Collaboration: The Gods and their Angels (Closed. We've Begun.)

[Safe in the Dark]

"Well, at first I wanted to find out what you were planning... But now I'm gonna want a few arms." He smirked."You've got more than enough." The overconfident reaper continued to eye the abomination with a smirk."My Mistress' orders are final. We have a contract." Vermilion's eyes glowed the dull yellow as he awaited a response.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

"Then why don't you go ahead and tell me what exactly your mistress wants and who she may be before you start making the ATTEMPT to cut off any of my arms?" Asmodeus said, taken aback by the comment about her precious arms. She wanted to set everything in the room on him at once right now, but continued to bide her time.

 

[BoosterGold]

Having reached the area where there final battle would take place, the Metal Man, first dissovled the platypus. "We are going to settle this like men...well Man, and Taco." The Metal Man, quickly turned his arm into a fierce looking blade and charged at the Taco Man, knowing that this was to be their final battle, and he would win, or the Taco Party House would make him pay off his lunch. "I will never pay for my lunch, never you hear me NEVER!!!!!!!" he shouted as he swung his blade arm.

The Taco man squatted down, in DBZ style action pose and began grunting loudly, pitch and volume raising as his cheese started standing up and various strands of unmelted cheddar cheese floated in a bloom shape around him like an aura. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS!" He shouted, pulling his hands back and then thrusting them forward making a handsign that could best be described as "Two middle fingers being thrust forcibly into an X shape. From his hands came a beam of melted nacho cheese, and it was heading straight for the Metal Man.

As the gooey cheese beam shot toward the Champion he was shocked, confused, hungry, and terrified all at once; but he managed to overcome his initial reaction and side stepped the the Nacho Beam Cannon, just in the nick of time. "That attack was pretty freaking cheesey!" he said as he managed to move in close to Jorge. "Now let me cut to the point..."he said slicing him with the blade that was his left arm, "and give it a shot!" he said as he brought up his right hand and fired a machine gun spread from his index finger, with his thumb straight up to form a gun.

Taco man moved quickly, stunned momentarily by the Metal Man's puns, but managed to free himself in the nick of time not to get shredded. He still took a few to his side, but instead of bleeding regular blood, he bled delicious chipotle sauce. He picked some of it up with his thumb and licked it. "Muy sabrosa..." He grinned and then reached behind himself. He then began throwing sharpened tomato slices, molecularly sharp, straight at the Metal Man.

The Poison God's Champion, saw the Tomato Shuriken and knew he needed to dodge that shit imediatly. So he used his super keen senses to dodge each of the shurikenmatos they all flew into the giant goatse. The Metal Man just looked and said, "Dude that was not cool apoligize to the goatse!" shouted The Hero in the lab coat. He formed a Portrait of Count Dracula, "say can this guy get some chipotle sauce?" he said very casually. He then formed a Jetpack and flew up high in the air, he then flew down,"This this Portrait will be your Ruin" he said smashing the metal portrait of the vampire Lord down on the Taco Warrior.

Jorge the Taco man caught it with both hands, his legs spreading to even out the weight along the ground. He struggled against the awesome force of the portrait being shoved against him, trying to crush his tasty, cruchy shell. He would not have it. "No me muero! Uno se muere!" He forced the portrait back upward with all his might and pulled on hand back, where it began glowing a fiery red. "Taco golpe!" he shouted, before slamming his fist against the portait of Dracula. Dracula's face contorted into a frown as it shattered into a million spicy pieces and the proceeding force slammed the remains of the painting straight into the Metal man, sending him flying back a few hundred meters. Taco man turned his back to the Metal Man and said. "Los vientos de cambio han arrasado la tierra..."

"Well Shit, looks like you won doesn't it unfourtanately I don't any money." Said the Metal Man nibbling on a strip of bacon.
The Taco Man man looked at the Metal Man and calmy said, "Después de trabajar para la Casa Taco de grupo ahora." he then pulled a box seemingly out of nowhere inside was an outfit, specificly an identical Taco costume. "Ahora deben llevar este equipo hasta que su deuda se paga fuera."

