Disclaimer: I'm back for another round! Work and summer classes have really fooled me up, but now here I go again! Here goes "Engage Hyper drives, Mik'ta Face!" By the by, I don't own either Stargate SG-1 or Gundam Wing. I'm not rich, so please don't sue my ass!

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Brigadier-General Jack O'Neill felt like kicking something, or somebody as the case was at the moment. Unfortunately, two things kept him from doing so: 1) he has lying face down on the floor, and 2) the particular somebody he felt like kicking to death was on the other side of the room, who happened to be standing up, whistling of all things. As O'Neill painfully pushed himself into a sitting position, he saw the rest of the teams coming around as well. The back of his head felt like somebody had smashed his skull open, dumped out the contents and deep fired them, stuffed it all back in his skull, stitched it shut, and then did it all over again.

"Gotta stop drinking all that scotch before bedtime!" O'Neill grumbled as he shakily got to his feet. He saw Ba'al's turned back and felt like practicing some wrestling moves, but Ba'al turned around, ever present smirk decorating his face. He was giving O'Neill a mischievous look that made O'Neill want to shoot the over-dressed Goa'uld even more than he did already, and thatwas saying something! He snarled at Ba'al and walked straight for him, intent on rearranging internal organs before he removed them.

"If you plan on harming me, General, then I would beg you restraint. We have arrived". O'Neill stopped at that, and thought about what exactly was going on, and then he remembered. Instead of curbing his temper, the memories that he began to recall made him angrier still. He was about to act on his anger when he remembered where Ba'al had taken them, and for what reason. He calmed down, but swore he'd personally make sure Ba'al never had any kids, and if he did, he wouldn't be having any more, ever!

"So we made it, huh?" General O'Neill groaned as he placed a steadying hand on the control console. Ba'al responded with a subtle nod, as he guided the enormous space ship toward a familiar blue-green orb, though this time it had polished metal specks orbiting around it. Ba'al suddenly shouted at the top of lungs, which made every body jump, "WELCOME TO THE YEAR AFTER COLONY ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETY-SEVEN!!!!"

O'Neill promptly kicked him in the 'happy sack' as hard as he could. He then gave the downed System lord a sharp boot to the ass, yelling "you asshole!"

Date: March 18th, AC 197

Location: Brussels, European Continent

Time: 7:30 AM, local time

Place: Lady Une's residence (address classified)

'He's alive?! He can't be alive! Can he?' This was the constantly repeating thought that beat upon the inside of Lady Une's head ever since last night when the alien super soldier known as Ryuujin told everyone that Treize was alive and well, though not completely human anymore. She knew for a fact that Treize's Tallgeese had been run through with Gundam Shenlong's double beam trident, which detonated the reactor, reducing the once proud war machine to incandescent space debris.

'How could he have survived that?!' She angrily thought as she showered in preparation to go to work that morning. She was divided on what she was thinking at the moment; on the one hand, she wanted her beloved Treize to be alive again, just so she could tell him how much she loved him, and maybe find out he felt the same way about her, while on the other hand she was in firm denial that the skull-faced super soldier seen in that dark video message from Zechs could not, can not be, the beautiful general she had come to know…and love. To put it simply, she was at war with herself, and she was losing.

Just as she was about to resume another round of her personal war, the phone in her bed room started blaring, and she quickly turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapped herself in it, and rushed to the phone as quickly as her wet feet allowed her. She reached the phone by its third blare, and quickly lifted the phone and placed it to her ear, wondering who could be calling her at this hour.

"Hello?"

"Hello, My sweet lady", said the all-too familiar lightly deep-timbered, eloquent voice on the other end of the line.

Lady Une's eyes almost flew right out of their sockets when she heard that voice say those words. She didn't even register the phone slipping from her hands. She also never heard that long missed voice say something else, as she dropped to her knees in an almost catatonic state.

It said, "I'm coming back for you".

Two hours Later, Lady Une's Office………,

Everyone had gathered to discuss how they were going to deal with a genuine alien invasion, and had been joined, quite surprisingly, by the ever unemotional "Perfect Soldier" Heero Yuy. Everyone was surprised by Heero's timely appearance, but what was even more surprising was the absence of the one who had originally called this morning meeting; Lady Une herself.

