Chapter 32: Banquet of Twilight

There was no calm. No pause. A terrible storm had begun to rage out of control...And Dracula, was the sole target of its wrath.

The swirling mass of darkness that was once Joe Dark rammed forthright into the Lord of Monsters and a shockwave burst out of him on impact, shattering a hefty chunk of the mountain behind him.

"RAHHH! RAHHHH!" He was reduced to screaming, worse than any Whiter, past or present, had ever seen him get to.

By contrast, Dracula was happier than ever. His eyes were lighting up like a child in the candy store, and he thrust his hands down to grapple the storm's head with immense vigor.

Thus, he also freed Lunis from his grasp. But even with how angry she was, her expression was left frazzled by how much her fury paled in comparison to the darkness.

Dracula was forced into the already breaking mountain, and darkness seethed through the cracks, exploding chunks of rocks into the sky with geysers.

The Lord of Monsters twisted his head and planted his palms firmly before his assailant's head. His skin peeling away and reforming moment he resisted.

"If you are paying me tribute...then on your knees." A visceral crack ripped out of his palms and Joe Dark was carried to the ground on a vein-y cylinder torn open in the atmosphere, which then began to bleed some form of silvery, static goop.

Joe Dark immediately hauled ass back at Dracula and shoved his fist through his chest, hollowing it out. The beast lurched with a gasp, and then began to chuckle deeply.

"That's it more...! I demand MORE!" His enthusiasm finally came to the forefront with a bellowing echo, and the moment after he grabbed Joe Dark by the head and dove down to slam his face into the hard stone.

But his prey's darkness erupted, cushioning the blow, and shoving the gluttonous beast back into the air. The darkness then collapsed, draining the light along with it to create this oppressive black bubble. It burst forth, carrying with it the power to blot out the light of the moon forever.

Dracula crushed his fingers around the bubble and was forced hundreds of feet into the air, his elbow snapping in two. But the bubble shrunk down, absorbed into his skin, and thus his wounds became nothing more than a forgotten memory.

The darkness seeped off him like a bog mist, and was particularly thick coming out of his mouth. He slowly lowered his hand down, and smashed Joe Dark's body further into the ground with a meager show of power.

He then found a sickle sticking out through his chest and grinned. He spun right around and grabbed Lunis by her face, leaving the fury in her eyes piercing him between his fingers.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten you...But be patient, you will make a fine dessert...!" He jerked right back around and threw her straight into Joe Dark as he stood.

He didn't flinch, and in fact threw her aside into another mountain as he went charging up after his target. Dracula swept aside his cloak and dashed away without appearing to move. Strands of blood whipped out from his palm and strangled Joe Dark around the neck.

He was pulled closer, and glued to the beast's palm. The blood spread to cover his mouth, but that didn't stop the violent screams.

Joe Dark grabbed onto his wrist and tore the whole arm right off, then clubbed its owner across the face while blood spewed from the socket.

He kept beating away at the beast's skin until the muscle was torn off and the bone beneath broke away. Dracula's arm regrew, first from bone, then from flesh, and right as the fingers stitched together sinew and muscle he plunged his tips into his assailant's chest.

"Hmm...!" He chuckled, an ill omen before the fatal blow to be delivered upon his prey's flesh. Two blistering fast beams of blood punctured out of Joe Dark's back.

The air shook, as he returned the favor by blasting Dracula's chest clean off. The beast's arms and head floated there, his face lit with a smile.

Hollowed bones filled the space between them, and he threw his hands onto Joe Dark's skull. He swung him up high and then dove towards the ground, igniting the air around him before impact.

His skin was regrowing as he started slashing away at Joe Dark's face with his pale claws, stripping him down to his veins, and feasting on the blood that spewed forth.

When Joe Dark attempted to rise, Dracula smashed him down with an open palm and cracked the back of his skull. Saliva oozed from his lips, and there was no shine in his eyes.

"More...! MORE...!"

"You hungry?" A heroic sound interrupted this feral battle, and as Dracula rose his head to greet it, Mew's foot was shoved an inch into his face.

"Then eat this!" Mew snapped his foot away, hurtling the beast through a quarter mile of stone, where he climbed the mountain when he ran out of ground. And on final impact, a blast went off, throwing boulders down like rain.

Mew, now in Dark Form, landed beside his brother and shook his foot around, "Whew...he's pretty sturdy for a bag of bones..."

