Prologue: The reborn of a star.
When stars die, they return to stardust and scatter across the cosmos.
Eventually, that stardust reforms to create a new star… And so the cycle of life continues.
But the cycle never repeats itself in quite the same way…
So… you'll see.
- Rosalina. Guardian of the baby stars.
- That fateful day -
Dark and ominous hurricane blowing fiercely in the background, drowning out any noise in the world, for anyone, the situation may seem grim and hopeless, however, for one particularly positive attitude, it means a perfect stage for a final showdown.
It was a long and hard battle, the fate of the world was at stake, should the light lose, the darkness will swallow everything; should the dark lose, the light will return everything to order.
And the fate of the world was decided.
"GAAAAAAHHH HA HA HA!" A loud, gruff, but booming voice triumphantly laughed.
Standing tall and proud in 8'7ft glory. It was a creature like no other, giant body frame, a huge, burly, green turtle-like shell with many white spikes on the back; with a fantasy-dragon-like head holding up; green scaly face, with a pink muzzle of a beast containing shark-like teeth; bushy eyebrows and lone lion-like mane fittingly bright with fiery red-orange that of a burning flame; fierce bright red eyes of a tiger; two ox-like curvy horns spouted both sides of the head; with an alligator-like body covered with yellow thick scales, strong muscular arms, hands, and feet with sharp white claws, a turtle-like plastron plate belly, and a short tail with two spikes sprouted at the end; it wears several black bands spiked collars on both wrists, arms, and neck.
Powerful, menacingly, and intimidating, this creature was none other than Bowser Koopa, the "Great Demon King Koopa" or "Great Sorcerer King Koopa" whichever you prefer.
And right now he is facing perhaps one of his second greatest adversaries, a dark doppelganger counterpart that stole his look, his power, as well as his title as the evilest being in the world.
Correct, the enemy we are referring to is none other than Dark Bowser, a Bowser but with color swapping to deep blue and black scheme, blood-red evil eyes with no pupil nor brows, upward spike mohawk instead of a smooth fire-like mane. This was a being that was once known as Dark Star, a dark entity with an unknown origin, a being that sought on the path of swallowing the entire world into darkness. A powerful being, so powerful that even the old god-like entities known as Star Spirits can't put an end to its vile atrocity. In ancient times, the Star Spirits can only put the Dark Star into a long slumber, hoping that its sleep stays forever undisturbed, so no one will have to ever deal with it, hopefully stopping the clashes and vicious cycle from continuing.
But fate has a different idea.
playing music: Mario Luigi Parents in Time ost - Shroobs!
To understand the origin of the Dark Star, we must understand the story behind its origin.
The world we lived in isn't as white or black as most would think, while Power Star and Ztar made a perfect example of light and darkness counterparts, in the end, both are the two sides of the same coin, both are the vessel that contains the wish of the world, both can not exist without others.
Both were stars that contain tremendous power beyond one's wildest imagination, both resonate and respond with the universe itself, that much is undeniable. That was... until the stars gain their very own consciousness.
During the dawn of birth, light and darkness have come to, and the goodwill of the universe gave birth to the Seven Star Spirits, while the badwill gave birth to the likes of the Dark Star. Each side harbors the absolute will of good and bad, and the consciousness that will carry their purpose.
To spread prosperity to the world. / To spread destruction to the world.
As both came to exist, so did their never-ending cycle of clashes that will continuously last till the end of time.
The dark entity's sleep was rudely disturbed, by a high-pitch laughing and gawking, awakened it back to the world it once sought to destroy, despite not going the way it anticipated, a lowly greenish lifeform though it could hold on to the power of pure darkness, grasp it in the palm, playing with it, fiddling it like a stick. How utterly foolish. The being soon meets its demise by losing itself in the endless void. Forever lost with its madness.
With the little hiccup dealt with, and thus, the set goal of spreading death and destruction was continued once the vile being fully awakened and become whole.
However, the dark being soon finds something standing in its way.
An ever-familiar present once again stood in front of it… no, four familiar presents.
With one behind it, her power drained as the fuel to contribute to its awakening.
It's quite… amusing so to describe, the eternal enemy of it was the reason why it's awakened fasten. Despite being the polar opposite, both at the core are the power of the stars.
The dogs of those self declare sacred beings, they show up again and again whenever their kin try to consume the world.
Eons ago they battled, eons later they still battled, but in a different body each time. They never remember it, but Dark Star remembers them.