Ryuujin, dressed in custom-made leather pants, knee high biker boots, and duster jacket, was tinkering with his imposing suit of armour in the corner of the room, with Wu Fei and Sally looking over his shoulder. Duo, Alexi, Quatre and Trowa were playing a friendly game of poker, with Duo trouncing them all. Heero and Relena were looking out the window together, Relena resting back into Heero, who, despite the romantic implications of it, remained ever stone cold expressionless-though not as expressionless as he might have liked. The morning sunlight hid an ever-so faint blush on his cheeks, which was easily missed by all except Ryuujin, whose eyes were bio-engineered to filter out excess light, such as from flash grenades or powerful explosions of some other kind. He could look directly at the sun without blinking, and suffer no ill effects from it.

'I have to say, the boy is quite good at hiding his feelings, but even he cannot hid mother natures little hints', Ryuujin thought to himself as he continued to tinker with his armour. He began to snicker at the thought of what Mr. Yuy would be like if he spiked his food with some hormone stimulant when he realized Sally was giving him the evil eye.

He turned his ruby-red eyes toward her, a curious expression on his bony face. "Yes?" he asked, causing her to jump slightly. She composed herself and asked quite bluntly, "So why did you decide to do an about-face and turn on your master to help us?" Ryuujin's answer was quite simple and also straight forward, though a bit odd. He said, "Because I have free will".

When he noticed Sally's look of confusion, he elaborated. "Every generation of Kull warrior before me, excluding the most recent, have all been mindless automatons who served their master, whoever it was, with absolute loyalty. Malachi realized that without free-will, or imagination, creativity, or whatever, a warrior or weapon, no matter how powerful, could be beaten.

"If a weapon can think and learn, it becomes very difficult to combat with any real effectiveness. If a weapon that can think and can learn has free will, it becomes quite unstoppable, because if it can think for itself, it can make its own choices about why it does the things it does, and if you are convincing enough of a manipulator, it won't matter if it has free-will or not. If the person giving the orders can appeal to your ideals or beliefs, whether gross or subtle, you'll follow them into the blackest pit and back".

Sally was a bit taken back by Ryuujin's straight blunt and to-the-point answer. She stared right into the bio-engineered being's eyes, trying to detect any hint of a lie or lack of belief in what he was saying. Finding the answer would have been easy if Ryuujin was human, but his glossy crimson eyes hid everything from Sally, and it mildly pissed her off, not to mention they were quite unnerving. The only reason she didn't shoot him in the head was the fact that Wu Fei vouched for him, even though he was almost killed by the same designer life-form.

"Sally, please, would you mind giving the guy a break?" Wu Fei spoke up. He was focusing his attention to a device that resembled a cross between a propane computer terminal and some ornate decoration hidden underneath a false armour plate on the left pectoral. It was projecting free-floating holograms that were rock solid, and behaved like keyboard when touched, which in and of it was remarkable. The holographic screen that was also being displayed, though, was what the eye-catcher was. It was displaying script and text that were eerily familiar.

"Is it me, or does that look like Egyptian hieroglyphics?"

This came from Duo, who had left the poker game, where Alexi looked fit to kill, Trowa had a resigned smirk gracing his handsome features, and Quatre was looking at his cards, trying to figure out where he had gone wrong. Everybody turned at that realization. When Ryuujin nodded, he explained why.

"You see, the language you to refer to as 'Egyptian' is a derivate, not the original. The language it was derived from is Goa'uld, the parasitical race that Malachi is a part of. All the ancient cultures of old-well most of them- have the Goa'uld to thank for their founding. The Aztecs, the Mayans, the Greeks, the Babylonians and Celtics, the Hindu, and the list, like the long forgotten Energizer Bunny, keeps going and going. Well, that applies at least to Malachi's home timeline".

Everybody stared at Ryuujin like he had grown a couple extra heads and were waiting for the wings to pop out. He sighed as he realized just how weird it all sounded and decided to elaborate when the door to Lady Une's office burst open, the owner of the office racing in, eyes streaming with tears. She bowled right into Sally, who had started to move toward the door when it flew open. Sally lost her footing and both women hit the deck with a hard thud, everybody rushing over to help the moment they hit.

Ryuujin started to Help Lady Une to her feet, but she slapped his hands away, and practically leaped to her feet as though she were trying to get away from him. She slapped him in the face and scream for all she was worth "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" before lunging at him and trying to gouge his eyes out. He grabbed her hands and stood to his full height, her feet dangling a moment before she took to kicking him. He just sighed and asked her whimsically, "That time of the month, eh?"