He turned back and extended his hand down, "Here, let me-"

Joe Dark rose, grabbed Mew by the face, and shoved him down right with an inhuman growl of, "Out of my way...!"

He then launched forward like a missile and smashed Dracula further into the mountain, where an explosion of darkness atomized his immediate surroundings.

Mew hopped back up with a frown and unusually narrow gaze, "He's lost control of himself...This is bad."

Joe Dark's scream was followed by the rest of the mountaintop being obliterated by darkness, the chunks hurtling in multiple directions.

"REALLY bad...!" Mew hastily thrust his hands out and opened multiple dark rifts to catch the rocks, then curled his fists down by his hips, "If I don't get a handle on this soon he'll drag innocent lives into this!"

He sprung forth towards the carnage and saw Joe Dark wailing on Dracula's body. But the pressure of a 100 ton hydraulic press imbued into every blow felt like a foot to the beast, who rose to carry the Dark King standing on his chest.

Joe Dark slid off and continued to throw punches as if the beast wasn't now towering over him. Dracula put a finger to his forehead, and gave him a "gentle" flick. He was knocked off his feet and spiraled through the air through the mountain behind Mew.

Mew grimaced, then grit his teeth and charged at Dracula. He threw a right hook at the beast's face and he stood his ground, causing only his head to budge an inch.

His hungered eyes turned on him, and began to narrow. He looked...disappointed.

"You...are not angry? Or scared?" He murmured.

Mew snickered and flexed his knuckles deeper into the beast's maimed skin, "Heh, ain't got time for that! You threatened my home and hurt my brother, I'm taking you down!"

Dracula extended his hand before Mew's face and blood began to seep from the palm, "I shall show you what true fear is."

Mew's eyes widened with intensity and he laughed in his face, "Well I'm not squeamish around blood, if that's what you're thinking!"

Mew dashed to the right as the blood blast fractured the ground where he stood. He then clobbered Dracula's chin with a rising uppercut, and smashed both his fists down atop his head.

The ground cracked at his feet, growing thicker and wider as he levitated and began striking with a flurry of blows. He was smiling up until his head started pushing against his neck. That was when a frown started to form.

Dracula thrust his hand up and summoned a dome of blood from the palm, but Mew bounced back and did a couple flips on the ground. He then swiped a hand below his chin and chuckled.

"Now you're on the defensive? What, did I figure out your weakness already, bloodsucker?"

Dracula creaked his head back and the rest of his body began to turn. As his hands went up, a crimson streak suddenly dropped from behind, and bright slashes cleaved down his shoulders.

The Lord of Monsters flinched, only for his smile to return more powerful than one could possibly imagine. His right arm was thrown back attached to his body by strings of viscera and clawed Lunis across her gut.

She whipped her sickles around, carving up more of Dracula's body. But the wounds didn't exist in the aftermath. He was healing too fast.

Mew extended his darkness out to grab Dracula by the head and throw him back. He then looked at Lunis. Her usual beauty had been erased and replaced with animalistic fury, and it was a little sad to see.

She only had eyes of hatred locked on her vampiric prey. And she was off after him without a word of thanks towards Mew.

She leaped and then fell as a slicing spiral. Dracula raised both hands towards her and repelled her with a shrieking shockwave that made the air bleed, and pelted her all over with the droplets.

Dracula swung behind her and delivered a painful looking blow to her backside, and Mew could hear the crack of her spine from afar. Though she was sent to the ground, she turned and landed on her feet. But when she started to rise the pain in her back dropped her down flat, and she let out a ragged gasp.

Dracula prepared another attack in his palm and fired it without a shred of mercy. Mew leaped in and roundhouse kicked the projectile. The energy warped around his foot for a few seconds before launching back into its owner's gut...where it was quickly sucked back into his skin.

"You're a pest..." He dully remarked.

"I get that a lot." Mew said with a smarmy shrug.

He then felt a disastrous surge of power coming from behind and looked to see Joe Dark charging up an attack. He held a growing void between his outstretched arms and red lightning ripped through the ground and sky around him. Light was being consumed, until he could not longer be seen.

That attack was going to be BIG. Lunis was in danger. Hell, the entire planet might very well be too! While Dracula's eyes were bulging out of their sockets, Mew's were doing so more out of panic than anything else.

He quickly dove down and tackled Lunis out of the way to the right. But it was too late to do any more. Joe Dark's scream ripped his throat apart as a black beam, blacker than the blackest part of space, shattered through the atmosphere and wiped out anything that stood in its path.

