The Karcist and the Lord
a S.C.P. Foundation Mythos x M.G.E. crossover
Chapter 30: The First Hunt, Part Two
Adytum, Earth
A number of Sarkics were traveling the capital of their Deathless Empires many highways, long bridges of blood vessels that were sheathed in bone, and connected various spires and palace like creatures together. These living buildings were what the Sarkics themselves live in, made from the thousands of millions of Daevites and others that tormented them, now getting their just due as sustenance and residential housing complexes. Among them, a women with dark tan skin and a golden snakes lower body. She was Klavigar Saarn. What she was investigating was the emergence of a portal from the world Ion went to. As the Klavigar slithered along, one of her Halkost, a beast of a man with a partial fused mouth and white fur grumbled to her in Adytite, pointing at the entrance ahead, leading into the palace where Ion and the others devised their plan to conquer the next world.
"There. The creature managed to seal herself in, as you can see." he said, as the valve that was the door was fused shut. When Saarn approached it, she created a sword like growth from her tail, and swung it. The force she put into it sliced the flesh opened, and the Sarkics burst into the room, only to find it was empty. Saarn turned to the Halkost.
"Find it. The last thing we need is one those things finding and informing the heathens of Mekhane of the invasion into Eros." Saarn said. As she spoke, she sensed that something was sneaking out of the room. As she threw a dagger at the Mamono, she yelled out "DIE!" the Mamono dodged the projectile of whale bone coated in virulent plagues, and flew with many wings throughout her body around the room as the Halkost snarled and screeched, before phasing through the wall. Saarn let out a gasp.
That bitch! She didn't do so at first to catch us off-guard. Saarn grabbed one of the Halkost, who could commune telepathically to all near him, and pointed in the direction the creature went through the wall in.
"Get every damn Nalkacite within to hunt that thing down now." she snarled. "She is no doubt trying to find the Mekhanites, who are coming this way from the west as we speak. Don't. Let. That. Happen..."
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By all the Gods, that was close! Amuil, the many-winged Void Seraphim sent to Earth from Pandemonium thought. She phased in and out of sight, passing through multiple walls, and turned and jinked at random intervals, this way she could avoid moving in a straight path. Doing so meant that whoever the Cult of Nalka will send after her would be able to predict her flight path, and that would mean death. She could see the walls of this accursed city of the damned. She could feel the billions of pained and agonizing souls screaming out for relief. However, as a Void Seraphim she could also partially look into their memories, and realized these so-called Daevites are somehow responsible for their own fate at the hands of the Cult of Nalka, and for its being what it is.
When she flew through the walls however, she stopped. Ahead of her, a vast cavern of rock surrounded her from all sides, including from above. After seeing some more rather grisly sights she would like to forget, Amuil flew straight up.
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As the 18th Colossus of Mekhane strode to the frontline on four legs of beryllium bronze. The 18th Colossus was also known as a Forge of Mekhane, for it was designed in a fashion of a Chimera, the torso being that of a lion, and made to act as both mobile factory and storage for the sacred and divine weapons, and thus was one of the more lightly armed of the Colossi. Hoplite lance that delivered an electric shock powerful enough to kill an elephant, Fire Javelin. A mechanical device that use a form of powder to shoot metal projectiles that can kill at ranges that make archers tremble, these and many more could be accounted for by the Mekhanite crew of eight which maintained it. The top of the torso held a number of turrets that carried larger versions of the Fire Javelin, designed to fire at air borne targets, while the head which looked like a bull spewed out the Light of Fury, a beam of light which was the focused energies from a worked crystal of the element known as Uranium that could be unleashed violently to blast away hordes of the Sarkics if they tried to rush it head on. A number of the loyal cyborgs of Mekhane could also be seen patrolling around it, for the Colossus, in order to make room the many industrial and storage equipment needed for it to fulfill its roll, had to sacrifice much of its secondary ground defense capabilities, and thus was vulnerable if the Great Enemy could get under the slow and bulky machine. The tell-tale smoke of industry came out of the machines back, through tall spine-like structures which funneled the black clouds into the air, and out of the Forge of Mekhane. It still had its primary defense, a energy shield that is emitted from the eyes and back thighs, which can block any attack coming from any direction with the use of coiling electrical towers built into the primary hull of bronze metal of the same alloy the legs were. Because of the unique and well-kept secret in how the metal that was signature to the creations of the servants of Machine God, it utterly resists any attempt to rust it by means of the magics of the Sarkics, and also enchanted to repair itself.
As the Mekhanites marched, the lead general, who was inside the Colossus' head sensed something coming. His eyes, replaced by optical lenses that were superior both in range and detail, zoomed in and saw a women with multiple wings. She happened to be followed by a swarm of aerial Sarkics, with avian forms that were more revolting then her own, who were trying to attack her. He turned to the crew, and spoke through the vocal device that replaced his voice and mouth in language of the Greek.
"Unidentified bioform detected heading here. Confirm its origins." he spoke monotonously to the main pilot, who had already saw it through the Forge of Mekhanes eyes. "Also prepare for battle, for the Flesh is also coming once again, from the air. Prepare the Light of Mekhane, and start readying the anti-air javelins." After a second had passed, the pilot captain turned and replied.
"Unidentified lifeform is not aligned with the Great Enemy. Energy signatures being emitted by it indicate it has come from the other world that the blasphemous texts captured and burned after translation by our scribes as Eros, based on creatures design and reactions of those Sarkics around it. Possible survivor fleeing from destruction?"
