Chapter Eleven: The Great City

Moltor and Flurious walked in, flashing their invitation as if it was an exclusive event. As they walked in, their mouths dropped open. The Great City was truly a magnificent sight. As they walked forward, they could hear music from the band in the main plaza floating through the air.

Moltor began to bob his head to the side, feeling the rhythm of the music flow through him. "Flurious… This is awesome!"

"I know, right!?" Flurious said, beginning to bob his head to the side as well.

As the two brothers began making their way through the crowd, bobbing their heads to the music, they began to greet those around them. They were beginning to become completely flooded with sensory overload.

"Hey, what's up?"

"What's up?

"You new here?"

"Have you met my brother?"

"So, what are you doing after the party?"

With each attempt to get someone to say hello, they were brushed off. Their attitude and extreme behavior was off-putting to say the least.

"Okay, that's cool."

"Fine, see ya next time."

"Okay!"

They then went over to the drink station. As they asked for a couple of bottles of juice, they heard someone shouting behind them. Continually "dancing" to the music, they turned around to see who was trying to get their attention. Looking around, they could see a woman waving toward them, mouthing the phrase "come over here!" with much excitement.

Moltor looked to Flurious. "Is she pointing at me!?"

Flurious shrugged. "I don't know! Maybe!"

They then started pointing at each other with much animation. They kept looking to each other and back to the woman. As they did such, a man next to them finally noticed the girl, laughed, and ran over to her. Deflated and defeated, the brothers turned back to the juice bar.

"Man… This party's LAME!" Moltor said.

Flurious, looking at his brother, shook his head. "No, man… It's US. We need to make this party awesome. Watch this…" He laughed, put down his bottle, and made his way out to the dance floor. His confident body language earned him a little spot near the band, as people began to circle him to see what he was up to.

Seeing the attention this was gaining him, he smirked. He then stopped, getting into a stance. After a few seconds without motion, Flurious began marching his way sideways across the dance floor, waving his arms and stomping his feet in what looked like a very poor excuse for a dance. Within moments, everyone had stopped dancing. They began pointing and laughing at Flurious.

Moltor saw what was happening, and began feeling badly for his brother. When he saw people begin throwing their drinks at him, Moltor ran through to his brother, grabbing him and pulling him away from the hecklers. He had a sad look on his face as he looked back at the people at the party, still laughing as they went back to their dancing. He even noticed some of the band members laughing as well.

Flurious looked down and sighed. "I guess we still don't fit in, huh?"

Moltor begin breathing heavily as he pounded his fist into a wall. "It's not fair! Why don't people like us!? Huh!? We're cool, right?"

As he began to dry sob, Flurious grabbed his brother and pulled his head close to his bosom. Remembering what their mother used to tell them as children, Flurious began caressing Moltor's head, saying "It's okay… Relax. Just think about puppies and candy canes."

"Wait… What are we doing!? Huh!? We're here for a reason, Flurious." Moltor said, breaking away from his brother's embrace. "We need to get our treasure!"

Flurious nodded. "Yeah! You're right! We can't let the glitz and glamour of this party affect us! Once we get what we came for, we'll be able to throw our own parties! Everyone will love us then!"

"And we could even open our own dance club!" Moltor yelled out in excitement. As he did, two people walked by, staring at him oddly.

"Alright! Now, let's go find ourselves a treasure!" Flurious said, putting up his right hand for his brother to give him a high five. "Up top!" He then put up his left hand, having Moltor give him another high five. Thinking there would be yet a third, Moltor threw his hand out, accidentally slapping his brother in the face.

"Ow! What the heck!?"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Ugh. Whatever. Let's just go…"

"Okay. Uh… Flurious… Where are we going?"

As the brothers began to try and figure out a plan, Lothor looked down at the party from high up in his private tower. He smiled. In such a short time, they had gone from living in tents in an open field, to having a city and a massive temple all to themselves. All to him.