All that is, except for the one he wanted dead. He, of everlasting Twilight, delighted in extending his hand towards the embodiment of his prey's fury and watching as the energy collapsed all but around him. He feasted like never before and his saliva spewed forth like a frothing waterfall.

Mew hated rooting for Dracula to win out but there's no way in hell he'd be able to repair the whole planet if he didn't. The mountains behind the beast were pulling back and crumbling to dust. The wave of destruction would eventually reach the roads, and civilization itself.

The darkness began to collapse towards Dracula's palm, as he swallowed it whole, leaving the whole beam thinner than a silk strand by the time he had his fill.

His muscles throbbed beneath his graceful cloak, and a dark fog poured out from his entire body to create a massive cloud at his back.

"Aaaahhh...I have never felt so full..." His eyes were pure white with ecstasy, and he hung over with his hands clawing at the air, "But I want more...!"

Joe Dark flung straight at him and battered his fists into the monster's open palm. His screams were now punctuated with a sobbing sound.

Dracula enjoyed toying with him. He let a couple punches hit his face, just to remind the boy of how futile it all was. And when he retaliated, it was like a father swatting a disobedient child. Rough, infantile, but ultimately a casual act of discord.

Joe Dark was unrelenting. He had become darkness itself. There was only a flicker of humanity in his eyes, and his face. Every scream henceforth hollowed out more of his soul, so that anger could take root and keep him moving onward.

He was dying to that which he hated most, and for a rare moment, Mew clutched his fists in an expression of doubt.

"I have to stop him, but how?!" He grit his teeth, trying not to cave in to fear. Yet, his brother was not the only one losing themselves to anger.

Lunis took a stand of defiance against her body's pain and pulled her sickles from the ground, ready to strike again. The moment her feet left the ground, Mew jolted back and forced his arms against her stomach to barricade her off.

"W-Will one of you just calm down already?!" He said, venting his frustrations.

Lunis pushed onward against his arms and swung her weapons at the Lord of Monsters, "Let me GO! I'll kill him...I must kill him!"

Mew put himself directly in her line of sight with a firm glare and then bonked her one on the head. Lightly, of course.

"Stop and look at yourself Lunis!" Mew cautiously backed away and swung his arms down her body, to which she paused and looked down, "I've seen wounded foxes that look better than you do right now."

Her eyes widened briefly but she then grit her teeth and howled, "I don't care! He must pay for what he did to my brother!"

She pushed forward but Mew forced his hands under her armpits like handling a pair of bull horns and dug his heels in, gritting his teeth.

"And that's worth...nnngh...dying for?!"

"You don't know what its like!" She hollered blindly in turn.

Mew rolled his eyes and muttered dryly, "Oh yeah, I don't."

She shoved him back and Mew held on tighter, then faced her square in the eyes to say, "Your brother's still alive isn't he?!"

Her silence was rather telling.

"Well he sure as hell won't be if you keep this up!" He was fully expecting her to just cut him at that point. But instead her eyes regained some of their luster, and her mouth began to turn agape.

"We're the last line of defense between this fanged bastard and our home. But we're never going to beat him if we give in to our anger and fear."

Mew slowly pulled away and put his hands onto her shoulders, giving her a soft look in the eyes, "So whaddya say? How about we make this guy pay with the power of teamwork?"

Lunis looked down at herself again, and for a good while, remained like that. Then she sprung up, like a jolt had gone through her body, "W-What happened to me...?!"

"She only now noticed?" Mew's eyelids sagged a bit but a sigh of relief followed. He turned around, wagging his hand around in the air, "Don't panic, something similar happened to your brother when we fought."

He laid his hand upright and chuckled, "Though he was more...scaly than furry."

He glanced over his shoulder and saw Lunis bringing her tails to her front to stroke them, "...You really didn't know about this?"

She gave a clear answer with a shake of the head and Mew shrugged in turn, "Well don't worry, its not permanent. Though if it was who knows, maybe Riku's into that."

He glanced aside and mumbled under his breath, "God I hope not."

Lunis fluttered her eyelashes a few times and then pulled the tails back, hunched down in a battle pose while her voice regained its more gentle tone, "Thank you for the pep talk Mew. I see where Riku gets it from now."

Mew rubbed the back of his head and quietly whistled to himself, "Yeeeeeah well...I might have been winging that speech."

