Perched above existence itself in a greater reality beyond, the City awaits extending into the infinite. Crystalline structures of flawless diamond hang suspended in space myriad facets sparkling, a soft rainbow glow emanating from them. Galleries, arcades, and spires connected by impossible bridges and corridors extend as far as the eye can see as water spills in all directions and tiny motes of light dance in the air around and through wisps and clouds of mist whipped by light zephyrs, while shadows slither across the walls creating a kaleidoscope effect, as the laws of the conventional reality mean nothing in this place. Within the walls spin countless galaxies and star systems, their light illuminating the City from within, the source of its soft rainbow hue. From everywhere at once there is the resonant echo of glass shattering far in the distance as droplets of water strike the crystals shattering into thousands of smaller drops only to shatter again, its repeated tremor creating a soothing melody which hangs in the air as a fey mist crawls upon the ground forming solid objects before dispersing again.


A great gallery of purest sapphire sparkles as the air begins to shimmer, Vorach's body slowly taking form. A gust of breeze enters the chamber as a being of purest light enters followed by numerous others, the Old Gods. Vorach turns and bows as they take up place around the chamber, their forms taking on corporeal qualities.

[Color=sky blue]The long wait is almost over, the Hero has arisen, it is almost time.[/color]

Vorach smiles thinly as around him beings of legend take shape, new light entering their solemn eyes.

Vorach floated from the centre of the circle taking place at the edge of the gallery, glancing around at the hundred or so assembled power beings from across the universe. With a gesture, the mist on the ground cleared as a rain of mercurial liquid poured from the open roof forming a small pool where Vorach had stood, the plains of penance appearing within, and upon them an army of demons and angels.

[Color=sky blue]As we speak the forces of Hell still under the control Lucifer are building upon the Plains of Penence in preparation of the coming war. His numbers are limited but poweful, the Angelion has joined them at my command. Lucifer has pledged his allegiance on condition, his army in exchange for a place among us.[/color]

The Gods passed glances as they considered the proposition, silent conversation taking place between them. Then in unison, they nodded in agreement, one of the Old Gods stepping forward, Shang-ti.

We accept, but only on the condition that he becomes one of us after he plays his part and the war is won, not before.

The Gods all nodded looking at Vorach as Shang-ti returned to his place.

[Color=sky blue]So be it, your condition is accepted. I will inform him of the will of the Pantheon.[/color]

The Old Gods nodded as Vorach spoke, with a wave of his hand the scene changed revealing Reficul and the legion of angels that were guarding it.

[Color=sky blue]The forces of light gather now in Reficul, the are even more limited than Lucifer's legion, though they are all Seraph and as such will provide considerable resistance.[/color]

Vorach waved his hand again and the scene shimmered showing the Black Citadel and the assembled Legion.

[Color=sky blue]Set's numbers are superior, though his forces are not, his demons are weak. This is only the tip of the iceberg, and though Set may control much of Hell's forces, the greater demons serve Lucifer. The balance of power lays with Set, but it is spread thinly.[/color]

Vorach paused as the Gods glanced to each other, Odin and Ares whispering, before the God of War Odin stepped forward.

We must reinforce Reficul, if Set were to bring forth his forces from the Hells directly into Reficul, it will not stand against such a threat.

[Color=sky blue]Set will require an agent to incant the magics necessary, and at this time the wards protecting Reficul prevent any such action.[/color]

The other Gods nodded, as Odin stood arms crossed defiant. Ares moved forward and stood beside Odin and continued to press Odin's point.

We must not take the chance, if Reficul falls, the Hero may not be able to muster enough power to defeat the march of the Legion he is not invincible, he can still be destroyed. If Set is able to continue his march it will be some time before we can orchestrate the coming of a new Hero.

The other Gods spoke silently as they contemplated Ares' and Odin's points, before they nodded in agreement with the war gods.

[Color=sky blue]Very well, we shall lend our power to Reficul. I shall depart to inform Lucifer of our decision.[/color]

Vorach vanished instantly as he teleported from the gallery to the Plains of Penance.

*The beautiful, limitless City was for the first time paused in it's bliss. Events on the mortal realm had caused a change....the brilliant sky above the city was now covered in storm, and the city itself shrouded in darkness. The Gods in all of their glory had never seen this before, sadly they all knew what was doing this. They all knew what was being gambled, and for the first time ever......they were brought to a pause.