Always, as always, Courage, Bravery, Wisdom, Power, Perseverance, Devotion, and Loyalty. They may not appear together at the same time in each encounter, but every time a certain two will always show up. Courage and Power, these two always were there to stop it.
However, they actually take it by surprise in this encounter, after trading blows, Dark Star confirms the beast that dares to stand in front of it was without a doubt, the current host of Power. With hosts of Courage and Bravery inside of its body somehow?
This pointless world is getting weird and weirder with each resurrection. Regardless...
But no matter when and where, if they encounter, they fight.
So fight they did.
The Seven Star Children.
The Seven Star Spirits, while powerful, aren't as invincible as many would believe, they aren't absolute, there may be instant where their power may be rendered useless against unknown terror from the beyond, and other than guarding the world, they have duties to keeping to order of the world, their hands full.
In order to counter the ever-threatening danger existence like the Dark Star possessed, and made sure they are prepared, the Seven Star Spirits construct their final defense, while not perfect, it was the least they could do to make sure the universe will be in balance forever, that no side will topple others and tip the balance.
And thus, the Seven Star Children came to be, each harbors a gift from their respective Seven Star Spirits.
The First Star Spirits, Eldstar, give Courage as a gift, allowing the blessed child to have the will to overcome any challenge.
The Second Star Spirits, Mamar, give Perseverance as a gift, allowing the blessed child to have the mind to preserve through any hardship.
The Third Star Spirits, Skolar, give Devotion as a gift, allowing the blessed child to treat those that he cared about deeply and set their mind firmly on their goal.
The Fourth Star Spirits, Muskular, give Power as a gift, allowing the blessed child to fight for and protect those who he cared about.
The Fifth Star Spirits, Misstar, give Bravery as a gift, allowing the blessed child to have the will to face their deepest fear, if not for themselves, then for those they cared about.
The Sixth Star Spirits, Klevar, give Wisdom as a gift, allowing the blessed child to be a great and fair judgment to those around them.
The Seventh Star Spirits, Kalmar, give Loyalty as a gift, allowing the blessed child to stay by the side of those they care for and trust with.
These gifts aren't just a blessing of a simple ability, these blessings come with a tremendous power that could easily rival the Star Spirits themselves, and for every 100 years, these gifts will randomly choose 7 babies candidate best match with their attributes over the world, and they will become the destiny guardian of their generation, their life tied together by this invisible bond, together, each generation's hero will protect the world from all sort of danger, together or individually.
But, to prevent these power to be used for any ill intention by any ill-minds, the power that comes with them will slowly fade away as the chosen babies gown up, and these blessing gifts from the Star Spirits will not be passing down through blood, instead, as their holder passing away, these power will return to the Star Heaven, and descend down to the world like a shooting star over again, once again choosing their candidate randomly, generation through generation.
A terrible pain rushes through their body, as if their heart exploded, which, is precisely what has transpired at the moment.
And now the Dark Star finds itself in agony, its core, the root of its physical presence, was destroyed once again. By the two lapdogs of the star inside Power's body.
With the power source removed, the body known as Dark Bowser can not stay intact anymore, it feels like its body is breaking apart, tearing, melting, and dissolving.
Holding its head in pain, head looking up into the sky, Dark Bowser's eyes shot wide open, and a horrible sound of screech composed of mixed agony and cry no creature ever heard of left its throat. Dark energy escaping its body, black orbs containing dark energies with purple mist emitting fastly like a losing dam, the cold brooding deep blue of its body flashing in a static-like manner with faint pink and red light like a warning siren.
Everything was falling apart.
It took every power Dark Bowser could summon just to keep what's left of the body to stay intact, but even then, the result of this battle was by definition... decided.
"What's wrong with you? Your color is... weird!" Across the dark entity, the current Power mocked, as brash as always.
Bowser smirked at the miserable state of Dark Bowser, completely unaware, and uncared of the thoughts that lie behind the century-old beings. "Well, whatever, I'll still win this fight, no prob!"
"And for the final, one KO PUNCH!" The king of the Koopa eagerly announced.
Walking up right in front of a powerless Dark Bowser, the holder of Power slowly draws his right fist back, the fist's routine set deadly on track. His left foot soon stayed airborne, with a bulky frame as such, the owner of the body displayed a level of perfectly balanced punch stance, an impressive feat that very few could achieve.
"HERE I GO!" Burning red stars-like energy bits gathered around the concentrating fist of the unstoppable beast, slowly making the fist flash with white light. The gathering energy covered the arm with a fiercely red hue.
