Menma passed through the fog door at the end of the path he was on, though he was surprised to see what appeared to be an Asylum Demon, though he was red and had a aura of flaring embers around him, Menma shrugged and pulled his machete into his left hand and tensed his right arm, the demon leapt forward and attempted to slam its hammer-staff onto the chaoticly enhanced undead, Menma jumped to the side and slashed at the creature with his heaviest weapon, it hissed at him as its flesh was torn asunder.

With agility he had no idea a creature like this could posses, Menma was slammed into the wall with the creature weapon, and then felt his skin burn under the assault of an explosive force, Menma gasped as he felt the pressure let up, tearing his armour off so he could breath the Uzumaki growled at the creature, it seemed to hold a smug look on its twisted visage, glaring darkly at the creature Menma leapt towards its head, his machete lighting up with electricity and fire billowing from his arm acting as a booster.

Menma slashed the creature over the shoulder and landed on the ceiling sticking with chakra before righting himself to jump back down and slash the creature down the spine, it screamed in rage as its body was being ripped up, once more it released a powerful explosion, Menma was caught midair and throwing through several roots that littered the short hallway. Menma skidded and rolled until he hit the wall again, groaning he managed to get himself up only to be struck back down with the creature weapon, his bones cracked and screeched in protest.

Menma could barely clear the black spots in his vision, the creature seemed to think him dead so he played possum for a moment until it turned, slowly he fished out an Estus and drank deeply of the healing liquid, feeling his body relax and repair he sighed softly, shakily rising.

He slapped his seal covered glove against his machete and transferred all the stored power into it, Menma grinned darkly as black smoke left his lips, lifting the weapon onto his shoulder Menma gripped it with his demonic arm, the power resonating with it, sporadic and raging flames of Chaos lit along the machete and upon his arm, the horns on the giant's shoulders shifting as a screaming face began to form in the armour, it appeared to be a humanoid skull with sharp canines and two pointed protrusions from its lower jaw, the horns shifting onto its forehead.

Lunging forward Menma released all the built up energy into one powerful arc that flooded the room with devastating force, when it came into contact with the creature it completely obliterated it, the souls were tinted red instead of the usual blue, they appeared to be screaming in agony. Menma felt them flood his body, but instead of the usual feeling encompassing his whole body it seemed to culminate into his arm, the skull on his shoulder releasing a powerful torrent of fire that quickly died down into a few sparking cinders.

"Well...That was quite fucking awesome." He said with a blink, Menma kept looking at the devastation he'd caused, the room was scorched, a giant scar in the center from the sheer amount of power expelled from the machete. The giant blade did look much better than before though, it no longer looked like a rusted piece of crap. Instead it was smooth, ebony coloured and reflected his face like marble. The edge of the blade was a soft, steely white colour. Though the leather wrapping on the hilt would need to be replaced to make it truly beautiful, it had a vicious beauty to it.

Menma slid the weapon onto his back once more, the leather straps jumping to hold it tightly. He looked down at his body, the chaos had spread to his right ribs now, just barely finding purchase on his torso, whilst the dragon scales slowly but surely were splitting and multiplying across his forearm, going down to the back of his hand.

His stomach was exposed as he tore off his armour, revealing the pale, he noticed it's oddly greying, flesh beneath, only tattered remains lay across his shoulders now, stopping the leather strapping of his holster from rubbing his shoulder raw.

"I think I'll need more clothes...But I'll keep going for now..." He muttered to himself, he was more worried about what would happen to his face, and his junk. He was a man of priorities. And those were legitimate concerns when it came to this shit.

He went back out the way he came and decided to go down the giant root that went down that direction, Menma idly thumbing the hilt of Oscar to distract him from his half-nakedness, maybe after this was all done he'd go back and visit Priscilla? That felt like a good idea, he did enjoy her company. And perhaps Gwyndolin, maybe. She was a little antsy when it came to his Chaotic body parts, his arm dropped from the hilt of the Straight Sword and fell limply to his side he would have put his hands into his pockets if he had any.

He did run up against a giant door, though at the touch of his hand it popped open, the various vertical segments lifting up and clearing the way, though he was greeted by several small bug-maggot looking creatures, one with a great orb of light over its head, it vaguely looked like a morbid version of the sun.

"Something in my heart tells me to kill you, with great prejudice..." Muttered the slowly transforming male, lifting his demonic hand and letting a burst of flame out, he tugged and pulled on the flame like a puppet master and formed it into a demonic fist, it grasped the bug and crushed it, whilst also burning it.

"I dunno what Quelana was talking about, this shit is easymode." He said absently, the creature popping into a plume of souls it's dead husk remaining, like a hat. With a glowy thing. Like a glowy, shitty bug hat.