She continued to struggle even more, and more than one person started thinking she was going to hurt herself. She calmed down enough to scream right in Ryuujin's face, "HE CAME BACK!!"

"Who?" was his questioning reply.

"That would be me".

Everybody froze, and every face (every human face, that is) turned white as a sheet, even Heero, who was showing quite a bit of uncharacteristic surprise. Actually what he felt was more like utter disbelief and shock. All eyes turned to the large sofa in Lady Une's office, where seated was, wearing standard Kull body armour but without the helmet, adorned with a glossy cloak of some alien material, was the man they all thought was dead.

Except for a distinctive absence of pigments of the hair ,skin, and eyes, a tuning fork symbol above his left eye and a circular mark around his right, he looked exactly as he did almost a year and a half ago.

Treize Khushrenada looked rather lively for a dead man.

"How have you all been doing these last few months since my 'passing'? I'm sorry if I made anyone feel uncomfortable with my return, but it was unavoidable. To be quite simple about it, things have changed, and I have to say, I'm sorry, for the worst".

Treize stood up, and began walking toward the group. As Ryuujin placed Lady Une on the floor, she took off and bowled into Treize, who looked for the entire world like he was actually stunned. It was his turn to hit the floor with a muffled clang of armour and thudding of bodies. Treize was greeted by the heart-broken sobbing of the woman, who, he should have admitted a long, long time ago, that made his heart glad. He wrapped his arms around her and simply whispered, "Forgive me, my angel. Forgive this war monger for breaking your heart, for using you like I did. Forgive this fool for his sins…"

He was interrupted by Lady Une beating on his armoured chest with her closed fist, swearing on him even as she sobbed. When he looked down at her, she had her face against his chest, so he couldn't see her face. He soon wished he hadn't.

When she lifted her face to him, the visage that greeted him almost broke his usually stoic heart. She had tears streaming down her lovely face, eyes filling to the brink with even more unshed tears, and looked for the entire world that she was trying to compose herself, but was failing miserably.

"You………you stupid………bastard! Why did you go and die on me?! Why did you leave me all alone, for all this time, and decide to come back now?!" If she kept looking at him with those heart-broken puppy dog eyes, Treize was quite sure HE'D be the one crying. He smiled sadly as he helped Lady Une to her feet. He did something he hadn't done to anyone since he was a very little boy; he hugged her. He inhaled her scent, thinking about all he had denied himself, but decided to be as straight forward as possible.

He pushed her back a bit and began to explain himself. He noticed the Gundam pilots' obvious apprehensiveness, and decided to 'spill the beans' as it were, as efficiently as possible. He cleared his throat, and spread his arms out wide, and spoke up, but not for the sake of everyone's hearing, but more for show.

"Fellow warriors for peace and lost souls. Those who have finally found a place, a home to call their own. I have not returned of my own volition, but by the request of an 'interested party', whom you may by now know", he smiled warmly at Ryuujin, who frowned in return. "He wished me to convey to you that you join a Mr. Damien Jekyll on the maiden voyage of his prototype star ship, which he created with the help of your former ally Howard, the 'Peacemillion-2".

"My patron also was involved in the creation of this remarkable vessel, as he supplied Mr. Jekyll with the technology used in its more 'exotic' systems in the first place".

"You have got to be shittin' me!"

"Your nuts, Khushrenada!"

"Oh, boy, here we go!"

"Boshe Moi!"

"Why am I not surprised?!"

These various responses came from most of the people in the room, excluding Heero Yuy and Ryuujin. Treize continued on from there, not giving anyone else the chance to pipe up.

"All of Damien Jekyll's 'discoveries' are merely gifts of knowledge and technology given to him by the one you have come to know as Lord Malachi. To say that Malachi is intelligent is like saying that Genghis Khan was a mean sort of fellow. Oh, by the way, before you go to on the Peacemillion-2's maiden voyage, there are a few people who'll you have to pick up. Dorothy Catalonia, Hilde Shubeiker, Mariemaia, of course, and Mr. Barton's 'sister' Catherine, to round out the group. I want to see my little girl, after all, but for why the others are to be included, you'll have to talk to Lord Malachi about that. Now time for me to go, but you'll see me again much sooner than you'd expect".