The Metal Man slipped into the costume gave the Taco a hand shake, adjusted his sombreo and was going to take this time to see what was up with the Puppet party in Poison God's Domain, he formed a vespa and raced toward the Toxic cloud.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

"She just wants to know your plans.... Everything else is all me, And I don't think either of them want you to know who they are." He did his usual combat pose, spinning his scythe into a combat ready position. "Step 1. Intrude upon the premises, Step 2. Make it this far... Step 3. Rip off your big ugly arms, aaaannnd step four, loot like a madman on my way out."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus laughed maniacally at Vermillion's statement. "So you intend to return with nothing but a few of my arms?! You expect me to give you any information as to what i have plans for in the future?" Asmodeus let her head fall back down. "I'm just another creator, looking to both gain a strategic advantage and better defend herself against creators who would send champions like YOU against me! Is that so wrong?" She said, not telling the whole truth, but not giving off any hint that she was. "Now leave my home or I'll forcibly send you back to your master in pieces contained in a small box!" She said, ready to set everything in the room flying in an instant.

 

[LevROLL]

The Endless watched the strange exchange between the puppet lord and her intruder intently through the eyes of his thrall, Crest. The strange, seemingly immortal interloper was quite audacious, but rather interesting at the same time. The puppet lord -this Asmodeus- on the other hand, seemed rather... unglued. And angry.

Go no further, Crest. No response came, but The Endless knew his creation would obey. They both watched very closely, to glean as much information as possible before they were discovered.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

"Well... I don't intend to leave empty-handedly." The Capricious Reaper remarked. "Besides, I'm starting to get a feel for this place. I've got to either bruise you like a plum, or leave with my pockets a little heavier, or else this fantastic voyage has all been for naught." Vermilion eyed his surroundings and gave a chuckle."No big ugly Bra washer, I.... I'm genuinely surprised." He quickly set out volley of loose souls that swayed about in the air."Sooo... Whenever you're ready."

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus cracked her head back to it's normal upside down position in an instant with a horrible crack, but it didn't grow back to its original size. Every arm on her back seemed to move at once as she spoke aloud. "My enemies have come to talk away the essence of my being. I, the master of puppets, general of vast armies of being that imitate the forms of others, shall never be overcome by any other. For the enemy has entered my most private of locations and attempts to eradicate my very body. within my reach, i will call upon the Age of the Demon Lord..." She spoke, voice stuck in an echoing, distorted voice. With a shudder and a rustle, every single one of the thousands of dolls of all varieties in the room began to heave with deep breaths as their eyes glinted brightly before they rose off each other, almost all at once, like the souls of the dead rising from the graves for Judgement Day. Each and everyone of them stared at Vermillion as a few quickly swarmed over the wisps to keep them from reaching Asmodeus herself. They quickly all drew weapons from their person and waited. "Let the show begin!" She shouted, and all at once, every doll swarmed towards Vermillion, weapons raised, ready to tear him asunder.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Gently drumming her fingers on the table, Sehnsucht managed enough energy to quickly talk to her Champion before he went to fight.
"Look...just focus on what you need...try not too get too messed up...you seem to have things under control in spite of your show-boating..."
A small smirk before bracing to watch the unfolding battle.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

Vermilion laughed."You talk to much, you big ugly abnormality!" He chided as he detonated all the souls at once before scattering more, and spinning around at high speeds with his scythe in the slicing position. "You seem to have too many arms anyway, It's be for your own good, you know?" The souls swayed in the air, slowly bobbing back in forth to the rhythm only death could hear.

Boss lady, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. If worse comes to worse you can just yank me back, remember?