Ivicar stood behind him, watching the scene as well. He frowned. "Why are we having this party, Master? How does this forward our plans in the slightest?"

Lothor laughed. "This plan I have is extremely complicated. You see… this city is built to harness power, just like how I created the Greatest Treasure in the Universe using the combined powers of the 'Morphing Masters'. Now, I intend to create another power: the Power Eggs. They are different than the Greatest Treasure, because the Greatest Treasure is a sort of… reboot. If someone uses it, the Greater Power attached to it will be consumed, and all those who were attached to said Greater Power will be erased as well… except the person using it, of course."

Ivicar smiled. "And that is why you formed 'The Top'. I am here, helping you, but I, Regina, did not contribute my powers to the Greatest Treasure, meaning I won't be erased like she will."

"It will be as if she never existed. Whereas the Greatest Treasure will help me change the past to form the present, the Power Eggs are made to change the present. They cannot alter history, but they sure can pack a punch." Lothor said.

Ivicar walked past him, looking dwon at the party. "So… I still don't understand this party…"

"To be able to create the Power Eggs, I will need a power source… These people are that power source. They are my batteries. This temple is slowly but surely draining them of their Lifestream, so I can create the Power Eggs!" Lothor declared, pride dripping from his tongue as he spoke.

Ivicar laughed, turning back to face his secret master. "So then you and I will be ready to conquer the universe, tapping into their inert power stores?"

"Almost, my apprentice. We lost a valuable piece of the puzzle. I am not ashamed to admit I fear the power of the fiend who took the Crystal of Doom from me. I have been… preparing for that encounter. Only afterI'm ready we can fight him." Lothor said.

"Well, what about me?" Ivicar asked. "What can I do to help?"

Lothor shook his head. "I don't want people knowing about your power. Not yet. Regina will get suspicious. This plan, although close to completion, can still fall apart. I can't have anyone ruining my plans. She isespecially important. I will need her emotions at the end of her life to trigger the final process in the Emotional Spectrum."

As Ivicar was going to reply, a loud explosion occurred behind him. Shouts of terror could be heard ringing throughout the plaza. Ivicar and Lothor raced to the balcony to see what was causing the distress.

In the middle of what appeared to be a crater in the plaza, Vexacus stood, sword in hand. "Oh, Lothor!? I told you I'd be back. You will pay for shaming me! Shimazu!? Attack!"

The Demon formerly of Earth swept down, shooting blasts down at the crowd. Flurious and Moltor dived behind a column, wondering what was occurring.

"It looks like someone beat us to the punch…" Flurious said, sneering.

Lothor frowned. "Well… On the one hand the party is ruined…"

Ivicar raised an eyebrow. "But…?"

Laughing, Lothor said, "But on the other, we get more people and energy for the Power Eggs!"

Moltor pulled Flurious up. "Come on! We have to find the treasures!"

As they ran off, Shimazu continued to blast random buildings as Vexacus slashed his way through the crowd, trying to find Lothor. As he did, Mesogog and Dracul exchanged surprised glances.

"Shimazu!? I thought you destroyed him!" Dracul said, looking at Mesogog.

Mesogog shook his head and sighed. "With everything going on around here, I'm not surprised in the least. Let's head back to the complex. I don't want to lose any profits this month."

As they ran to the exit, along with everyone else in the crowd trying to get away from the chaos, a cloud of smoke appeared at the arch leading out of the city. From the smoke, Phoebe, Prue, Paige, and Piperappeared.

Prue laughed. "Why are you all leaving so soon?"

"Yes. I mean, we only just got here…" Piper added.

Paige then stepped forward. "And we so desperately want to play."

Phoebe then smirked. "Oh… And I hope you don't mind that we brought some friends…" And then, she snapped her fingers.

Suddenly, a figure swooped down from the skies, taking with it a person from the crowd. After he was done "feeding", Dracula landed in front of the Witches, baring his fangs. At that moment, two canine creatures jumped over the Witches from the outside of the city, growling and snarling. The smaller one morphed into Cujo, while the larger one, looking more like a
Wolf/Human hybrid, laughed and pointed at Cujo.

