*Vaskul's POV; Haunted Manor*
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Vaskul was preparing to go out and travel to find Luka and spur him into growing stronger to defeat Zoma, when they heard a certain Imp's voice...
Why? Why are you doing this? What is so important that you would do this to me?... Chrome asked, wondering why Vaskul betrayed her and possessed her body, and made her into this pathetic disembodied conscious.
"Why? Now that is the question of the Age isn't it now?" Vaskul replied sarcastically, finding and gathering any supplies they might need. He already explained it to her shortly after he took control, yet she was asking this again?
He had already given her so much time to improve, evolve, and become like him and his Old Master Kyous and take on the mantle of the new Dread Necromancer after he ascended with the Secret of Evolution. Too much time, in fact. Had it not been for his stupid obsession with leaving behind some sort of legacy in the form of his apprentices Luka Hein and Chrome Artiste as Kyous did with him, he might've already found Estark and gained the Secret of Evolution, thus completely averting this damnable situation with Zoma and the others.
And, in the end, she still proved to be worthless for his personal plans. Yes, she could probably take this perverted world by storm with cunning and intellect alone, but ultimately, he wanted her and Luka to be able to survive out in the crueler parts of the Multiverse like Faerun and Ravenloft. That way, they... his supposed "Legacy," would show that even if he himself was gone if something had happened to him somehow before he could fulfill his plans, his shadow would continue to haunt the Multiverse.
But, it seemed that he would need to force her to grow into the cruel Necromancer he desired to see her become, and Luka, well... He would have to scry and observe him at length. Hopefully Luka would have a Neutral or Positive Morality, to balance Chrome's Evil, but, all that really mattered was that Luka was both intelligent and strong.
And what better way to force someone to go off the deep end like he did than by threatening to erase their literal existence and be replaced, and eventually discarded, by someone they once called "Friend," and "Master?"
"I suppose that'll go answered, won't it now Chrome Artiste? You'll probably vanish and cease to exist soon enough, and you'll ponder on that question, wondering, 'Why?' Well, that's probably something you shouldn't focus on. What you should focus on is perhaps reflecting on your life. Reflect and question every part of your life, both the good and bad. Especially the bad. Recall every failure, insult, and imperfection to you that went unpunished in your life, and wonder, 'What could I have done differently?' Think of that, as you slowly cease to exist. Think of how pathetic you were in the grand scheme of things, of how you left no legacy, as you slowly fade away into oblivion. Think of your sister, Shirome Artiste, and think, 'Did I really ever get to surpass her myself on my own teachings and knowledge? Did I only get to surpass her because of Vaskul?'"
Wait... How do you know my sister's true name!? Chrome said, surprised that he knew who her sister was. As far as she knew, Vaskul only knew Shirome briefly as "La Croix" from the meeting he attended with the Seekers of Truth.
"Oh please. Use your common sense. I am possessing and controlling your body. I am in control of your brain. Your mind is like a doorway. And thus, your entire, pathetic existence is like an open, worthless book to me," Vaskul sharply remarked, preparing to move on with their goals and explore to find a way to destroy Zoma, "And sadly, I found your life's story to be exactly that: boring, pathetic, weak, and irrelevant. And I've read all of the pathetic chapters through and through. I know absolutely everything about you. I would even say that I know more about you than you yourself do."
He grinned maliciously, "A child living in the Maou's Castle for over a century, cast out for her Sister's idiocy. A child, who unfortunately shared her sister's incompetence and wound up killing said sister when she tried to learn and experiment with things her sister told her not to."
Shut up... Chrome hissed, giving off the impression that she would've clenched her teeth if she had any.
Vaskul laughed mirthlessly, "A child, who thought of herself as one of the best Necromancers in the world, who, in the end, was utterly outclassed by a wandering old fool who even taught her Necromancy, and still ultimately failed to even pose a minor threat or help to his goals. A child who had trouble fighting another of said Master's Apprentice, who had received far less magical and anti-magic training from him, while he had taught you so, so much. Enough that by now you should've been already been beginning to try and become a Lich or Vampire, and yet, you haven't. Why? Because you're a failure. An absolute waste of time, no, a detriment, that wound up causing me to have to resort to possession because I wasted too much time training you."
I said shut up! Chrome yelled at him, seething.
Vaskul's eyes would've given off the impression of twinkling if that was a possible thing to do in Chrome's body. He knew Chrome would break if he kept this up, and eventually become just like him and Kyous... All he needed was time. It was only a matter of time before Chrome went from a bumbling, harmless novice at Necromancy, to the Legacy he wanted her to be.
