Doctor Who: Series 1 (Multi-Cross) (ON HOLD)

by Multiverse Learner 101

Every story ever told really happened. Stories…are where memories go when they're forgotten. Take a sample of what such stories entail for the Doctor as he travels not only in his multiverse, but through infinity and beyond.

5. The Time War

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Episode 5 - The Time War

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The_Night_of_the_Doctor

On the day I killed him, the Doctor was a happy man. Though since what made him happy was a distress call from a terrified woman who died less than seven minutes later, my conscience is clear.

At the time, he was in his eighth and final incarnation. My memory of his appearance is a little hazy, but I have a general impression of dark hair, urgent blue eyes, and a choice of clothing that was probably intended to be swashbuckling. I think there were long boots, possibly a waistcoat, and certainly one of those overcoats with the kind of collar that young men turn up against the wind in the hope that someone might use the word Byronic. He wasn't young, of course: no one can be called young on the day of their death, when they are as old as they will ever be. But the voice echoing round the creaking, wooden cathedral of the TARDIS console room was young enough, and more than adequately terrified.

'Hello, please, hello, can anyone hear me? This ship is crashing, please, is anyone there, can anyone hear me?'

It should be remembered, this was at the heart of the Time War, that endless savage conflict between the Axis Powers and the Allied Forces that threatened every moment of the space-time continuum. It is strange to reflect that the deadliest conflict history will ever know that would strike from the heart of every single permutation of reality, throughout every nook and corner of existence, throughout the entirety of all creation. And so time became a weapon in a war that could never end, and the conflict spread not only through space, but backwards and forwards through history. Days became battle lines, and century turned on century, and divergent time streams found themselves fighting each other for the right to exist. It was said, one soldier could die a thousand times in one day of that war, and discover he'd never been born the next. And so, when the Doctor heard that cry for help, there would have been countless billions across one insignificant universe suffering in exactly the same way. But this young woman had an advantage over all the others who, in that same moment, were also screaming and begging for their lives. She happened to be in earshot of a man who mistook himself for a hero.

The Doctor had always loved distress calls. They appealed to his vanity. He lived for the thrill of stepping through a door, and seeing all those faces turn towards him in hope and wonder. The danger, too, was delicious. More than delicious; over time it had become necessary. Danger is the only true palliative for a guilty man. And certainly the only drug strong enough for the Doctor.

Setting aside his tea, it took him seconds to track the signal to a little gunship, tumbling towards a red planet. There was one life sign on board, and all the engines were phasing. Clearly, there was no possibility of deflecting the ship's course, and a tractor beam would almost certainly shatter the hull, so a manual extraction was the only possibility. He would have to materialise on board, introduce himself as dramatically as possible, and get her into the TARDIS. She would be so happy and excited to see him. He wondered, briefly, how it would look if he took his teacup with him, but decided the risk of spillage was too great.

'Please, please, somebody, please!'

The fear in her voice would have broken any heart. The Doctor grinned.

For the very last time, he slammed the levers, roared the engines, and sent the TARDIS spinning to the rescue. Although there was no one else to hear, he laughed and whooped. If anything sealed his fate, in that final hour of his existence, it was his laughter. I never wanted to hear that laugh again.

The owner of the voice was a young woman, called Cass Fermazzi. She was clever and brave and doomed. In later years, when I was able to return her remains to what was left of her family, I learned that she had grown up on one of the farm planets of the Gazrond Belt, and had stowed away on a star freighter at the age of fourteen to see the wonders of the universe and found there were no wonders left. Instead there was a war that threatened all reality. At first she ran, but one day, helping an old soldier die in a crater full of mud snakes under a burning moon, she realised there was nowhere left to hide. The following morning, the kindly medtech who closed the soldier's eyes unclipped the bandolier from around the dead man's chest and gave it to Cass, perhaps mistaking her for a friend or relative. Cass took the bandolier, tightened it around herself, and decided to start running in the opposite direction.

Three months later, she was crewing a gunship. Four years later, she had survived the Nightmare Child, wept at the massacre of Skull Moon and fought in the ruins of the Ulterium. On the last day of her life, she and her crew successfully repelled a Dalek fleet from the feeding hives of the Vantross, but then, as they flew to safety, found themselves under attack from one of the Time Lord battle cruisers, now as indiscriminate in their slaughter as the Daleks themselves. They were blasted from the stars for no better reason, Cass realised, than that they were blocking the view of the retreating Daleks.

She'd been the only one who didn't panic. She'd teleported the crew to the safety of the nearest planet and, with no one left to teleport her, and realising that a safe crash landing was now an impossibility, she'd finally asked for help.

'Help me, please. Can anybody hear me—help me!' She slammed the overheating console with both fists.

'Please state the nature of your ailment or injury,' said the medical computer.

'I'm not injured, I'm crashing! I don't need a doctor!' Cass screamed.

'A clear statement of your symptoms will help us provide the medical practitioner appropriate to your individual needs.' A simulated face appeared on the screen and made an attempt at an encouraging smile only marginally less comforting than the cratered surface of the planet now filling the viewplate.

'I'm trying to send a distress call, stop asking about doctors!'

It was a feed line that the hungriest ego in the universe could hardly be expected to resist.

'I'm a doctor,' came a voice behind her, 'but probably not the one you were expecting.'

Cass spun round and saw a man, who was making a particular point of leaning casually against the wall. A thousand questions lit up in her head, but he was already stepping forward to the console. 'Where are the rest of the crew?'

'Teleported off.'

'But you're still here?' His hands were now busy at the controls. Was he checking she was telling the truth?

'I teleported them.'

'Why you?'

'Everyone else was screaming.'

He looked at her, and smiled like she'd passed a test. 'Welcome aboard.'

'Aboard what?'

'I'll show you!' And suddenly he had taken her hand (when did she tell him that was okay?) and she was yanked out of the command chair.

The ship howled and creaked, and the main corridor was twisting and flexing, so it felt like running inside a thrashing snake. There was the harsh stink of molten metal and she could feel the heat of the floor thumping against her boots. Her sleep pod was ablaze and everything she'd ever owned was gone.

'Where are we going?' she managed to ask.

'Back of the ship!'

'Why?'

'Because the front end crashes first, think it through!'

A joke? Was he joking? Was this man wasting breath on jokes, right now? And where the hell did he come from anyway? And hang on, did that mean he had a way off the ship? She felt a dangerous surge of hope. And in that moment, with a stomp of iron, the rest of the corridor disappeared. A blast door had slammed across in front of them, blocking their path, and finally Cass Fermazzi knew she was going to die.

'Oh, why did you do that?' she heard him muttering. But he sounded only mildly irritated, like a man trying to reason with a fugitive bar of soap in a bath.

'Emergency protocols,' she found herself explaining, like it even mattered now.

There was a silver rod in his hand, and he buzzed it at the door. 'What's your name?' he asked.

Was he making conversation? Did he seriously think she was in the mood for a chat?

'Cass.' Oh, apparently she was.

'You're young to be crewing a gunship, Cass.'

No, she wasn't telling him her life story, this was not the time. 'I wanted to see the universe. Is it always like this?' Why was she talking to him?

'If you're lucky,' he grinned, and then the door was grinding open. Cass barely had time to wonder how he'd done it, before he'd grabbed her hand again, and they were stumbling to a halt in front of—

What the hell was that?

It looked like a tall blue crate, wooden, with panels and barred windows. Absurdly there were the printed words Police Public Call Box above a pair of doors, and was that really a light on top? And there was something else!

Although Cass had never seen this box before, something stirred inside her like a race memory. Even a new-born knows to love the sunshine and fear the storm, and with that same ancient certainty, she knew what this battered old crate meant. To her, to everyone. It was purest evil.

He was pulling her towards it now. Instinctively, she pulled back.

'It's all right,' he was saying, reaching for the blue doors. 'It's bigger on the inside.'

And then she understood the fear she felt. 'What did you say? Bigger on the inside, is that what you said?'

'Yeah, come on, you'll love it.'

'Is that—' The word choked in her throat for a moment. Even on a crashing ship, moments from death, it was a word that felt too dangerous to speak out loud. 'Is that a TARDIS?'

Oh, the look on his face. A wounded infant. The memory of better days and lost magic. 'Yes,' he said, 'but you'll be perfectly safe, I promise.'

She wrenched her hand from his. 'Don't touch me!'

He started to reach for her again, but the look in her eyes stopped him cold.

'I'm not part of the war,' he said. 'I swear. I never have been.'

'You're a Time Lord.' He was, it was so obvious. The arrogance, the presumption.

'Yes, but I'm one of the nice ones!' Oh, and now he thought he could be charming. Could they never understand what they were?

'Get away from me!'

'Look on the bright side. I'm not a Dalek.'

She looked at him, and felt the universe shift …

But no! This is too much. I am old, and perhaps I am getting carried away. Truthfully, no one can ever know for sure what was going through Cass's mind in that moment, but I do think I can guess. For us all, there is a hill somewhere on which we would gladly die. If we are blessed, one day we will find it beneath our feet. That day had come for Cass.

'Dalek, Time Lord, who can tell the difference any more,' she said, and stepped backwards the through the door. She slammed her hand on the red button, and activated the incursion seal. Her ship, like all the others, had been proofed against Time Lords, and now was the time to see if it worked. She watched him through the plexi-panel, buzzing away with his silver rod. The door was shuddering, but it didn't open. 'Cass! Cass!'

'It's deadlocked. Don't even try!'

'Just open it. Please, I only want to help.'

To help? How could he think that anyone would believe that? 'Go back to your battlefield—you're not finished yet, some of the universe is still standing.' Oh, the joy of saying those words, of seeing them impact.

'I'm not leaving this ship without you!'

Those pleading blue eyes, that hunger to be trusted. More than that, to be worshipped, to be adored. Oh dear God, was she supposed to think he was a hero now? They were all the same, those vain, wilful children with their two hearts. But was he really going to stay, and burn with her? Well, if that's what he wanted! Cass Fermazzi smiled and felt the last moment of joy she would ever feel, as she said: 'Then you're going to die right here. Best news all day.'

The ship was grinding and shrieking round her. The heat and light grew fiercer, but now it was exciting.

'Cass!' he was shouting. 'Cass!'

Yeah, she thought, smiling into his silly, anguished face—say my name. Say my name, Time Lord, and die.

Which is exactly what the Doctor did, though not for the last time that day.

'And here he is at last,' someone was saying, 'The man to end it all!'

The Doctor tried to move, tried to open his eyes, but nothing happened. He didn't recognise the voice, but whoever it was, she had to be talking about him. It was always about him, when people talked that way.

'My sisters, the Doctor has returned to Karn.'

Yep, there you go, he was right. Him! He wondered if he should pop one eye open and make a joke, people loved that. Or even sit bolt upright with a big smile. But when he tried, still nothing happened.

No, wait, what did she say? Karn? That rang a bell. He decided he should probably make a note, but then remembered he didn't have a notebook. Or a pen. Or, in fact, the ability to move any part of his body. He decided to make a mental note instead, but promptly forgot what he was thinking about. Damn, why hadn't he made a note?

The voice again: 'This has been foretold. We have always known in our bones, one day he would return here!'

Ah, this was sounding very him. A long-awaited return! Probably a prophesied battle against an ancient foe, rising from some sort of terrible depths, he shouldn't wonder. All in a day's work for the Doctor. He decided to leap to his feet, swish his coat about a bit, and choose someone to make him tea. But the world stayed dark, and the rocks stayed cold against his back. Perhaps Cass could help him. He'd just saved her life, hadn't he? She'd probably be with him in a moment. One good turn deserved another.

Now a hand was stroking his face. It was a very warm hand. Or was it that his face was very cold? Oh, that was interesting. He couldn't remember why he was so cold.

The voice, close now, warm breath on his face: 'Such a pity he's dead.'

Oh! Dead, was he? That was going to make things a bit more diff—

Being dead, the Doctor was unaware of his final journey across that barren world, and only the crows of Karn saw him borne into the cave where he and I would stand face to face, at the very end.

Ow! Someone had slapped him, and there was a bitter aftertaste on his lips. He was somewhere else! Sitting on a stone floor! The wind was gone, so maybe he was inside. A cave, going by that dripping sound. There was movement around him; the smell of smoke and the crackle of burning torches. Now he heard a low murmur of female voices. Was one of them Cass? Of course! Cass must have dragged him to safety, after he'd rescued them both from that crashing ship. If only he could remember exactly how he'd done that. He decided to open his eyes as soon as he remembered how.

'Cass!' someone shouted. Good! Obviously she was here somewhere, and safe. 'Cass, Cass!' It was a man's voice, high with desperation, and so cracked and full of terror that it took him several seconds to recognise it as his own. The shock opened his eyes.

She was old, and robed in scarlet. Her face was creased and weathered, but her stare glittered, as she squatted in front of him like a wise old ape. In a line behind her, against the fire-lit rock, stood several more scarlet robed women, younger, but as pale and hollow-eyed as upright cadavers. Each held a steaming goblet.

'If you refer to your companion,' the old woman was saying, 'we are still trying to recover her body from the wreckage. You were thrown clear.'

Oh! The wreckage. Cass was still in there. He remembered Cass's face, and how she'd looked at him when she realised what he was. 'She wasn't my companion,' he said.

'She's almost certainly dead. No one could survive that crash.'

'I did!'

'No.'

That awful word, so calmly delivered. He fought to let nothing show on his face.

'We restored you to life,' the old woman continued, 'but it is a temporary measure. You have a little under four minutes.

It had always been a rule of the Doctor's never to panic early. If he still had four minutes to fill, it was time to start owning the room. 'Four minutes!' he protested. 'But that's ages! What if I get bored? I need a television, a couple of books, anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.'

'You have so little breath left. Spend it wisely.'

Watch me, he thought. Quick scan. Six women in the room, including the old one. Two exits! One was obviously the cave mouth, the other led deeper into the mountain. Wait, how did he know it was a mountain? Had he been here before? Ah! He'd heard a name earlier. She'd named this planet. And what about this cave? It did look a little familiar. Okay, time to parade his local knowledge, if he could just remember any of it.

'Hang on, is it you? It is, isn't it, it's you.' Of course, he'd got it now. 'Am I back on Karn?' he said, triumphantly. 'You're the Sisterhood of Karn, keepers of the flame of utter boredom!'

The old woman's eyes flashed. 'Eternal life,' she snapped.

'That's the one!' Going by the look on her face, he'd already landed a hit. Good! Time to give it a bit more swagger. He'd clambered to his feet, but as he started to move, he could feel his body shutting down, and the pain of it almost knocked him flat. Buck up, Doctor, he thought. It won't hurt for long.

'Mock us if you will.' said the old woman, 'Our elixir can trigger your regeneration, bring you back.'

Oh, interesting. Were they trying to help him? There had been stories, back on Gallifrey, that the Karn Sisterhood could assist a regeneration in a mortally wounded Time Lord—but why should they care about him? And anyway, did he want to go through it all again? To be torn down and rebuilt into someone else, just to see more of the universe burn. He remembered his old tutor, lecturing at the academy, telling them all about the change they dreaded so much. 'You will walk into a storm,' Borusa had said, 'and a stranger will walk back out. And that stranger will be you.' A stranger to himself, yet again. Why? What was the point any more?

The old woman was gesturing to the goblets held by the others. 'Time Lord science is elevated here. On Karn, the change doesn't have to be random.' She moved among the sisters, pointing to one goblet, then another. 'Fat or thin? Old or young?'

He almost laughed. He was standing in the salesroom of his possible futures!

'Man or woman?' she asked him, pointedly.

Ginger? he wondered, but kept the thought to himself.

Ohila was looking at him, expectant now. He wondered briefly how he suddenly knew her name and realised he'd translated the tiny inscription on her left earring. Good to know some of his skillset was still on-line.

'Why would you do this for me?' he asked.

'You have helped us in the past.'

Had he? A memory surfaced of being tied to a stake in the centre of this chamber, while wood was stacked around him and torches were lit. 'One good burn deserves another?' he decided not to say, then realised he already had. 'The Sisterhood of Karn were never big on gratitude.'

'The war between the Axis Powers and the Allied Forces threatens all reality. You are the only hope left.'

Oh, of course. They were afraid. But why did everyone always expect him to be a soldier?

'It's not my war,' he said. 'I will have no part of it.'

'You can't ignore it forever.'

Ignore it? he thought. No one in the Known and Unknown Multiverse could exactly ignore a war that was taking place at every moment in history at once. And even then, he wasn't really ignoring it. He was helping out, as much as he can, just like anyone else who was embroiled into this hell. 'I help where I can. I will not fight.'

'Because you are above such squalid practicalities as the business of warfare?'

Yes, he thought. 'Yes,' he said.

'Because you are the Good Man, as you call yourself?'

'I call myself the Doctor.'

'It's the same thing in your mind.'

'I'd like to think so.'

There was movement behind him, and her eyes flicked to a point over his shoulder. A new look came over her face. Was that cunning, he wondered. Or just cruelty?

'In that case, Doctor,' she said, 'attend your patient.'

Two more of the Sisterhood had entered the cave, and between them they carried what looked like a sack. But then they laid her on the altar stone in the centre of the room, and for a moment he could find no words. She looked so small. Around her chest he noticed a bandolier. It was clearly too old to have been hers originally, and he wondered briefly who had given it to her. Someone she cared about, or who had cared about her. The thought stung him.

He used the screwdriver to scan her for life signs, but he already knew it was pointless.

'You're wasting your time,' Ohila was saying. 'She is beyond even our help.'

I know, he wanted to scream into her face. Instead he just said, 'She wanted to see the universe,' because it was true and it made him ache.

'She didn't miss much. It's very nearly over.'

'I could've saved her. I could have got her off that ship, she wouldn't listen.'

'Then she was wiser than you. She understood there was no escaping the Time War. You are part of this, Doctor—whether you like it or not.'

'I would rather die,' he said, and meant it with both his hearts. Not a soldier, he thought. That was the promise. Never cruel, never cowardly, and never, ever a soldier. He knew what was inside him: the anger that could never be given voice. Death first.