"I am Fenrir… Alpha of the Werewolves. This is Cujo, the Skinwalker Alpha. Prepare to meet your doom."

As people began to scream and run back toward the main plaza, they met up with Shimazu again. He began firing blasts of energy in their direction.

"We're trapped!" Flurious screamed.

As he yelled out, a man next to him smiled. "You're right… You are." He then transformed into Deviot. Moltor and Flurious yelled in fright as they saw the transformation. They turned around and tripped over each other, falling on their faces. Deviot laughed as he began to attack random people in the crowd.

Paige looked at Shimazu and, in the distance, Vexacus, as they began to try and find Lothor. She frowned. "It looks like we aren't the only party crashers, sisters…"

Right then, casually, Roman walked past the Witch sisters. He looked at them and smiled. "I'll handle things from here." He then turned, adjusted his tie, and opened his mouth, to reveal his razor sharp teeth. The mouth seemed to encompass the entirety of his face. He then ran forward and began attacking the people in the crowd.

As a woman lay on the ground, clutching her injured arm, Ifrit made his way to her. He bent over to her and smiled. In a deep, gravelly voice, he asked, "Do you want this pain to go away?"

"Yes! More than anything!"

He smiled a deep, understanding smile. "Then all you need to do is wish it away."

In a moment of desperation, not thinking clearly due to her pain, she nodded. "I wish the pain away! Please!"

Ifrit laughed. The woman's face dropped in horror as she saw the man morph into an evil Djinn. He smiled. "Wish granted."

The woman slowly began disappearing. Having granted the Djinn access to her life by "wishing", the Monster tapped into his magic and began to pervert her "wish". He watched as the molecules that made up her body broke down, until she did not exist anymore. As her Lifestream flowed into him, the Spiritual Vampire smiled and moved onto his next victim.

At that moment, Serrator walked toward Shimazu. He laughed, calling out to him. "You Demons are a sorry lot, you know. Just because you're the newest of the flock doesn't make you better than us."

Shimazu turned to him and laughed. "I have nothing against you, whoever you are. Now, do whatever you need to do, and I'll do my own will."

"I'm the Nighlok Alpha. Show some respect. I have my own business to do here, so back away."

"I know nothing of Nighloks. Now, will you leave me alone or not?" Shimazu asked, getting angry.

Serrator's fingernails began to grow long. He laughed. "You won't survive this fight, Demon. Hi-yah!"

As he ran forward, he was surprised to suddenly be facing a man, who ran in between him and Shimazu. Serrator laughed.

"And who do you think you are, little man?" Serrator asked.

The man smiled, while pushing up his glasses. "My name is Xan. I have a lot riding on things going well here in this city, and I don't need Monsters like you ruining it." Flames began dancing around Xan in a circle.

Serrator laughed. "Interesting power you seem to have there…"

Xan nodded. "I've reached my limit break…"

Meanwhile, Fenrir was leaping around, running on the walls by digging his hands and feet into them. Chunks of the wall's material flew out from each impact. As with the other Alphas, he had a mission to cause as much chaos as possible, leading the way to the Witches to get to Lothor and stop him from gaining ultimate power.

Then, he suddenly found himself falling to the ground. As he hit the earth, he looked up, trying to figure out where he was and what had happened. He then caught sight of who had shot him down. Standing amidst the chaos, Zen Aku was holding a blaster he made. His hands were glowing with Green Energy, being channeled into the blaster itself. Lokar stood next to him, trying to ensure he didn't get attacked as he charged his blaster.

Fenrir curled his lip and snarled. "Wrong move…" He then leapt into the air, hoping to attack Zen Aku.

During all of this, Dai Shi ran into the predestinated building that Octomus had asked him to go to. When he walked in, he found Octomus standing in the middle of a room, eyes filled with Black Energy.

"Whoa… This is intense…" Dai Shi said, feeling a little uneasy. He had never felt such power coming from one individual at one time.