Are you done now? Are you done making fun of me and my entire life's work!? Chrome hissed.
"No. I'm sure I'll find more to mock you for eventually. But that's irrelevant now. What matters is that I find a way to ascend to become an Overdeity like Ao and Azathoth..." Vaskul said.
You... You're psychotic. You're completely insane and demented if you think you can somehow become an absolute God! Chrome said, completely dismissing and insulting her Master's Ideals now; already showing that Vaskul's tactics were starting to take hold...
"Thank you," was all that Vaskul said to her. "Now, I believe I need to find and consolidate my power to get rid of Zoma..." he said, moving on out of the Manor to find a way to get rid of Zoma.
... a Doorway can be stepped through in both directions, Chrome silently hissed in fury as her presence vanished from Vaskul's active conscious...
*Eden POV; Heaven*
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Eden thought silently as she paced around, thinking of what to do about Vaskul.
First off, he was a threat to everyone. That much was more obvious than Lady Ilias being a Goddess of Light.
Second, he seemed to have indirectly created Lady Ilias through a confrontation long before she arrived to this world, and seems to be attempting to be in control of their relationship. That alone sends off a red light, and justifies punishment for trying to be dominant over Lady Ilias.
T-... Third, he disappeared overnight, and caused Lady Ilias to be... quite distressed and concerned. Especially with the sheer amount of Darkness he left behind.
So, I can conclude that there is something quite clearly wrong with Vaskul. But how do I prove that? Eden thought, trying to find out how he might've slipped up in a way that could give her prove that he's not who Lady Ilias thinks he is.
She grit her teeth. She knew something was wrong with that bastard! She just knew it! All she needed was prove that he was who she thought he was. She couldn't just scry him, since he somehow hid his presence, and even if she could, he'd probably notice.
"Tch... How can I prove his guilt?" she mused, thinking of anyone connected to him.
Promestein barely knew him, and was probably just a puppet for him to use to get to Lady Ilias.
Black Alice liked that freak of nature called Baramos more, so she wouldn't know much about Vaskul.
Lady Ilias cares too much about him to notice his flaws.
That Knight-like servant of his was his direct creation though. He could possibly work, provided that Eden could understand his odd way of speaking. Well, less of understand, and more of have the patience to spell out and read his slow writing.
"Helmer... That's who I should talk to. Where is he?..." Eden flew off from her part in Heaven to find the Helmed Horror, hoping that it would prove Vaskul's guilt.
It was a while before she found Helmer, idly sitting around doing not much of anything. She flew down to him, and got his attention, "Greetings Helmer, I need to ask you a few questions..."
It noted her presence, and seemed to be interested as to why she was asking it something, letting her go and ask.
"I want to know if Vaskul has any plans for after he gains the Secret of Evolution," Eden asked.
It seemed to think, and shrug, hand-signing to her, "D-O-N-T... K-N-O-W. V-A-S-K-U-L... V-E-R-Y... S-E-C-R-E-T-I-V-E. N-E-V-E-R... T-E-L-L-S... A-N-Y-T-H-I-NG."
Eden seemed annoyed by that, "I see... What can you tell me about him then?"
Helmer thought for a moment, and then signed, "W-A-S... O-N-C-E... A... P-A-L-A-D-I-N... J-O-U-R-N-E-Y-E-D... W-I-T-H... B-E-H-O-L-D-E-R... I-L-L-I-T-H-I-D... A-N-D... O-T-H-E-R-S... E-V-E-N-T-U-A-L-L-Y... M-E-T... K-Y-O-U-S... B-E-C-A-M-E... D-R-E-A-D... N-E-C-R-O-M-A-N-C-E-R..."
She paused, almost surprised by what the Knight claimed. Vaskul, a Paladin? "Don't make me laugh Helmer. There's no way in hell Vaskul could've ever been a Paladin, not with how he's acting now in the present. He's a megalomaniacal Lich with a Godhood obsession that believes a Demon like Esturk can make him 'ascend' to gain and fulfill said obsession. He lusts after power like Black Alice and knowledge like Promestein in that matter. A Paladin is literally the polar opposite of Vaskul; there's nothing that I know of that makes him redeemable. Lady Ilias shouldn't be capable of trusting him at all."