'You're dead already,' said Ohila. 'How many more will you let join you?'

He forced his eyes to Cass's face. No accusation there now. No hatred, no fear, nothing. Just another broken child. Just another one, Doctor!

'If she could speak, what would she say?'

'To me? Nothing. I'm a Time Lord. Everything she despised.'

'If she understood the man you are, and the power you could wield, she would beg your help. As we beg your help now. The Known and Unknown Multiverse stands on the brink. Will you let it fall?'

There was no scorn in her voice. No cruelty, no cunning. Simple appeal.

How many more, he wondered. How many more children crushed and burnt as he stood apart? He must never be a soldier, he knew that. But it was like a whisper in his ear now. 'How many more will die, Doctor? While you keep your soul pure and your hands clean?' He felt himself gripping on to the stone table, trying to shut out that terrible, forbidden voice.

'What will it take, Doctor?' the whisper continued. 'How many more will suffer and die before you act?' it begged of him.

Ohila was moving among the goblets again. 'Strong or fast,' she was asking. 'Wise or angry? What do you need now?'

Blood and rage thundered in the Doctor's ears. To his own surprise, he noticed he was unclipping the bandolier from around Cass's still form. Was he doing that? It didn't feel like him. He was now holding the bandolier in front of his own eyes, as if for his inspection. It was cleaner than the rest of herclothes, and had been repaired many times. Obviously it had been of great value to her and she had worn it to the end. Someone, somewhere would have been happy to know that.

'Warrior,' he heard himself say.

Ohila was staring at him. 'Warrior?'

'I don't suppose anyone needs a doctor any more. Make me a warrior now.'

It was his voice, but how could those be his words? It felt like someone else was talking through him.

Ohila was passing him a goblet. 'I took the liberty of preparing this one myself.'

It was warm in his hands, and the smell was bitter one moment and sweet the next. 'Get out!' he said. 'All of you!'

He heard the shuffle of feet. The sisters were moving deeper into the shadows.

'Will it hurt?' he asked.

Ohila's voice seem to come to him from a great distance. 'Yes,' she said.

'Good,' he replied, and raised the goblet. He was alone now, but in that last moment, chose to remember all the times he hadn't been. All the friends who had kept him safe. 'Charley. C'rizz, Lucie, Tamsin, Molly. Fitz. Compassion. Destrii. Izzy. Friends and companions I have known, I salute you.' He looked to the broken child on the altar stone. 'And Cass … I apologise.' The goblet was almost at his lips now. He mutters while closing his eyes, recalling. 'Oh Ren and Andy. Companions that I consider to be as close as sons. Ones that I have raised well and became proud of for all time. Forgive me,' One last farewell to the man he had been. 'Physician, heal thyself.'

The Doctor drank the poison, and walked into the storm.

The stranger woke. His hands looked different, but he knew that would be the least of it. As he pulled himself to his feet, every nerve and sinew jangled: wrong, wrong, everything all wrong. No, not wrong, he reminded himself. New. Just new. He remembered to breathe, and even that felt strange. He tried to focus on the chamber around him. Oh, the colour balance was wildly different yet again. The reds were a bit greener and the yellows were out of control. He knew he'd get used to it, but it always took a while. Sometimes he missed the monochrome world of his first two incarnations. It had felt like a simpler, cleaner time; so many centuries had passed before he realised he'd just been colour blind. He looked round, testing his focal length, and saw a beautiful woman looking at him.

'Is it done?' asked Ohila.

Is it? he wondered. Is what done? Then he saw Cass, dead on the stone, and the sight of her hurt him all over again. Good, he still had a conscience. But something new flexed under that familiar pain, like the flick of a serpent's eye in the darkness. What was that new feeling? Rage? Vengeance? Was that something to worry about? He ran a hand over his face. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

No, not wrong, new. A new face, for a new man.

There were no mirrors in the cave, but hanging on one of the smoother rock walls, was a highly burnished section of armour plate, some ancient relic of battle. It would do.

The first thing he noticed was that he was now wearing Cass's bandolier round his own chest. When had he put that on? Then he glanced up and met his own eyes.

There is a moment, after regeneration, when the guttering soul of the old man looks out through the eyes of the new. So it was the Doctor who looked into the mirror—but it was me who looked back. And there we stood, the Doctor and I; one man, face to face; an end and a beginning.

My height hadn't changed much, I noticed. My hair was a little shorter, though still dark. Those urgent blue eyes were gone and in their place, a stare like winter. For a moment that stare troubled me. But this was a time of war, and I had been reborn for battle; I was ready to look on a darker world.

I turned my new face one way, then the other. Was I younger? Older? There was something haggard and pained about me now, so it was difficult to tell. Standing before me was a man who had seen horror and no longer chose to hide it. Yes, I thought, this would do. This was right.

I held my own gaze, and spoke. The words came in a cold whisper; a silken rasp; voice like a shiver out loud.

'Doctor no more,' I said.

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The_Day_of_the_Warrior

Two Writer Watchers, beings capable of powerful feats, the finest soldiers of the Literature Lords, with their advanced staffs on the ready, flanked upon their almighty leader, Lord Zero Author, as he and many countless members of the Senate of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA) stood on the balcony, overlooking the grand sight that was before them, overlooking the deployment of the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS).

Thousands upon thousands, millions upon millions, billions upon billions, trillions upon trillions of clone troopers marched about in tight formations, an orderly procession that brought them in files ascending the landing ramps of the huge military assault ships.

A deep sadness marked the handsome features of Lord Zero Author, but when he looked over from one side, from the edge of the balcony, were there stood his old friend, the Time Lord who was once known as the Doctor, now taking up arms as a Warrior, he saw there a grim determination, accompanied with such deep sadness and regret, if only too subtle and quiet so as not received any form of pity.

It wasn't just him that sees such a sight of depression and bleakness which signals the coming dawn of a new era amidst such conflicts between Heaven and Hell. There was his second son, Lord Setsuna, flanking towards him from the right, sporting an expression of concern. There was Lord Battler Ushiromiya, flanking towards the man from the left. There were his fellow senators, politicians, lords and ladies of many of the Higher Races, Temporal Powers, and Multiple Pantheons could only look on at the man with many mixture of feelings. Ones that ranged from sadness, curiosity, concern, and caution.

He heard. They all heard. For how could they have not.

A man that had been born through fire and brimstone. A man that had been born through the taking of life upon another. A man that had been born under the sign of predetermination. A man who would now both run and fight.

He heard. They all heard. For how could they have not.

They heard of what he was truly capable of. The very first moments that marked the existence of this man were filled to the brim with multiple casualties upon the enemy side. Nothing survive his subtle wrath that blazes upon the infernal regions of space-time. Nothing would for hinder someone like him.

News have reached of his regeneration on Karn by now. News of such bleakness, tried and true. News of his exploits. Things that were set upon him, triumphing and yet full of sorrow and regret in the face of everything that has happened.

Lord Zero Author becomes extremely concerned for his old friend. His old friend has been assisting from the sidelines from time to time, playing his part to the finest tune player in the midst of the chaotic notes that produces disharmony. His old friend would try his very best to never be publicly acknowledged for his humanitarian aid, assisting those who were faced with the fallout of the war. His old friend would never try to be with either side, becoming a neutral which has an advantage of its own and yet is always an ever present and valuable ally for the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA). But unfortunately, things would change by the time his old friend reaches Karn by passing through the transportation of grief and regret.

This time would now be replaced by another time. The eighth hour had pass, but the clock did not strike at nine, for in a seemingly impossible manner, the hands of the clock were between the hours of eight and nine. Half an hour. An incarnation that was neither number. No longer part of the number but still part of the number. An incarnation that was born from the fires of war.

And when the moment had come, when a new face of grim determination had appeared to replace the old face of happiness and optimism, there lies such darkness that was made bare and present. A darkness that was hidden. That same darkness which is now taken such form, controlled and tempered, a brewing hurricane that brings with it such calamities that would strike through its surroundings, subtle yet deadly in its efficiency and effectiveness. And with that darkness, there was that ever present light that he was always known for, burning deep within his soul. A spark of life that has now arisen to the brim with the fires of pure determination.

Truly, even in spite of everything, his old friend had not changed in the slightest when it comes to such compassion. One would only need to look upon the bandolier that he wears in honor of the one who had rejected his hand of salvation, wearing it as a firm reminder of subtlety as to who he truly was, never forgetting such fact as he marches upon the hellish nightmares that spawn things untold.

Lord Zero Author could only breathe a sigh of heaviness. Feelings of negative vibrations were the common lot of the Time War at this point. Not very surprising for even someone like him who wields such great power and authority among the Senate. In his sadness, he spots in the corner of his eye, the Blessed Princess of the Heavenly Host, Lady Michael, who was one of many among the crowd who were simply standing from the side, observing the clone army that is now marching in tight formations.

He noticed the face of the woman of infamous virtue, of a maiden whose was the fairest and the wisest of the Angelus, sporting an expression of grave sadness which adds on to their gentle maternal features. Golden eyes which were glimmering in concern. It was almost as if it would shed subtle tears. All of which were directed towards his old friend.

Ah, of course. Lord Zero Author thought to himself. Lady Michael was always the maternal type. But there was even more to it than that. For his old friend and Lady Michael had a rich history together that is as old and as ancient as time itself.

Lady Michael, the Leader of the Angelus, Princess of the Heavenly Host, was like a mother to the man who was once known as the Doctor. All of which began on the very day when Lady Michael and her fellow Seraphim Archangels once made a visit to Gallifrey for political reasons. For some strange reason, Lady Michael had asked if she were to be allowed to go to the Time Lord Academy. Ask as to why by many of the High Council, Lady Michael simply gave a subtle smile of humor that would speak volumes on never to refuse her. Naturally, the politicians gave in as one would show her around the Academy.

On the way of the tour, they stop by a certain classroom that houses the class of Lord Fuldanquin Borusa. He and the time tots of the class were at awe at seeing such a beautiful woman of high rank being there, sporting a simple smile of maternity that would etch deep into their twofold hearts. Among those time tots was his old friend, an very young child who even back then was always the troublemaker, never one to the stick to the rules.

As the story was told, Lady Michael would call for the young time tot to her side with a maternal tone, with the young Doctor immediately complying, sporting expressions of awe, being taken by the hand in a gentle manner of grace. Lady Michael would ask Lord Borusa and her tour guide if she and the young Doctor were to be left alone for a little while. They complied but could not help but sport raised eyebrows of curiosity and bewilderment. The same reactions were more or less present among the class, especially a very young Master who was sporting a curious expression as to what would the most beautiful and virtuous of all women would want with his childhood friend.

As the story goes along, he and Lady Michael would walk together hand in hand, likened to that of a picture between mother and son as they stroll along from the simple terrain of the mountains, bathed in the afternoon sunset of twofold nature, as the twin suns of Gallifrey would rise one after the other. The second sun was rising from the south, making the mountains glow as bright as though it was on fire. They were simply watching and admiring the orange sky, the snow-capped slopes of red grass, and the trees with bright silver leaves. Simply sitting by the edge of a rock as the winds blow to comfort their faces. A simple silence which speaks volumes.

It was a time that his old friend would treasure deeply. One that he would not really talked about but only to him and to many of their closest friends. Contrary to what rumors would play out of exaggeration, nothing truly significant seemed to have happened between them. And yet, it was something that would make the Doctor sport a simple smile, seemingly looking far away as he remembers every single detail of such an encounter with the divine.

A happy memory of his childhood. One of the precious few that he treasures deep beneath his twofold hearts. One that he carries with him and remembers with a smile.

Even now, it would seem that the same type of relationship between the two of them had not changed in the least. Even now, Lady Michael would still be worried for her beloved second son. A second son that she had cherished deeply from her heart, including him always in her ever present prayers to the Most High.

As proof of such a bond between mother and son, the man begins to slightly turn around, sporting an expression of dismay as he looks at Lady Michael, who in turn grace him with a smile that would forever warm his twofold hearts. It was very quick, an instant flash, but it was a moment that was worth pondering, a moment that was sacred for the both of them. Maternal waves of comfort were being subtly drawn in order to comfort his twofold heart of grief, with the man simply giving a slight bow to the head out of shame, likened to that of a son who was slightly embarrassed in front of his mother due to an unintentional blunder on his part.

Yes, Lord Author thought to himself with a smile. It would appear that even now, Lady Michael would still be the doting mother who would not let her son go without making him smile if only for a little while. He, Lord Setsuna, Lord Battler Ushiromiya, and many others could only felt relief at the fact that even now, their old man was still here despite seemingly rejecting his name. Still haven't really changed in the slightest and yet would at the same time changed in greater length.

For this incarnation. This man who rejected his name. He was the Doctor. Whether he likes it or not. And nothing would change that.

Still, Lord Author thought as he looks towards the vast horizon of the planet, a clone homeworld of Kamino, terraformed to suit the purposes of the spatio-temporal military. He looks towards the army that was on the ground numbering in countless numbers. An army of clones. One that belongs to the Kaminoan Republic, an all-governing body of clones, one of the members of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA).

"They are totally obedient, taking any order without question, unless it is for the cause of the innocent, the right, and the just. Men who are the weapon, and yet, never lose their free will. Loyal but firm. Valiant in the service of the common good. With their own personalities, abilities and skills that make up the unique individuality of each supersoldier. They will fight with us. They will fight for us. Fight for the freedom of all sentients and non-sentients alike. Fight for the Higher and Younger Races. Fight for themselves. They will be one of our greatest holy warriors. They are the Clone Troopers. Protectors of the Known and Unknown Multiverse."

He recalls hearing of such an army. An army that would fight for them. But such an army would have complications of their own despite the fact that they are not really slaves to anyone, even having their own government, society, and laws that would be abided by any honest citizen, even having families of their own from different types of women from different species, usually the warrior kind of woman that enshrines Mandalorian culture. Nevertheless, there would always remain such intricate problems of complexity with regards to the clones in general such as morality and ethics. That's part of the addressed reason as to why the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS) have different types of soldiers, not just that of clones. Many that are far too numerous to name down in paper. As vast as the eyes could possibly see.

He would begin to hold his staff firm, sporting an expression that was grave and sad, as he breathes heavily, taking careful notes of what would now transpire and of what the whispers of space-time would tell him.

The whispers ran across the Known and Unknown Multiverse. This is the Last Great Time War, they said, on every multiverse that ever amounted to anything – for how could it be anything else?

These whispers would come to the forefront of his mind as he looks upon the horizon, one that was eternally burning to the third degree.

His eyes narrowed, face determined to see this through, as he delicately holds his staff to his side.

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Mother - YU-NO: Kono Yo no Hate de Koi o Utau Shoujo(Opening 2 Full w/ Lyrics & Subs in English)[4K]

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Regrets_of_the_Past

When the eleventh incarnation of the Time Lord known as the Doctor opened the blue ancient doors of the TARDIS after he and his five companions have reached their current destination, the companions themselves weren't really sure on whether to be surprised or not; the fact that he had opened the doors onto what was basically and clearly into outer space where if it weren't for the safety features of the TARDIS would have dragged them back out into space where they would die in a vacuum due to asphyxiation or decompression sickness, without so much as an asteroid underneath the door to suggest that the TARDIS had landed on something to ensure their safety.

But they were surprised at another thing entirely.

"Oh my god," Sota Mizushino whispered in slight fear and shock, unable to say anything more due to him staggering back towards the others in the back in a probably-futile-but-still-automatic-attempt to preserve whatever air he might have left and almost tumbled down the floor with the others looking back towards him laughing in amusement and good humor while Conan was saying in a tone of humor and exasperation. "Watch your feet, Sota-san, because you might as well fall down to the ground like a certain coyote (Wile E. Coyote) if he was running backwards and splatting towards the ground, and I wouldn't put it past him to do that considering all the times he has had to chase down a certain road runner (The Road Runner), and even after all of these years he still hasn't and wouldn't be able to catch him despite how many times he tried. He should really just give up on it and move on with his life if you asked me," While all eyes turned towards looking back at the Doctor, with Sota looking at the Doctor in a state of bewilderment, when he was speaking to Sota in a tone of reassurance.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about our location Sota; the TARDIS force fields keeps the atmosphere contained well enough, although I wouldn't really recommend on getting the door on your way out," The Doctor said all this as he also joined in on the joke and was just shrugging slightly while casually walking towards the door before turning back to face his companions.

"Well, gentleman; what are all of you waiting for? Come on over here and look outside, because I promise you all, it's going to be worth it. Trust me."

With no other option left but to follow and listen, the companions walked forward to stand beside the Doctor as he stood casually leaning towards the ship's doors, only for their eyes to widen in amazement, excitement, and wonder at the beautiful sight that was before them.

Apparently directly in front of the ship - although they had no idea how it was away from them - was what looked like a vast cloud of space that was an incredible mixture of the most various and diverse colors that were still illuminated by a still incandescent light from an unknown source from an unknown location in the bright starless sky that reminds them of the morning dawn and the afternoon sunlight of their worlds (Earths) and while they were all basking towards it with their hearts content and full of joy, the Doctor explains and describes to them what they were actually seeing with their very own eyes.

"The Kurgon Wonder, The Crowning Jewel of The Kurgon System; it's beautiful isn't it."

"...Woah," Most of the companions whispered in awe, unable to take their own eyes off from this beautiful image and display; allowing it to burn into their memories for the rest of their days.

They heard all about the space nebulas, of course, during their own time studying in their own classes in their own schools in their own worlds (Earths), but describing and seeing are two very different things entirely.

This space nebula in particular seems to be one of a kind.

"Hmph, I must say Doctor, this truly is impressive," Lelouch said with a smirk while looking back at the Doctor as he was truly impressed by this unique and wondrous spectacle that was standing before him and his other fellow companions.

The Doctor looks back towards Lelouch with a knowing smile as he continued his explanation about the beautiful nebula.

"Isn't It. Over two thousand and fifty million metrons wide, and the light's remained at a constant seven hundred and fifty thousand illumiums since it was first analysed about two centuries before now, It's quite unique, really; only a few people even know it even exists at this point that know how all of this was created."