"Fuck that hat." He said, stepping on it with his boots as he walked past, the small orb of light jumped from the creatures corpse, and leapt right into the mouth of the skull on his shoulder, lightning it up like a jack-o-lantern. Menma didn't even blink or pause in his stride, shit was just always weird for him.

Menma heard a shifting, like metal against stone, looking up curiously he looked at the sight of another Titanite Demon. "Oh fucknuggets..." He sighed, to make matters worse it was over a long, narrow bridge-hallway, over a FUCKING LAKE OF LAVA. Then again he did have the ring that Quelaag gave him, he didn't want to fall that far, into FUCKING LAVA.

With a sigh he summoned up a torrent of flames from his arm, he was in no mood to bother dicking about with the a Tit Demon.

The idea of a Demon with it's best trait being Tits did tickle his fancy.

The flames surged and he swung them forth in the form of a spinning orb of blazing death, it charred the already blackened stone even further, colliding with the Titanite Demon he listened as the creature somehow released a baleful scream of pain. It was a real facemelter.

Menma was quite fond of how disgustingly powerful his fire was. He'd all but discarded his lightning abilities just due to how much he was using his fire now, he shrugged it off though perhaps he'd meet his match in the arts of flames and then be forced back like a little bitch? Then again from what he could see he was essentially becoming a Chaos Demon, that was concerning but also not. It was hard to explain.

"I approve of what is happening." Chimed his beast, "Your human shell is a boring one, this one will hopefully prove to be more interesting to look at." Menma rolled his eyes swiping a duo of Demon Titanite from the glowing orb on the ground, sealing them into a storage seal on his left hip.

"Whatever." Replied the Uzumaki, tastelessly.

"Oh? No grand retort? No theatrics? My word, what has happened?" Asked the Fox with almost genuine curiosity.

"Dunno, don't care. Not enough energy to really care anymore. Tired. Eat a dick, fuckstick." He added on the end, trying his best to put some real push into his words, but it came out with a sigh. Menma walked past some fat statue creatures that seemed more interested in not being near him, to really bother him. Idly he rubbed his demonic arm his glove feeling like silk on his tough armoured skin.

"Let me down again, why don't you. Tsk, foolish little human. Already this place has surged your power, dwarfing your sire and yet in continues to rise. These souls are like tangible power, and you just keep collecting them. Thought about what you will do with this power?" Asked the fox, trying to entertain itself no doubt.

"Dunno, the opposite of what Frampt wanted? I'm just moving around man, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." Said the giant with a shrug, walking up another root and then up a short set of stair.

Invaded By Dark Spirit Kirk.

Menma paused for a moment, a red figure rising from another world into his own, Menma looked at the man, his armour covered in spikes, his short sword and shield following this trend, his helmet looked like a cage with even more spikes. "I feel like someone is very fond of their motif..." He drawled, the man leapt at him slashing at his exposed chest, Menma caught the Dark Spirit's arm with his demonic arm and snapped it, the man's body jerk as he convulsed in pain, Menma plucked the sword from his useless arm and stabbed him through the grates on his mask, the blade meeting flesh with a shlk sound.

"Do better next time, fuckboi." Insulted the 'Malleable' being.

Kirk's limp form fell back into the red hole that had opened up, leaving behind a flood of souls, a substantial amount actually, and along with a humanity. Menma felt the icy presence of the enigmatic object enter his body and sighed contently, it was a good difference from the flames and lightning. A good chill never hurt anyone.

Menma jumped back when he felt a finger touch his shoulder, leaping to the opposite side of the platform the stairs led to and drawing his machete, Monolith felt like a much better name, and holding it loosely in his left hand, the person was in fact another Daughter of the Witch. Menma paused.

"Wait...No deformities, normal robes...How'd you escape all the bullshit that Quelaag and Quelara had to deal with?" He asked, sheathing his blade and approaching the woman who's hooded head tilted slightly.

"Oh I see! My poor sisters...The Chaos Soul, it feed the mutation of Izalith. Quelaag and Quelara were both very fond of spiders, and kept many as pets when the first wave of power hit I suppose you can guess what happened..." Informed the robed woman, Menma sighed and shook his head, "To what end have you come, stranger? Have you come to slay my mother? To fell the rogue Lord?" The last bit had a heavy amount of sarcasm, Menma blinked.

"Wait...She's here? Or, there I suppose." He pointed to the fog door that another pair of stairs descended to, the woman nodded, "Well...That's something I didn't expect. Uh...I suppose I technically am here to end the Chaos, and if laying the Witch to rest kills it off and reverses the effects on the girls...I'm kinda obligated, Chaos Servant Covenant and all." He started talking to himself whilst the woman tried to think why a 'Chaos Servant' would want to destroy it, but she shook her head.