Helmer seemed like he would've rolled his eyes, if he had any, "N-O-T... M-Y... P-R-O-B-L-E-M... W-H-A-T... Y-O-U... B-E-L-I-E-V-E... I-N. I... J-U-S-T... T-O-L-D... Y-O-U... W-H-A-T... I... K-N-E-W. E-V-E-N... I... D-O-N-'-T... U-N-D-E-R-S-T-A-N-D... W-H-A-T... H-E... T-H-I-N-K-S... A-N-Y-M-O-R-E. I... W-I-L-L... N-O-T... A-T-T-E-M-P-T... T-O... S-T-O-P... Y-O-U... F-R-O-M... E-X-P-O-S-I-N-G... V-A-S-K-U-L... O-F... M-Y... O-W-N... W-I-L-L."
Eden just sighed, somewhat relieved that Helmer didn't care that she was trying to find a way to prove Vaskul's guilt, and at the same time annoyed that he couldn't really tell what his own creator was thinking anymore. Even she, dim as she could be at times, could tell what Lady Ilias was thinking after all the centuries of service she had done for her.
"Thanks, I guess. I swear, I'll find a way to show Lady Ilias what he's really like..." she promised, tightening her grip on her spear.
Helmer just nodded, completely apathetic to what Eden personally had against his creator. As long as Vaskul didn't command him to forcibly interfere or otherwise attack and get in Seraph Eden's way, he'd let her do what she wanted. He hated what his creator had become anyways. In his mind, Vaskul deserved to have every misfortune he's ever had to deal with, both past and present, for what he's done. He didn't like the Demilich at all, but since he was created by him, he had to obey whatever Vaskul told him to do.
And he completely hated himself and Vaskul for that.
"Now then, I suppose I'd better get back to my duties. Farewell for now, Helmer," Eden said curtly, before flying off, presumably still planning on how she'd tackle the issue of Vaskul.
Helmer just shrugged, and brought out his broomstick, still trying to learn how to sweep and clean. There weren't many things he could do in Heaven afterall.
*Baramos & Black Alice; Archfiend's Castle*
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Baramos Sigmus was currently tapping his claws nervously as he kept a careful watch on Zoma's signature aura, recalling all his forces back to the castle. The mood of the castle in general was extremely quiet, and, if one was brave enough to say it to the inhabitants' faces, scared.
Black Alice was only confused at this, wondering why exactly her usually brutish and bloodthirsty friend was acting like... this.
Eventually, she broke the silence, asking, "Why are you acting like this Baramos? You never backed down from anything, not even from the Monster Queens and the Monster Lord herself, so why are you calling off everything upon sensing this 'Zoma?' It might not even be him for all we know."
"I know it's him. No one else is like that abomination. Not even Asmodeus, even though he is dead now, was anything remotely like Zoma. I won't risk my life trying to take over the world when anything resembling Zoma is around. I'll take anything: Black Slaads, Beholders Invasions, Asmodeus' revival, Estark's fury, anything but Zoma. I will under no circumstances ever try to fight him. There's a reason why I among others are called Archfiends while Zoma has been the only Master Archfiend to exist," Baramos Sigmus was obviously extremely dreading the idea of so much as being in the same world as Zoma.
"Well... Can't Zoma just be killed again? I'm sure we can find a way to defeat him again!" Black Alice thought hopefully.
"Perhaps, if we managed to somehow get his Cloak of Darkness down, we could stand a chance. Doing that would most likely render his control over Darkness and Poison useless, and slow down his speed and regeneration enough for us to actually do something, but we would need a source of Pure Light to do that. We can't use Ilias, since she's mentally no better than Vaskul, her light is tainted and wouldn't work on Zoma properly. The angels are no different, they're also tainted by small bits of Evil and Malice. And we're far from pure, so even if me or you tried learning Light magic, it wouldn't work."
Black Alice still tried to maintain an optimistic outlook, trying to think of something while Sigmus continued tracking Zoma's movements.
Baramos seemed like he would've raised an eyebrow, if he had any, as he noted something off about Zoma's aura.
"What? What is it?" Black Alice promptly asked upon noting this.
"Zoma is not moving towards us... He seems to be instead going away from all forms of life and concentrating Darkness to himself..." Baramos was obviously quite confused by this, "This doesn't make sense. Zoma should've sensed us and immediately headed off in our direction... But he's trying to isolate himself."
"Do you think he's in a weakened state and wants to stay alone to try and get all of this power that made you so scared of him?" Black Alice questioned.