"Metrons?!" Conan asked with a look of curiosity while paying attention to the wording or the tone of the word "metron' given that one word can mean many things and with the great vastness of the multiverse along with it's diverse cultures, societies, governments, etc... it is very possible. Which was to be honest already expected really.

"Not sure how to put that in a context that you'd understand, sorry; measurements don't always translate well into Earth's references, and I haven't been in this area long enough to work out how it compares on my own or anyone else's," The Doctor gave a shrug on that while still continuing the explanation. "Still, doesn't stop it from being an incredible tale and an incredible site to behold; it definitely makes for an interesting memorial for a unique creature that gave his life so that the universe could live, would you?"

"Oh?!" Everyone noticed immediately when the Doctor said "unique creature" and was about to asked what he meant by that, but the Doctor as always beat them to the punch.

"Well technically it was the site of it's death, anyway." The Doctor said with a casual shrug and tone. "The Temperon - that was the creature's name; it was a unique creature who was a time-dwelling life-form, with an origin so far into the past that even my own people were confused by it- was being used by a group of space warriors called the Knights of Valyesha in their time-travel experiments, and then..."

His voice then trailed off with a grim expression on his face as he stared towards the nebula before them, his ancient eyes flickering between them and the nebula with his whole expression becoming serious and firm, and that was the moment when all of the Companions realize that they have to pay very close attention, because for all their years of knowing the Doctor, there were only a few times were he was rarely serious and if that ever happens, they knew that they should just shut up and listen with a teaspoon and an open and attentive mind and an understanding heart as it might as well be important for their own survival as well as the many other innocent peoples, beings, and civilizations that may be saved and spared from further bloodshed and death and that their many adventures throughout the years can attest to that experience.

After how many relative minutes had past for them all in the TARDIS, the Doctor seemed to finally make a decision to continue speaking, with a solemn expression on his face as he turns a wistful look towards the control console which was located in the middle room of The TARDIS, as though it were a reminder of a certain something that was important to him.

"The experiments were used by The Knights of Valyesha in order to conquer my planet, and they actually did managed to succeed for a time with the Temperon unwillingly acting as their means of time travel; I was only able to stop it by letting The Temperon sacrificed itself to keep it's would-be-masters contained forever..."

Everyone was very silent on that, with the companions looking at the Doctor with the eyes of sympathy, empathy, and understanding due to always remembering that while the Doctor always wins in the end, they noticed that people around him tend to die at the wake of such a costly victory, with the Doctor always losing something or someone important in the end. It was one of the many constants in his long millennia old and ancient life which is one of the main reasons why the Doctor decided to trained them in any form of survival skill lesson that anyone and anything can think of in order to better protect themselves and think on their own two feet with the constant reminder that the Doctor does not always come to save the day and that they need to be ready for the expected and unexpected events to come.

Then the Doctor said suddenly while clapping his hands together, which brought the Companions out of there deep thoughts of reflection for a while as they all noticed the clap, as he looked towards them with a casual smile that was on his.

"Right then; So, given that there is more to see out there than we do here in the vast and diverse multiverse, and since I've been the only one who was picking and choosing our current destinations and travels for the most part as of late, I should probably ask, do all of you have any preferences on where and when do we go next."

Everyone was still silent on that offer, with something nagging in their own guts about what something seems to be wrong about this situation along with a very deep thoughtful expression on The Doctor's offer while remembering the story of the sacrifice of The Temperon and of course, they couldn't really forget, his people - the Time Lords of the planet Gallifrey - one of the most powerful members of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA).

They would recall such a story. One that was told to them through many passing hints and stories. At each piece of knowledge, the companions could only grew sad with each passing second of each piece of the tale. As each piece grew, so too was their delicate sense of knowledge and understanding of what their second father had to do as a whole.

He fought his very own people, specifically those among the highest body of government, with much greater difficulty on his part because he could not condone on what his people were to accomplish.

The Ultimate and Final Sanction.

A process that involves to escape the disintegration of the Whoniverse Multiverse due to being the Ground Zero of the Time War by having the whole Time Lord race shed their corporeal bodies and become creatures of consciousness alone, ones that would escape the effects of time and of cause and effect. However, the price would be far too high as it would involve the creation of a paradox so severe that the resulting spatial-temporal rupture would rip the Time Vortex apart, bringing down not just the Whoniverse, but other multiverses above, below, and beyond. An act of genocide in the highest order at the cause of salvation for one people.

He had to make the ultimate choice. One that he had to carefully ponder from every single nanosecond.

Gallifrey or the Multiverse.

He chose the latter. He chose the multiverse.

The companions, one by one, suddenly enveloped the Doctor in a group hug, much to the Doctor's great surprise and bewilderment, without the utterance of a single word, because they knew to themselves that words were not enough in this situation and that sometimes actions are the most necessary course to follow, for they sometimes speak much louder than words. Out of gratitude, out of sympathy, out of empathy, for the countless multitude of sacrifices that he had made for them, for all of humanity, for all of sentient and non-sentient life, for all the various pantheons, and for all of the higher and younger races. Then The Doctor returned the hug happily, with the TARDIS herself feeling most grateful and pleased with the companions and their efforts of comfort. And with that, a silence followed. One that was most needed even in these depressing moments.

Bonds were strengthen further and sturdier like iron as time moves on. From the moments when the Doctor and his companions first met up to the present moment of now. Hearts full of gold along with lines full of bronze and silver.

Onward towards adventure. Onward towards hope.

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01_A_Certain_Magical_Index

Once upon a time, in the multiverse setting of the Kazuma Kamachi Verse, there was once a significant universe that that houses the events of a script (timeline) that is known as A Certain Magical Index where there was a certain special young man by the name of Touma Kamijou - The Imagine Breaker, a self proclaimed normal high school student who uses his right hand to only save but never kill, to reach out to others, and to destroy their illusions. He was destined to lose his memories twice, first through the side of science and then through the side of magic in order to complete the cycle which was imposed upon him. He was destined to meet the sister who would bear over 103,000 grimoires in total, taking him under his wing but at the very cost of his very own memories, forever creating a blank slate that has yet to find a place in this world, living up to the legacy of the one who carries the past. The same person who is at the same time a completely different one.

However, all of that would not have mattered for it didn't happened anyway.

Take your pick.

Getting erased from existence entirely. Your timeline shredded to the point of unrecognizability. The planet that you lived in suddenly got vaporized in an instant with no amount of warning. Your friends and families ceasing to exist, forever replaced by other people you didn't know. Your entire existence being [REDACTED]. Your past being turned against you. Your future turning against you.

So many countless things could be and would be done to you without your even knowing it. For events in the World of A Certain Magical Index have started to crumble one upon another.

How many times must have happened without your noticing it?

One day, you were the main character who was known for your importance to the plot. With the power of your right hand, you could use it to negate and do battle against the beings of supernatural power and ability, instantly winning against all odds just as the script would intend for the role of a hero. You would be forced to forever fight the battles that would weigh deeply and heavily on his own soul.

A main character who is a good person at heart, one with the constant desire to make absolutely sure that as many people as possible are as happy as they can because he truly feels as though they are deserved that happiness. However, at the same time, he does have an aspect of brokenness within himself that has unfortunately meant that he can't really think of himself in the same 'world view' as those he wants to protect. In this sense, he would be, to give an apt comparison, a great 'shield' character; standing in the way of harm without seeking credit for the things he's done.

Touma Kamijou. The main character of the World of A Certain Magical Index.

However, that same main character would forever undergo a terrible ordeal that is so subtle and precise that his right hand of negation, along with the Dragons who reside within him, and other unknown powers and abilities, would forever be rendered null and void against the Enemy. For the Enemy - the Axis Powers, taking the role of the author by force, felt that the role in the plot was unnecessary - that a book didn't actually need a hero at all, that the plot could get on just fine without someone sorting everything out and righting all the wrongs.

The Time War stretches, permeates, and retroactively touches throughout every single corner of the Kazuma Kamachi Verse. No story (universe and timeline) which is contained within that world was spared. No one could stop it. Nothing could stop it.

Not even the all powerful being - The "White" Queen who Wields the Sword of Unsullied Truth, to whom, despite all of her power and ability, one who had the feats to make her virtually unstoppable, was forever rendered null and void as the more powerful members of the Axis Powers subdued her by force.

The script (timeline) of The Unexplored Summon:/Blood-Sign becomes nothing. Rendered defunct. Utterly undone. Leaving no survivors.

Burning. Burning. Burning.

Souls harvested for war and death. Tentacles of eldritch shapes begin to manipulate the laws, making it like unto their very own. Chaos. Insanity. Madness. Such things were as the common normality for those that walked the very paths of space-time who see such death and devastation all around them.

A young man by the name of Kyousuke Shiroyama. The same young man who summoned the White Queen. The same young man who has the irresistible compulsion to help and assist others as soon as the words "help me" were said in one shape or form. The same young man who would not consider himself a righteous hero due to blaming oneself as the root of the world's current problems, feeling the epitome and burden of personal responsibility in the wake of the White Queen. The same young man who continues to fight, all the while cannot shake off the accursed words of "help me" from his own mind, believing that he does not have the right for him alone to be happy when he was ultimately the trigger for a catastrophic event.

This same young man was unfortunately the only survivor.

He failed. He failed. He failed.

He failed to save everyone. The White Queen, the one who have certain twisted feelings for him, was captured, tortured, and experimented upon by the Axis Powers. The world that he knew became no more. He was left with utterly nothing in return. All of his hopes and dreams were shattered in the wake of the ever living present horror that he would see for his very own eyes. For living undead and undying became the lot of those who could not resist such tidings of the flesh. Such epitome of madness and folly as living concepts became eaten whole and alive. No meta-era of perspective has forever escaped such gnawing horrors of the world. Indescribable leeches would wreak havoc as it consumes all.

All he knew, gone, in the forever blinkage of an eye.

He laid down crying in pain and agony, with no sense of hope, with nothing left to go back to as the timelines shift around him.

Until...

When chance came, he was being given the hand of salvation. For he looks up to find a man of foreign origins.

This man seemed stern and determined to the core. His green-brown eyes spoke of longevity, the likes of which none could ever foresee. A beard that has both a moustache and goatee with all hair on the cheeks shaved. All of them were gray.

"Come with me."

Something in him told him to go. Something in him told him to listen to this mysterious man, to whom he would eventually know by the name that he once carried.

The Doctor.

And as he was saved in due time, becoming eventually a Jedi Lord of the Holy Order, taken under the wing and protection of the Angelus, trained in the Ways of the Force, forever honing and further developing his potential which could not be said of any other, but unlike him, not many others were seemingly blest which such a graceful form of salvation as era upon era, epoch upon epoch became totally undone and stretch too thin and too far, extending and destabilizing the regions of space-time.

As all hell breaks loose, the fighting intensifies.

Heavy Object. Intellectual Village no Zashiki Warashi. Simple Series. The Circumstances Leading to Waltraute's Marriage. The Weakness of Beatrice the Level Cap Holy Swordswoman That Made Being the Strongest Even More Trouble – His Name? Boo Boo. Magistealth Bad Trip. Apocalypse Witch. Many unknown others that have been rendered unrecorded and inaccessible, forever rendered [REDACTED] as Enemy Contact would forever reach its metaphorical shores.

No survivors. No survivors. No survivors.

"BEGIN THE REPLICATION OF THE PHASES. SHIFT ALL PHASES TO SECTORS 555.544, 372.333, 112.333, AND 2000.333." The Supreme Dalek would forever utter in a commanding tone of authority, all the while as all of its subordinates would agree upon one phrase alone, totaled in complete uniformity.

"WE OBEY!"

The phases. Layers applied over the world - the entire universe or reality itself, which acts like a veil or filter, and changes how the world appears to be. Those would now be weaponized in full efficiency and capacity as the war machines of terrifying magnitude begin to work to its utmost in fulfillment of the Axis War Effort.

The world, as it is normally perceived, is not pure and untouched - various layers, or phases, exist over it and act like filters, affecting how it appears. By applying new phases over it or manipulating the existing ones, the world can be altered. One that the Daleks would gladly exploit to their heart's (or appendages') content.

Many phases have different forms of energy locked within them, such as the Telesma present within Heaven, which can be brought out through various means. Some of them may also hold life-forms, often in the form of energy masses, such as the angels within Heaven. These so-called lifeforms were EXTERMINATED with extreme prejudice, with the different forms of energy being totally harvested, replicated upon contact as the war machines rung and revel in its terrible sound of cold and calculating efficiency.

Magic was now ripe for the taking for it is forever linked to the use of the phases.

All have fallen. All have fallen once. All have fallen forever.

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02_Detective_Conan

Once upon a time, in the multiverse setting of Gosho Aoyama, there was once a significant universe that houses the events of a script (timeline) that is known as Detective Conan, or Case Closed, whichever it be called or preferred to be called and given. For there was a young man by the name of Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective, reverting back into the age of an elementary schooler, Conan Edogawa, eventually becoming involve in a plot of conspiracy that involves the Black Organization.

The boy's timeline is filled with complications. The floating timeline mechanism has been given function. Seeming contradictions were found. Many plot holes were not fulfilled and addressed. The boy's struggle seemed endless, with him not growing up as he should, forever stuck eternally young along with the rest of his world.

So many contradictions. So many unanswered questions. Characters age little or not at all over a period of time—despite real-world markers like notable events, people and technology appearing in the works and correlating with the real world.

Mysterious in subtle tactics. Forever imposing upon gods and mortals alike. Factions and powers would begin with subtle tactics to manipulate the insignificant parts of history to its favor.

A severe but unavoidable contradiction between the amount of time characters claim has passed and how much time has apparently passed according to the reader. These contradictions make it impossible to realistically determine when certain events in the current timeline happened exactly, since 20+ years of cases, seasons, and holidays are being crammed into "less than one year". For on one account, it considers that approximately 250 days have passed since he young detective, Shinichi Kudo, became Conan Edogawa.

Floating. Floating. Floating.

Nothing left untouched. Nothing left unturned.

For Faction Paradox came out to play. For conventional history dates the significant date to the years of 1994, 1996, and 2017. Three major contradictions as to what took place in the significant event that trounced upon the infamous case of Tropical Land. Time has enfolded in and of itself. An enfolded timeline. Events happened on this world that make no sense from the outside perspective. Shinichi Kudo stands at the center of the enfolded timeline.

At this point, the Faction's doomed Cult of Celebrity Death was in fashion, and two days before Shinichi Kudo was due to be lured to his destiny on a significant location, in the the outskirts of Tropical Land (by the agents Gin and Vodka - unknown pawns of the infamous Committee of 300), the Cult snatched him away to the Eleven-Day Empire, where he took the confirmation name of Inquisitor. Naturally, in order not to alert the any other Temporal Power to this level of interference, the Faction left behind a duplicate Shinichi Kudo, a homunculus grown from human biomass by the same process used in the remembrance tanks of the Remote. Though the duplicate wasn't an exact match for the original's biodata profile, the Cult reasoned that as he only had two days to live it wouldn't attract much comment.

This is where things started to go wrong. One day before Shinichi's inevitable change into Conan, the Celestis arrived a few months earlier upon closer perspective. Entirely unaware that the Faction had made a switch, and always on the look-out for ''well-trained dead'' to act as their vassals, the Lords of the Celesits offered the duplicate a deal: if the great Shinichi Kudo would agree to take on the Celestis's Mark of Indenture, he'd be recorporated after his death and be given an afterlife in heaven, where, he was assured, he'd be able to put his philosophy of truth and justice to the test.

Though the duplicate had a selection of both Shinichi's memories and Faction protocols hardwired into its biomass, all it had been told was that if it encountered agents of another power then it shouldn't try to argue with them. Faux-Shinichi therefore agreed to the deal, and the Celestis returned to their own private heaven of Mictlan believing that the original article was now their property. And on the night of the destined transformation, the duplicate happily went to its death instead of the "canon" transformation into one of a young boy of an adult mind, in the basement of one random suburban house. Gin offered the poisoned apotoxin and water: the duplicate forcibly drank and waited to die.

But the death never came, at least not in the formed it expected. By this time, a Temporal Power, the Xanatos Insignia, had noticed something amiss on Japan, and stepped in to do something about it. Wrongly assuming that the Cult of Celebrity Death would attempt to remove Shinichi Kudo from history at the moment of his demise, they pinpointed the individual who appeared to be Shinichi Kudo and planted a small-scale ghost cluster device inside it. The cluster weakened the duplicate's link to the continuum around it, and in it's place the Chapters of the Insignia rapidly constructed their own duplicate, a limited-lifespan construct introduced to faux-Shinichi's body in an embryonic state but primed to draw both human tissue and temporal stability from its 'host'.

Xanatos Insignia constructs are, by default, immune to most forms of biological poisoning. Seeing only that the poison attempt had failed, Gin decided just to shoot his victim in the chest. Unfortunately, at this moment of total death the Mark of Celestis alerted Mictlan to the duplicate's passing. The Celestis activated the re-corporation process, and much to the agent's horror Shinichi Kudo stood up again.

In one account, the resurrected Shinichi Kudo is described as an unholy terror, more beast than man, an incarnation of chaos and insanity that walks in the path of blood, the blood of both innocent and guilty, sporting the clothes of the infamous Clown Prince of Crime of Gotham City. This would surprise nobody. Technically the Mark should have put the resurrected Shinichi Kudo under the control of the Celestis, but its biodata was still being rewritten by the Xanatos Insignia while its base flesh had been grown and primed by Faction Paradox. The resultant creatures was effectively two zombies in one. Lost, bewildered and torn apart by three different kinds of condition, the monstrosity couldn't do much more than lash out at its twofold murderers before making a confused attempt to escape. It took multiple gunshot, bludgeoning and stab wounds to bring the walking corpse down, and eventually the conspirators dumped it into the river, where the freezing water finally slowed its bodily functions to a complete stop. The creature's last known words, babbled in Xanatos Insignia dialect, are believed to have been: 'Thank God.'