Upon the great balconies of the city, the gods watched on silently as the storm cloud formed, they were well aware of what it was. They were ready for what may come, if Set achieved his goal he would enter this realm as an Overpower. Bahamut would awaken and face Set, destroying him once and for all.

The fabric of reality trembled slightly as the dark cloud grew above Creation, the vibration was not the storms doing, it was something else. The light of the halo that was the Celestial City shone brightly as the shadowy cloud expanded upward towards the vast emptiness of space in the centre of the halo. The fabric of reality began to quake more violently as the cloud grew to immeasurable size, far larger than Creation itself. Far below the city and the dark cloud, and even below the sphere of Creation, below the very feet of the Behemoth, the tremor was growing. The air became heavy as the light in the Celestial City dimmed momentarily, all motion froze as an immense will swept through the dimension, pausing as it encountered the cloud. Suddenly the fabric of reality shook violently as the dark cloud began to move, regressing away from the city. The cloud sunk away, down into the distance away from the city at a speed which was beyond comprehension. The cloud ceased to move and was paused momentarily, as suddenly it was illuminated by two immense beams of light, their source the now open eyes of Bahamut. The Over God was roused.

From distances beyond imagining it appeared as though an immense bi-pedal dragon stood, waist deep in mercury, staring at a storm cloud. The immense portals of golden light that were Bahamut's eyes narrowed as it leaned closer to the cloud, which now easily equalled the Over God's head in size. From the air itself a wave of invisible energy crashed over the dark cloud, as Bahamut's will scanned it. The cloud shrunk back from the frission momentarily before expanding again. Bahamut's eyes narrowed even more as he resumed his initial posture. Suddenly a great taloned hand moved towards the cloud, one talon pressing into the storm causing ragged bolts of dark lightning to course down along it. Bahamut withdrew his hand as he had learned all he needed to. Although currently the cloud's power was not a threat, it was still an enemy.

*The great dark storm that Bahamut fought eased back as all was silent for a few breathless moments. Suddenly, the storm regained it's former hold over the realm, this time bringing the artic winds and deadly lighting with it. The icy winds howled as a dark laughter filled the realm, laughter that sent a dreaded chill down through the beings called "Gods".*

this chilling laughter reached another being,
red eyey opened blerily as roused from their sleep they began to glow. the wolf fenrin shook his head a deep growling rumbeling up from the debth of hes chest. endevoring to stand he strained against the chains that bound him till the end of all. straining again suddenly frenzied as one of the chains gave , only one thought remained, his impending freedom and revenge, had ragnarok come?

*What seems to be years have passed since the war with the Iron Crown. The heavenly city has long since regained it's glory....acting still as the ruling body over the known universe. The Pantheon of te Gods have been secure in their supremacy for countless ages, their beauty unmatched since the birth of the balanced universe. The glory of the city was nearly overwhelming.....but soon something would happen - something that would change the pages of history forever.

*The brilliant sky was suddenly darkened, and the stable buildings suddenly began to shake. The heavens turned nearly black, with only flashes of purple lighting to act as illumination. The peace of the heavenly harps were thrown into discord with roars of thunder. The pool of mercurial liquid then burst into flames as the liquid seemed to transform into blood. The unholy flames climbed high into the sky as screaming filled the air.....screaming accompanied with a horrible laugh, a laugh that would chill even the purest of hearts. From the pool of divine liquid a figure emerged....a figure created of the very mercurial liquid from which it rose. The figure was a likeness of Ticonious. The flames danced around the figure and slowly flowed across the floor of the building. The Figure then looked at all the Gods, one at a time. The forces of evil grew with alarming speed in the City, the balance of power was becoming more and more unstable with each passing second. The figure then spoke to the Gods....it's voice was that of Ticonious. However, something could be felt behind the voice....something far older and far more powerful than any had ever realized.

"Mighty Pantheon hear me!!! You reign is over! For too long have you been tolerated, and for too long have your laws been obeyed.......no more. Long ago you took your stand against the will of Set and lived, now it's time for you to suffer for your sins against the Dark Lord. The time of the Gods has passed, so it is spoken by the Darkness, and so it shall be done."