"Possibly. Something is obviously off with how he's moving..." Baramos seemed to gain a bit of hope, now thinking more and more about the possibility.
"Well then there's hope for us yet to win!" Black Alice said.
"Hope..." Sigmus mulled over that concept. It was hard to maintain hope around something as powerful as Zoma, especially when he grew stronger and fed off of despair. Yet, Erdrick had somehow managed to stay brave and hopeful enough to cast Zoma down with the Orb of Light...
Sigmus sighed. What was he doing, bitching out of world domination because some Primal Being made itself known? Estark was here, and he still came to this world! Zoma has been defeated before, he'll be beaten again...
The main problem was figuring out how to pull that off.
Now, what could be a good way to kill or seal him? Sigmus thought, thinking to himself about this dire situation.
... The Dark Drium could do it. That being could potentially defeat Zoma, or at least weaken him enough for Sigmus and the others to dispose of themselves.
Nokturnus... Sigmus dreaded the thought of having both the Dark Dream and Zoma here in the same world at once, but he couldn't think of anything. He had no way to get the Light Orb, there wasn't anyone with enough skill in Light to dispel Zoma's Cloak of Darkness that wasn't nullified by their own evil, and he didn't know where Estark was.
But he had no choice.
Nokturnus, a being easily capable of destroying the likes of Mortamor with nearly no effort, was about the only practical method Sigmus could think of that would actually work against Zoma. Nothing else was available that would work.
"Black Alice..." Sigmus said, getting his ally's attention.
"Yes?" she said, wondering what he had to say now.
"I think I have a way to get rid of Zoma. It's a risky one, one that could wind up killing all of us, but it's better than letting Zoma get out free."
"Really? What is it?" she asked, knowing that having one idea is better than none.
"... Summoning Nokturnus. From there, we'll lead him to Zoma, and have the two fight. Hopefully, they both kill each other, or at least Nokturnus wins. That's all I can think of. Nothing else is available that would work," Sigmus knew this was a terrible idea, but at least it had a small chance of working.
"But... Didn't Nokturnus turn the Sabasa Region into a desert the last time he was here?" Black Alice responded, knowing some history behind the Great Monster Wars. If what she knew was true, then that would be a bad idea, even by her standards.
"He did, according to what I know about the Wars and some residual energy I felt in Sabasa when we were visiting the Vampire Queen. It's a terrible idea, I know, but we honestly don't have anything else at this point."
Black Alice hummed, taking a seat and thinking about it.
Eventually, she got up, and said:
"... If what you're saying about Zoma is true, and it seems to be true from your reactions so far, then I suppose we don't really have much of a choice do we now?" she said, losing her cutesy and childish tone.
"We don't, unfortunately," Sigmus responded.
Black Alice sighed, "Then I suppose we'd better start preparing then!"
Neither were excited at the prospect of summoning Nokturnus to this world, but they knew it was the best chance they had...
*Luka & Alice; Somewhere in the Noah Region*
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Luka was simply working and training again today with Alice as they set camp, Alice making sure he got the hang of using Sylph's power in a better way.
Rather than his former Wind Wall, he now had the idea to let the Wind boost his speed and reflexes, and now had a better general idea on how to properly use Sylph's power.
"I believe that will enough training for today," Alice decided as she saw that Luka had gotten the hang of his new Wind technique, "for now, let's get some rest after you make some food," and, as per usual, she was hungry.
Luka nodded, cooking up some stew for the night for the both of them. Well, more like for Alice, since he knew she'd wind up eating a majority of it, but he could live with that. Not like he wasn't used to the Lamia's massive appetite...
Though, he always did make sure to cook some extra food, just for himself. He didn't need hunger wearing him down in the middle of a fight.
The two mostly ate in silence, until they heard a noise in the bushes...
"Who's there?" Luka called out to the sound, looking right at where the sound came from.
And, as if to answer his call, a familiar, purple-skinned Imp showed up from the bushes, "Hello, Luka. Nice to see you again... I guess."
"Chrome?" Luka seemed a bit confused, "What are you doing here?"
Chrome sighed, "I came here on Master Vaskul's orders. He wanted me to tell a few things to you while he's gone off to deal with some sort of threat..."
"Threat? What threat is he talking about?" Luka asked, "Is he talking about that Black Slaad I fought earlier in Grand Noah?"