With that, he slapped the back of his armoured glove, and in a flash of blinding light, disappeared from the room without a single trace. As soon as the burning in their eyes passed and they could see distinct shapes again, every eye looked into the other, all-consuming shock and even fear evident in all.

Nine days later………

Hilde Shubeiker couldn't believe what was going on, and while she knew that the situation was the kind that could get you institutionalized just for talking about it, she couldn't deny what was going on right now, no matter how hard she tried to lie to herself and say that it was all a weird dream; or a nightmare. She had been invited by an oddly morose Duo to join him on the maiden voyage of the Peacemillion-2, the so-called 'star ship' designed and built by Gold International, with the CEO, Damien Jekyll, heading up the project.

'They say the ship can go faster than light. That's impossible!', Hilde thought, though not with as much honest meaning behind it as she looked back over her shoulder and around the back of her seat on the shuttle they were taking to the moon base in order to meet up with the Peacemillion-2's other passengers. She was looking at a ghostly pale, snow-white haired Treize Khushrenada. What she found odd, other than his new appearance, was how Lady Une was snuggling into him. It wasn't quite so unusual to see Mariemaia resting on his chest, as he was her biological father, but he just looked so creepy with the whole 'alien armour' thing going on, and that weird white skin of his; it was so pale, it seemed to reflect light like polished glass. Add to that, the guy was supposed to be dead, for God's sake!

All of it was so hard to get used to all at once, she wondered if the others were having the same difficulty. She quickly reasoned a big fat 'no' when she remembered meeting the giant thing with the skull face and blood red eyes. She also remembered screaming like a little girl and hopping into Duo's arms, causing him to lose his balance and smacked his head off the floor. The skull-faced giant, who they called Ryuujin, roared with laughter, seemingly making the whole Preventer headquarters shake.

She looked like a rabbit caught in somebody's headlights as the giant alien- she still was a bit doubtful about that- chuckled as he walked past her. For secrecy's sake, they stuck him in a massive shipping crate which shipped from Brussels to Paris, and then to the Washington international airport where they boarded the shuttle that would take them to the moon. Half-way into the trip, there was a powerful flash of light, and there, for the entire world to gawk at was a ghostly, armoured version of Treize Khushrenada himself! He greeted everyone, some of who looked like they were going to draw on him.

"I see that everyone is gathered?" he asked as he surveyed the crowd. He noticed Dorothy Catalonia standing next to Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton, Relena Darlian and Heero Yuy who looked like a rather cute couple in his opinion, a non-pleased Wu Fei Chang, the large and imposing Alexi Vorikoff, along with Sally Po, Mr. Barton's adopted 'sister', Catharine, and a miffed Duo Maxwell along with Hilde holding rather tightly to his arm. Before Treize could say anything, he noticed Lady Une with a young girl, no more than eight or nine, trying to hide behind her leg. She had deep red hair, and the bluest eyes Treize had ever seen. That would have to be Mariemaia………his daughter.

To know that he had some family in this world brought some small comfort to the formerly deceased General's heart; hearts actually, because now he had an extra one, plus other physiological 'additions', as Malachi had described them.

Before he could say hello to the daughter he had left alone, Duo blurted out, seemingly from left field, as the saying goes, "I thought all you 'Kulls' had bony faces and red eyes?" Treize stopped short as everyone turned to the former 'God of Death', who looked resolute in his position. Treize smiled a bit, and even chuckled too, which seemed to rouse the young man's ire a fair bit.

"You laughing at me, Casper?!" Duo accused, taking a shot at Treize's lack of pigments. Treize simply smiled and answered, "No, no, I just forgot to explain that part, but I think I have a reasonable explanation of that, so I'll do the best I can". He adjusted his cloak a moment, and seemed to think a bit before he spoke up.

"The reason Duo, that I look human, at least in regards to facial structure, is that Kulls made from harvested human tend to, at least partially revert to what they were previously. It's almost like hitting a genetic reset button of sorts, but only getting half the intended result. I will never completely revert, but this sort of thing is to be expected with harvested Kulls".

'Oh, that makes so much sense!' Hilde thought sarcastically at the memory. She was still trying to get it all through her head and keep it there, when she heard the captain of the shuttle that were approaching the lunar base, and that all passengers should prepare for the pull of gravity. As Hilde adjusted her seat belt, the captain added thanks to Gold International for adding the artificial gravity systems to the moon base recently, allowing visitors to get a 'feeling like being home'. Hilde blinked at that last comment, and thought, 'did he just say what I thought he said?'