*Behind the figure, a rift appeared.....a rift of flames and ice. From the dark portal, Duragon was ushered forth. The rift behind him faded away leaving only the killer and his master's voice in the world. The figure of blood continued it's speech then.

" I bring you the inevitable........I bring you oblivion."

*The figure turned to face Duragon.

" Kill as many as you can........"

*The figure suddenly burst into a flaming magma....spilling upon the holy faces of the Gods nearest to it. Evil has made it's move......now all we could do is wait.

*As soon as Ticonious left a sudden change happened to Duragons face. It was as if all the emotions he had once had were gone and the only thing left on his face was anger and bloodlust.

The Gods inside the Pantheon were now all standing around Duragon in a circle. Each one of the so called gods looked at Duragon like he was some sort of dieased creature, but in there eyes were also the look of a fiant fear, the kind of fear easily hide from the eyes of onlookers yet this ear ate away at them.
It was at this time three of these Gods steped foward, One was Jehova the one responible for Duragons existance, the other one was the god Aries, but the thrid one Duragon did not know. The Jehova spoke*

So Duragon, my second angel I see you have finaly returned and have some how also been able to become an angel once more. Your detrimanation and pride have led you to acomplish many of things but it is to bad that your accompishments and your life have to stop here. You were and still are one of the strongest angels ever to have lived and it pains me to see that this power must now die and fade out of existance forever

Father you are right, today I shall die but when I diie I will be acompanyed by you and the rest of your kind

*Jehova shook his head in a displeased maner and then he and the other two gods jion the circle once more. Duragons muscles then began to tighten he was about to begin his slaughter, but before he was able to begin his slaughter, each and every god lifted there right hand and pointed it at Duragon. Before he could react waves of energy began hitting his body from all directions, each and every wave knocked Duragon off balance eventualy to the piont were he was on one knee. Then the waves of energy stoped only to have thoughs waves become beams of pure energy. These beams kept Duragon from from moving and at the same time were kiling him, he cried out but this cry was not of pain it was of anger.*

I`m sorry my son but now you must DIE

Malkil appeared in a cloud of black smoke, his simple black robe and his twisted wooden staff his only possessions as he floated in the midst of the void. He stared wild eyed for long moments as the scene of creation spread out before him. He could see faint glimpses of his own Elrond through the thinly veiling dimensional walls, scenes of every reality overlaying each other like ghosts of the truth. Behind him he heard a powerful scream, as Duragon dropped to his knee. Turning he saw through a large doorway an assembly of beings, all perfect in their own way, and overwhelming power emanating from them. In the centre of their circle he could see Duragon, and could only sneer as the angel fell before the gods, and one in particular, the seraphs own maker. He paused for a moment, considering his options, then remembered the atrocity he had suffered at the machinations of these beings.

Closing his eyes, he gripped his staff tightly in his right hand, the crystal end filling with dim light. Words of power spilled from his mouth, forming a terrible litany, as he forged destructive magics, spells he had devised but never been confronted by an enemy powerful enough to test them against. Waves of invisible force passed outward from him in slow pulses as he moved his staff in intricate circles passing it all around him and spinning it end to end with unnatural dexterity. There was a horrid screeching as the light at its crystal end trailed a dimensional scar in its wake from which a smoldering green miasma of light and smoke spilled, an infernal glyph enscribed upon reality itself. Sparks of fire and lightning arced around him as his robe was whipped by an invisible wind. High above him a giant vortex of energy was growing, burning with white hot fire it spun slowly more than a mile in diametre. With a final passing of his staff it was finished, the glyph completed and a terrible clarion filled the air. From the heart of the vortex there was a huge explosion, and countless meteors of acrid green flame and smoke lanced toward the celestial city. Thousands of them crashed to explode in great bursts of energy, rocking the crystal structures. He could see the gods falter, all but Jahova, his power irresistable, he simply turned to Malikil and smiled, his face warm and gentle, as if he knew what was planned, and as if he cared nothing for it. The lesser gods turned, some of them moving away toward Malkil, the battle had begun.

The young girl had been standing at the side of the door way listening to all that happened. She seemed to be a child no more than twelve, but yet in her eyes flashed the wisdom of an goddess.

