AN: Tomorrow will be the epilogue along with some final words, and a few about what will be going on with the next series.

As always, 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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"Next," called out a rather bored Elven female in a flowery, pink dress. Of whom had created a portal into the next area of the space at the head of the line, and only sighed when all others did not move. For they were currently staring at my person as I knocked on the endarkened dome in order to inform everyone within that I was in control of the challengers, and that everything was okay.

Which caused the dome to vanish, revealing the group as my wife rushed to my side just as my body slowly took on the form of my Kitsune self. Whereupon he did cling to my person, whispering, "Don't do that again, okay? It was too scary in there."

"No promises, my dear," came my reply as we held one another close for a time.

Upon our release, did we lace our digits around one another as we passed all others who were not a part of our groups, and towards the Elf who grimaced at our persons. "Undead Karastak," she growled with haughtiness that was immediately smacked out by Sarah's back hand. This led to the creature flying back towards the portal, of which flickered as she landed next to it.

"You do not get to speak that name," growled the Wolfwoman who then stalked towards the slowly standing being before her. Of whom did raise her arms high as a clawed hand raked across bare flesh, creating great gashes which then exposed the very bones of her target's arms. Yes. The other did gasp and cry out from the pain, of which only just began.

For my wife then did tear of the Elf's right arm and proceed to beat the other with such a thing. Yes. We were all quite stunned by the display, as she had never expressed such anger, nor performed the violence that we each bore witness that turn. It was... quite entertaining to my eyes, and one that I will always treasure.

In any case, the female under her person had fallen soon after the beating began, and appeared to be ready to expire. Which led to my beloved to toss the limb away, grip the other's shoulders, and lift her body high. Whereupon she did stretch her maw as wide as possible, and promptly tore out her target's neck.

Oh yes. She did thusly, and was painted a bright red for performing such a deed. Of which she did grin and lap at the blood upon her fur as the body fell to the ground. However, she was not quite finished with it, for she pounced upon the body, tearing into its chest in order to retrieve the core nearest its heart. This was then swallowed whole to be absorbed at a much slower pace than one which was ground to powder and mixed with some sort of liquid would.

"Ah," Sarah sighed as her body twirled around in order to stare upon our persons with a feral grin that became sheepish when she realised the audience was not just my person, and did rub the back of her neck with her right, clawed hand, "Sorry about that. I always wanted to kill Siiro, and did not want to pass up the opportunity."

"Why?" called out Beelzebub, who was far more curious than anything at that point, "What did she do to you?"

"She?" Sarah did blink a few times, blinked down towards the mangle body, then turned to look upon the other with great confusion as her left, clawed hand waved at the mess, "That isn't a 'she', but a 'Trap'."

"A 'Trap'?" Now it was my turn to become confused.

To which she nodded in a manner like a sage with folded arms, "Yes. A 'Trap' is someone of a specific gender dressing up in the opposite's clothes, taking on their mannerisms and make-up in order to confuse and entrap others into believing they're what they appear to be, not what they actually are. Make sense?"

"Hmm," my voice hummed softly as a tendril of my energy did lift the hem of the dress, and remove part of the undergarments. Which led to the reveal of a limp, male appendage beneath such a thing. "It appears to be a male," came my mutterance as the dress was released, and turned around to spy my wife slowly scrubbing off the blood as Azazel number two did try her best to hide behind Beelzebub. Of whom was none too amused by this, and moved aside every time she performed such an action.

Yes. It was be quite the amusing viewing, but we had a job to do. One in which required the demise of a God King, and would not go down quietly.

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In the end, a full decca-turn would pass before Sarah gave us the okay that she had removed all of the blood from her body, and was ready to face her own mother in what could be viewed as the "Final Boss Battle". Yes. Such a thing could be viewed thusly, but for one such as I, it was just another turn and reminded my person of facing off against beings who were far more frightening than she.

No. Such things will not be spoken of any time soon.

In any case, once we stepped through the portal, we came upon another white Void Space. In the centre of it all, however, was the little-girl-who-was-not-a-girl. "God King Azazel," growled Beelzebub as he started to walk towards her person. However, he was held back by my outstretched arm as I was able to see the multitude of trap-like spell circles hidden within the whiteness. Of which led my person to point such things out.

Though, the moment after I finished, a light and delicate form of laughter echoed throughout the space's entirety. One in which was full of humourless mirth as the little God King turned to stare upon our persons with maddening eyes which appeared more along the lines of who who has lost their sanity quite recently. Not only this, but she was devoid of any clothing that we could see, which caused Sarah to twitch as though she made to move towards her person. However, she was soon stopped from proceeding by my person and her own will.

Ah, but Azazel number one was coated in various forms of entrails and drying blood from those that came to claim the worlds under her control. This was not enough to cover that which needed covering, but held enough to cause others to believe she was wearing some sort of disgusting garment upon her person. Yes. This was what we each believed at first glance, but came to realise the truth of it all.

"Ah," sighed the ruler of the Azzarathean Pantheon, "Undead Karastak, so good of you to join this one, but now you must die." Upon so saying, her form vanished from her position, and reappeared before my person. Whereupon she did lash out with a staff made up of pure, chaotic mana, and batting my body away from the rest of my group.

Oh yes. I was quite unamused by all of this, and desired to rend her to pieces. Especially when she decided to turn her attention upon my beloved wife with the staff that became a spear. However, it was bashed aside by Beelzebub, as he formed a shield out of his endarkened magicks upon his left arm. Within his right hand was a spear of his own design, and also one which was created by the same substance as the shield. This was then used to push his quarry away from those of whom were deemed to be the non-combatants of the group.

"You're the one who imprisoned me," he raged as his spear became a flurry of blows which were all directed towards her person. Though, of course, she easily parried and dodged each and every one of these blows with a great grin plastered upon her lips.

I, on the other hand, had become my skeletal, chaotic self as my body slowly stood tall. "Brutus. Gahn," my voice boomed throughout the space whilst portals full of my own energies erupted upon my left and right side. Of which allowed the Lich King, and Greater Golem to step through. This led to the summoning of a small host of Wendigos and Banshees, and were sent off to join Beelzebub in his fight against the God King.

"Brutus," his form turned towards my person with the look of expectancy upon his metallic, skeletal features, "You will be running support in this subjugation, understand?"

"Perfectly, My Lord High God," came his reply with a slight bow that quickly became a salute as he remembered my disdain for such things.

"Summon up as many as you so desire to, Brutus, my Lich King, and have them target God King Azazel. Gahn," my skeletal head turned towards his own, stone-like image of my person, "you are to be the protector of Brutus, Sarah, and the girl-child near her. Understand?" This led to his great head to bob once as his form slowly sauntered off towards my wife and Azazel number two.

"What of yourself, My Lord God?" asked my Right Hand in all things.

"I shall be attacking as well."

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