"Or someone seeking out salvation by shedding her flesh. Battle priorities are as follows: (1. Destroy all Sarkics. (2. Ensure the survival of the unidentified lifeform. End of priority assignment."
"As you command, Magos Robirus."
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Heaven, Eros
As Ion and Odin stared at each other, Ion took in the question. Then he smile evilly.
"You have my attention. How do I invade the afterlife?" Ion asked. Odin then sighed.
"Alright, so to start off with, how much do you know about travel between dimensions?"
"I know that if I plan to invade from my capital city of Adytum, I will need to form a new bridge, as they are solely connected to this world. The main problem with that, is that I would have to go to Earth, then know what the dimension I want to go is like, then form the bridge. Not only will going there by a set point as was already formed is faster, I'm less likely to say, enter the dimension where an erupting volcano is."
"Huh, that's pretty advanced. More so then I thought you would know, to be honest." Odin said, visibly impressed.
"Circumstances during my time on Earth and found the Deathless Empire resulted in me and my followers having to learn the art of reality warping. If you wonder why we don't focus on it much, the fact Nadox came through and attacked Royal Makai through their own portal is one reason why. Certain Gods and other entities could do the same to my kind, thus we leave them to lie." Ion replied.
"Ok then." Odin replied, finding the idea of things that even Ion is wary of a rather big damper on her low enough as is mood. "So, You actually can in fact make a portal yourself?"
"Yes and no. I'm still rather inexperienced with this form of sorcery, and mainly worked with already formed dimensions. However, Dealm Realms are actually good for our purposes as such!" Ion exclaimed. Odin gazed at him with wide eyes.
"How?" Ion produced a square of what looked like white cloth, producing it from his robes. After he laid it down on the table, he then explained what he was talking about.
"Imagine this cloth square being a symbol of the world, and reality. It determines how the sun moves, the stars in the sky, and how strong steel and wood are, etc." Ion said. He then took out a paint brush, and then bit down on his wrist. Odin flinched, as she watched his teeth tear audibly into his flesh, and then dipped the brush into the wound he made, then dabbling the black blood that was his godly ichor on it. "This represents the effects magic in this world effects reality. One thing my kind discovered, is that the magics of this world distorting reality wherever it is cast. Because of this, reality bends to the will of those casting magic." Ion then folded and turned the cloth square. Odin stared blankly at Ion.
"I did not understand a single thing." Ion then frowned, and stared at the table.
"I supposed it is easier to show then explain. Basically because Demon Realms are places that turn those in them to the Demon lords will, and often require breaking the laws of reality to become the nigh unconquerable mini-dimensions they are, getting into the afterlife should be easier in one then outside."
"That would mean launching a mass assault on a Demon Realm that is weak enough to be taken. Where would we find such a place?" Ion smirked.
"I actually have two places in mind. Singah Village in Zipangu, and a certain lost city that is still rather weaken considerably." he replied smugly, as he showed Odin Lescatie, which was still cleaning up from the now suppressed riots that occurred when Ion slew Aries and reversed her enchantment on Humanity.
"Hmph. I see..." Odin said. Any particular ideas on how to siege a city?" Odin asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do have a plan." Ion replied.
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Kiraak Avolna
As Karcist Voltor and his Halkost eagle Grin-soko inspected the Unbreathing One, and also the additional copies made of it after he was finally done, one of his assistant priests barged into the room.
"My lord, a sign from has been sent by Ion and Sky God Odin! You must see it now!" she yelled, before rushing out the door she rammed through. Voltor followed, along with his concubines who were there as well. When he got to the hall, several others had passed by, stopping to bow and show respect to him of course.
When he ran out of the Kiraak, the entire area was covered in shadow, and when he looked up, storm clouds covered the sky to such a degree, the sun was blocked out. Lighting played out between the clouds, bolts of wrath filled light that danced through their darken stage, and thus illuminating the entire area. Flashes of the horde below covered his vision, and mighty booming sounds accompanied the lighting, their thunder almost deafening to the ears. As a heavy rainfall like what covered Royal Makais' rubble fell, the Sarkics could feel the difference. Each droplet of water, was propelled by downward winds, so instead of a light pattering feeling when it touched the skin, it was more like having a never ending volley of liquid pebbles striking you. Voltor turned to his warband, and they him, knowing this was a sign.
"We march to a feast!" he yelled over the thunder and rain. "WE MARCH TO LESCATIE, AND WE WILL FEAST!" With that, a thousand voices cried out, as bloodshed and rage fueled their lust for battle, and their hunger.
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Lescatie
Wilmaria was sitting down on the steps to the castle, and watched the rainfall. She had woken up when a lighting bolt sound just outside the window of the room she and her beloved Garth were sleeping in. The bang sounded loudly enough the whole castle was awoken, and when the rain fell, many of the Mamono outside were driven indoors, due to the sheer shock and pain they were feeling.
What the hell has gotten into Odin? She has practically become more wrathful then the records and scriptures say she was like in the days of the Cycles... Wilmaria thought. A maid was sweeping up glass, avoiding the part of the floor that the rain pelted the stone. Reports had been heard about the rain hitting the windows with such force that it cracked and eventually shattered the ones being directly struck. She then stood up, and prepared to sharpen her sword. She had a premonition she was going to need it, and the Royal Makai Army had similar feelings as well, which is why she walked out.
"Wait!" She stepped back inside, and turned as Garth ran up to her. "You forgot this." Wilmaria as he put his hands around her waist, then kissed him.
"Remember to watch over Merse, ok?" she said, before walking out into the rain...