Her hair was black, straight and fell to the middle of her back in a loose braid. Her eyes were a deep dark blue, almost like an abyss in ocean waters. Her tan skin gave the impression of being of indian decent. She wore a long black hooded robe which seemed to flow behind her like a river of black. A large silver amulet containing a black jewel hung about her small neck, giving an almost humorous impression, had it not been known who she was. She was Kalika, the goddess of death, rebirth and wisdom, and all feared her.

Her father, coincedentally was Lucifer, but that was only for genetics sake. She was an avatar, goddess born in human form for one reason and one only: to destroy all life. Having such a purpose for living gave her great power and both sides in the coming war wanted her for their use. She had given them an ultimatum, who ever comes up with the best payment will have my assistance. However, the only problem with that is no one had a good enough offer. So why was she hanging around the city....

*Still being attacked by a number of gods fireing beams of energy at him, Duragon began to let his logical mind leave him and let the savage beast within him take over. He yells then got louder and with it the energy in his body also began to incress. The Gods that were still attacking him put more power behind thier energy attacks but it seemed to have no effect on the now insain Duragon.

As his yells got louder somthing happend to his body, Two huge black wings of energy leaped out of his back, and Duragon stood on both of his feet. A dark aura then surronded his body and began to push back then energy beams that were attacking him.
He then screamed out in a voice loud enough to crumble mountians*

I SHALL NOT BE DENIEND MY REVENGE

*It was at this moment the aura surronding his exploded, throwing and pushing back the gods that were still surronding him. Duragon did not wait to see what would happen next and began his asalt. With quick and fluid movment Duragon ran up to the god Aries who was still getting his footing back from Duragons first attack. Without a word being siad He punged his hand into the war gods chest and chuckled as he saw the god cough up blood. Then with one swift movment of his hand Duragon torn out the Gods heart and lifted it to Aries face to show it to him before he died.

After Aries fell Duragons attentionturned to three other Godly figures that were standing side by side. Each one of them were charging a vite attack within the plams of their hands. Duragon immediatly charged at all three of them before they could attack, and then before he reached them he vanished. Leaving rhe three of them there almost stunned. But then before they were able to move out of the postion they were in they heard a voice*

Over here you nit wits

*Duragon was standing twenty feet behind them with one very powerful attack in his hand. Each of the three Gods had the look of fear in there eyes which compelled Duragon to do what he was sent there to do. He then launched the attack at the three of them, As the ball of energy hit them it also exploded not only killing them but also turning thier bodies to dust. and all the while Duragon stood there laughing a hellish laugh and enjoying every moment of his revenge*

Kalika's eyes began to shine in a rather malevolent manner, listening to her uncle extract his revenge on them. If they could not stand up to a simple demon like him, how could they defeat any of the other demons. Or even worse, how would they prove themselves a challenge for the goddess' power. Getting rather bored with just listening, she stepped into the doorway speaking slightly agrivatedly.

" Duragon, my dear sweet uncle, how have you been?"

She speaks with a rather sarcastic edge in her voice. Grinning in a mildly psychotic manner, she taunts her uncle.

"Killing these powerless hacks you call 'gods' will offer you no challenge, but maybe facing the one they all fear will offer one..." Raising her hand in his direction, sythe appears in it.[color]"That is if you aren't scared"[/color]

*The power of darkness was growing. With each God that fell by Duragon's hand, the walls that kept Set itself trapped became weaker and weaker. The fall of Aries started a chain reaction that would grow until there were no Gods left, until there was no balance left. The will of The Dark Lord began to grow in it's power as the storm above seemed to grow from being a few dark clouds to a thick moving darkness. The conscience of evil became more noticed as the battle raged on.

*Kalika's words were spoke to Duragon. This daughter of Lucifer did not know of that which she spoke. The Gods were powerful, far too powerful for any normal demon. However, Duragon was no longer a demon - but rather a living gateway into Set himself. Deep within Kalika's mind, Set spoke again....his voice growing from the fading wisper that it once was now to a roaring echo of blackness.

"Kalika!!!!! Stand down! Hear me spawn of a beaten God - for when I speak all others fall silent. I shall give you a choice: either leave the Pantheon......or join in their fate. Time grows thin woman - and I'll soon be upon all of you once again............"