He could feel her stare down his back and quickly hunched down in a battle pose himself, "A-Anyways! Now for Joe..."

Dracula and Joe Dark were tearing at each other like two beasts fighting over food. But Joe Dark's strikes looked like weak flailing in comparison to the brutal blows the Lord of Monsters delivered unto his bone.

Mew winced as he heard Joe Dark's rib cage break, while Lunis commentated on the battle with a hint of fear in her voice, "I-I've never seen such anger before..."

"Yeah, its not looking good..." Mew grit his teeth and clenched his fists, "Pale-skin there seems to feed on negative emotions to keep himself going and Joe's feeding him like an endless buffet."

"Can you calm him down like you did me?" Lunis inquired.

"Probably..." Mew said with an antsy click of his tongue, "But I'm going to need you to distract the big man while I get him out of the way."

"Can do!" Lunis leaped straight towards the carnal fist fight and gave Mew a few extra seconds to work something out.

To her fortune, Dracula and Joe Dark had split off from another after a particularly mighty clash of blows. Dracula was fuming with darkness, leaving only his face visible.

Lunis flew in and slashed the beast across his chest with both sickles, dragging some of that darkness out. She then flipped around and tossed one of the sickles, enveloped with silver frost, into the wound.

Dracula turned an eye upon her and gripped the sickle, freezing his hand over. He raised his brows, but nevertheless ripped the sickle out, shattering his hand in the process.

"You have returned," He murmured, "But...something's different."

Lunis called her sickle back and crossed them both below her face. Her eyes had a fire, but they burned with determination, "I wasn't myself before. But now? I'm completely focused on taking you down!"

She dove at him with the sickles aimed for his neck. He held his hand up and blocked them at the center. Then two of her copies appeared and cut them down his chest while she backed away. The force of their swings took him towards the ground.

Lunis finished the job by delivering a firm kick to his head with her right leg. He landed with a thunderous impact and grunted in pain. He then opened his mouth with a thick gasp of bloody air.

Lunis dropped to the ground and used her speed to dance around him and slice him up. He fought back with brutal swings of his arms and the occasional blood blast. She took some close hits but kept on trucking...Unaware that Joe Dark was aiming a powerful blast of darkness at the both of them.

The second he fired Mew grabbed his hand and forced it up, sending the darkness hurtling harmlessly into space.

"Joe, calm down and listen to me!"

"Move aside." He replied in a raspy voice, before crunching his hand around Mew's shoulder and shoving him into the ground.

"...Ow." Mew muttered.

He then quickly extended an arm to Joe's shoulder and pulled himself up behind him, where that hand remained rested.

"I'm not your enemy. Its fine, just chill and-"

Joe Dark swung his arm back and if Mew hadn't duck he wouldn't have his head anymore. Joe Dark then turned around, bearing his feral scowl, and started swinging wildly at Mew's body.

Mew could dodge them but just being glanced by his fists was winding him. Mew finally decided to catch one of his fists in both hands and hold on tight.

His palms were shoved into his gut, and Joe Dark kept trying to knock his head off.

"LET. GO. OF. MEEEE!" He shrieked, amidst bitter tears.

"He must have really cared about that girl..." Mew looked into his brother's eyes with a frown as best he could. Anger, fear, sorrow...All wrapped in a package and tied in a knot of helplessness. That's what he saw.

"...No, that's not what this is all about."

Mew paused for a second to catch his breath, then shoved his brother's fist away to put some distance between them. Yet he came charging in, taking a blind swing at his body that he easily stepped away from.

"I'm not going to let you go. Not like this." Mew said in a stern voice.

Joe Dark lashed his arms down and his jaw looked like it was splitting off, "WILL KILL! I WILL! I KILL!"

"Listen to yourself! Is your humanity the price you're willing to pay for revenge?!"

"KILL...KILL...! I...NEED...TO...!" Joe Dark charged at Mew and he sidestepped out of the way.

"You idiot, your anger is the only reason he's not dead right now!"

"GRAHHH!" Joe Dark fired back a massive blast of darkness that Mew cupped around his fingers. It burned, a power beyond darkness lied within: Rage, in its primal form.

Mew clutched his fingertips in deep and began taking this dark power into his body. His arm erupted with a burning pain and his skin peeled off, steam rising off the flesh.