Her question was answered not by an audible response, but by a sensation of being weighted down, like she was getting heavier. Now the moon had some gravity but only a seventh of what Earth had. However, she felt the same kind of pull that she would if she were on earth, or on one of the colonies. She felt the same thing as the shuttle landed, and when they all disembarked. The flight attendant got the fright of her life when Treize walked out of the shuttle and said hello. She almost fell over the gantry rail if he hadn't of caught her. Treize apologized by saying, "Sorry about that! Should have worn my helmet!" and walked past the frightened stewardess down the steps.

After the group had disembarked, they headed into the main terminal. There was a man with ghostly white skin, aqua-marine hair, and crimson red eyes staring at them with a predatory gleam in his eyes. The former Gundam pilots, their friends and colleagues all swore they saw his eyes glow for a moment, but each one put it off as a trick off the light; at least, that's what they were hoping it was. The man was wearing a sheer black Armani suit with a blood red tie, decorated with a gold ornament of some kind. He would have looked rather intimidating if not for the white tiger fur coat he was wearing over the suit, a matching fedora with a ridiculously wide brim, and a gold cane with an ivory snake on the end; a snake with a bony ridge going down its back and fins, and mandibles, they noticed when they got closer to him.

"What are you, a pimp?"

That was fired off by Duo, looking for the entire world like he was going to explode with laughter, with Hilde not tot far behind. They probably would have burst out laughing by now if the odd fellow hadn't fired off a snide remark of his own, which was "What are you, my new ho's?" Duo almost fell over at that shot, and started swearing like a sailor at the bizarre "pimp's" accusation.

"You're way too easy, boy. Now, if you'll all follow me, we can board the Peacemillion-2 before her insurance expires", so said the garishly attired ghoul. He lifted the hat, and this time, everybody saw his eyes glow with a bloody light for all of six seconds. He smiled a smile composed of nothing but razor sharp teeth. He chuckled with an unearthly air and walked away from the group, registering the muffled gasps and nervous-no, frightened-queries that were going on behind him.

As they walked, they realized they were going through a previously condemned section of the terminal, which had been refurbished. They eventually came up to a massive pair of metal doors, at least ten meters high and four wide, decorated with what looked like golden Egyptian hieroglyphs, centered with Gold International's company logo. The bizarre man they met raised his cane and clicked a hidden switch on the figure head. The doors made a rapid-fire series of heavy chunk-ing noises and began to quickly slide open. As the doors began to open, light streamed in from whatever chamber they led into, so much so that everyone had to shield their eyes.

Ryuujin stared straight ahead and whistled in appreciation at what his custom-evolved could perceive through the light pollution. As the light faded and everyone stopped seeing spots, they also got a good look at what lay beyond…and could not believe it, to put it simply.

They entered a chamber that seemed to go on for as far as the eye could see width wise. The same could be said for the length of it. The sheer magnitude of the chamber aside, it was what sat in the middle of it atop a stratified octagonal structure that must have had a diameter of a couple of miles. The seemingly endless chamber, decorated sporadically with the same golden walls of hieroglyphs, angled support beams against the walls, and some kind of mother-of-pearl blue marble flooring, was a docking bay for the wildest (and biggest) space ship they had every seen.

The ship had a bulky angular body that almost resemble a massive tetrahedron twice as wide as the platform, two of the side pointing behind the ship, with a curving extension from the remaining side that extended into a long neck, plated along the sides with insectile looking armor plating, each section of armor becoming thicker the closer to the bow you got. The forward section ended off in a distinct stretched pincer/tuning fork like design. With its sweeping wing design, it looked like something between an alien bird of prey and a rather odd sword.

The finishing touches included a bony looking 'spine' going from the concave juncture between the two 'prongs' of the bow to the main body of the ship, and nasty looking spikes littering the entire outer hull. The hull was midnight black, with blood red tribal markings along the length of the wings, and had the same gold trim and hull decoration of the ships that Zechs had discovered. There were enormous fibre optic cable like robotic tentacles swirling and weaving around the ship, adorned with a bristling of mechanical implements working away at the ships exterior.