*The echo of the Dark Lord was like that of beating drums in the ears of the half-goddess. The war of the Gods still raged, but at what cost? Indeed, this was a game of chess - but who was the master and who was the pawn?

*Duragon had heard his niece speaking to him but he gave no pause nor any indiacation that he was even listening. He began attacking agian, but this time he was attacking a group of four lesser gods who stood together in a weak attempt to make some sort of defense agianst the demons brutal attack.
As he got closer to the four of them they to began to charge twoards him. Then when it seemed like they would colide both Duragon and the four gods leaped into the air and flew striaght upwards for about 200ft, then they all began fighting . Each of the four gods attacked in a series of punchs and kicks, Duragon retaliated in the same manner. This continued for close to five striaght minutes untill Duragon grew bored, he then vanished from sight and reappered nearly fifty yeards away.*

If this s all you can do as gods then I suggest you quite now and run away

*Then a small beam shot out from his right index finger, this beam traveled striaght into one of the four gods head at which time he began falling to the ground. the other three saw this and almost immediatly took the demons adivce and flew away and out of the pantheon.
It was then Duragon looked at his niece, his eyes glaring with fire. he then spoke to her through her mind*

My dearest niece I am the one they all fear for they know that I am thier death. And if you think that anything at this tme will stop me from taking out my vengence You are sady mistaken, not even for family would I stop

*A creepy sadistic grin came upon his face*

But not to worry your goddess is next on my list, but only due to the fact that she is a goddess. And then there is another after her the master of all these beings, Bahamut the god vorach kept talking about will also kneel before me just before he dies

*The rest of the so called gods were standing on the floor of the pantheon. They were all looking at Duragon as if he were death itself.*

Well now you all have seen my power, and you have seen the power of Set. But I now grow very bored with this and it is time to end this

*Duragon riased his hands over his head and a small ball of energy appeard, the gods looked on in aw as they witnessed the ball grow larger and larger. This ball of energy was fill with nothing but the purest of evil with came from Duragons blackend heart. But before it got to full power Duragon spoke allowed*

Malkil and Kalika leave the pantheon right now or parish with the rest of the gods, get as far away as possible

Not one to be stupid enough to stick around when her life was endangered, Set and Duragon with thier combined powers we more than a maatch for her.
Disappearing in a cloud of black smoke, her voice is still heard afterward

" I may be the daughter of a beaten god but you haven't beaten me, Not yet."

*No bright flash of power heralded Valron's entrance into the room of the Pantheon, but he was there none the less. In front of him was a scene of unimaginable destruction. Gods and other powerful creatures lay dead around the room. The few left where either running or begging for mercy from Duragon. Duragon floated high above the room charging between his hands a giant ball of power. One that would most likely destroy all the gods in this room.*

"Duragon, this insolence will not be accepted or tolerated, even if you are filled with the dark fury of hell itself." Valron spoke out before launching into action.

*Valron's body moved faster than he ever did before, his powers having increased. He rushed up to Duragon and slammed his one fist into his stomach and with his other fist he grabbed the demons face and threw him downwards hoping to break his concentration and the ball of energy. As Duragon plummeted Valron charged in his hands two blue balls of energy and threw them downwards at Duragon's back as he fell.*

*Duragon was taken by surpirse as Valron attacked him. He was even more surprised of Valrons power incresse since he had seen him last time. Duragon plumited downwards with great speed, he had just opened his wings to stop but then two balls of energy exploded on his back sending him to the ground. The impact of his body when it hit the ground sent an explosion of dirt and dust into the air and for a moment all was quite.

But as the air cleared Duragon could be seen standing up, the fire in his eyes looking striaght at valron. all of the living and wounded gods still inside looked on waiting to see what would happen next.*

So you are still alive Valron, I expected you to have arrived here earlier, maybe even bringing that idiot angel Hiro with your, or even your long time friend Marius. To bad you have come to late and with to little power behind you, the gods I have killed already have not only distured the balance in the universe but their power is feeding Set. I suggest you do the smart thing and leave like Kalika did or you to like these gods and myself will be killed by this next attack

*Duragons hand pionted upwards to the giant ball of energy still floating in the air,it had already stoped growing in size but now grew in power. The gods began to run But Duragon held them all in with magic*

Five seconds Valron is what I give you then you parish along with them and myself