"GHHH...!" He didn't let the pain show, even as it was sending his nerves into overdrive. When the dark power was consumed, he grabbed his elbow and dropped his arms down, gasping for air.

Joe Dark was seconds from being fully consumed by his wrath. Only his eyes shone through the darkness, and his voice was unintelligible.

"DOESN'T...MATTER...NO...WORTH...NO...WORTH...!"

"Is that how you really feel...?" Mew grit his teeth and flared his eyes wide-open, "Fine. Then hit me."

For the first time in minutes, the raging darkness paused, and his heavy breathing stilled.

"Did I stutter? I said 'HIT ME'!" Mew swung his head up and declared, "Take all your pent up anger, frustration, fear, and doubt and let me have it! I can handle it!"

"But once you've cleared your head you better take Dracula down, or you sure as heck ain't getting breakfast in the morning!"

Mew stiffened up and stared his brother in the eyes, unable to read what he was thinking, if anything at all. Then came the crunch of bones, as he wound up his right fist beside his head.

He then charged forth with one rupturing scream and Mew's heart remained firm against all odds. Joe Dark's punch came. A shockwave ripped its way through miles of land, uprooting trees and severing solid stone from the land.

But his punch never landed.

The knuckles brushed against Mew's face, the color drained from his face and eyes. The darkness surrounding his brother broke off, leaving a trembling, frightened soul in its place.

Joe Dark opened his hand, and brushed his fingers down Mew's face until he had the hand on his shoulder.

"You're stupid...you're so incredibly, unbelievably stupid...!" He whimpered, "She's dead...she's dead because of me...!"

He raised his head and looked at Mew with his soft, dripping eyes, "I bring death wherever I go...! A-And you...want to save me?!"

Mew smiled and tapped his fist on his chest a couple times, "Heh, in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty sturdy."

"...Also," Mew lightly slapped Joe across the face with his damaged hand, taking that moment to point down at Dracula, "HE killed her."

Joe Dark turned and faced the Lord of Monsters, who was currently bashing Lunis' whole body into the ground and making a moat with it.

"So you want payback? Fine, I'm game for that," Mew patted him firmly on the shoulder and he flinched upon looking at his smiling face, "But maybe dial it back a bit on the anger this time?"

Joe Dark looked away, stared down at his right hand, and squeezed the tears on his palm into his fist. He then fully turned away and did a terrible job hiding that he was wiping his face dry.

With a wet sniffle he laid his arm limp by his hip. Mew could see some tears still trying to ride the way down his cheeks.

"Fine...I guess I'll do it your way for once," He said with his usual gruffness while looking over his shoulder, "We'll show him our teamwork, and avenge the lives he's taken!"

"Yeah!" Mew firmly nodded.

Joe Dark turned aside and after a brief pause, extended his hand out to grab Mew's damaged hand. He gripped it firmly and fed his own darkness into it. Pain sifted through Mew's teeth as the darkness was forced into his body, helping to mend his skin.

Joe Dark tried to smile. A brief, and fleeting moment, before Dracula rose to cast his shadow over them both.

"There you are..." He murmured with a hungered snarl.

"...That's right." Joe Dark closed his eyes, and summoned his sword backhanded into Dracula's gut. He then spun around and thrust his darkness filled palm into the beast's face, his eyes open with a newly born fire.

"Here I am...!" One blast of darkness ripped half the beast's face clean off and sent him into the ground.

Dracula's arms limped and blood dripped from his wound. He slowly raised his head with a vacant look in his eyes and muttered, "What...is this...?"

Mew clobbered his head into the hilt of his brother's blade and exclaimed, "This is teamwork, you son of a bitch!"

Dracula quickly rose to grab him by the neck and dig his fingertips into the skin, "Worthless...as is your existe-"

Joe Dark dove down, grabbed the blade, and sliced through the beast's right hip. Mew freed himself and kneed Dracula in his grimy nose.

Joe Dark pulled back and sliced through both the beast's knees, allowing Mew to topple him down with two hard punches to the chest.

Dracula's feet were dragged along towards him on strands of blood, stitching back together in seconds. He floated upright and swung a wall of blood up with a flick of the wrist, stopping Mew's follow-up punch.

"Weak...!" He dismissed his foe with a flurry of bloody needles off the wall, ripping into Mew's skin. The darkness helped protect him, giving Joe Dark the time needed to run behind and cut Dracula up his spine.

The beast grunted and turned around, failing to snag his prey by the face. Joe Dark spun right around, slicing Dracula's hand off in the process.