The debacle was such an all-round embarrassment that few of those involved will now even mention it. And if that wasn't so terrible enough, it would appear that the man known among many throughout the higher and lower spheres as the Doctor, before his eventual descent into Karn, still in his battered eighth incarnation who sported the face of Paul McGann, is the second father, guardian, and godfather of Shinichi Kudo and a family friend of the Kudo family.

When he heard about this all-round embarrassment through rumors and gossip... Let's just say that things went the way of the microbes for those who were guilty in the manipulation of his second son.

It was on that very moment that an unspoken agreement between the War Era parties to leave ''celebrities'' alone, doomed or otherwise: the lesson being that big figures in history might have any number of factions trying to steer their paths, whereas obscure, anonymous agents are far more reliable. This unspoken agreement however would never last as expected for such a war that overturns even the firm decisions of the highest peak.

And for that anticipated reason, the Doctor would request for many of his allies among the Temporal Powers to begin to fortify the defenses of this universe and the multiverse setting it occupies. A fortified wall of conception that blocks all known and unknown Enemy attack.

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03_Haruhi_Suzumiya

Once upon a time, in the multiverse setting of Nagaru Tanigawa, here was once a significant universe that houses the events of a script (timeline) that is known as Haruhi Suzumiya where there was a young man whose name is [REDACTED], being called under the alias "Kyon", a normal high school student who was forced into a ludicrous life as the guardian of a subconscious reality warper of unknown nature - a high school student by the name of Haruhi Suzumiya, who with accompaniment of Mikuru Asahina - Time Traveler, Itsuki Koizumi - Esper, and Yuki Nagato - Alien, would forever be renown as the SOS Brigade, an unoffical club that includes the following tasks of entertaining the aforementioned Haruhi, whose unique personality makes this difficult... and also because if she gets frustrated her own reality-altering powers can destroy or remake the world. The club must also cover up problems caused by Haruhi's uncontrolled powers and the strange phenomena attracted to these powers, and they must also hide evidence of them from Haruhi and presumably everyone else. As a result, club members frequently engage in ordinary, "slice of life" activities such as playing baseball or filming a student movie, which sometimes become life- or even world-threatening events, but must continue to pretend to be engaging in ordinary activities while simultaneously solving the real problem.

Time Traveler. Esper. Alien. And yet... No Slider. That changed the moment when forces from above and beyond got involved.

A player. An unknown name. A anomalous entity. A self insert who poses under a high school student of North High.

This self insert was tasked with only one objective.

To infiltrate the SOS Brigade. To terminate Haruhi Suzumiya, thereby derailing the countless events that defines the script (timeline) of Haruhi Suzumiya.

However, in each turn was opposed by none other than Kyon who would be the most suspicious of the lot, always the one who keeps the closest watch upon the self insert, seeming to have the natural gift of foresight for spotting things of unordinary nature.

In battles that seemed subtle. In a shadow war between Kyon and the self insert. Neither couldn't defeat the other. Neither couldn't kill the other.

Stalemate. Subtlety. Mystery.

In all that time, factions and powers would take advantage of the sabatoge that began with the self insert.

Endless Eight - 15,532 loops in total, weaponized under the Forty-Fifth Regiment of What Ifs, replicating each loop and making it its own world, turning it and its inhabitants into puppet soliders for the What Ifs.

Timelines crumbled. Horrors gnawing beneath the shadows of the seemingly normal high school. Eerie sounds were heard. A touch of malevolence was felt. Death was subtle and yet ever so present. People suddenly dropped death. No one could do anything about it. Nothing could stop this. No one could stop this.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

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04_Re:_Creators

Once upon a time, in the multiverse setting of Re:Creators, here was once a significant universe that houses the events of a script (timeline) that is known as Re:Creators, home to humans who have the power of Creation, the power to create multiverses of complexity in the blink of over a countless sea of thoughts and imagination. For there was a young man by the name of Sota Mizushino, an aspiring Creator, faced with the destiny of losing the one significant woman of his life, Yuna "Setsuna" Shimazaki, and thereby gave rise to the grieving creation of no known ties to any Creations, Altair, whose goal was the complete and total eradication of the World of the Gods.

However, such rise to fictions gave the meta-textual anomalies the full use of their capacity for such riddles of sorrow and suffering.

To begin with the effects were small, even humorous. Limited as yet in space, less so in time, it ranged out reaching through Earth's history and onward down the branches of the spreading tree of human history to the many other worlds of the fiction time scale. To it they were spring and summer fruit from the history tree, succulent and delicious. Where it seemed to have mouths, they seemed to water. On one colony world in the far future, men lost the ability to intuit circles. On another the colour red became indistinguishable from blue for three-quarters of an hour, one Wednesday in May, by their version of the calendar.

One part of it reached back. Long ago and far away in the past, the Creators and the Creations lost any but the most tenuous forms of communication, driving evolution to desperate expedients to salvage their species' potentials.

These were minor excisions, nibbles, almost love bites. It was not yet established. Eventually it would eat all meaning, everywhere, and then without destruction the universe would have become a wasteland, populated by creatures rendered senseless and reasonless. A sequence of unresolvable incomprehensible empty events being bled of their energy for ever to feed a single creature. Unseen, unfelt, un-thought of, the worlds of the universe would pass away.

The feast of the memeovores have just begun.

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05_Code_Geass

Once upon a time, here was once a significant universe that houses the events of a script (timeline) that is known as Code Geass, home to the Three Superpowers: the Holy Britannian Empire, the United Republic of Europia, and the Chinese Federation. For there was a young man by the name of Lelouch vi Britannia, hiding under the name Lelouch Lamperouge, destined to lead the world towards peace through the art and skill of the revolutionary chess of war, becoming the symbol, the number of Zero, signifying his allegiance to those who were rendered as numbers.

His story from beginning to end was played well in Shakesperean delight and craft. The face of the young man who becomes the villain in order for all of the world to direct its hatred upon himself. A heroic act that was unrecognized, deeming to be that of the death of a dictator who was given the justice that he deserved.

However...

Such a story (timeline) get's turned immediately on its head.

For the timelines shift. For important individuals and groups turned up and disappear. All of the factors were rendered undone. Change was ever present. In subtlety, one could witness the victory of the Numbers while on the other side was the victory of the Britannians.

The Committee of 300 has infiltrated the world through the governments of incompetence and corruption, fanning out the flames of war which would render the planet into total chaos and travesty. Derails come and go as Lelouch get's challenged by forces beyond his comprehension.

As the itty bitty details of increasing length grew in great strength, so were the editing tactics of the Enemy.

Groundhog Day ensued for the exiled Britannian Prince. From the Shinjuku Ghetto to the Zero Requiem.

Each loop differed in nature. Each loop has one turned against one another. The damage to reality was subtle and yet ever increasing. A widened paradoxical gap was suddenly unleashed upon the World of Code Geass. Lelouch couldn't do anything but live in endless repeatable moments. Ones filled with pain and suffering. Ones that have either Nunnally and Shirley die. Ones which would drive him literally over the edge up to the brink of insanity until he finally didn't care, becoming dead on the inside, watching and reliving as the world burns around him.

The Thought Elevator was blown to kingdom come (or it never did). The structures that would forever link to the abilities of Geass were forever lost in the burning scarlet flames (or it was never truly lost). The Ragnarok Connection would never come to be (or it would always come to be). The Sword of Akasha was used (or not used) to kill (or not to kill) the gods, bringing everything to a close, to reunite all humans, both living and dead, as a single will, believing that it would create a gentle and better world without lies or conflicts.

An Instrumentality that renders the complete lost of free will and more to the collective unconsciousness. One that became the weapon of sharp contrast which would be used for the War. Souls harvested. Living and dead. More weapons. More pawns. More were for the plundering. More were for the taking.

Nothing could undo it. Nothing could stop it.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

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Observations_of_the_Warrior

The entire re-weaving had chop that much off of their personal timeline – only a few relative minutes to hours of meta-time.

These five were one of countless many insignificant events (from the perspective of those among the higher spheres) that were altered and changed.

Sometimes a change would spawn longer and shorter timelines. Mostly they spawned shorter ones, as everyone and everything died all around him.

The Warrior - The Doctor of War - The Renegade was in all eight of his regenerations at once, now, and more than that; in the many different alterward, paraward, and otherward timelines where and when a regeneration went differently, or he (or sometimes she, now) ran through them quicker and got to nine, ten, eleven, twelve – all the way up until thirteen, and when that one ran out sometimes the High Council gave him more (or less). It was mad, being so many people at the same time, but it was better than being dead, because he was that, too; in increasingly many different alterward, paraward, and otherward timelines where and when he didn't survive to reach this point at all. Oh, he knew exactly why the true gods and fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods from the Multiple Pantheons could no longer stand in this wretched War, for some of them were existing in so many states at once which might have been their default from before such as War and Peace, but when all of those states were consisting of only War and of only Death, such existence turned Heaven into Hell.

The War against Death. That's what the Last Great Time War was known by. That was something that his TARDIS would eternally remember it by.

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Multiverse_Settings_101

So many had gathered. So many are now here. Students. Staff. Others. Old and New. Young and Old. All of them who were acquainted one way or another with the Time Lord known as the Doctor.

To so many people, the Doctor was many things.

An inspiration. A hero. A savior. A mentor. A guardian. A father and friend to many.

A man who never gives up. A man who never gives in.

In all the time that they could recall, a recalling of memories for so many people from all walks of life, from many different types of backgrounds, they could only remember of the man who upholds his name with ever growing fondness, with a positive spectrum of reminiscence, with the never changing opinion of happiness.

The Doctor.

An alien. Someone who wasn't human. Belonging to a race of beings who were nothing but of the divine. Few races could dare surpass such a species. Everything that you could think of that could apply and define such as nigh omnipotent species who's accomplishments and efforts were well renown across the wider multiverse.

Fear. Respect.

Such a species that are the gods to the gods. And that was the species to whom this man would tend to belong.

The man who never gives up. The man who never gives in.

The man who's accomplishments resulted in numerous myths and legends surrounding him.

In all the time that they could recall, there was one of many constants surrounding the mysterious man of such dignity, rank, and stature who has defended Humanity, everyone else, and the entirety of the Known and Unknown Multiverse.

One that concerns that of his people.

The Time Lords of Gallifrey.

To everyone among the wide audience, no matter what floor they were present in, this was the most concerning part.

He barely even talks about his own people, only mentioning them from time to time, whether if it was simple bedtime stories, or history lessons, or in simple passing.

It was a topic of delicate concern. One that was very sensitive. One that nobody among the wide audience would dare to even try to ask.

To the ten significant persons among the crowd, those who were the nearest in the ever widen complex shapes of the presentation hall, with advanced holoscreens being shown and projected no matter what floor anyone was in, it was something that concerned them most of all, especially to the first three who were in the know.

To Lord Ren Fuji - Lord Tenma Yato - Lord Setsuna, Agent Andrew William "Andy" Barclay, and President John Connor, who especially knew among themselves, for they experience first hand of the same experiences that the Doctor, their second father, had been through, being alongside him during those inconsistent dark years.

To the rest of them, to Koichi Minamoto, Taki Tachibana, Touma Kamijou, Conan Edogawa - Shinichi Kudo, Kyon, Sota Mizushino, and Lelouch Lamperouge - Lelouch vi Britannia, they knew first hand of what is now about to be spoken of at this moment in time, for in many hints, revelations, and experiences, they could attest as to why the Doctor, their second father, was acting thus so which was notice in one degree or another.

All of them, members of Team TARDIS, knew of the hidden secrets that lie in the darkness. They knew of what was not known before anyone else.

They recalled one of their own, Touma Kamijou, once asking the Doctor on whether they get to see his planet when they were young. But the Doctor only sported a grimaced expression, speaking in a tone that was low and grim, a hint of the "Truth" that would set the tone for whatever conversations regarding the Time Lords in general, and as a consequence, having a piece by piece information that would provided to them one way or another.

A moment of realization, common to all of them. The gravity of the topic that has stretched and affected the Known and Unknown Multiverse, with their respective multiverses being one among many that were most affected, with all of their lives becoming changed too drastically, known and unknown, with all of their scripts (timelines), original or otherwise, edited and undone, with the future becoming an unknown, with the past becoming a blank slate, with the present being a white canvas, ready for an artist to paint with a multitude of colors.

"It's gone, Touma; My planet, we can't go there because... because it doesn't exist anymore."

When that was spoken one time, the main companions would begin to take notice of the wording of the tone, along with terms such as "gone" and "doesn't exist anymore".

Sympathy. Empathy. Shock. Horror.

A realization that was both depressing and disturbing.

The Time Lords were NO MORE

The worse part of all of this is that the Doctor, their second father, was known as "The Last of the Time Lords"; The Last of his Kind. In other words, he was completely and utterly ALONE.

No Family.

No Friends.

No Love Ones.

No Home.

No One.

Nothing.

A very disturbing implication. One that many among the main companions were determined to find out for themselves. And so they asked around, whether if it was the rest of their fellow main companions who knew of it, or if it was their teachers among the 12 Core of the Multiverse League of Extraordinary Gentleman and Ladies, and those in the know. And with each piece of the puzzle that was given for them to put together, they ultimately realize why this was so. For this was one that was sometimes discussed among everyone in TARDIS School. An unforgettable conflict that could never be forgotten no matter how much or how little relative time had seemed to pass.

The War to End All Wars.

The Pa-Jass Vortan.

The Last War in Heaven.

The Last Great Time War.

A spatio-temporal war that was fought between the Allied Forces, to which the Time Lords were one of them, and the Axis Powers, to which their second father's archnemesis, the Daleks, were one of them. It was fought for the sake of All Creation, Reality, and Existence itself. It was one that would now be unfortunately shown to all who gathered in this ever living ship, as the crowds that has many different types of individuals from many different species would begin to sport a mixture of different expressions that range from dread and grimace.

The Daleks of Skaro.

What they were told about them. What they had all been taught. Those who were gathered in this present moment. The many wars and conflicts that were fought between them and the human race and other species and civilizations. The many countless information that were deemed "Classified" and "[REDACTED]" Their own physical appearance that was found in a couple of pictures that they would look at from time to time.

One might think that their physical appearance appears absolutely ridiculous and a little hard to take seriously. However, they would not be fooled in the slightest bit due to many experiences surrounding them all.

Appearances can often be deceiving. It was one of many constants that many had to learn the hard and harsh way.

In truth, the Daleks are the most dangerous, the most dreaded, and the most hated creatures in any known universe and beyond; and that they were a very great threat to many while becoming the ultimate symbol of fascism throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse; and that they were fascism incarnate taken to its logical, extreme, and horrifying conclusion.

They were what you might call the True Nazis of the Known and Unknown Multiverse, along with being known as the Expert Killers of Gods, Monsters, and Demons alike.

They were the Living Anti-Thesis of All that is Good and True.

They were the Ultimate Symbol of All the Evils of the Known and Unknown Multiverse.

For the name of the Daleks in the extinct language of the Dals translates to one single phrase from The Forbidden Book of Predictions.

"...and on that day, men will become as gods."

In the eyes of everyone who were present, especially that of people like Lelouch or those who lived under tyrannical regimes and empires, the Daleks made fascist organizations, societies, and empires throughout the local and wider multiverse such as the Nazis Party and the Holy Britannian Empire look like saints and simpletons by comparison and pathetic children with a tantrum at best.

Many would recall of what the Doctor once told the, of who and what the Daleks truly are, and of the grave reason as to why should they be taken absolutely seriously as a threat, speaking in a tone that was grim which has brought to the attention of everyone who would hear with their own ears or their equivalent of them.

"The Daleks are my oldest and most terrible ancient enemies, genetically created and engineered on the planet Skaro after a Thousand Years of War between the Kaleds, who were the ancestors of the Daleks, and the Thals, and was created and engineered by a madman and a chief scientist of the Kaleds by the name of Davros, Creator of the Daleks and one of my most dangerous and relentless archenemies. The Daleks were stripped of all emotion that you could truly think of except hatred, anger, rage, and spite for all Non-Dalek Life, and they were all placed inside an armed casing, programmed from the moment of creation to regard all other life-forms as inferior and them as the superior-life form; they want absolutely nothing more than the total extermination of all sentient and non-sentient life and they would kill with no conscience, no hesitation, and no remorse because to them, it wasn't a Dalek and anything that is not a Dalek deserves to die in their eyes."

That was something that could never be forgotten. And it wasn't just this statement that utterly dumbfounded them to the point of silent dread at the very mention of the Daleks.

They couldn't forget the time when the Doctor once showed to them via projection of a single archived video that presents the conversation that had happened between the Doctor, when he was in his fourth incarnation, and the mad man who invented such twisted abominable creatures.

They heard it. They heard the answer that was said with no conscience and remorse. Just madness. Just insanity. Just megalomania. Just a simple matter of fact which was tinged in madness and insanity against the backdrop of an unfortunate world that was bombed thoroughly in nuclear fire for a thousand years. It was something that made them and everyone else feel very uncomfortable, not truly liking the kind of implications that were known and felt.

The Fourth Doctor: "Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact. A virus that would destroy all other forms of life, would you allow it's use?"

Davros: "It is an interesting conjecture."

The Fourth Doctor: "Would you do it?"

Davros: "The only living thing. A microscopic organism reigning supreme. A fascinating idea!"

The Fourth Doctor: "But would you do it?"

Davros: "Yes. Yes. To hold in my hand a capsule that contains such power to know that life on death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb was enough to break the glass that would end everything. Yes! I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods and through The Daleks, I shall have that power!"

That was a conversation that felt truly terrifying to the core. Many people who were watching this were sporting many different reactions. All of them were of the negative variety, in a mixture of the negative spectrum, tinge in total condemnation and disgust at the face of incarnate madness that is irradiated down to the bone.

Many who had watched said archived video such as Kazuto Kirigaya - Kirito and his girlfriend and in-game wife, Asuna Yuuki, along with every single person of went through the ordeal of Sword Art Online, and other players of any virtual reality such as ALfheim Online and others, Arita Haruyuki - Silver Crow and his girlfriend Kuroyukihime - Black Lotus, along with all the members of Nega Nebulus, and every other Burst Linker, and everyone else among the audience who had watched it who where now there in the presentation hall, sporting many countless expressions of complete anger and disgust, tinge in the subtlety of horror and dread at the thought and realization of someone like Davros existing.

