AN: It's only now that I realised I missed a wonderful opportunity due to the number 69. Ah well.

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

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These next few accounts are from my beloved Sarah, from the Azzarathean Library of All Knowledge, as well as from my own servants. To start, we shall backpedal when I had first removed our world of Terra. Whereupon the movement did not go unnoticed by those that I had first believed were too occupied.

Once the acquisition of the world came under my control, alarms blared within the confines of Azazel's space. Unfortunately, it was ignored due to her lack of presence and continued to blare until something of a secretary came into the space to turn everything off. This one was a tall, slender "Trap" of a male, and wore a long, frilly blue dress which stretched down past his knees. The race of this one was an Elf, and had all of the markings of one who was of the High Elven sub-race.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," his voice was panicky, as he walked around the mess of bodies which littered the floor with his arms somewhat raised, and towards a blood stained desk which held patches of unknown white fluids. "The lady Azazel was supposed to be here, but she is not. What to do?" The Elf quickly pulled up a large screen and tapped away at it, which silenced the alarms and showed upon the large screen that one of the Tutorial worlds was pulling away from the Pantheon and drifting towards a different set of worlds.

"What?!" His eyes widened greatly as he watched this, of which then became orbs of bright crimson, "Someone is stealing one of the worlds!" This then led to him summoning the images of three Gods which were not occupied with defending their worlds which were under constant attack. These were then shown the moving stills of the world being torn away from their control and into the clutches of an unknown.

The first of these was a God of War, and was in the form of a Minotaur sitting upon a mountain of bones. It was this one who spoke first, but only after it leapt to its feet with a great axe held in its hands, "What?! How is this possible? Not only that, but I recognise it as a Tutorial World."

"It's Terra," muttered a Selkie which then swam around in its position under an unknown, but large, body of water, "I recognise it because Warden Draxis would not stop gloating over the fact that he still had it after the trial."

"Which trial was that?" This voice came from an elder Human in Judge's robes, and was sitting upon a high-back, wooden chair with a grand stretch of a desk before it.

"I believe that was the trial between User Undead Karastak and Warden Draxis," muttered the Elf.

"Ah yes, the sham of a trial which had more holes in it than a block of Swiss Cheese. No matter, what's going on with this world?" The Human pointed a polished, wooden mallet towards the that which vanished from their sight.

"It's been removed by persons unknown, and we need to retrieve it," muttered the Elf once more as it tapped away at a smaller screen. However, within mere moments his eyes widened from the information he was receiving. "No," came a soft moan as his legs gave out to the point where his body slumped to the ground.

"What's going on?" growled the Minotaur who tried to peer over its own screen and towards the other. Of which then received several documents detailing what the Elf "trap" had received. This, in turn, was transferred to the others whose eyes widened greatly from the shock.

"Is this true?" asked the Selkie, of whom did its best to hide near some colourful coral.

"If it is, then we shall be needing to convey a council quickly," spoke the elder, of whom had paled after reading the missive. For upon their screens was a detailed report of one they all dreaded ever coming across since the "Forge Incident".

Karastak had stolen the world called Terra, and Command had acknowledged him as its owner.

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Within a turn, an emergency council session was created, but only held twenty in number, as the rest were busy dealing with a war which spanned across nearly half of the worlds that were within their Pantheon. Not only that, but a few of those that decided to show up held scars from the wars, whilst others came with glowers and tales of their fellow Gods or Goddesses who have died due to their underestimation of the invaders.

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Amongst these beings was my beloved Sarah, of whom was curious as to why everyone was called, as well as to ask if anyone had seen God King Azazel. Yes. She did ask this aloud before her secretary even began, to which he replied with, "I will address this momentarily. Now, I'm glad everyone can come so quickly, especially those with worlds they needed to defend."

"Yes, yes, yes," grumbled an old Dwarf, of whom waved the stump of his left hand towards him, "Enough with the pleasantries, and just get on with it."

"Alright," the Elf then pulled up a large screen with several moving stills, as well as a document given to him by Command, "What you are viewing is the theft of Warden Draxis's Tutorial World called Terra." At this point, many heads turned towards his person as he spoke, each with widened eyes as they witnessed the world of Terra spinning away from their pantheon and into the unknown void between worlds.

"Not only this, but Command has acknowledged the one who had taken the world as the rightful one." Whisperings came from this statement, as the document was copied and passed around for all eyes to view it. These then became more heated as the image and name of one who they all disliked appeared as the new owner of the world called Terra appeared before their eyes.

"Yes," nodded the Elf slowly, "It is as it appears to be. User Undead Karastak has stolen the Tutorial World of Terra. This time I fear he has gone too far, and needs to be stopped."

"Good luck with trying to garner any support, Trap Elf," growled a Tiger Beastman, who crossed his arms over his barrel shaped chest, "As I recall, you lot tried to take over the world of Forge, and were expelled violently for doing so. Not only that, but God King Azazel had to intervene on your behalf in order to keep him from attacking everyone here."

"How do you know all of this?" The other's eyes narrowed whilst nearly half of the Gods and Goddesses present muttered amongst themselves.

"You really don't know, do you?" chuckled the Beastman, who then tapped away at his own personal screen. Of which then called up stills, both moving and not, which were then transferred into a much larger screen in the centre of the space they occupied. These images were then revealed as Undead Karastak in a giant form full of shadows and chaotic energies standing behind a horde of shadowed Undead both ghostly and metallic.

The latter caused more than a dozen being to tremble and shake, as they knew of how destructive these creatures could be when unleashed. Whereas the rest of those in attendance were either curious, or simply glared. Even more so was towards the destructive energies released from the maw of the giant, which then tore through several dozen divine shield and through the bodies of more than a dozen Gods and Goddesses. Of whom were then hacked to pieces by the Undead servants and had their cores dragged out of their bodies.

These cores, by the by, are within all Gods and Goddesses, and came in a variety of shapes. The ones the Undead servants pulled out were in the shape of rhombuses, and were then taken over to a white robed, four-armed metallic skeleton. Of whom then gave over all, but two to the giant mass of shadows and chaotic energies. The pair of them both ate their respective cores, which gave them a boost of some sort, and turned to annihilate the rest of those who were still upon the world which was there's by right.

However, just as they were to begin the slaughter once more, a flash of white light erupted in front of the giant and its horde. This was, of course, Azazel, and from here would placate the monster enough to broker a small treaty with it. One, in which, would bar all others, including herself, from ever stepping onto their worlds without explicit permission.

"How did you get this?" muttered an agape Elven secretary, whose eyes became just as large as his own mouth.

"How?" chuckled the Beastman, "Everyone on Azzarath has access to this. All because someone wasn't fast enough to censor the images."