With a mighty roar, Bowser shot out a fast and powerful punch right on Dark Bowser's face, creating a powerful shockwave, effectively knocking the dark doppelganger several feet back, and breaking the falling apart form further.
Raising up the opposite fist, Bowser repeats the move again, this time aiming at the chest of Dark Bowser. The force behind the punch powerful than the previous one.
Another punch, aiming at the face again. The power of Bowser's punch seems to only increase.
And another one, aiming at the lower belly. Each punch caused Dark Bowser to lose more grasp of the power it had left.
Bowser raised his fist once more, but this time he drew his arms all the way back as he could, hot steam blew out from his snouts, he once again took on the stance of arching his back up, standing on one foot.
Stars-like energy gathered to his fist again, this time, each burning bright like rainbows, the flows of the very airs, was even affected by the charging up fist, a powerful aura emitting from Bowser's body, making him sparkling.
With one final roar, Bowser shot himself forward, putting everything into this one final strike.
If one were to look at the top of Princess Peach's castle at that moment, one would witness a powerful shockwave burst out from the highest point of the castle.
Bowser's fist digs deeply into Dark Bowser's chest, knocking every single air out of it, with his fist arcing up at the process of the motion, time seems to have slowed down.
Dark Bowser's whole body was held airborne by Bowser's fist, and Bowser himself was moving forward like a blur. It was at this moment, signed Dark Bowser's end.
And with that set in stone, the time resumed.
Dark Bowser flew all the way up in the air, spinning thanks to the physical inertia force behind the punch. The energy carried them to the air, only then for the cold blood, logical gravity to drag the big and heavy frame back down to earth.
And so Dark Bowser lands back on the floor, its body can no longer hold anything together, the dark hurricane created by them slowed down, a deep blue, purple and black aura slowly leaking from the body, and then retracting back, cracks appear on Dark doppelganger's entire body, more and more; pure black light shooting out from the cracks, one by one.
Then...
And every single dark energy burst out from within Dark Bowser's body, followed by black spark-like star energy that immediately went extinguished upon escaping, their cries of agony reach the sky, leaving only its battered, torn, broken, and hollow frame behind.
"ROOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" The booming voice of the Koopa King echoes through the sky of Mushroom Kingdom as Bowser shot his fist towards the heaven, proclaiming the end and victory of this battle.
The Dark Star and Dark Bowser were defeated.
The unforeseen twist
As the matter of fact, something went wrong. In a twisted prank of fate, one blessing gift of the Star Spirits chooses a particular candidate as the host, and that very host...
Is the future king of the Koopa, Bowser, whose destiny is to become evil. And the gift of Power had chosen him as the next host.
It was such a distressful day for the Star Heaven, the unpredicted event threw off everyone like an off-path shooting star heading toward someone on a collision course. But the Seven Star Spirits remains calm, the future Koopa King was still an infant, they would remain vigilant and keep a watchful eye on the Koopa for now.
Despite many's protests, Elderstar believes something good will come out of it. Even if hardship and difficulty were to follow at every corner.
After all, no soul was ever born evil, it was the environment that influences and actions that shaped a person.
And fate itself is an unpredictable force. Not even powerful deities like the Seven Star Spirits have control over it.
But still, twisty as fate can be, Bowser's fate was decided the moment he's chosen by the blessing, that he'll never be able to truly walk down the path of evil, no matter how much he tried. He can be evil, but he'll never be "evil", no matter how much he doesn't want to admit it, the bond the blessing had, tied his life with the rest of his chosen companions, they'll always be there to defend their world from any evil, whether they intended to defend their world or not. The destiny behind their blessing is a force that is absolute.
Yet Bowser would prove himself again and again to the world that he's something to be scared and feared, yet something to be admired and loved.
In a sense and perhaps look from another angle, this blessing can be viewed as a curse, but only time will tell...
The unthinkable happened...
How it has fallen, to come so far, so far… only to lose.
But… it knows, the world can never get rid of it.
As long as light exists, dark will follow.
Today's victory of lights, was just another day's defeat for the dark.
It'll continue to exist within the world, physically or not, and patiently wait for the next chance to arrive.
For now, Dark Star will accept this defeat, and give its formidable enemies their victory and credits.
And it will now take a rest once more.
Until the next time…
Somewhere, in a land of unknown. Death, that's the word to describe this wasteland, the sky was painted red as blood, the land was stained in a blood-red mix with deep purple and black, purple spiky crystal filled with negative energy sprouted everywhere. Creatures made from hatred, blood-lust, and darkness looming among this dreadful land.