They recalled Yui - Kirito and Asuna's AI in-game daughter, and other young people of her seeming age, sporting expressions of horror. Yui in particular was grabbing unto Asuna, seemingly shaking, both physically, mentally, and emotionally as she, being an AI, comprehends the rather bleak conversation that shown on the advanced projection.

To most of everyone, there was this common thought that was present to all of their minds.

To compare Davros to people like Akihiko Kayaba, Nobuyuki Sugou, and any other main and minor enemy of all of their lives, was not really valid in their opinion. No, far from it. He makes all of them combined look like saints and simpletons by comparison. There's too much of a difference, likened to that of comparing the likes of Adolf Hitler and a couple of people who were of the negative vibe of sociopathy, psychopathy, and other negative extremes.

They recalled seeing not just this terrifying answer of the genocidal megalomaniac and madman who created the ever living dread of All of Creation, Reality, and Existence itself. They also recalled seeing the place that he came from. A world that has been bombed to the point of inhospitality.

Skaro.

Due to the Thousand Year War, or Neutronic War, the planet that hd become ravaged in constant radiation. Horrible creatures of all sorts were born under the effects of radiation. Various types of creatures that were borned from all shapes and sizes. So many people ending up dead or worse off than what they once were. The reason of the war being utterly forgotten to the point that no one among the two sides could truly remember anymore.

It was a terrible thought, full of depressing and horrific implications, that had shuddered the minds and hearts among those who came from universes marked under the term of the timeline and era that they came from who wield giant mecha on the battlefields of the ground and space such as Universal Century, Future Century, After Colony to Mars Century, After War, and Correct Century among a few infamous examples. People such as Amuro Ray, Domon Kasshu, Heero Yuy, Garrod Ran, and Loran Cehack among many examples could only look on at this bleak environment of Skaro with many range of expressions that befits their personalities and beliefs, seeing the very horrific ramifications of a war that had lasted for so very long, even to the point of forgetting the reason why both sides were even fighting in the first place, birthing new types of abominable creatures that kill and consume throughout the terrain of the once beautiful planet, was something that etched into their minds and hearts of those who wielded the infamous giant mecha that many were to know as Gundam.

Everyone who was present at the presentation hall had seen it. They see the soldiers of the Kaleds and the Thals fighting with every inch, nook, and cranny. They see the soldiers fighting and dying in the desolate wastelands, in the ever stinking pits of radiation, in the wild marshlands of the plain, in every place there was only nothing but war and conflict. Death was everywhere. No hope. Only despair. No rest for the weary and the wicked alike.

Child soldiers were the norm, being recruited in their early teens to fight and die for their respective species. An anachronistic mixture of technologies on the battlefield showed a society which had devolved rather than evolved, with combatants using energy weapons alongside rifles and machine guns and engaging in trench warfare as in Earth's early 20th century with minefields, barbed wire, and gas shells being used frequently during engagements. Their uniforms were frequently mismatched - soldiers could be seen wearing modern combat jackets made of synthetic fibre with other articles of uniform made of leather.

The constant use of nuclear, chemical, and biological weapons had led to genetic mutations among both Thals and Kaleds alike, disparagingly referred to as Mutos. The Mutos were driven out by the Thals and the Kaleds to keep their races pure. Discrimination at its most worst and terrifying.

It was to be an eternal reminder of what war and conflict would truly look like if you were to strip everything down to its core. A picture so bleak and depressing. The thought of living in such a world without any form of hope would truly capture the minds and hearts of all of those who watched such darkness taking shape and form.

They all recalled that very moment, in the midst of all of this endless horror, on the grim tone of the man who had been there many times before, filled with a warning which was sharply clear for all to hear, one that struck them deeply from their minds and hearts, to children, teenagers, and adults alike. It was a warning that needed to be extremely heeded and reminded of time and time again if they even have the slightest possibility of encountering the Daleks. Creatures that were born in the eternal hellfire of war and conflict.

"There is something that you all need to know about when you would eventually face the Daleks. You do not bargain with them. You do not reason with them. For they do not feel the concepts of pity or remorse or fear. For they do not feel the concepts of mercy and compassion. For it will never stop killing for every waking moment of their accursed existence. For it has only one thought and one word in its mind which summarizes all of the goals and ideals of the entire Dalek Race. EXTERMINATE."

The last word that was said to all. EXTERMINATE. An iconic infamous phrase that is well known and dreaded. A phrase that had struck everlasting fear upon gods and mortals alike. To destroy completely. To annihilate completely. That was it. A simple truth that was very hard to accept for all.

All species, whether good, bad, and everything in between, would tend to have one reason or another as to why they do what they do in the ordinary perspectives of life. Depending upon a matter of perspective, it could range from praiseworthy to utterly worthy of total condemnation without a shred of sympathy or empathy. The Daleks would fit neither category.

The Dalek's main objectives are simple to understand but hard to accept. To kill every last man, woman, and child. To kill every single species, whether if they were sentient or non-sentient. To kill everyone and everything in the sight of their eyestalks. To kill all Non-Daleks.

The Daleks are beings who were born to forever HATE for All of Eternity as it is in their nature.

No one and nothing would stand in their way. No person, no nation, no god would stand in their way.

They saw it all. After the Thousand Year War. The terrible atrocities that the Daleks committed in the name of their own goal. So many races and species suffered at their almighty plungers. Planets and stars were burn to dust. Nothing was left in its wake without any kind of pain and suffering that they would use to their twisted delight and pleasure, dialing down their gunsticks in order to inflict the worse pain that you could possibly imagine.

They saw it all. The various encounters and battles between the different incarnations of the Doctor and the Daleks throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse. The HELL that was left in the wake of these tentacled abominations who exceled and reveled in the nature of war and death. The twisted plans and strategies, in the coined term of "Xanatos Gambits" that were made by the Daleks, put into good use and effect in order to ensure the total success of their goals and ambitions, with efficiency and effectiveness, in order to reach the maximum kill number of the enemy by pretending to be their friends and that they come in peace and that they want to share their technology with them along with many other plans and counter plans and side plans with the long, short, and side cuts that comes with said plans.

To the shock and horror of them and many countless people who were present in the wide presentation hall, the Xanatos Gambits worked very extremely well, with the Daleks having a secure and firm victory with many ending up dead and the enemy defeated and exterminated.

So much suffering. So much death. Such was seen among those in the crowd with their own eyes.

How can something like this truly exist? What manner of creature could be this cold and heartless? What kind of monster were they dealing with here?

Questions filled with horror and dread were present in the minds and hearts of all who were watching these moments.

Many among those who were known by the coined term "Magical Girls" could only look at the Daleks in horror and dread. For this type and manner of creature was something that made their own rogue's gallery of enemies look like utter jokes and simpletons. For unlike their usual enemies, these monsters have a recorded kill count of many countless species and civilizations. This was one enemy that they could never truly fight with their usual tactics of love and friendship that would be extended to both friend and foe alike. This was a monster that literally had no amount of good left. This was a monster that needed to be put down for the sake of both friend and foe alike. A monster that could never truly reason with. A monster who's only purpose is to kill until there is literally nothing left off the face of existence.

It was a dreaded topic. A topic that struck all of their minds and hearts.

The ten main companions, second brothers in arms, especially to those such as Lord Ren Fuji, Agent Andy Barclay, and President John Connor, sporting a variety of expressions that were range in subtlety, filled to the brim with a grim familiarity and righteous anger, as they were as it were one of many who have the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with this kind of evil so many countless times. To their displeasured realization, the Daleks were one that they could not truly put down to extinction for good. The Daleks were like irritant cockroaches to them. No matter how hard that they tried, there will always still be survivors and remnants that would remain for one reason or another. It was something that they had to deal with, most in indirect fashion, as the actions of the Daleks were still pretty much felt even unto the present day.

But the worst was yet to come in this presentation. For the Doctor would eventually begin to speak to all of them about what had truly happened during the Last Great Time War. Many others who fought in the conflict such as the 12 Core and Unlimited Members, and other people of the know, would provide their own experiences and insights.

For the Time War was a time of eternal conflict. None could truly escape it. None could truly defy it. It would come for them no matter how much effort they try to escape. For it spreads from one universe to another, from one multiverse to another, from one setting to another.

They saw it all. The very beginning. The moment when the man known as the Doctor, a father figure to many, would eventually become known as someone else. One who carried the Name of the Doctor and yet at the same time was not of their number.

The War Doctor.

The Warrior. The Doctor of War. The Renegade.

These and many more titles were what he was known as by both ally and enemy alike. A time when he would forsake the Name of the Doctor, considering himself to be totally unworthy of it by the time the War hit the Fifth Segment. A time when he had failed to save the life of a woman who refused his help all because of one simple reason. That he was a Time Lord. For the Time Lords were just as hated as the Daleks at this point of the War, with some of his own universe barely even standing on its own two feet as everything all around him burns, seen and felt through his multi-dimensional senses.

'Don't touch me!'

That woman said it with such hatred, such disgust, something that made everyone turn pale as little by little, they see on what had now become of the once innocent escapade of saving people, turned and twisted on its head.

'I'm not part of the war,' the Doctor said with such sad and pleading eyes, nothing but a tone of honesty in spite of everything. 'I swear. I never have been.'

It was a scene that was truly heartbreaking and depressing to watch as they see the man known as the Doctor, one that was considered a father figure to many among TARDIS School, at the point of giving in and succumb to despair, turning from the once happy optimistic eighth incarnation to the battle hardened war incarnation that shows no sign of fear and was burning in a twofold resolve.

'You're a Time Lord.' the woman said with such spite, such hatred, such disgust at the sight of the man who only stretch out a hand of compassion upon her.

'Yes, but I'm one of the nice ones!' said the Doctor, trying to defuse the mood with such humor that was known to him.

'Get away from me!' said the woman once more.

'Look on the bright side. I'm not a Dalek.' said the Doctor, still trying make the woman see reason, giving comparisons between him and his archenemies amidst such anxiety, concern, and dread.

'Dalek, Time Lord, who can tell the difference any more.'

And when the words were spoken, fate was now officially sealed, never to be overturn, for a new beginning would arise in the fires and ashes, likened to that of a newly ignited phoenix.

Those among the audience couldn't help but have conflicted feelings towards the woman pilot who had made their beloved second father and teacher turned out the way he did.

Cass Fermazzi.

On the one hand, they understood what she was feeling. They understood her feelings. Her anger. Her hatred towards the Time Lords for all of the atrocities that were committed for the sake of victory. But they could not accept and tolerate the fact that she turned her hatred towards their second father who was only trying to help her escape her predetermined fate of death, only to reject that hand of salvation by closing the door on top of him, putting it on deadlock, even smiling in glee that seemed both sad and mad, almost liking the fact that she would be the one to smite a Time Lord and dragged him with her towards death. That was something that they could not ignore and tolerate as many among the crowd were clenching their fists, sporting expressions of anger and disgust at the sight of this woman. Then there was the Doctor, begging this woman to open the doors in order to ensure that she was saved from her fate. But try as he might, he was forever doomed to fail to rescue her as the ship crash lands into the surface of Karn, leaving them both dead, with the Doctor being revived only temporarily through the help of the Sisterhood of Karn.

"I became known to many as The Warrior. The Doctor of War. The Renegade. The Unarmed Man who has lead entire armies and fleets into battle against The Enemy."

That was what he was known by, spoken in a tone that was grave and full of regret which is felt by all. It was one that many could not look away from the moment he regenerated with the help and assistance of Lady Ohila and the Sisterhood of Karn.

'And here he is at last,' someone was saying, 'The man to end it all!'

It was a moment that no one among the audience could ever look away from.

"Doctor no more."

It was a phrase that was but a whisper, and yet was clearly heard by all. It was a phrase that had truly haunted them. It was a phrase that seem completely alien and wrong upon the man that they looked up to as their second father. It was one that made the children, teenagers, and even some of the adults of the audience cry in genuine tears as they see their second father and teacher taking up arms in order to do what must be done in the name of peace and sanity.

They saw his face. So young and yet so old. Clean shaven. Stern and determined. Green-brown eyes that was ancient and new. Messy brown hair. A voice that was distinct apart from the rest which was as deep as the ocean floor or as vast as the stars themselves. He was wearing the same bandolier that once belong to the woman who had once derided him for just being a member of a species that had done as much as wrong as the Daleks.

The Warrior. The Doctor of War. The Renegade.

They all saw his countless exploits, as much as it is given to allow, for clarity and moderation's sake in place of those who were watching.

They saw him pilot his ship, a TARDIS, a familiar blue box that had brought hope to all, now seen to grace the eternal hellish battlefields of space-time as it rams and destroys many Dalek Saucers and War Fleets left and right, front and back in the midst of multiple alien directions as a public introduction to set him apart from the rest of his incarnations.

Planets and stars blew apart in the blink of an eye. Countless galaxies and universes were dismantled. Realms of of mystery and enigma were razed shortly in any amount of relativity. So many of the enemy forces were simply crushed and undone by their lonesome. Eldritch abominations cower in fear and were utterly terrified at the face of him who would drive and mow them down in the face of simple objectives.

In all that was said and done, they saw a man who would do whatever it takes to win in a war that is nothing but the shadow of death. But they also saw a man who would try to continue to uphold the Name of the Doctor even despite seemingly rejecting it as he rescues whoever and however he can with no amount of stopping or resting.

Even after all this time, the man who was once known as the Doctor could never truly let go of his desire to help those in need. Such is the fact that made so many of the audience cry in tears of relief and sadness.

"In the younger days of my new war incarnation, in some part of me, I once saw the Time War as a challenge to overcome. This was a very great mistake on my part as I couldn't see the shape of the truth. Instead, it should of been a tragedy to be faced instead as I was forced to directly or indirectly kill men, women, and even children due to having no other choice as they were forcibly corrupted by all the evils that every single horror had spread because of this War. No matter what choice I make, they all die and rise again in the end, with no seeming end in sight."

They saw it. The many deaths and resurrections, unnatural in its extremity, horrific in atrocity. The endless repeats. The horrific loops. On one side, there were soldiers and grunts shooting at each other from one angle. On another angle, there were the incomprehensible entities changing the narratives of the scripts. War was everywhere. Death was everywhere. No peace in the midst of this conflict that rages on and on with no end in sight.

In one battle among countless many that was fought in the younger years of the war incarnation, there was the unforgettable and terrible battle between the him and an entity that was downright terrifying to behold as they hear its screeching alien sounds that could only come from an eldritch creature such as this.

"SHREEEE! SHREEEE! SHREEEE!"

The Morlontoa of the Seventh Sky.

A creature which was an unreality form - a colossal obscenity that stretched across dimensions, devouring anything in its path.

It was firing its spores at the planet- they twisted the internal realities of the people from the inside-out. Anything they touched would be transformed into a monstrous parody of itself. It was trying to build up a pollination, preparing to release an unreality wave that would wipe the planet from existence.

They saw the Doctor, along with his companion, Fey Truscott-Sade, The Ninth Prydonian Guard, The Sisterhood of Karn, and The 501st Legion of the STARS fighting against this eldritch abomination. The soldiers of the Prydonian Guard and the clone troopers of the 501st raised their weapons as they opened fired upon the spores, not letting one inch escape their very sight in order to ensure to safety of the all-children race of Loshann. Lady Ohila and the Sisterhood were raising their hands, conjuring up living symbols of pure strength and hope as they showered it upon the spores, destroying them upon impact.

They saw the Doctor trying to use a device that was known and described as a quantum-intrinsic field projector. It was a device that projects 'pure reason' by turning the Morlontoa's own power against it, ripping it apart from the inside out. He has already used this device to kill another one of the Morlontoa's own kind in the last week of relativity. It would not be different this time. This was a device that has the Time Lords and the clones needing to defend from the unreality spores and their twisted creations.

They could not unsee it. The plan worked just as intended. However, the price of victory became to high a cost which was unintended on the part of the Doctor and the rest that were involved in the hellish battlefield..

Many of the Loshann children being unfortunately caught up among the spores, turning them into twisted monsters, to which they were unfortunately gunned down by Fey and the rest of the clone troopers in order to protect the device as it does its work. One by one. Each of the twisted children were shot point blank. Fey couldn't help but shed a tear of sorrow and regret as she open fired continuously, not truly wanting this anymore than anyone else. This was the reality of the war. This was how things truly work. Things like morals and ethics. Things like the rules of war. They were all utterly for nothing in the face of this conflict were anything goes.

But all of that was of no avail regardless of such a victory. For the projector failed anyway as it got hit by one of the spores, destroying it.

At that moment, everyone had no choice but to evacuate the planet. For the planet was truly finished. They saw the Allied Forces, or what's left of them since the Ninth Prydonian Guard and most of the Sisterhood of Karn were killed upon the incoming stream of insanity that came from the Morlontoa, were now assisting the children of Loshann for a total evacuation.

They could not take their eyes off as the scenes of war were shown before their very eyes. Many women and children among the audience were crying continuously, seeing so much pain and suffering on the part of the all-children race of Loshann. This was evil. This was madness. This was something that no one should ever go through. And yet, this had truly happened. And the worse part is that this was just one among many countless incidents of unfortunate despair.

The audience could not take their eyes off for one second.

As they saw the entirety of the 501st Legion successfully evacuating most of the Loshann children off planet, with their HST LAAT gunships dematerializing for the Time Vortex as they head for the nearest safe zones in accordance with official orders from the Doctor. The Doctor begins to lead Fey, his fellow clone commander, Commander Rex (Now known as General Rex at this point in time), Lady Ohila, and what is left of the Sisterhood into the TARDIS.

The suspense was intense. The fear was ever present. The darkness was terrifying to behold.

They saw Fey turning back at the scream of one Loshann child who was unfortunately left behind.

"There's a child!"

They saw Fey never hesitating, sprinting towards the child as she gently lifts the child to her arm, making a run for it towards the TARDIS.

"Hold on, little one! Don't cry, darling, Auntie Fey has you..."