 

[LevROLL]

Crest watched enraptured as the battle unfolded, as the countless puppets that lined the puppet lord's chamber jolted to life against her derisive intruder. But The Endless had seen enough. Calling on the Beast that had transported Crest as it circled through the white far above the castle like a vulture awaiting the passing of a dying creature, The Endless commanded it to retrieve him. Through it's senses, The Endless guided it at high-speed through the twisting, physics-defying halls and stairs of the puppet's lifeless castle.

Just as the battle intensified, the Beast scooped up Crest and began to make it's escape. Enough, the voice of his master came pounding into Crest's mind. I have witnessed enough to know that fighting in this realm is a very poor idea.

 

[SamuelT]

"Jesus balls..." The Mordred sighed as the twisted jesters took the stage. Not bothering to draw his sword, he kept looking at the creator.

"Look mate, I came to you 'cause you seemed like the bloke who would have some right ambition. I survived the cracking of stars, or the fall of time or whatever bullshit title it got, and yer having me here play around with clowns!?"

He stepped forward.

"I don't know if you're aware, but it's all machinations, plotting and shennanigans out there," He pointed in a random direction behind him. "If you're wanting to pour over your clown facination, that's arright, but I'm not gonna bother with you in that case!"

 

[Lambi]

"Hmpf! Fine, have it your way then." It snapped its fingers and the Jester Mages stopped their attacks, stepping into the shadows. "If you didn't want me to test you, you should have just mentioned so. I probably wouldn't have listened, but that might just be because of ear worms." It chuckled lightly. "You seem like a reasonable guy. For someone who isn't me. To be honest, I could use someone like you. Make a deal with. Come to an agreement with. All that sort of nonsense."

It was hovering only a few inches from the ground, going around in circles around the Mordred. "I merely wanted to see how you'd fare against my minions, but I can hold them off. For now at least. Though their patience is as thin as a feather." It came closer to the Mordred. "The question, or questions rather, here are, can you stand what lies inside my domain, and would you be interested in what I have to offer you?" It had its crazy grin at a minimum, but its teeth could still be seen a little.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus was shielded from the blast entirely by the dolls that shielded her. As quickly as the variety of dolls were being cut down by Vermillion, it seemed like two more always took the place of one. The dolls were of a wide variety, some tiny and quick, others large and brutal. Every last one of them was heading for vermillion, keeping a distance between themselves though, lest they all get blown away by a few souls. "You want my arms, do you? Then here. see if you can get them..." Asmodeus lower 8 of her countless arms down, all human in appearance, and began to swing them at Vermillion, carefully deciding where to swing so as not to just get them immediately severed.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