Seating in one corner, a brilliant castle carved from one gigantic crystal stood mighty and tall in this wasteland, shrouded in an ominous and menacing aura.
Her pale feature exposed to the very world, the ghastly deathly pallor that resembled death; blood vine underneath the skin lay bare to the surface, adding the ominous feeling to her appearance, the dark-purple color seemingly indicate that even the blood flowing in her body is dead; as if those weren't enough; her soulless pitch black sclerae that harbor a hateful red light that watches judgementally at the meaningless world around her; her long, long bleak white hairs that she had long stopped caring or conservating ever since was donned in a witch-like and monsterish tie that standoffish compared to any hairs, a larger bun with six offshoots wrapped together that also suspends several obsidian-colored ornaments. The elegant short-sleeved black long robe she wears that curveted around her body obscured her feet and partially drags across the ground, it was indeed a mature and beautiful dress, if not for the fact it further emphasized the pale white feature of her appearance.
If you wish to be something, might as well as put in the effort. And her appearance achieves exactly what she was aiming for.
Salem seated on her throne in quite an amusing mood, this long time scheming plan of her's has finally been set in motion, all the years of taking things slowly have finally come to fruition, Cinder is now on her way to Vale for the first phase to bring the Beacon Academy alongside the Kingdom of Vale to ruins, the beetle she bestowed her should take care of the Maiden Power just fine; With the new recruits of Authur Watts, the plans of bringing the system that Ozma helped designed to ruins was pushed forward with easy; the cowardly Lionhearts has been driven to the corner by her manipulation, with his life grasped tightly in her palm, the helpless old man can only clench onto the thin thread she mercifully bestows him as he struggled to stay alive. With the exchange of arranging some "identity" for her subordinates, giving a helping hand in murdering Ozma's little... guardians left and right; If anything, the foolish conflict between Mankind and Faunus only fuels and motivates her lovely creation more; this world is slowly coming to an end.
Yes, for a long time, everything was finally moving smoothly for her, how delightful.
But fate has a different idea in store.
Around one corner of the universe, in the boundless and lifeless pitch-black deep space, an object comes into existence once again, as many small glowing energy balls of deep blue, purple, and black gather together, slowly, but also surely.
As the small bits are gathering, the entity of the unshaped object drifts in the vast emptiness, moving pass a giant sphere after another, its course remains clear away from them, and the time goes on.
Many seconds have passed...
Many Minutes have passed...
Many hours have passed...
Days gone by, and then became weeks, months...
Time becomes lost and pointless.
Eventually...
A deep blue sphere finally took shape, with a black star print on the orb's body.
The object stays lifeless, empty as if it lacks a soul, still drifts aimlessly in the black void that was space.
Then, the object slowly drifts off its path as if something... or rather… some forces... attracts it... calling and pulling it.
With the course hijacked, the object slowly headed toward its new route.
And with that, another period of time has passed, with nothing but eerie silence.
The drifting goes on, and on, and on... until finally, something came into view.
A blue sphere, covered with lands black as charcoal, white as snow, yellow as dune, green as emeralds.
And a Moon broke as a shattered plate; a broken remnant of what was once undivided.
Before long, the violet orb starts descending into a planet like a shooting star.
A black, ominous shooting star that carries a horrible wish.
On the surface of the planet, a loud explosion echoes through the sky, breaking the eerie silence of the wasteland, the dwellers of darkness lift their heads up, staring at the burning bright black object that sores through the sky. Includes one person.
Standing up from her throne, the person made her way to the window frame, curiously looking at the object that invaded her land.
"How… curious." That was all she said as she watched the shooting star descending rapidly toward the horizon.
And before long, in the distance not far from the Evernight Castle, a loud crashing noise was heard and followed by the shake of the land.
As an immortal, Salem had her fair share of knowledge on a lot of things over this never-ending life, rare phenomena like meteors or shooting stars aren't rare to her. But this situation she finds herself in at present wasn't one of them, or rather… this object in front of her.
With the burning smoke filling the sky, locating the whereabouts of this mysterious object isn't hard, with Watts, Tyrian, and Hazel accompanying her, the four now stand at top of the crater, created by the shattering impact of this mysterious... meteor.
In the center of the attention, was a middle-man size orb, colored in deep blue, with a black star print on it.