They only had seconds. But they were seconds she and the child didn't have.

"AGGH!"

They saw Fey slipped off the ground but managed to keep the Loshann safe from the impact for a short while as she placed the child to her front while she fell into a puddle of madness hail from he back.

"Doctor, wait... wait for us..."

"Fey!"

The Doctor shouted in horror and in vain as he tried to rush towards her and the child's side but Lady Ohila and Commander Rex were stopping him from exiting the TARDIS.

"No! You touch the ground now and you're dead! You know that!"

"She's right, sir! You can't help her! No one can! Not in this range!"

It was an unfortunate truth. It was far too late for Fey and the child. But Fey still kept crawling for the TARDIS, trying her best if only in vain in order to take the child to safety.

"Doctor... HELP US!"

They couldn't stomach the sight of it. Many among the audience were crying already. They could see the ever visible terror and despair in the Doctor's face. The Doctor could not reach them, not while the unreality wave was in motion. So all he truly did was watch in horror and despair up to time when he saw Fey and the child disappear in the madness of unreality. It was only then that the Doctor silently closed the door, sporting expressions of grief and helplessness as he slowly walks towards the main console, with Commander Rex standing right beside him sporting an expression of sadness and grief at the fall of their fellow comrade and of the innocent child.

There was only complete silence as the TARDIS took off, spun away into the Void.

No one was speaking. No one was responding. Only tears and sounds of grief were heard.

Ohila finally dared break it as she draws near towards the Doctor who was placing his hands to the console.

"You did all that you could, Doctor."

It was word of encouragement. A word of sympathy. A word of reassurance in the face of this ever present tragedy that no one had truly wanted. But...

"Don't call me that. Ever again."

The Doctor whispered in a tone that was clear, face hardened, filled with subtle grief.

Lord Ren Fuji seeing this with his own blue eyes, sporting a sadness that was deep as the ocean floor, sporting a grimaced expression that etches across his handsome face, with clenched fists of anger, deeply recalling how that operation went down as he and many others have heard about it from the far sides of the wider multiverse. Agent Andy Barclay and President John Connor weren't doing any better either as they heard of this unfortunate moment among many that led to their second father to forsake his Name.

A true tragedy. One that should never be repeated ever again. One of the few moments where the Doctor refuses to be called by his name.

Many women and children among the audience were crying in tears of sorrow. Many men among the audience could only clench their fists, shedding little tears, and made expressions of righteous anger, silently cursing the Morlontoa for its horrible acts against innocent children.

Other moments have happened. Ones that would further set the Doctor down in a path of sorrow amidst such conflicts that have no true end in sight.

There was one particular wonder in one multiverse setting.

Cassiopeia. Named after the vain queen Cassiopeia, mother of Andromeda, in Greek mythology, who boasted about her unrivaled beauty. One that was located in the northern sky and from latitudes above 34°N it is visible year-round. In the (sub)tropics it can be seen at its clearest from September to early November, and at low southern, tropical, latitudes of less than 25°S it can be seen, seasonally, low in the North.

It is one of 48 constellations listed by the 2nd-century Greek astronomer Ptolemy, and it remains one of the 88 modern constellations in the modern day, easily recognizable due to its distinctive 'W' shape, formed by five bright stars. Covering 598.4 square degrees and hence 1.451% of the sky. Ranks 25th of the 88 constellations in area.

At magnitude 2.2, Alpha Cassiopeiae, or Schedar, is generally the brightest star in Cassiopeia, though it is occasionally outshone by the variable Gamma Cassiopeiae, which has reached magnitude 1.6. The constellation hosts some of the most luminous stars known, including the yellow hypergiants Rho Cassiopeiae and V509 Cassiopeiae and white hypergiant 6 Cassiopeiae. In 1572, Tycho Brahe's supernova flared brightly in Cassiopeia. Cassiopeia A is a supernova remnant and the brightest extrasolar radio source in the sky at frequencies above 1 GHz. Fourteen star systems have been found to have exoplanets, one of which—HR 8832—is thought to host seven planets. A rich section of the Milky Way runs through Cassiopeia, containing a number of open clusters, young luminous galactic disc stars, and nebulae. IC 10 is an irregular galaxy that is the closest known starburst galaxy and the only one in the Local Group of galaxies.

It was one that houses a standard spiral galaxy that was about four times the size of of the Milky Way – the largest in the Local Group, actually. One-point-two trillion stars, and absolutely packed with life. There are more intelligent species on just one spiral arm than you've got humans living on Earth – literally, billions of them, lots of which have populations numbering in the trillions or quadrillions, with many different varieties and minglement of cultures.

However...

Its fate was too terrible to ponder. One that was too terrible because it never existed. Not anymore. For when the timelines re-absorbed into each other after the Time War, Cassiopeia got unfortunately left out. Across every reality of this multiverse setting, that galaxy, along with entirety of the constellation, has never existed. The Nightmare Child ate it. Devoured every last soul, one at a time.

The night sky of any Earth of that particular multiverse setting was literally darker than it was before, because there are less stars in it. The Nightmare Child was lead there. Lead there by one of the Temporal Powers, one of the members of the Axis Powers.

The Doctor tried to stop it. He tried so very hard. He press through the many countless buttons and levers of the main console. The TARDIS sprints fast, dodging so many Dalek War Saucers that were opening fire upon him. All of which were too no avail as the Doctor wipes them all out, ramming them all at full speed.

However...

By the time he reaches Cassiopeia, it was far too late.

"Damn," said the Doctor, slamming his fists into the console, with countless electric sparks being seen the more he hammers the console with force, denoting his anger and helplessness in the face of such tragedy. "Damn. damn. damn."

A curse of endless repeatable acts. Cursing the Nightmare Child. Cursing the Daleks. Cursing the Axis Powers. Cursing everything at this point.

Try as he might, he could never truly save everyone, especially in the scale that the Time War had operated in turn.

It was a fate that was shown first hand. One that made many among the audience grew in shock and horror, and accompanied with tears of sadness at seeing so many suffering a fate worse than death.

Many other constellations like this were sadly not spared, being destroyed and not destroyed, an endless cycle that seemed like a broken record, comparing it with the harmony of the notes falling into disharmony.

All of this would hammer out to the Doctor, reminding him with one tragedy upon another, on how the Time War would begin to truly challenge everything he believed in, everything that he ever stood for, everything that made him such a pacifist at heart, always the indirect planner, always the schemer, always the man with the plan and spanner in the works.

But this time, the methods needed to be totally different. This time, there needs to be a different kind of apporach.

For in the midst of all of this, the Doctor, in a tone that was grim and ever so sad, begins to explain the nature and scale of the Time War itself, through the use of comprehensible images and metaphors. One that was truly made understandable as the stakes were made bare for all to see.

"This was the War that I and many others had fought. A War that raged with furious relentlessness, but for most species in the Known and Unknown Multiverse, life continued on as normal as it possibly can or possibly will be. The War was fought in the Time Vortex, and beyond that, in the Ultimate Void, beyond the eyes and ears of ordinary creatures, and other higher realms that were known and unknown as the Younger Races lived in complete ignorance. If a planet found its history subtle changing – perhaps distorting and rewriting itself under the pressures of the rupturing Time Vortex – then its people were a part of that change, and perceived nothing to be wrong. Only the Higher Races – those further up the evolutionary ladder – saw what was truly happening around everything and everyone. The Forest of Cheem gazed upon the bloodshed, and wept. The Nestene Consciousness lost all of its planets, and found itself mutating under temporal stress. The Greater Animus perished and its Carsenome Walls fell into dust. And it is said that the Eternals themselves watched, and despaired of this reality, and fled their hallowed halls, never to be seen again… And so time became a weapon in a war that could never truly begin or truly end, and the conflict itself had spread not only through space, but backwards and forwards through history. All of history. Days became battlelines, and century turned on century, and divergent time streams found themselves fighting each other for the right to exist. It was said, one soldier could die a thousand times in one day of that War, and discover he'd never been born the next as the Years of Eternity have passed by when the Mighty Armies scattered and clashed with the destruction of countless species, pantheons, and civilizations."

"I want you all to think about it and seriously ponder it: You're fighting in a war that spans across time and space, never truly beginning or truly ending, a war where the most horrible, the most terrible, the most anything of everything is being used as a weapon in an endless fight to the death, a death that'll never come, as every moment will begin again, restart over, you coming back to life, only to die again, perhaps this time in another new, horrifying way, dying at the hands (or other appendages) of some deviously ingenious death machine, or maybe fall victim to some sort of monstrosity spawned from the very fabric of reality screaming in agony as it is ripped apart again and again by the machines used by every combatant that has ever existed or ever will exist, only for it to reform repeatedly to spawn more new and terrifying demons. All of this, all of these worst nightmares come true, recurring in an endless, perverted Groundhog Day-fashion, and you have complete and utter awareness of it happening. You have total clarity of memory, all of it from every iteration, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"It was all or nothing for all of creation. We fought for so very long... We tried every single trick in the book that we could possibly and impossibly think of without actually paradoxing each other in and out of existence such as our attempts and pre-attempts to go back and forth along the timeline and pre-empt our pre-emptive attacks."

"For example, The Skaro Degradations, for they were initially the result of the Time Lords attempting to do what I have failed to do which was to avert, or alter the Creation of the Daleks. It didn't take. For in every single permutation of reality, something like the Daleks existed. Whether this was because of Dalek temporal shielding, or because the universe wanted the Daleks to exist or somewhere in between is very unclear, but the result was that the Daleks of the Prime Timeline always came back in full force but now they had their own mutated allies and servants to serve at their beck and call and this gave them the nifty idea of doing it to themselves to create even more varied troops for the War."

They see them. The Skaro Degradations. Many different variations, diversities, and types. Creatures that had abnormal and malformed appearances. Creatures greater threat than the original, unmodified species of Daleks. Many of them were unstable and unpredictable. Many of them were seen on the endless battlefields of nightmare. Many of them were seen killing many countless numbers of the innocent. Many of them were Gliders. Many of them were Spiders. Many of them were of an unknown type of various shapes and sizes. Many of them were simply metaphors that insert themselves into the scripts (timelines). Many were simply giant sized octopuses as they consume all in their path like a twisted version of the mythological Kraken. Many of them were of the undead variety. Many of them were those who are capable of great magics and spells. Many of them were those who took the concept of "Truck-kun" turning it into a twisted mode of infiltration, dragging as many countless as they possibly could in order to forcibly served under their banner as their slaves and puppets, making them go through the process that was known as isekai unwillingly, conquering many worlds, universes, and multiverses for the glory of the Axis Powers.

All of these types were made known to the audience. An audience that was now in horror and terror as they could not unsee it.

Then they see the many types of soldiers who battled against them.

Clone Troopers. Space-Time Marines. Many different types of soldiers and warriors who battled against these dreaded abominations, all belonging under the banner of the Allied Forces, under the banner of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA), known by many as the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces.

There were horrors that lurked in the background. Forces beyond their comprehension that were safely censored for the audience in order not to lose their own sanity.

Then they saw it. They saw something truly extraordinary for all to see.

"The Multiverse League of Extraordinary Gentleman and Ladies. It was an idea that was created to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if we could become something more. So that, when the time came, we could fight the battles that they never could. It was one that I and many others who were standing right beside me today have had the privilege to be a part of."

It was one that brought hope. A hope that was desperately needed in this ever present crisis that plagues All of Creation, Reality, and Existence itself.

Persons of importance. Persons of major accomplishments. Persons of hard earned rank and reputation. Twelve in number. Leaders of these Mighty Armies of STARS. Leaders of their own organization that was known as the Multiverse League of Extraordinary Gentleman and Ladies. Leaders who were known as the 12 Core.

The Doctor. Roland Deschain. Professor Paradox. Lady Frederica Bernkastel. Lady Professor Washu Hakubi. Tsukasa Kadoya/Kamen Rider Decade. Archangel Castiel. Ash J. Williams. Dr. Stephen Strange. John Constantine. Optimus Prime. Q.

They saw them all. They saw all of their powers and abilities at full display as they do battle against the Enemy, and every other faction and horror of known and unknown variety. They saw them as they and their fellow Unlimited Members of the League began to turn the tides, bringing the conflict to the brutal deadlock of a stalemate.

A time of heroism and valor amidst the raging eternal conflict between Heaven and Hell. A time where hope begins to forcefully etch its way towards the conflict in the midst of pain, suffering, and despair. Battles and wars that raged across everywhere and everywhen.

"ATTENTION ALL DALEK WAR FLEETS, THIS IS THE TIME STRATEGIST, THE AGE OF THESE SO CALLED GODS IS OVER! THE AGE OF THE DALEKS HAS COME! READY THE ARMADA FOR WE SHALL ATTACK THESE SO CALLED GODS AND THEIR CREATIONS, AND BRING THEM ALL DOWN TO OUR KNEES AS THEY WITNESS ALL OF THEIR CREATIONS BURN! "FOR THE DALEKS ARE NOW THE MASTERS OF THESE MULTIVERSES! FOR WE ARE NOW THE GODS!"

They saw a Dalek, possessing the casing of an upgraded Dalek Supreme, sporting the color purple, with the Time Vortex clearly visible inside its extended grating section, which also featured diagonal rings that encircle around it. A voice range of tone that seem to be quite varied, depending upon the mood, for at the moment, it spoke in the calmer pitch of a military professional, one that distinguishes it apart from the rest of the Daleks.

This Dalek was quite unique among the entirety of its twisted brethren. The ever present general who always survives even against impossible odds. The one who makes multiple plans of frightening length that succeeds to the favor of the Axis Powers. It was one of the most dangerous archenemies of the Time Lord known as the Doctor.

The Dalek Time Strategist.

"THE DALEKS ARE NOW THE MASTERS OF THESE MULTIVERSES! THE DALEKS ARE NOW THE MASTERS OF THESE GODS!"

They saw many countless Daleks boasted amidst their shrill and terrible voices, echoed in a voice of machinery, rising their mighty plungers for war. Cold yet hot. Burning in the desire for the total extermination of all.

Then everyone among the audience saw a warning on the holo screen.

"Warning! The following images would be considered highly disturbing to younger audiences! Parental guidance of all types is highly advised!"

Then they saw it. All of their worlds. All of their universes. All of their multiverses. All of their settings. Burning in the midst likened to that of unnatural forest fires. Destruction not foretold which would be made known to them. Swift as the desolate plague as if under divine predermination.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Gundam, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

The battles and wars of their own eras, utterly twisted to their core, utterly turned on its head as new enemies popped out of nowhere, bringing endless death and destruction to all in their path, bringing death and destruction to all.

The One Year War, also known as the Zeonic War for Independence, which was the first major conflict of the Universal Century timeline, fought between the Principality of Zeon and the Earth Federation from January 3, 0079 to January 1, 0080.

In this conflict, the Daleks twisted this war to their own design, manipulating both sides of the conflict, utterly weakening them from the inside out through the use of their own infiltration puppets.

In one original timeline, Operation British was a failed military operation executed by the Principality of Zeon during the One Week Battle of the One Year War in U.C. 0079. The mission involved dropping a colony on the Earth Federation Forces' Jaburo base. The colony failed to hit its target, but its destruction still resulted in the deaths of billions of people. The incident was one of the key factors of the signing of the Antarctic Treaty.

In one altered timeline, Operation British was a successful military operation executed by the Principality of Zeon during the One Week Battle of the One Year War in U.C. 0079. The mission involved dropping a colony on the Earth Federation Forces' Jaburo base. The colony successfully managed to hit its target with the help and assistance of the Daleks, resulting in the destruction of the colony which lead to the deaths of billions of people. The incident had managed to negate one of the the key factors of the signing of the Antarctic Treaty as the Earth Federation Forces went with total unconditional surrender. This later led the Daleks to turn on Zeon, exterminating all of its members, including the dreaded Char Aznable, as swift as the wind. The remaining survivors would then hear the sound of war cries, sporting expressions of despair as they saw their new conquerors, with a red golden tank leading them, announcing in a shrill voice that filled the many countless survivors with dread and despair.

"CITIZENS OF THE EARTH FEDERATION! MEMBERS OF THE PRINCIPALITY OF ZEON! WE ARE THE DALEKS! YOUR LIVES ARE NOW FORFEITED! ALL OF YOU WILL NOW UNDERGO TOTAL SUBJUGATION AND EXTERMINATION! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!"

In vain, many tried to fight back against the dreaded invaders, only to be swiftly struck down as simple as swatting a fly. Mechas of many types, even the RX-78-2 Gundam, didn't scratch the dent of the simple Dalek casing which is capable of withstanding many types of weapons and effects, ranging from the common biological, chemical, and nuclear, to the more exotic and unknown types. The Dalek War Drones and Saucers open fired, easily decimating all human forces from both sides,

By the end of it all, both the Earth Federation and the Principality of Zeon were completely wiped out from the board, with the survivors and dead bodies eventually harvested to become Dalek Puppet Soldiers in order to manufacture Gundam type Dalek casings for the new Dalek Degradations.

One event among many countless events that occurred in the Gundam Multiverse which were seen by many. One that has people among the audience such as Amuro Rey clench his fists in anger at the sight of such blatant disregard for all human life. One that has people such as Sayla Mass in tears of sorrow and anger as she sees their home and everything that they had fought for turned and twisted to the point of unrecognizability.

There was another important event of commonality. The Black History. An event that marked in which all technology on Earth and human civilizations in space, except for the Moon, were destroyed through mysterious circumstances surrounding the "Moonlight Butterfly" which was a devastating attack that could where numerous nanomachines are stretched along an I-Field protruding from the back section of the Turn units, creating large, iridescent butterfly wings. This attack can merge with weather systems when inside an atmosphere, multiplying its power by creating ionic storms that can cover a much wider area. The nanomachines can be used for defensive purposes as well as for offensive, such as disintegrating artificial matter and absorbing energy from incoming attacks.

This was an event that made such an impact upon many of the natives of the Gundam Multiverse setting who were connected to it.