Chrome tensed up at that, "B-black Slaad?... He didn't tell me anything about that level of danger!..." she said, seemingly scared, but then she recomposed herself, "W-well... That's not what he told me he was dealing with, but he did tell me that some sort of 'Master Archfiend' named Zoma had come to this world... He said this thing was capable of something catastrophic, and that he needed to try and delay it himself. He only told me that Pure, Heroic Light can weaken Zoma enough for people to fight practically... and he told me that you apparently had that potential."
"Zoma?..." Luka thought on her words, and then realized something, "Wait? I have the potential to weaken this threat that has even Master Vaskul scared!?"
Chrome shrugged, "Apparently. I personally think we're all screwed, but if he thinks there's hope in you, then by the First I expect you to not fail him and get us all killed."
"Well... That's certainly a lot to just shove onto me at once..." Luka muttered, trying to figure out what exactly Vaskul saw in him that could keep them all from getting killed.
Alice finally interjected, saying, "Am I to assume this Zoma was the one who caused that gigantic jump in Darkness a while back?"
Chrome nodded, "Yeah, assuming if you're referring to the biggest Darkness Aura that made itself known yet. If you are, then you're right; that was Zoma, and he's probably still adjusting to this world. I'm sure we haven't seen the full extent of his power yet."
Alice hummed, thinking on this dreadful piece of information, "Do you know anything else about Zoma or any of the other threats coming around lately? Or is Vaskul really just that secretive?"
"Hm... Well, I do know a few things, and it's that the Black Slaad Luka mentioned earlier... I believe those Slaadi are literally just below the Slaad Lords when it comes being nothing but sheer destruction and insane chaos. They can't be reasoned with, they can't love, they can't sympathize, they can't think... At least, not in the way that sane people like us do, and since they rarely show up without causing most potential writers and observers to go mad, and Vaskul never told me if he himself met a Black Slaad, I know next to nothing about them specifically."
Alice frowned, clearly uneased by this description, "Then, I suppose we'll have to somehow kill this Black Slaad before it does anything bad?"
"I can't even guarantee that much. I can't stress it enough when I say Slaadi are completely unpredictable; one moment they could be ripping and gnawing at the corpses of an entire town, the next they could be sniffing a flower that caught their interest. The only constant we can all agree on is that this Black Slaad must die before it gets too far and adjusts to this world. We already have enough trouble as it is with Ilias lurking over us..." Chrome sighed, and took a seat.
A brief moment of silence passed, before Luka got some of the extra stew, "Here. We might've gotten off the wrong foot at first, but I think we can still get along, right?" he said, offering Chrome some of the stew.
She hesitated, before taking it, "Thank you, it's been a long journey here," she said as she dug into her meal.
"So, what else did you come here for?" Luka questioned.
"Not much else to be honest. I have no idea what Vaskul's talking about when he talks about 'Pure Light' other than that you have this potential..." Chrome soon finished her bowl, and placed it down, "... Oh, and uh... Great food! I really like it. It's a nice change from the usual."
"Thanks! I appreciate it," Luka simply said as he moved the empty bowl to the dirty dishes pile. "So, I suppose there's not much else for you to do right now..."
Chrome nodded, "Yeah... Well, I suppose I'll get going then. I don't want to make you stay up longer than you usually do!" the Necromantic Imp got up, deciding to go ahead and leave since there wasn't anything else to be done.
Luka nodded, "Ah, alright then... See you later!"
"See you around!" Chrome waved, and teleported off to do whatever else it was she needed to do.
Alice quirked an eyebrow as the Imp vanished, "Odd. Did you hear her voice towards the end? She seemed a lot more raspy and aged then than she was before that."
"Huh... You're right, I did notice something seemed off with her voice there... Maybe it was side-effect of casting a spell?" Luka wondered what was with that sudden change in voice, but he decided that it probably just a side effect of magic or something like that. He didn't know too much about the specifics of spells after all, all he learned was how to counter and fight against them.
"Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter right now. Whatever magic Vaskul taught Chrome is most likely far different from what Tamamo taught me about it. I'm sure there's certain side-effects to both versions of it," Alice said, digressing and getting ready to sleep.
"Yeah. Master Vaskul did become a lich because he delved so deeply into magic. Perhaps the same thing is happening to Chrome? I don't know, but it's not really my business. What is my business is finding out what she was talking about in this thing about me being able to use the Light element..." Luka was set on finding out what that meant, and if he could use it to get stronger and be able to realize his dreams of coexistence and defend everyone from beings like Karnax and Zoma...