The Grimms in the nearby area had already gathered toward the object, without Salem ever ordering them to, thus further piquing Salem's curiosity, something must be really special about this object, if the Grimms are drawn toward it like a moth to fire.
One Alpha Beowolf had approached the object, using its long claw to poke the blue sphere.
No reaction, must be some kind of artifact. Salem thought. How peculiar, she thought the Relics are all that the brothers left behind to this damned world, was this object something from much earlier days?
Her theory was immediately proved wrong the next moment.
The orb slowly floats in the air, all Grimms, mortal and immortal had their eyes on the objects. The beast of hatred and darkness took a battle stance, Watts took a step back in case things started to go south, Tyrian drew his weapon out, with Hazel taking a defensive stance and a raw dust crystal in his hand.
Meanwhile, Salem wasn't fazed at all by the development of the event, she just silently observed the object, actually eager to find out what this thing is.
"Grrrrrrrraaah" A Beowolf growls at the object, and then lunges toward the object, attempting to strike it with its claw.
What happened next made every monster and mortal take a step back in surprise.
The Beowolf's arm was halted in mid-air by an invisible force. Confused at the sudden halt of its body, the Beowulf tilted its head in puzzle.
Then in a blink of eyes, the Beowulf dissolved into black mists, and was absorbed by the blue orb.
Shocked by the sudden end of their kin, all Grimm growl at the blue sphere., ready to slaughter this thing into pebbles if needed.
But the orb starts rotating, faster and faster, until the air star gets sucked into it, soon the force escalates, creating a powerful vortex that consumes everything.
The Grimms near the orb immediately become its first wave of victims, some try to run, some try digging their claws into the ground, but they all meet the same demise.
Watts, Hazel, and Tyrian dig their hands on the ground, but were soon proven fruitless, they notice they were airborne and were getting closer and closer to the center of the vortex, they were going to be the food of this object.
If not for three black strings that bound them midair, the three men would meet their end that day.
Looking back toward their mistress, they saw she was just looking at the ordeal with a look of interest, unconcerned, the Grimm Queen never once moved from where she stood even as the chaos going on around her.
The catastrophe goes on for a long 20 seconds, with the three mortals watching the orb devore Grimms like a black hole fearfully, and the immortal watching it with a blank expressionless face.
Slowly, the suction dies down, and the orbs stop spinning, it then goes back into floating in the air, idly.
The mortal gets back on their feet, looking at the object warily, knowing fully well that whatever this thing is, it's not to be underestimated and treated lightly.
As if the very world is going against them, a tremendous amount of black aura-like presence bursts out from the orb, and shoots up toward the sky, like a spear piercing the red sky, creating shock waves in the process, the powerful wind blows pulsing, following with clouds of dust storms up in the air.
Watts, Tyrian, and Hazel shield their face and crouch down to regain their balance, the force was so great, they couldn't even manage to look directly at it.
Salem for the first time, finally had an action, holding up her arm to block the dust stormed up by the wind flow, but still not moving an inch from where she stood.
As the energy burst dies down, 8 black spike tips extend out from the blue body, and start to orbit around like a sun's radiance, then, two blood-red glows that could rival a Grimm's stares appear on the center of the black star.
A soulless, maliceful gaze that pierced through the world hatefully.
Despite not knowing what this thing is, the mortal and immortals are on the same thought line: Whatever this thing is, it's sentient, and it has awakened.
"Your Grace, what shall I handle this rude trespasser?" Tyrian eagerly asks, have his blood pumped up upon witnessing the destructive power this being possessed. Still, not as majestic as her graceful goddess.
"Careful, we do not know what tricks this thing still has in its sleeve." Hazel warned, as he stabbed two fire dust crystals on his shoulders. This thing spells trouble, and he's not keen on taking chances.
"This thing is emitting tremendous power, and it's off the chart, my tablet can't determine its power." Watts says grimly, not liking the odd here, the energy detect device he brought with him has revealed an "error" on the screen, so whatever this thing is, it's way, way more powerful than any Dust he had ever encountered or came across.
Salem eyed the creature curiously, before looking at the two underlings. "Test it, but do not damage it too badly."
With the permission from his goddess, Tyrian rushed forward with a wild and feral grin, circling around the dark sun, and took aim for a test shot.
To their small shock, the bullet did nothing on the dark orb, as a force field blocked the bullet before it could make contact with the body. The bullet stopped completely in place before gravity took over and bring it to the floor.
'So this thing is nothing like Grimm, Dust doesn't hurt it, noted.' Narrowing his eyes, Tyrian immediately goes for a different approach, fastening his footwork.