When many of them had first heard of such a thing, many mixture of feelings and emotions of the negative expression, from the subtle to the blatant, would begin to enter one way upon another. For some it was an abject horror of realization while others have a deep sense of depression and failure as this event of terrifying scale and magnitude is being put right in front of their faces. Even after all the sacrifices and work that they put through, all the many people that they loved and cared for who have died trying to fight for the goal of peace, would never come to be as this event would render such a dream completely impossible, a determined point where the convergence begins. It was one that would come to pass for many universes were it not for outside intervention in the form of the Doctor. One of many things to be eternally grateful to the old Time Lord who had managed to break the cycle of such a predetermined fate. It was one that made the pilots of their own respective Gundams such as Amuro Ray, Domon Kasshu, Heero Yuy, Garrod Ran, and Loran Cehack among many examples see the Doctor with many feelings of positivity. Feelings of awe. Feelings of admiration. Feelings of inspiration.

But what had happened now with regards to their worlds was not so in the Time War. For the Daleks had managed to twist that event, making use of the power of the Moonlight Butterfly, further upgrading it to terrifying levels that would range to vast distances which would destroy any form of technology, whether of the enemy or of other civilizations that would unfortunately be caught in the crossfire.

Colonies were rendered non-functional, turning it and its inhabitants into sand. Mobile suits along with their occupants were turned into sand. Many planets were turned to sand. Everything was rendered into sand. An act of genocide in the most extreme subtlety that rendered the likes of Loran Cehack and many others sporting expressions of dread and anger amidst such blatant disregard for life, to which by the time the Daleks were finished, many universes were turned into nothing but floating sand which would be dispersed into the vacuum of the void.

No one survived. No one saw it coming. All were rendered into nothing but sand.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would harvest the many countless timelines that have the ever living testament and constant that was known as Gundam, creating twisted composite versions of the Gundam for many Dalek Degradations to house and operate, controlling it to their hearts desire as they turned their weapons upon the unsuspecting populace, annihilating countless civilizations across the Gundam Multiverse.

To the horror of many including many of those who are the pilots of their own respective Gundams such as Amuro Ray, Domon Kasshu, Heero Yuy, Garrod Ran, and Loran Cehack among many examples, they saw their own twisted selves, turned into Dalek Puppets, serving the Dalek cause. The Gundam Pilots were under the command and heel of the Daleks. They saw much to their horror how these Puppets were forced to strike down and kill as many as they could find. Men, women, and children. Innocent, guilty, and shades of grey. It matters not. All Non-Daleks are the same in the eyestalks of the Daleks. All Non-Daleks were worthy to die like the insignificant ants that they were.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Dragon Ball, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

The Original 18 Universes of one multiverse, before the destruction of the Original 6 Universes, turned and twisted to the might and purpose of the Daleks, accompanied with their nefarious machine ally that was known as Ultron.

They saw the history of their own multiverse changing around them. The Gods of Destruction, young as they were, powerful but not yet experienced in their power and ability, unsuspecting of any known attack, were twisted and turned, simply changed and transformed into Ultron Puppets for the use of Ultron. The Gods of Destruction were horribly used to good effect as they were forcibly used against their will to destroy their respective assigned universes, leaving no survivors in their wake, whether among gods or mortals, changing the whole of history.

In the trail of death and destruction, the twisted and turned Gods of Destruction managed to barge in to the Palace of the Divine Ruler of the Dragon Ball Multiverse - Lord Zen-O, managing to become a distraction as they utterly laid waste to all of the inhabitants who tried their best to defend it with all of their might and strength, but to no avail. No one could stand in their way. No Attendants ever stood a single chance as the Gods laid waste to all of them.

At that moment, Lord Zen-O had no other choice but to intervene. However, right as he tries to use his full power in order to wipe all of the twisted Gods of Destruction out, a surprise attack suddenly occurred in an alien direction. Lord Zen-O himself was suddenly struck from behind by none other than the dreaded war machine, Ultron, managing to open a wound that was clearly visible to all as alien blood begins to gush forth from the mouth and the wound itself. Ultron begins to slowly absorb the powers of Lord Zen-O, bringing excessive pain upon the once revered divine being, slowly dying in painful agony. Once that was done, Ultron would then use the powers of Lord Zen-O to craft this desolated multiverse unto his image, effectively replacing Lord Zen-O as the revered ruler of this particular multiverse.

Those among the audience such as Goku and Vegeta could only sport looks of shock, horror, and disbelief at the impossible sight that was before them. Looks that eventually turned towards burning righteous anger as they saw everything that they had fought so very hard to protect utterly laid waste before them. Many among the audience who were native to the Dragon Ball Multiverse could only sport similar looks as they see all of their hard work utterly undone, utterly laid waste in the face of these dreaded war machines.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the powers of Ki in order to successfully create dreaded warriors that could wield it for personal use upon the infernal space-time battlefields. The Daleks would also conduct major experiments to harvest many countless multiverse timelines of the Dragon Ball Multiverse, creating different variations of Skaro Degradations, wielding the powers of Ki. The Daleks would also begin to experiment on the DNA of the Saiyan Race, creating Skaro Degradations in the image of the Saiyans, much to the shock, horror, and anger of those who carry the Saiyan bloodline such as Goku, Vegeta, Future Trunks, and many others.

In all that time, Lady Chronoa - Supreme Kai of Time - Unlimited Member of the League, and her organization that was founded across many multiverses, the Time Patrol, would begin to strike back with haste and strength along with their allies among the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA) against these dreaded abominations, with glorious battles waged across the stars. Explosions and shockwaves of Ki were seen from all directions. Both friend and foe alike were doing their utmost in order to wipe out the other. A glorious battle that is fit more for the likes of gods and less for the likes of mortals.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Ichiei Ishibumi which houses the likes of High School DxD, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. Events in history that would leave such impact on their respective universes. Event such as the Great War and the Three Factions Meeting.

With the intention of disrupting their inferior notions of war and peace, the Daleks begin to hurl multiple versions of Skaro on many versions of Earth that had these native events, utterly annihilating all life along with all of the dimensions connected with it such as Heaven, Hell, etc...

Next in the relative list, the Daleks begin to turn their eyestalk sights at the Dragons, using their Eye of Harmony to turn every single Dragon, of many different classes that range from the highest to the lowest, into twisted versions of themselves, serving as the Dalek's own personal war beasts as they waged war upon the enemy.

Next in the relative list, the Daleks begin to turn their eyestalk sights on Evie Etoulde, a planet where two powerful species, the Evie and Etoulde, both reside in and are currently at war against each other since ancient times.

In the original timeline of many, the war between the Evie and the Etoulde is ongoing as the Evie have successfully exterminated all other organic life on Evie Etoulde, leaving only the Evie and the Etoulde as the only surviving species of Evie Etoulde. Due to the the Malevolent God Melvazoa possessing the power to manipulate his existence as well as time, the conflict between the two groups was at a stalemate. The Evie also began invading and conquering numerous other planets such as Fadir Ferdora, as the Devestator Order lead by one of the three Evie deities; Regalzeva, as they set out to massacre all the living beings on it in a slow purge.

In the altered timeline of many, the Daleks, along with their allies, stepped in, using their Eye of Harmony to suddenly change and retcon both species to serve their cause. Next step would be to plunder through all of the history of the Evie and Etoulde, with their accomplishments and triumphs becoming part of the Dalek cause and victory. Many countless Skaro Degradations that possess the power of the Gods of Destruction from the Dragon Ball Multiverse setting, making their way towards many countless timelines, striking down, and annihilating, and rendering both species extinct off the face of existence, with Melvazoa being subjugated and delivered unto the feet and heel of the machine god Ultron.

Issei Hyoudou, his best friends of the Occult Research Club, the Leaders of the Three Factions, and many of the natives of the High School DxD setting sported expressions that ranged from shock and horror, righteous anger and rage as they saw everything that they knew burned at the mighty plungers of the Dalek race.

The only major exception to this is Lord Azazel - Unlimited Member of the League, as he was there when all of this went down, not surprised in the least due to countless experiences of relative inconsistency, only sporting a grim expression, tinge in sorrow and regret, with little uncontrollable tears leaking to his face, as he was forever reminded of that inevitable inconsistent day when he was the only surviving Angel, fallen as he might have been, left in the High School DxD Multiverse setting, much to his eternal grief, spending the rest of his inconsistent days, taking up the mantle of the warrior once more as he leads the countless armies of clones and space-time marines under his command, before the damage had eventually been retconned back to the way it should have been many inconsistent years later.

The Leaders among the Three Factions such as Lord Michael and Lord Sirzechs to name a few begin to take notice of their fellow Leader's face, becoming shocked to the core as they see their comrade, usually the happy go lucky type of person or the slightly perverted type of person sporting a serious outlook with leaking visible tears. Lord Michael would eventually make haste as he puts his hand to Lord Azazel's shoulder, asking in concern even if foolish, if he was alright. Lord Azazel could not answer, only shaking his head, bowing his head low, with the rest of his fellow League Members such as Lord Ren Fuji and Lady Chronoa sporting expressions of sympathy and empathy, directing it towards Lord Azazel.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the magic systems of this multiverse setting, making use of them for the creation of new diversified troops for the Skaro Degradations, wielding new terrifying weapons for war and destruction in order to hurl it as part of distraction tactics against the enemy.

To the horror of many including Issei Hyoudou and Vali Lucifer especially, they saw two persons of significance that is tied to the plot and setting of their respective multiverse. Issei Hyoudou. Vali Lucifer. Twisted and turned into Dalek Puppets, serving the Dalek cause. The Red Dragon Emperor and the White Dragon Emperor under the command and heel of the Daleks. They saw much to their horror how these Puppets were forced to strike down and kill as many as they could find. Innocent. Guilty. Shades of grey. It matters not. All Non-Daleks are the same in the eyestalks of the Daleks. All Non-Daleks were worthy to die like the insignificant ants that they were.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Reki Kawahara that houses the likes of Sword Art Online and Accel World, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

They saw it. The Sword Art Online (SAO) Incident. Many countless versions of it. Twisted and turned with regards to the script.

Instead of Akihiko Kayaba who was killed as swiftly as a fly, it was a Supreme Dalek, flanked by a couple of bronze colored Daleks, that were the ones who graced the world with its image. First appearances of which seem to only hint of sheer ridiculousness. Only too late was the moment of realization when these beings of metal would grace the world with nothing but death in its twisted form.

"ATTENTION TO ALL SWORD ART ONLINE PLAYERS AND THE PEOPLES OF PLANET EARTH! WE ARE THE DALEKS! YOUR LIVES ARE NOW FORFEITED! ALL OF YOU WILL NOW UNDERGO TOTAL SUBJUGATION AND EXTERMINATION! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!"

All Sword Art Online Players in the multiverse setting of Reki Kawahara were immediately turned into Dalek Puppets, used as their own personal troops as they bring all of the skills of the virtual reality into the real world through the reality manipulation prowess of the Dalek race. Many countless people, whether innocent, guilty, or any in-between were totally wiped out. Humanity in many countless universes were utterly decimated. None could stop the destruction. None could successfully kill the brainwashed Sword Art Online Players who would only speak one single phrase, muttering in a tone that seemed to be that of an undead zombie that is being the pulled to the strings by its nefarious masters.

"Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate."

The same phrase, brainless in expression but swift in execution, muttered continuously to the constant despair of the inhabitants.

Many of those native to the setting of the Reki Kawahara Multiverse, especially those who were the designated players of Sword Art Online such as Kirito were sporting horrified expressions, seeing his and many others accumulated skills across the vast timelines, used to kill and butcher many countless men, women, and children. None were spared. None survived.

Kirito was sporting an expression of complete anger amidst his horror, filled with burning fury as he clenches his fists, with his entire body trembling in subtle rage, with his eyes seeming to turn yellow as a result of his connection to his virtual reality powers, seeing his own twisted self slaughtering in cold blood with his produced swords made from virtual reality, first his sister who is actually his cousin, Suguha Kirigaya - eventually would be known as Leafa had it not been for this twisted act, next was his parents who were actually his uncle and aunt on his mother's side of the family, next were his neighbors, then the rest soon followed.

Yui could only sport a terrified expression as she begins to cover her face by hugging Asuna who was sporting expressions of shock and horror at the sight of cold brutality that was before her, squeezing Yui as tightly as she could. Persona Vabel - Yui (Alternate Future Timeline), would see all of this, sporting expressions of shock and horror as she sees a version of her father, twisted and perverted, slaughtering everyone and everything in brutal systematic efficiency and effectiveness.

Those among the crowd, every single Burst Linker such as Arita Haruyuki - Silver Crow, Kuroyukihime and many others were sporting expressions of horror as they see the slaughter of many bodies, live for all to see.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the nature of virtual reality, making use of the powers of reality manipulation at their own disposal and discretion, manipulating every single virtual reality that was created and make use of it to create even more varied troops of Skaro Degradations for the war effort, those who could wield the powers of virtual reality, implementing its laws to reality.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Tsutomu Satō that houses the likes of The Irregular at Magic High School, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. Events in history that would leave such impact on their respective universes. Events such as World War Three, abbreviated WWIII or WW3, also referred to as Third World War, was a global war that lasted from 2045 to 2064, spanning almost twenty years. It began as wide scale border disputes throughout the world before snowballing into the first world war of the 21st century. It brought many changes throughout the world, with only less than a third of the population before the war (from approx. 9 billions people to less than 3 billions), and was a large factor in the subsequent rise of Magicians as a political, military, and economical force.

The Daleks begin to subtly shift and manipulate the events of World War Three to their favored multi-direction of interest.

The manipulation of two major factors began to occur on two different points in time. In the year 2020, advanced agricultural production became a solar-powered industry. This leads to a temporary population boom. Starting around 2030, the entire planet underwent a radical drop in temperature for reasons unknown; the world's overall food supply deteriorated on a massive scale. While the effects were felt less in developed countries, it greatly affected the emerging industrial nations already experiencing an accelerated demographic explosion brought on by radical economic growth. What occurred next, started the conflicts. Inhabitants of the northern regions of China tried to illegally cross the frontier with Russia, to escape the drop in temperature and desertification. Russia deported the illegal immigrants, because environmental migration is not recognized as legal under international law. Following Russia's harsh treatment of the Chinese migrants, China accused Russia of lack of humanitarianism, while Russia simply replied that they were following international law. Talks between Russia and China became more aggressive, until they eventually broke down. The incident would later influence several other events, such as low-scale conflicts over resources, and would be the primary trigger for World War Three.

With the trigger initiated as intended, on the very significant year of 2045, when Earth was divided to the point of infighting for food and resources, the Daleks slowly pave the way for World War Three to begin just as intended. At that very moment, in one significant date, the Daleks made their first strike, utterly annihilating and decimating every country in a surprise attack when the world was at its most vulnerable. Many Magicians would try to fight back, but to no avail as they were struck down ever so suddenly by the Dalek Race.

In many universes where this Axis Operation took place, the primordial inter-dimensional entity that was known as Dormammu, one who wields apocalyptic levels of supernatural power and is the ruler of the Dark Dimension of the Marvel Multiverse setting, along with his Mindless Ones, one of the members of the Axis Powers, begin to make their presence known and felt as they laid waste towards many Earths, bringing death and destruction on their wake, with the end result being Dormammu consuming and conquering these universes in order to be added to his Dark Dimension, with many countless inhabitants unfortunately succumbing to Dormammu's power, becoming part of the ever growing army of Mindless Ones.

"Know and fear me mortals! For I am Dormammu! He who comes from the outer dark! He who has waited eternities to possess your frail universes! Look upon my visage and know true fear! Hear my words in your soul and feel it crumble! I scream blood and murder at your weak stars! And my screams are the armies of Hell!"

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the magic systems of this multiverse setting, making use of them for the creation of new diversified troops for the Skaro Degradations, wielding new terrifying weapons for war and destruction in order to hurl it as part of distraction tactics against the enemy. Much to the shock and horror of many including Tatsuya Shiba and Miyuki Shiba especially, they saw the twisted verison of one Tatsuya Shiba, a person who seemed to be of the number of zero but is actually much higher in the potential of a Magician, twisted and turned into a Dalek Puppet, serving the Dalek cause. Taurus Silver - Ooguro Ryuuya was under the command and heel of the Daleks. They saw much to their horror how this Puppet, gauged to his unlimited potential, was forced to strike down and kill as many as he could find. Men, women, and children. Innocent, guilty, and shades of grey. It matters not. All Non-Daleks are the same in the eyestalks of the Daleks. All Non-Daleks were worthy to die like the insignificant ants that they were.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Hideaki Anno that houses the likes of Neon Genesis Evangelion, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical Moments of History have been altered to the brim. Events in history that would leave such impact on their respective universes. Events such as the Impacts, setting a definitive stage for the scripts (timelines) connected with a constant that was known as an Evangelion, giant humanoid beings of near-godlike power, piloted by no more than children in their early teens.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the nature of the timelines, focusing on the original event of Third Impact, the one that began to pull the trigger to initiate the many countless takes to the timeline, making use of it to create and harvest even more varied troops of Skaro Degradations for the war effort, those who could wield the powers of an Angel, unbound and untattered, to serve the cause of the Daleks.

Much to the shock and horror of many including Shinji Ikari especially, they saw the twisted version of one Shinji Ikari, a person who seemed to be of the number of zero but is actually much higher in the potential of an Evangelion Pilot, twisted and turned into a Dalek Puppet, serving the Dalek cause. Pilot of Evangelion Unit 01 under the command and heel of the Daleks. They saw much to their horror how this Puppet, gauged to his unlimited potential as he wields and pilots the twisted Evangelion Unit 01, was forced to strike down and kill as many as they could find. Men, women, and children. Innocent, guilty, and shades of grey. It matters not. All Non-Daleks are the same in the eyestalks of the Daleks. All Non-Daleks were worthy to die like the insignificant ants that they were.

One member of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA), the First Ancestral Race (FAR), begin to take notice of the immediate retroactive shifts to the timeline, deploying the use of their newly designed Angels, bred for the anticipation and purpose of the Time War. These Angels would take to the space between the spaces in order to do battle against the Axis Powers who would dare trespass on the territory of the First Ancestral Race (FAR).