"Well...I do not wish my mother gone, she was our world. But when I look around Izalith every day and see what has become of it, my heart has grown heavy over these many, many years. I simply do not have the strength to carry on with all of this anymore...So go, brave one. Stem the tides of Chaos." Menma looked at the woman, curiosity getting the better of him and he pulled her hood back, revealing an ashen skinned woman with ruby red eyes, her pupils being a burning orange, and flame red hair that was scruffy and messy, but held a nice enough appeal to it.

"Menma." He offered his hand, she smiled lightly at him, her eyes thick with emotion as she clutched his hand.

"Quelahr, good luck." Quelahr, a nice name, he thought as they separated and he walked to the fog door, stepping through it and almost falling forward at the steep decline, but settling for a slide. It wasn't particularly long but it was a little bit of mindless fun before he was dropped before a giant fucking tree.

Said tree had big tree-hands that swept around the floor in front of them. Two luminous orange orbs sat at the side of the creature whilst a bright orb of light sat as the 'head' of the beast. Menma looked at his arm, then at the giant creature, "How the fuck did this..." He made a fist, "Come from that things energy?" Menma sighed and shook his head, loosening his fist and approaching the creature, he flicked his Uchigatana from its sheath, the seals ready to go.

His dark red eyes scanned the creature thoroughly, it couldn't lean forward so he was fine where he was, a large swath of tentacle-like branches fell down the front of the creature, so perhaps that was the head and the orb was some kind of control mechanism? He decided almost went to poke around those orange orbs until he felt a spike of energy, fire began to pool around his feet, quickly backstepping he saw as a Capra Demon clawed its way out of the bubbling flames, it was a fresh birth, and very similar to its kin.

Menma shook his head and cut it down before it could really come to grips with life, his Uchigatana sliding through its tender flesh with ease, the tree seemed upset by this, though he felt like its power his a stopped, like something was holding it all in. His eyes drifted to those orange orbs once more and he decided to check them out, seemingly fizzling out of existence he move like a red streak, he would not allow this creature time to find any kind of weakness through observation.

He ran along the wall with his scaled hand gripping it, digging clawed trenches into the stone until he leapt from the wall and divebombed the orange orb, crashing through the branch that shrouded the orb and passing through it easily. A quiet, quick chittering noise greeted him, Menma blanched at the sight of the Chaos Maggot that seemed to be a little more matured, with more legs and a long flicking tongue out the front of it, Menma staked his katana into the creature just to be rid of it. Quickly leaving the orb and returning to the wall, like a filthly bullshit boss-mechanic avoiding casual.

Menma watched as the power of the orb fluctuated and a large claw-shaped appendage sprouted from it, with scythe like bladed 'nails'. Menma almost appreciated the danger he could have been in if he wasn't able to wall climb/run like he currently was, he leapt from one side of the room, landed on one of its sweeping arms and used the momentum to propel himself onto the other wall, he repeated the process and slew the maggot again, his blade was already morphing from the sheer amount of chaos energy, its blade melting into a deep, glossy obsidian, the seal marking flaring orange and red.

Menma wiped his brow as the heat suddenly turned right the fuck up, fire sprouting all around him, he felt a pillar snake and drive right into his chest, slamming him into the nearest segment of the wall, more flames piles onto him, surging across his form and scorching his skin, Menma's hair burnt away and his eyes burnt away, his body expired as his form turned to ashen dust.

Bonfire.

Menma woke up next to the bonfire before Quelara, his skin deathly pale and his cheeks sunken in, he gripped his chest, sweat coating his exposed skin as he heaved and choked, the feeling of being burnt alive sticking firmly in his mind. A soft hand pat his back, tracing small circles across his midsection, "Shh..." Came the voice attached to the hand, "All is well, be calm." It assured, he fell back onto his ass and buried his face into his hands.

"What happened..?" Asked the soft voice of the crippled Witch.

"…" Menma made no noise, nor movement, it was like he was a statue, the only shifting being the shallow, almost unnoticeable breaths he was taking.

"It would appear our dear servant bit off more than he could chew." Said Quelaag with a small amount of spitefulness.

"Sister. Now is not the time." Snapped Quelana, apparently taking to her return easily enough. Quelaag merely huffed but remained quiet, the woman returned to her pupil, sitting next to him and pulling his head to her shoulder, he did so without protest, she took his still human hand into hers, idly running her hand over the dark scales on his forearm.