The beast turned the blood that spewed forth into a sharp lance and drove it towards Joe Dark's back. Lunis stepped between them and wrapped her tails around his arm to hold it in place, while using her sickles from behind to slice through the beast's neck.

Dracula started gurgling up blood as he staggered back. The darkness was drying up from his skin, and his eyes regained their normal appearance.

"Your attacks...lack hatred...!" He growled in a feverish manner.

He pulled his arm free and threw his hands up, just to find Mew grappling onto his wrists and ramming his feet into his back. He then launched the two of them off the ground and spun around, pushing the Lord of Monsters downward for the perfect body slam.

Mew then bounded away and gave the beast a cheeky grin, "What's wrong? Is three-on-one too much for your stomach to handle?"

Dracula quickly rose to his feet and appeared before Mew in the blink of an eye, "Hardly."

Joe Dark and Lunis tag-teamed the beast on both sides but he reached out, grabbed their heads, and attempted to sandwich Mew between them.

Mew elbowed them hard in the gut to free them while backing away. Dracula was left performing an empty clap.

Joe Dark rubbed his gut and then ran at Dracula, stabbing him through the chest. The beast grabbed him by the skull and hoisted him up, his expression beginning to look a little more feral.

"Where is it...? Where is your rage...?!"

"In a place you can never reach, monster!" Joe Dark kicked the hilt of his blade, plunging it deeper in, forcing Dracula to let him go.

He then grabbed the hilt and slashed down to his waist, and swung back and forth through his legs multiple times. He pulled away as Dracula swung at him, making his upper body collapse upon the ground.

Mew ran up and punted the beast in the head, where Lunis then leaped up and sliced him apart with a dance from her sickles.

Even with his multitude of body parts strewn upon the ground, he pulled himself together in seconds and rose upright. He huffed heavily, vapor spewing from his mouth as a thick fog.

The trio stood together and raised their weapons at him, with Mew proclaiming, "We got him on the ropes!"

"Hungry...soooo...hungry...!" The beast's body became riddled in shivers. His skin writhed, the veins visibly moving underneath. He wobbled forward with one ground-breaking step and thrust his head up. His eyes were a ghastly white, and his voice began to hollow out with an echo.

"Feeeeed me...MOOOOOORE...!"

"You're not getting another nibble outta us!" Mew stood up and thrust a pointer finger at the beast, "Its over!"

"Over...?" His jaw dropped a foot free from his mouth and laughter forced its way out, "Over...over...?! Can't be...can't be over...! I haven't eaten enough...I haven't consumed enough...! Anger, fear, hatred, death, destruction...! I must eat it all!"

"Consume...CONSUME!" Dracula threw his head and arms back and his body hovered off the ground, carried by a pillar of red-white energy that erupted beneath, "COOOOOONSUUUUUUUMEEEEEEE!"

The trio braced themselves as raw power surged through the light, and sent a tremor through the mountains. For thirty seconds, they wondered what was coming. But when the light faded, there was nothing in its place.

Mew fluttered his eyelids and muttered, "Was that it?"

"N-No...!" Lunis shivered, her skin turning paler than her hair.

A towering force crashed into the ground before them, knocking them off their feet and bringing a terrible earthquake upon the atmosphere.

Mew raised his head slightly and saw that they were between a pair of long, lanky, discolored fingers, each at least a hundred feet long. They ripped apart the ground in retreat with the help of their mangled, orange claws.

The five-fingered hand was one of two, attached to a thousand foot titan whose upper body was wide like a cobra with its sides extended. Faceless, it still felt like it was looking upon the trio, nay, the world, with an insatiable hunger.

Its wings spread from its back, filled to the brim with horned teeth, while a long, serpentine tail swept the mountains below it clean off the surface. From one palm to another, bridged across its wide chest, the skin began to split open and reveal a black void and thousands of bloody teeth filled with acidic saliva.

"I am he who feasts...Unable to be satisfied by your morsel worlds...! My gullet stretches to eternity, so that even the heavens may be devoured in service of His will! At His behest, my name shall shake your very soul...! I AM...!"

BA'AL ZEBUL, LEVIATHAN OF THE GLUTTONOUS VOID

Mew and his friends were trembling head-to-toe. And right now all he could do was bite his lower lip and grumble, "Boy do I wish Riku was here right now...!"

Next Time: Devouring Twilight