centre. Of which was directing its own energies into the world before it, stripping away the half formed sceneries of its colours and substances. These then were tossed aside as the energies continued to ravage the very make up of that world.

"Huh," her eyes widened as she stared at the screen, "Looks like it was Undead Karastak, and he even brought some interesting looking friends with him, too."

"Is that all you're going to say?" Draxis growled down upon the Dwarf, of whom simply raised her left eyebrow as she stared up at his body.

"What else should I say? That you fucked up? That you're going to be stripped of everything including your right to rule and govern Terra and its system?" At this point, his body did its best to swing both of its arms down upon the female, but found it flying through the air with a casual flick of a finger towards it.

"Draxis, deary," her small body picked up the head of the other, then booted it towards his body just so that she may claim his throne, "Your time is nearly at an end, and so is my report upon your actions to this new threat." She crossed her legs over one another as multiple screens appeared before her. Whereupon they were tapped repeatedly just as the alarms rang out once more.

This time, however, the female was the one surprised, and a tad frightened as she was informed of a breach within the space the pair were now in. "No, no, no, no, no," her voice became frantic even as a crimson line appeared before the throne. One which was jagged and full of fractures as eight, shadowed claws reached through and slowly pried it open. Of which allowed her to view a great crimson orb full of malice, rage, and loathing for everything it sees.

 "I... found... you," spoke an old voice, one the pair recognised, as multiple portals full of chaotic energies of crimson, violet, and emerald lightnings erupted within the space. What stepped out of the portals were the Undying; each one capable of handling a minour God or Goddess by themselves. Especially those of whom held up an emerald coloured torch high above their bodies, as they had proven their prowess towards the Gods and Goddesses who decided to stay and fight upon Forge when they should have run.

"Undead...," began the Dwarf, whose eyes widened as the Undead God stepped through a portal he had created from a crimson line within the air. Upon his bones was not the poisons he was known for, but the shadows and chaotic energies which were known as his true form by those of whom did witness his prowess at slaughtering much of their fellows within Forge.

"... Karastak," finished the False God, Warden Draxis. Of whom then scrambled to his feet just as the giant turned to stare upon his person.

"You," the right, primary foreclaw pointed towards his person, "You are the False God of my world of Terra."

"You're wrong. I held the right to rule the world since the beginning."

"You lie, but no matter." Slowly, the skeletal giant trudged forwards and gripped the frightened Dulahan body with his minour, clawed hands whilst his primaries gripped the draconic head.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"You will give to me your control over my world of Terra," he began slowly, as multiple spell circles full of the energies of chaos, the Madness, and great loathing formed all around them, "You will give unto me your everything, False God of Terra. The control; your abilities; your histories. Your... everything. For I desire it-"

However, before he was able to finish the intonement of the spell, a blindingly white bolt of energy flung out and struck his spine, sending the Dulahan's body tumbling out of the giant's claws. This almost sent the head out as well, but he kept a firm grip on it.

"You dare harm our Lord High God?" growled a four-armed, metallic skeleton who wore a robe the colour of freshly fallen snow, and wielded a staff of bone. Of whom had turned around and pointed towards a surprised Dwarven female standing atop the throne of iron. "Kill-"

"Stop," called out the giant, of whom retrieved the body of Draxis from a few of his servants, and slowly turned around, "I know this energy; this strength; this... power." The next words caused the female's colour to become as white as the robe of the skeletal creature who was about to have her killed, "You hold a Spark of Purity, don't you?"