"I give you the Peacemillion-2" was the only thing the ghostly 'pimp' said, before they all vanished in a flash of light which was accompanied by a vibrant humming noise.

The next thing everyone knew, they were somewhere else. To be more precise, they were on what looked like a bridge, but it had to be the most ornate bridge that anyone had ever seen. They were at the rear of the cavernous command center, looking out a massive forward view port that stretched from wall to wall, and ceiling to floor, which by the way was not what they were standing on; the bridge had more than level.

It must have been as wide as a four lane highway, and after coming to the end of the raised platform-which by the way, sported a rather over-the-top futuristic throne- they discovered the bridge was three levels high, and they were on the top. The level below them came out about ten feet under them and then terminated. This left a huge open gap in the bridge. The entire bridge had a sweeping, curving ovular design, adding to the impact of it.

"So, you like the art that Malachi creates?"

The group was startled out of their short exploration of the bridge, noticing that the odd man that had greeted them was sitting in the throne with such a casual air that he seemed to act as though he owned the great ship. He smiled that shark-tooth smile of his, and spread his arms wide, saying aloud, "Your never gonna believe what this baby can do, my own sweet little girl".

"Now, now, Jekyll, She ain't just yours, ya know", playfully scorned a laid back voice from behind him. The ghoulish fellow identified as none other than Damien Jekyll smiled wickedly and chuckled darkly as he said, "So Howard………we ready to fly?" now it was Howard\s Turn to smile. As the balding white-haired man with the lurid Hawaiian t-shirt and sun-glasses, walked up to Jekyll's left, he softly said, "We were ready two days ago………we just needed our guests, here", gesturing to the new arrivals.

"In that case, will everybody take their seats while the hangar bay opens and the engines warm up?" he looked around as everyone took a seat around the upper deck of the bridge. Jekyll reared back his head and roared, "ZEUS!! ON-LINE!!" Everybody covered their ears; his voice was so loud it was rather painful. Quatre was just about to protest about the racket, not to mention Duo, Heero, and Wu Fei, when a synthesized voice like rolling thunder boomed, "THIS UNIT IS ONLINE MR.JEKYLL. WHAT IS YOUR COMMAND?" Damien Jekyll smiled a smile worthy of the devil and happily shouted in quick succession, "Power up main engines and the reactor core! Full start up on all ship systems, primary and secondary, and run diagnostics on all back-ups and emergency systems! Disengaged and retract mooring clamps! Disengage and deactivate the builder tendrils! Power up primary weapon systems and prepare to fire! Prepare to take off!"

Everybody started wondering what Jekyll was trying to pull, when he roared at the top of his lungs in an enraptured voice, "DESTROY THE ENTIRE MOON BASE!!" Everybody within arms reach tried to get to Jekyll, to make him rescind the order, but they were repelled by a force field that surrounded him. Jekyll spoke again, but in such an inhuman voice, that everybody felt a bitter chill run up and down their spine. The words he spoke were this: "None may stand in the path of My Destiny. I am Malachi………and the Tau'ri, ever so weak, shall drown in its own blood. The Goa'uld shall reign absolute, as we always meant to".

Even as he said this, the entire hull crackled with alien energy, almost like lightning come alive. The energy erupted outward, creating a wave of radiation and plasma energy that vaporized everything it touched. It swept outward like a swirling hurricane, swallowing and devouring everything surrounding the vast hangar, somehow leaving only it intact, as the rest of the base disintegrated, concrete being reduced to dust, metal being reduced to slag, plastics evaporating, and the flesh and bone of the people on the base disappearing in a wave of angry hell fire.

As the crater that remained of the base swirled with dust and ash, a monstrous form slowly rose from the pit; with a fluid grace something so massive should never have the ability to do, the massive ship that was the 'Peacemillion-2' swept the swirling clouds of dust and dirt aside like a curtain, and smoothly, silently, like an ancient predator from some nightmare time, sailed away from the moon, and then suddenly vanished into a dark, cloudy vortex that appeared right in front of it.

Before it did though, a smirking monster sitting in his throne whispered, "let us meet our 'other' guests".

Author's Notes: Folks, this is the biggest chapter I've ever wrote, and I hope you sincerely enjoy it. Because of Work, university, exams, and rotten writers block, I haven't updated in ages. I hope you can forgive me, and hope you join us for our next instalment, "Enemies of the Devil"