"Ah, so he was one of us." Spoke a grizzled voice, Quelara smiled lightly at the sound of her other servant. "I bid thee a good day, Fair Lady." Spoke the Knight of Thorns with a bow of his head.

"Welcome back, Kirk. It is good to see you once more, this is Menma. He is a dear friend. Have you met him before?" Asked the White Spider, tilting her head ever so slightly.

"Indeed. I attempted to invade him at the steps before your mother's lair. It would appear he faired about as well as most do, against her." Informed Kirk with a small smirk lining his unseen lips.

"Are you alright, were either of you hurt in this misunderstanding?" Quickly prodded the woman, Kirk merely replied with a quick 'no', though he could still remember the pain of his arm being broken and then being stabbed with his own sword, the second he was pushed back into his own world it was like he was never harmed in the first place.

"I'm going to go back, and stab a bitch." Came the inhuman snarl from the Uzumaki, a plume of smoke leaving his lips as he used the power of the Lordvessel he carried in a seal to teleport to the closest bonfire, the others all looked at the spot he previously occupied for a moment before Quelana shook her head.

"That boy..." She sighed.

Bed of Chaos.

Menma burst through the Fog Door and ran down the steep decline, the second his feet hit the ground he began moving like a blur, streaking red all over the 'arena' flames began to dance in the air as they followed his streak, he slammed his demonic fist into the left arm of the creature, tearing right through it, grabbing the giant limb he suplexed it into the head making it write, it tried to grab at him with the right but he seemingly vanished into the air itself, only a burst of burning embers remaining.

"You wanna play with fire, bitch? I AM FIRE!" Chakra poured from his body and coated his form, he conjured his flames and wreathed himself in it, standing before the giant creature and crossing his arms into a block whilst he mentally molded the chakra in his stomach to fit the certain Jutsu he felt he just needed to use at the moment. To hell if it didn't work he was fucking pissed.

"Katon: Goka Mekkyaku!" Words failed to describe how proud his ancestors would be if they could see the sheer ferocity of the flames he produced, the whole room was wreathed in blazing azure flames that seemed to blacken around the very edges, Menma's red orbs had shifted to a shining golden colour, his pupils slitting as his iris expanded to cover roughly 3/5 of his eye. His fang-like canines giving a nice beastly esthetic to the sheer chaos that was leaving his gaping maw.

Within his mindscape, Kurama was wide eyed, the power being emitted from his jail cell right now was enough to crush even Gyuki with minimal effort, then again these were extreme circumstances, he had no problem admitted his jail cell was a powerful creature, but to have his strength creeping up to his own was troublesome. The sheer density required to be at the Nine Tails level was impressive in itself, and yet his jail cell was clawing his way to being the beasts equal.

"Fair enough I suppose." Kurama shrugged, nothing he could, or would, do about it. Maybe he'd be lucky and get to smack the brat around a bit, it would be nice to stretch his tails after being locked up in this endless void of darkness his jail cell called a head.

When the flames died Menma was panting slightly, he drew his uchigatana and looked at the damage he'd caused, his flames were so intense that even the Bed of Chaos couldn't stand against them, it branches reduced to ashes, the light above the Bed tried its best to strike him down, but its power was sapped the second it touched the seal laden sword blade of the sword.

Orange chose this time to appear, "The Great Chaos Edge. One last piece." Chimed the entity, Menma's golden eyes fixed upon the small 'nest' that remained exposed, he flickered towards it, walking through the short tunnel to the final maggot, this one was even bigger than the others, though that wasn't saying much considering they were like a foot long at best.

He stabbed his blade into the creatures face and watched as its body was reduced to flaming ash, the sword swallowed this power but in doing so, all of Izalith rocked and trembled at the great change that was sure to sweep across it in mere seconds.

Menma's word turned red as the flames of his blade exploded out, a ripple effect rocketed through the ruined city, the flames growing in mass and the wave turning into a tsunami of great power, the tides of flames swept through the base, the lava slowly hardening as the flaming veins of the city were set to stone.

From the smallest maggot to the great Turos, all the demons were reduced to nothingness, like they never existed, their soul energy turning red and joining the wave until eventually it began to make headway to Quelaag's domain, Ceaseless Discharge felt the rumbling power shoot through the city and wash over his body the twisted abomination fell against the cliff he gazed upon for so long, its form consumed by the flames yet rapidly shrinking, leaving a grey skinned man with ash coloured hair, lanky and looking thoroughly malnourished, but humanoid at least. His head met dirt and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he slept.