He rushed behind the thing, and delivered a slash and a dropkick.
To their surprise again, the force field appears again, blocking the scorpion assassin's attack and absorbing the damage.
"Tch" Tyrian cursed with displeasure, this thing is trickier than they thought, they would need something stronger to pierce this shield then.
Fallback in line, this time, Hazel took the approach, already knowing what he must do, forming a fireball in his palms, he hurled the equal-sized fireball at the dark sun.
*Boom!* The thing did not move an inch despite seeing the burning danger coming right toward it, and took the hit head-on, resulting in a huge cloud of smoke.
"Did that work?" Watts asks no one, his hand already reached his revolver, preparing for the worst, nervous and uneasy took over his mind. As they all stare at the smokescreen intensely, looking for any movement, or, in particular, anything to happen.
A few seconds pass, their anticipation was answered, as the smokes start to scatter, and they're met with the same two red eyes that peek through the smoke, staring at them.
The being, despite taking a powerful strike like that, still shows no sign of damage, it was still perfectly fine and intact.
"This thing can take a beating, real beating." Hazel comments as he narrows his eyes, should he try a more lethal scale of attack?
The beings continuously stare at them, with no further movement nor reaction, just stare at them.
"Well, this thing probably lacks a soul like the Grimms." Seeing they're in no particular danger or immediate threat, Watts theories, then cast another good look at the being's unemotional eyes. "And probably can't emotion."
Looking at their leader, Watts asks. "What shall we do about it, Your Grace?"
Salem crossed her arms as she ponders about what they should do. Could this thing understand them? Or have a functional brain to understand? This thing is powerful that is for certain, the earlier blackhole-like suction, the tremendous energy burst, and the seemly impenetrable shield were enough proof, she can find a use for this thing if given enough time as she had plenty. But the question is where or how to start?
Well, guess it couldn't hurt to try. Something had to be done, small step or not.
Salem was about to speak. only for the thing to finally show a reaction.
Dark energy covered both Tyrian and Hazel's bodies from some sort of telekinesis power, as they were lifted airborne and dragged toward the being, holding them in place tightly.
Facing the two men, the being glanced from one to another, as if studying them.
The two try everything to break from the grip, to no avail.
Seeing both comrades being held hostages made Watts draw out his gun, only for Salem to tell him to stay down. The Grimm Queen is actually interested to see what's about to unfold.
Then to the confusion of both men, the beings use some sort of telekinesis to take a small thread of their hair. Absorb through what appears to be the invisible mouth, and proceed to "eat" it.
The being then drops both men to the floor, as it starts shivering in some sort of discomfort as if digestion.
"What was that about?" Tyrian raised a puzzled brow, clearly not expecting the being to eat his hair, as he and Hazel both carefully backed away from the weird orb.
"Probably trying to see if we're edible. And apparently, it doesn't like what it was tasting." Hazel tries really hard to not deadpanned.
"Carnivorism then?" Tyrian giggled, but resume a battle stance in alertness, only he could find joy in a situation like this.
The being then stops shivering, seems going over the taste test.
But what happens next catches all of them off guard.
A scorpion tail that looked like an exact copy of Tyrian's but with deep blue instead of his brown. Sprouted out from the back of the orb, followed by a pair of muscle arms like Hazel's growing out from the side of the orb.
The thing has somehow, copied their body parts.
"What the..." Hazel trails off, at a loss at this development.
Watts has an amazing look at the ability displayed by the mysterious being.
Tyrian had scorn on his face as this thing copied his unique trait.
Salem was impressed by the ability this being possessed, her interest grew more and more.
The being, moving its newly obtained limbs as if testing and experiencing the new sensations, seemly trying to get familiarized with its new body parts.
But this talent show has just begun, as our judges have been surprised again when the performer starts speaking… with both Tyrian and Hazel's voices at the same time, just gruffer and distort.
"WhHHO… ArRre… yOOOu?" The being focus its gaze on Salem.
Shocking but yet amusing, Salem took an approach, a smirk formed on her lips.
"My name is Salem, I am the goddess of this world." Answered Salem as she smiled sinisterly.
To Be
Continued:
Well, that was something, no, I'm not fully back at writing, I have hit writer block and several issues irl, barely holding myself together, but I really want to get this long-time brewing story of mine out. I have been thinking about this crossover for like 3 years.
Although fair warning, it's gonna contain a lot of self-head-canon for the Mario franchise, but no pairing, no OC.