Octomus laughed. "I was going to try and do this during Lothor's grand toast, hoping he wouldn't feel my power, but this… oh this is too great. While those fools out there go around, causing havoc, our plan will go off without a hitch."

"So you checked them…?" Dai Shi asked.

"Yes. Yes I did. They seem to be completely dependent on me. I already programmed them for this mission."

"So…?"

"So… the Ten Terrors are coming up as soon as this portal is opened straight to here. And then, the Greatest Treasure in the Universe will be ours!"

. . .

Thor stared at the spot in space in shock as Loki went to speak with Hades to figure out what had happened. Thor flew past the floating ships to the spot of the incident.

He closed his eyes and focused hard. A very odd energy reading could be felt from the spot. It was as if something happened to the planet, like it had been moved with a powerful spell. From the eyewitness accounts Thor had received, however, it seemed as if the planet had disintegrated. By the time the spell had passed that had caused all of those trying to defend Dawn to be frozen, the planet was already humming and spinning until it had disappeared. The only thing they all knew was that Beelzebub was involved with a small group of Demons. Unfortunately, they knew now whether the Demons went down with the planet or not.

I'm highly doubting that… Thor thought to himself. He gripped Mjolnir tightly as he reasoned within himself.I need to report to Atlantis and tell them what I've discovered… I fear a power that is too dangerous has reared its ugly head, and we may not be powerful enough to stop it.

. . .

Beelzebub laughed as he gripped the Orb of Doom tightly in one of his massive hands. He knew that he had great power, and he was ready to wield it.

"We have now placed our mark in the universe!" Goresakubo stated happily. "They can't help but fear us now!"

Azazel nodded. "Yes, it is true. Now that the universe knows that not even the High Ones can stop us, no one will dare fight against our cause."

"That is true, my children." Beelzebub said. "We are the mightiest warriors in the universe! Nothing can stand in our way!"

"That is not true, little brother…" Michael said, descending from the skies onto the planet the Demons had congregated upon, to celebrate their victory.

"So, you've found us Michael… Now what?" Beelzebub asked, chuckling a bit.

"You can't take us on. We are five and you are one. I don't care how powerful you are, Ethereal, you can't win." Diabolico said, angry at what he saw as Michael's arrogance.

"Victor… please… Don't let this end like this!" Michael said, tightening his grip on the handle of his sword.

LokiD stepped forward. "There is no Victor here! We are Demons, united and strong. Back away before he destroy you!"

Michael then took off his hood, revealing the Corona Aurora. Closing his eyes, he could feel its power beginning to flow through his body.

Beelzebub gripped the Orb of Doom tighter. "I see and feel that I'm not the only one who has gained more power. So, is this your secret weapon, Ethereal King? Well… Let's see if it is enough to deal with me and my children and my powerful orb!"

Mythical Master looked at the scene. Underneath his black hood, he shook his head. Looking at his stolen wrist tech while analyzing the energy signature coming off of the Corona Aurora, he though, That thing has the potential to be more powerful than the Orb of Doom… I… I cannot allow my Demons to not succeed. I need them too much!

Turning off his stealth cloak, Mythical Master descended while riding his work station. The Demons and the Ethereal watched in awe as he appeared.

Lifting up his mighty, White Energy powered sword, Michael pointed the blade at Mythical Master. "Who are you and who do you fight for?"

Stepping down from the platinum platform, Mythical Master bowed. "I am the Mythical Master. I have come to help the mighty Demon Empire tear down the status quo, and you are fighting on the wrong side of history!"

"I'm sorry you feel this way…" Michael said, channeling some of the power of the Corona Aurora into his sword. "And I'm sorry you have the wrong view of how things will happen for the future. Unfortunately, I will need to teach you and these Demons a lesson you will never forget. Prepare to feel the wrath of the Ethereals! Yaah!"

And with that, Michael dashed forward, ready to battle Mythical Master and Beelzebub's Demons.