Vermilion kept up his easy, calm demeanor as he dodged carefully, keeping the horde at bay with a constant tirade of souls that he released from his hands with relative ease. Then his moves seemed suddenly stiffer and he grew expressionless. "̸D̸͜e̛͜͜a̴th̴̡ ͜͢ta̶k̸̨e̡s̴̷͝ ͡fr̶o͞m ̛̀a̷̷͢ļl̷̶.̛.̡͘͠.̛̕͞ E͟҉v͟͡e̕͝n̷͢ ͢͞if̀͏ ̵̛̀t҉h̴é͘͡y͘ ̷a̢̧͏r̀͝e͏ ̡̧͝u͏n͝k̶͠n͝o͘͡ẃn͡ ͡t̛͟o̴͝ ̧li̶f̷̷e̢,̷͡ ̧al̢͜͞m̧o̧͝ś͢t͘ ̴͠n͡͞ot̢h̀͜i͠n͜ģ̵ í̵̡s͜ ́ų̧n̶҉͜k̨n̶̸̛o̸̶̡wn̷̷ ̧҉͟t͢ó̴͡ ̧̕͞d͢͠e̢̕at̶͟͟h͞.̢.́.̸͢͞ ҉W̨͝e͏ w̶̛il̛͟l͜͢ s͞u̕r͟҉̢p̧a̡s̢s̷̨ ̸̧͜ȩv̸̵e̛̕n̵҉ ̵̵a͢͟n̡͠ ͘i͏͘n͏̕͞f̷i̵n͝ìt͘͝e̶͞ ̢́̕n̸҉ù̴͏ḿ͜͝b́e͡r͏ ̡o̧f͜͡ ͢l̨i̶m̨͜b̵̛͢s̵͡҉,̨͢ ̧̕f̡͟ǫr҉ ̛̀͜W̴ę͞ ҉̀͡ḩ̧á͟vȩ͘ ̢aĺ̷r͡͞e͘a̵d͟͡y͝ ̶͠t͠͞͞ák̡͠en͠ s͏̸o͘ ̵̨ḿan̢͘y f̷͞r̛͡o̶̢m̡̛ ̢͘͝ot̶ḩe̸rś̷.̀́͞.͟. T̡eļ̶̧l͢ ̴̧͡ús͏,͝ ̷͟wh͝a̢҉t͝ ̸͏͢i̕s̴͞ ͜ýo̷ur͞ ̵̢͜ṕ̴u̴r͡po͢ś̡̕ȩ̸?̢̛͡"̴̴ Vermilion's voice seemed slightly off and his yellow eyes became incredibly bright and once again left the yellow, wisp like afterimage that was super-imposed against the vivid darkness as he moved.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus slammed many of her hands together in an attempt to follow Vermillion. The dolls increased their onslaught, and larger dolls continued to crawl from the enormous pile still remaining. The scene in the room was similar to that of a large beetle having invaded the hive of angry hornets. "If you think your voice frightens me, you'd be sadly mistaken... If you hadn't caught on by now, i don't seem to have a static voice at all, so why should i be afraid of yours?" Asmodeus shouted at him before she slammed every hand she had down onto the area he was currently at.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

The Stiffer, more sullen Reaper laughed, but not the usual jovial laugh, this laugh was strained and filled with malice. "̸͜͞E̕v͟e̶͢n̕ ̴̸̨d҉̛ǫ̀l͟ls̶ ͟d͏ec̷a̵y ̀͝a̷̛͡n̨̢d̷̕ ͟͠b̸̸̕r͢͡é͘ą͞k͏̢ ̷̧d͟o̢w̢͠n̸͟...̨.̡͜ ͢͏Ń̀̕o̵t́hi̷͘͠n̸͜g̴ i͠s̡ et͟e̵r͢na̧̧l̷͢͟.̕͡..̨ ̡͠W̧͠e̢͘ ͜a͜r̵̕͜é̸ ͞t҉͢͝h̴e̸̶͟ ̧̡͢Òv́͜e̡̡ŕs̢ę͢é̡̕r̴ ̧of͘͠ th̢͡i͜s͡ ̸̧ǵŗ̕͠an̛d ͞ba̢͜͝l̸҉a͢͜n̢̛͞c͞e҉,̷̵ ̴̴̀W̢e ̡҉have҉̛̀ w̸i̷t̴n҉̢è̷͢s̨͜se̡͟͜d̛ ̵t̢̕͜h͡e ̨̛͠e̸͠n͢d͟͝ ̨m̶͘a͞n͢͟y ̸̷͘t̨҉i͢m̵e̷s.̷̛.̸̧.̴̛.̷̛ A̢ńd̛ ̵̧̧ye͠͏̴t͟͠ ̶͞i͟͜͝t҉͟ ̢͘͏i̵ş̀ ͢al̢͏w̧̧̕a͏̶y̛̕s̛͜ ̡͢d̷́͡i̸̕f̨͘f҉̸è̛͡r҉èn̸͟t̶̕..̸͢͠.̸̷̛ ̶̢͢T̡̢h̛e҉s̀͟͡e̢̨̛ ̧a̧̢҉ŕ̡m͘͞ś̷ ̴ća̸̡͏n҉ ҉d̕͢͡o̷̸͠ n̡͝a̶u͢g̡͞͏ht́͞ ̛͏bu̧̧t ̛̕d̨e҉s͜tr͠oy͘͜͏,̴̶ ̸̛̛d̢͞e͏ca͏̶ỳ ̸̧a͟͠n̛d͡ ̸͘t̨͜͢a̸̢k̴̨e̸͘.̡.́.҉̛ D͜͡e̵͢a͏t́͜͜h͏ ͡͡ća̷̵͢n̴͝͏ņ͢ǫ̵t̢ ̡l̡o̡͘ve, n̸o̧r c͟a̶̸n̷̡ ̡̡͡it̷̛͟ ̵ ͞e͞nd.̨͝..̀͝͠ ̶̕͞W͡h͟a͠t à͝ ẃ̛͘o̶̧͢ņ͢d̡͞͝è́r͟f̡͘͘u̶͏l̴ ͟͡c̛a̡͞ŗi̛c̛̀a̛t̵u͏̶͠r͜e̴̶̢ ͠ơf̴́͘ ̸͜͡in̡t̡͞í͘m̸a͘͜c̛y.̷.̶.͜"̧ The space he stood at was very suddenly rended spatially and he was slightly closer now, the white sclera of his eyes now a dark sphere of pitch as the yellow eyes only looked through all.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus was getting increasingly annoyed. If her body could show emotions at all, she'd be steaming red with anger and her eyes would be bloodshot, but as it is now, she only clenched her baleen and slammed down 4 more of her hands to the floor, cracking it slightly. "You're annoying! Get out of my home! Get out!" She shouted. One of her new arms grabbed the enormous bowl of ink below her and attempted to douse Vermillion in it. As she did, her other hands quickly moved into positions to grab him when he tried to dodge and if he didn't, she'd merely grab him anyway.