"Right, out of all the things she said, I think that's one of the most important. As far as I've seen, you don't really carry any serious potential to weaponize the Light Element, and you're not a magician, so what could Vaskul be talking about through Chrome when he sees this potential in you?" Alice mused. She wasn't sure about how to feel about Vaskul, considering the Old Man was easily one of her worst nightmares for a majority of her childhood and gave her that annoying phobia she had to deal with, as well as him apparently orphaning Granberia...
Yet, he had mentored Luka and was for all intents and purposes just some random Magician that practiced a forbidden art in Necromancy. There was literally next to nothing she personally knew about him for now, and it seemed that he wouldn't be spilling any secrets anytime soon.
Hopefully, Tamamo will be able to assist me in finally finding out who Vaskul is, and if what he says about the threat of this 'Zoma' holds true... Alice thought as she slithered off, "Anyways, that's something we can talk about tomorrow, when we're on the road. I'll be going to sleep now. Try not to get raped in the middle of the night by some random monster."
"Alright then... And you know that Monsters can't sneak up on me in my sleep for anything Alice!" Luka briefly remarked, knowing that he was a light sleeper, "... Good night Alice!"
Alice just nodded to him as she began coiling up and going to sleep.
Luka simply cleaned up the camp and packed up the leftovers and dishes, before going to bed himself.
The entire world was a frozen hell in Zoma's domain, deep below the Earth...
Words did not need to be exchanged for anyone to know that it was a horrible idea to go into this cursed place.
... An extremely cold draft pushed against the walls, the further down one went in the cave, warning them to go back now. It was freezing, even for them.
Yet, advancing through the cave, nothing of worth or note graced the area except for complete silence as the darkness seemed to congeal around the cracks and crevices, swirling; forming nightmarish things that fluttered and fleeted in and out of mortal visions, whispering, yet not whispering at the same time. Screaming, yet not screaming. Weeping, yet not weeping. Had a victim been a lesser mortal, or lesser immortal for that matter, they would've lost their minds by now from the paradox of these seemingly real yet unreal souls and spirits.
These were delusioned, lost souls to be those who lost to Zoma in complete despair long ago, still suffering to this very day and second despite Zoma only just now being revived from his primordial defeat. And, if nothing was done to kill him...
There'll be no place to hide from the Master Archfiend to stop him from making all of creation like this.
An icy pulse washed over them, disabling any and all magical effects that was slowly building up, bringing with it an intense pressure that could've flattened and drilled any being into the ground until they were but a stain of gore.
... Eventually, the cave systems had gotten so far that one might've mistake this place to be the Lowerdark, one of the deepest places of Faerun's Underdark, where even the mightiest of Beholders and Dark Elves loathed to go to...
Time went on as the caves went deeper and deeper into the depths of the earth, now feeling as if it had gone far past the normal limits of the Lowerdark's ten miles deep and were now nearing the 15 mark...
Life is a waste... Nothing of worth lasts in its grip. Love, hope, dreams... Don't they all crumble away in the end? But the Void and all of its everlasting and all-encompassing nature is eternal...
At last, slumped on a lofty and crystalline throne, there was a demon who seemed to be Vaskul, yet not Vaskul. His body was a more lighter-blue, and he seemed to be much more taller and had gained claws. His eyes weren't illusioned behind anything; they were crystal-clear Diamonds, glowing ominously in their sockets. The Necromancer's old royal robes and ivoric armor were nowhere to be found, being replaced by Zoma's usual red robes and helmet.
Obviously, he was in the middle of modifying his current body into what his original body looked like before his first defeat by Erdrick.
I wonder how long it'll take for someone to come here and challenge me... It's of no matter. I'll soon be at full-power, and do away with this pathetic world along with all others... With that, Zoma's body was absorbed by the darkness once more, fading away from sight...
Author's Notes:
Well, it looks like plenty of things are going on all at once! Who will win? Alipheese's Side with Luka, Tamamo, and the others MGQ Monsters? Sigmus' side with Black Alice, Zarlox, and the traitorous Queens? Ilias' side, with Eden and the Heavenly Host?
Or will there be no true victor, with the "winners" being those loose cannons and psychos in Kyous, Vaskul, Karnax, and Zoma?
Well, that's not going to be revealed for obvious spoiler reasons. What will be revealed is that I'll be revamping the previous chapters to make them better... At least, as good as I can make them. I've already covered Chapters 1, 2, and 3, and I'll probably be working on the others along with the next chapter.
Until then, I bid you all a good day, and don't forget to review!