The arachnid attachments that haunted the siblings for so long were reduced to mere air, Quelaag was greeted with a pair of thin legs she hadn't seen in centuries, but the sudden lack of so many other limbs made her loose balance and fall on her back, though she almost teared up in joy at the fact that she was laying on her back.

Quelara felt a great emptiness beneath her, she felt herself falling, only to be caught, she didn't feel any connection to the wall, she felt...Free. She felt around slowly, gingerly and touched what felt like legs, these legs were very tender and she flinched as she felt a small arc of feeling run through her body, into her brain, informing her that these were her legs.

The giant wave of flame turned tail and began receding at great speeds, Menma's form was encompassed in flames, as though he had become Chaos itself. His body fell limp as his golden eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the soft soil that the maggot had once rested in.

Mindscape

Kurama watched as the mindscape changed rapidly, from the dark void to a great peninsula of flames, pillars of deadly red rising up on an ash covered ground, a single humanoid form clad in a grey robe clutching a long staff, like 8 feet long it was ridiculous, at the very precipice of the peninsula overlooking the flaming landscape, Kurama did idly note there were several burning trees as far as his eyes could see, but didn't know what to make of it.

His cell appeared next to him, those eyes...They did not belong to the human he'd known for so many years, those golden eyes regarded him with idly notice before he was seemingly brushed off, the demonic enhanced shinobi walked towards the largest hill whilst the fox snorted.

"Hmh. Uncaged and still he doesn't seem bothered. What a weird human." Thought the beast aloud.

Menma approached the robed figure and stood next to them, his demonic arm folding over his draconian as he watched the flames, "So." He started.

"So indeed, young one." Replied the woman, her voice like a cold wind on a hot night, welcomed. It was soft but held a power he could feel in each syllable that came from her full, dark grey lips. The lower half of her face shown in the fires light, she had ashen skin like the woman he'd met outside the chamber, though her face had a more...Angelic? Look to it. It was weirdly perfect.

Though this woman's robe was different to the rest, it looked heavier, with a fine dark grey cloth edged with a soft orange-yellow embroidery, what appeared to be spider webbing was laced across her shoulders holding it in place.

"You were the bed of Chaos?" He asked, looking away, towards the western flames.

"Indeed, I wish to beg your forgiveness for what I di-" She was interrupted as he punched her square across the jaw, making the woman stumble. Menma's golden eyes glared into the shadows of her hood with a burning rage, she could see more armour forming on his exposed torso, mirroring his ribs as it slowly crept across his skin.

"I forgive you." He snarled through grit teeth, she rubbed her cheek and dipped her head submissively.

"I will not pretend I can take back what my twisted state did to you, to all life it touched. But I swear to make amends as best I may." She promised, though once more she was shaken as he grasped her shoulder with his own twisted body part and with his other flipped her hood off, rather flippantly as well.

This was not exactly unexpected, but she was unused to being gazed upon with such intensity, Gwyn, Nito, every soldier they all fought with, none had ever seen her full face. Whilst yes she had taken a partner to produce her children, not even he had seen her face.

"Name." He requested, though it sounded more like a demand to the Witch. His eyes distant, as though it was a mere side thought.

Menma examined the woman, the grey skin seemed to be a common trait in the Witches. Her hair was white as fresh ash and cut short, she had light red eyes, not pink but as in a softer shade, her face was well rounded and it all seemed...Just right. Which was odd. He'd never seen another person without any real flaw. Perhaps she had some wicked scars? Surely a flawless form was impossible.

Even he had flaws, like a giant fucking skull growing out of his shoulder. Or the fact that his scales had overtaken his hole hand and now he had claws, or the fact that they weren't red anymore and were black as his fucking swords, OR the fact that he had FUCKING SCALES!

He was processing a lot right now.

"Quela." She introduced shortly, Menma almost snorted at that, it seemed the Witch and Gwyn had similar naming schemes. 'Its my name but with extra shit on the end.' Not that he really had a problem with it. It was short and easy to remember.

"Nice name, Menma Uzumaki. I'd say human, but I think we can both see that's not even remotely true anymore." The Witch merely nodded before touching his face.

"You have very nice skin though." She observed absently, Menma stared blankly at her. Kurama rolled over and went to sleep, being bored of this shit already. "Though I must ask, now that that though has come to me, how did you manage to rescue my mind from the Chaos?" She asked curiously, Menma just pulled his Chaos Edge free and presented it to her, the blade's edge was a azure blue in contrast to the obsidian black the rest of the blade held, the orange seals no longer pulsing as they were filled to the brim.

"Fuinjutsu...It's a long story." She sat down, her feet tucked next to her, like Quelana sat actually, and pat the ground next to her, smiling lightly up at him.

"I've got time."

End of Chapter.

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