 

[Safe in the Dark]

"Yo͝u̢ ́t͠o̶o͏ ̛a̧re ̶a w̶onder̴ful ̨Ca͢r͢i͝c̴a̧ţu͡r͞e͡ o̧f̷ w͠ha͏t̵ yòu u̧s̀ȩd t͏ò ̷b͘e, a̕r̛e͟n͠'͝t͜ ͏y̵ou? Juxt͟ąpose͠d͜ iń t̡hat ͞b́o҉dy, ͢t̢rųl͡y̢,̴ ̕t̛hi͢s͏ n̶ew fo̕r҉m ҉i͢s̀ ͢c͝ra̢f͜tȩd͘ fro̧m̕ y͠ou̡r o͏l̛d͡ ̢dre̷a͟ms̸, ̶an͞d ̢of co͟u͠rse̷ ̕t҉h͜ȩ fal̨ĺ..̷.̸ ͟We͡ ͞şe̵ȩ ̶yo̸u͠, a̶ll ̧o̢f y̴o̴u̴, ͜o҉ur͡ ey͘es͠ ͝can͠ n̵èv͏er ͝c͏l҉o͠se.̷...͘"̕ As the white of his eyes finished becoming the swirl of bubbling pitch, the yellow pupils gazed longingly and desolately, his skin was slowly covered in an intricate pattern of lines and the harvester changed from it's ornate gold and blue design to a fleshy red staff with the blade becoming jagged, the souls still in the air seemed to moan in a dead tongue as he continued to avoid most of the onslaught, the small nicks of the dolls' weapons releasing the black haze from within him.

 

[Fury Is Me.]

Asmodeus stopped for a second, her arms pulling away a bit. She started chuckling. "Making an assault on my person? Attempting to make me feel bad? What are you, a pre-school bully?" She burst into a small fit of laughter. "If i ever cared about how i looked, what i was, or what I wanted to do, i would have done away with myself long ago! Why don't you crawl back from whatever pit of demons you pulled yourself out of, Reaper?" In the time span of 3 quarters of a second, 8 more of Asmodeus' hands shot out of the floor beneath Vermillion and made a grab for his body to restrain him.