Many universes, with its many countless timelines, were undone in the grip of the conflict. Many Angels of War, taking many complex forms, begin to attack from many spatial directions, unseen in the naked eyes of mortals. The Dalek Saucers could only obliged in turn as they pulled out its various tricks such as the multiplication of each Saucer, being the same in nature as one, and yet added to the number of the War Fleet being one among common given tactics.

In the midst of this Axis Operation, the Photino Birds, a member of the Axis Powers, billions upon billions of flocks, begin to come to the aid of the Daleks. Dark matter based starships were on the ready, making advanced calculated decisions. Many Photino Bird flocks made swift haste, utterly decimating many countless Angels by penetrating right through them, overlaying them, their effective masses increased enormously, began to implode, to melt inwards one by one. An example of the Photino Birds using aspects of their biology for their advantage. Many universes began to undergo the process of terraforming, with multiple stars suddenly dying out, threatening many universes with the certainty of heat death and entropy.

In the midst of a counterattack by the Allied Forces, the Xeelee, a member of the Allied Forces, billions upon billions, begin to come to the aid of the First Ancestral Race (FAR). Billions upon billions of Xeelee Nightfighters begin to grace this multiverse setting. A battle of cosmic proportions, unseen by the naked eyes of mortals, commences in full haste. Between baryonic matter and dark matter. Two opposites. Two equals in power. Causes and effects remained unseen as the Xeelee fights for the protection of all life while the Photino Birds would fight their ancient enemies with holds barred, bringing the threat of death and destruction upon countless many.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Date A Live, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. Events in history that would leave such impact on their respective universes. Events such as those surrounding the life of one Isaac Wescott, an important individual that would prove to have a vital role to the plot of the scripts (timelines). The Daleks would modify him with subtlety, turning him into a Dalek Puppet and making him follow history as they desire. History takes place just as intended, however, unbeknownst to all, the Daleks would begin to come out from their 40 year hiding, finding through observations to the timeline that the time had finally come to reveal themselves.

First step, Isaac Wescott, under the command of the Daleks, would begin to subtly turn his assistant Ellen Mira Mathers, and the entirety of the DEM into Dalek Puppets.

Next step, Isaac Wescott would now begin to activate the multiple contingency plans to capture every Spirit that were created under the direction of the Daleks. Unlike in the original timeline, the plans unfortunately succeeds by bringing in one common factor among the Spirits. Shidou Itsuka.

Those among the audience such as Shidou Itsuka especially, could not stomach the sight of it, feeling helpless and angered at what he was seeing. For as the plans succeeds, one by one, every Spirit from Tohka Yatogami up to Kurumi Tokisaki were successfully captured. It was a mockery of his very own efforts. History played out just as planned at the hands of the Daleks. What makes it worse is that Shidou himself would see a twisted version of himself that serves the Daleks, making sure that history stays on track with none to the wiser, succeeding in such an endeavor which lead to the capture of every single Spirit which would cause his very heart to break under the crushing defeat and despair. The summary of which would eventually lead to an inevitable defeat, the war had already won even before it started.

Those among the audience such as the Spirits themselves, to Rinne Sonogami and Rio Sonogami especially, they saw something that they never wished that they saw. They saw their beloved hero and savior. They saw Shidou Itsuka from many different timelines. Some were killed off as if by a thought. Others were turned into Dalek Puppets, using all of the abilities of the Spirits as they begin to slaughter so many civilizations. This made Rinne and Rio, along with every other Spirit that was present such as Tohka, hug Shidou with all of their might, as if to make sure that he was truly there and that he was truly alright. Shidou on his part could only sport a look of understanding, sporting a kind smile that he is well known for, reassuring them that he was safe and that he was here with them, all the while still watching with intent on the holoscreen, burning in subtle anger at the Daleks at the numerous atrocities that were committed, even to the point of making others do their own dirty work.

Then much to the horror of all of the natives of the setting of Date A Live Multiverse, they saw the Daleks succeeding in their endeavor in such brutal fashion, bringing with it the cold efficiency and effectiveness as they begin their total extermination. Many Earths succumb to the Dalek invasion. So many died. Humanity rendered extinct. Nothing and no one could stand in the way of the Daleks. Not even forces such as the Anti-Spirit Team (AST) and Ratatoskr ever stood a complete chance as they were all immediately gunned down first as one of many primary targets for the Daleks do not like any nuisances or lose ends.

In all of this chaos and insanity that seemed to spread from many corners of many universal clusters to the next, the Primordial Spirit, Mio Takamiya, tried to do her very best to change this by finally intervening directly. She succeeded if only temporarily as she would begin to swat the Daleks aside as little amount of relativity as it can get through the full use of her powers and abilities. But it would only be a temporary measure at best as the Daleks are well aware of who she truly was and what she was truly capable of, with added bonus and experience of dealing with reality warpers of many different flavors and types. This was simply a very short respite before the Daleks ended up bringing in their equivalent of the big guns, but not really the biggest of guns as that would have been overkill of the highest order, using a device that would turn off her powers and abilities in a single instant, and eventually would subjugate her, using the powers of her angels: Ain Soph Aur, Ain Soph, and Ain, successfully making use of it to the discretion and desire of the Daleks.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the nature of the Spirits, with the intent of weaponizing the concept by harnessing the mana of the different universes in order the created the variety of troops for the Skaro Degradations, to wield the power of mana to its most efficient and effective use and to make use of them as distraction tactics against the enemy.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Gakuto Mikumo which houses the likes of Strike the Blood and Asura Cryin', they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. Events in history that would leave such impact on their respective universes. Events such as those surrounding the life of one Kojou Akatsuki, unlocking his hidden potential as the Fourth Primogenitor, making use of his familiars, making use of his entire history, all of his accomplishments, all of his dreams, all of his desires, used and twisted for the purpose of the Axis War Effort.

On the surface level, things seem to be the same. The simple harem hijinks, the expected action sequences, the works. However, things would start to completely change much to the shock and horror of many, especially that of the women to whom have some form of feeling for Kojou, as with each encounter with each girl, from Yukina Himeragi up to beyond, they saw that the moment when Kojou sinks his fangs on each girl, a hidden microchip was inserted into their blood stream, much to their unawareness. The moment when the right hour struck, that was the time when the girls in question, resist as they might, would eventually be converted into Dalek Puppets, with Kojou being their commander.

The harem genre, twisted and perverted to the likings of the Daleks. To the horror of the natives of the multiverse setting of Gakuto Mikumo, they saw Kojou and his band of women, slaves to the octopus Nazis tanks, killing everyone systematically in sight in cold brutl efficiency and effectiveness. Men, women, and children. Innocent, guilty, and shades of grey. It matters not. All Non-Daleks are the same in the eyestalks of the Daleks. All Non-Daleks were worthy to die like the insignificant ants that they were.

None survived. None had lived. All were wiped out. Even the Three Main Primogenitors were successfully turned into Dalek Puppets, making use of them also as they reign down chaos upon their respective territories.

In all that is being seen, only one major exception was sporting an unsurprised look and expression. Natsuki Minamiya - The Witch of the Void - Unlimited Member of the League. She remembers it as clear as day. She remembers how she was saved by the Doctor when he was still in his eighth incarnation. The one who had been her second father. The one who showed her the stars and wonders. The one who gave her something resembling a normal childhood even as he treads the path as the Witch of the Void. Naturally, as his second daughter and the fact that the Axis Powers were deliberately invading her very own multiverse, with everything living and dying all around her to the point of inconsistency.

"我が名は空隙。永劫の炎をもって背約の呪いを焼き払う者なり。汝、黒き血の軛を裂き、在るべき場所へ還れ。御魂を恤みたる蒼き処女に剣を捧げよ! (My name is the Void. I am she who reduces broken vows to ashes by my eternal fires. Tear off your yoke of black blood, and return to where you belong! Offer your sword to the blue maiden, the blessing of your honored soul!)"

She remembers leading clone troopers and space-time marines into battle, making use of her full powers and abilities as the Witch of the Void, striking down every Dalek and other Axis Powers soldier in sight. It was a path that she had trodden upon for many inconsistent days.

Kojou and the others begin to take notice of Natsuki's expression, sporting a sad smile that spoke a volume and lifetime of regret. Kojou would ask, "Natsuki-chan, are you alright?". Natsuki would turn towards him, speaking the usual tone of annoyance, accompanying a simple smile, with the only difference being the clear visible sadness that was present that made Kojou and the others worry all the more. "Firstly, do not address your teacher with 'chan'. Secondly, if I were to be completely frank, I'm not alright. This holovideo only brings me back to those wretched days of war. One that I and many others would rather like to forget." And as she spoke, she turns towards her second father, sporting an expression of worry for him as she and many others would clearly see how this delicate topic was very uncomfortable for him to revisit, and yet it must be done, for at a proper moment in time, everyone would need to be aware of what they would truly face. Better to give the hard and harsh truth than none at all.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of Science Adventure, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments in history have been altered to the brim. Events such as those surrounding the life of one Rintaro Okabe, making use of his entire journey of leaping through the worldlines to the Dalek's own advantage, eventually turning him into a Dalek Puppet after all is said and done, much to the shock and horror of one Rintaro Okabe and the rest of the natives of the setting of Science Adventure Multiverse.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, many countless attractor fields, many that contain many countless worldlines, were now being harvested, bringing forth more Skaro Degradations, ones that could personally manipulate the attractor fields, bringing forth even more Skaro Degradations.

The Committee of 300, an important in-between player/faction that is unconnected with the Axis Powers, noticed the shifting of the attractor fields on their own given territory, making subtle use of these shifts to the attractor fields, conducting their own experiments in the field and subject of time travel, only being opposed from the side by the SCP Foundation as it tries to protect the Sacred Timeline which is the term designated to refer to the proper points of the history of a given multiverse setting. A proxy war between the SCP Foundation and the Committee of 300 takes place at this moment of the inconsistent timelines. Faction Paradox and other third parties would take this opportunity to enter this proxy war, further exacerbating the predetermined motion and path of the worldlines.

To those among the audience, those native to the multiverse setting of GATE, they were greeted with the horrible sight of their own worlds as they fall to the Axis Powers.

Critical moments in history have been altered to the brim. Events such as those surrounding the life of one Yoji Itami, making use of his entire journey throughout the designated Special Region, subtly influencing history to the Dalek's advantage, eventually turning him into a Dalek Puppet after all is said and done, much to the shock and horror of one Yoji Itami - SCP Foundation MIB Division Agent, his wife Risa Itami, and the rest of the natives of the setting of GATE Multiverse.

There was also an event that was known as the Arachnid War. A war between the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) and the Saderan Empire against the alien bug-like creatures that are known as the Arachnids that invades the Special Region in order to consume its biomass and resources. This event was utterly derailed as the Daleks successfully captured all of them with no amount of casualties for the purposes of experimentation, all the while exterminating everyone from man, woman, and child, no matter what species in their line of sight from the side of it, leaving no witnesses as everything burns and dies.

The Arachnids were an alien species that were now being experimented upon, adding even more countless troops for the Skaro Degradations. Some of their well known types would include the following.

Warrior Bugs: The basic soldiers in the Arachnid army, these green spider-like creatures often attack their enemies in mass swarm to overwhelm the enemy positions. They are quite tough due to their natural exoskeleton and extremely aggressive since it takes more than half a magazine of an assault rifle to kill one and their number is vast enough to pin down superhumans such as Apostles with little difficulty. They are strong enough to break concrete walls with little effort. Incorporated and upgraded into the Skaro Degradations. Known throughout the battlefield as the Warrior Bug Dalek - 500.33554402th Devastation.

Flying Bugs: They act as air support for the Arachnid army. They are weaker than warrior bugs since Itami, but they are strong enough to decapitate a man with their wings. Incorporated into the Skaro Degradations. Known throughout the battlefield as the Flying Bug Dalek - 500.33554402th Devastation.

Shell Bugs: Shell Bugs act as armored troops of the Arachnids in which their exoskeletons are durable enough to endure dozens of 50 cal shots and it takes three grenades as well as a blast from a tank to put them down. Incorporated and upgraded into the Skaro Degradations. Known throughout the battlefield as the Shell Bug Dalek - 500.33554402th Devastation.

Mantis Bugs: Mantis Bugs are shock troopers of the Arachnid horde. They are equipped with heavy exoskeleton armors and sharp claws strong enough to cut a Humvee in half. Incorporated and upgraded into the Skaro Degradations. Known throughout the battlefield as the Mantis Bug Dalek - 500.33554402th Devastation.

The audience would see these and many more types in action, ripping and consuming everything in its path. Arm from arm. Limb from limb. Intestines spilled out. Heads rolling down. Many being swallowed and eaten alive. Man, woman, and child were not spared as their screams resounded, begging for help and assistance. Many among the audience would see this and would feel a certain amount of disgust, feeling the urge to vomit at the brutal deaths that were now being shown for all to see. The children were being covered from the eyes by other teenagers and adults among the audience as the scenes grew to violent for them, leaving the children shaking and in tears.

Throughout the Axis Operation as a whole, the Daleks would begin to conduct major experiments on the nature of the Dimensional Gates, using it for instant transportation to many different timelines across this multiverse setting as multiple Daleks and Skaro Degradations spring forth from these Dimension Gates, beginning to initiate total extermination upon both Earth and the Special Region, with the survivors and the dead being added as Dalek Puppets.

No one could truly stop them. No matter what timeline.

Not the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) and other military forces on Earth, for even with all of their combined military might, could not even withstand one Dalek War Drone, let alone countless numbers of them. Even when the military forces on Earth tried to surrender, it was swiftly denied, exterminating them all the same.

Not the Saderan Empire and other kingdoms in the most obvious fashion, even its military forces are far more primitive than Earth, with the Daleks not even bothering to put in the effort and just utterly wiped them out at the single press of a button from one of the control panels of the War Saucers which destroys the Special Region.

Every single one was caught in the blast which burns and expands into a supernova which engulf its own solar system and eventually the galaxy it occupies. This act of genocide was seen first hand by those among the audience as men, women, and children were sporting shock and horrified expressions, with many feeling anger at the sheer blatant disregard for life as they saw everything die at the press of one single button.

As for the Gods of the Special Region, in many countless timelines, they were captured by the Daleks, harnessing their powers for fuel via absorbing tubes which made the Gods feel a slow agonizing death, much to the shock and horror of those natives of the GATE Multiverse setting who come from the Special Region, especially to ones such as Rory Mercury - Apostle of Emroy, seeing their very own gods utterly struck down as simple as insignificant pests.

The Daleks would also begin to conduct major experiments on the magic systems of this multiverse setting, making use of them for the creation of new diversified troops for the Skaro Degradations, wielding new terrifying weapons for war and destruction in order to hurl it as part of distraction tactics against the enemy. In connection to this endeavor, the Daleks would also manipulate the various nations, especially the three superpowers of USA, Russia, and China, using them as unwilling and ignorant pawns for world history, further decimating history, stripping everything of any normalcy, leaving no hope in its wake, forever fanning the flames for war until it disperses like brightly induced flames which brings everything to dust and ashes.

Horror upon horror. Abomination upon abomination. War without beginning. War without middle. War without end. Everything spreads from far and wide, leaving nothing untouched. The battle cry of "EXTERMINATE!" was heard and echoed, filling many minds and hearts with the drop of despair and dread.

To the shock and horror of Subaru Natsuki and to the rest of those who were native to the Re:Zero Multiverse setting, they saw many of the unfortunate following.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. The magic systems of the world of Lugunica and other realms were weaponized and exploited, further giving the Skaro Degradations more to add to their number. Subaru Natsuki, turned and twisted into a Dalek Puppet, derailing the timeline with subtlety, for infiltration and subjugation, making use of his powers and abilities throughout his history, negating everything and bringing it to the feet of the Daleks. The Witches of Sin were utterly experimented upon in cold brutal efficiency and effectiveness, and with their use eventually nearing its end, utterly exterminated upon.

To the shock and horror of Naofumi Iwatani and the rest of those who were native to the Rising of the Shield Hero Multiverse setting, they saw many of the unfortunate following.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. The magic systems of the unknown named world of Raphtalia and other realms were weaponized and exploited, further giving the Skaro Degradations more to add to their number. Naofumi Iwatani, turned and twisted into a Dalek Puppet, derailing the timeline with subtlety, for infiltration and subjugation, making use of his powers and abilities throughout his history, negating everything and bringing it to the feet of the Daleks. Other Cardinal Heroes would also be unfortunately turned into Dalek Puppets, making use of their powers and abilities throughout their histories, negating everything and bringing it to the feet of the Daleks. The Waves of Calamity, mysterious, reoccurring phenomenon that devastates all upon their path, now experimented upon and weaponized, bringing death and destruction upon many countless worlds and timelines, with paradoxes bleeding into one world upon another. The World Eater, an ancient all-powerful entity whose interference had made the worlds have become like balls on a billiards table - hitting each other randomly and often was subjugated with ease by The Imperium - The Great Old Ones, a member of the Axis Powers, through the use of the metaphysical technologies that were unseen from the very eyes of mortals.

None would survive. All would either die or become subject to eternal servitude upon the Axis Powers. Other factions and horrors would enter upon the scene, scurrying between the lines, grabbing unsuspecting individuals, and do to them as they well please.

To the shock and horror of Kazuma Sato and the rest of those who were native to the Konosuba Multiverse setting, they saw many of the unfortunate following.

Critical moments of history have been altered to the brim. The magic systems of the unknown named world that is filled to the brim with the concept of MMORPG elements as part of its laws, and other realms were weaponized and exploited, further giving the Skaro Degradations more to add to their number. Kazuma Sato, turned and twisted into a Dalek Puppet, derailing the timeline with subtlety, for infiltration and subjugation, making use of his powers and abilities throughout his history, negating everything and bringing it to the feet of the Daleks. The gods were utterly experimented upon in cold brutal efficiency and effectiveness, and with their use eventually nearing its end, utterly exterminated upon.

None would survive. All would either die or become subject to eternal servitude upon the Axis Powers. Other factions and horrors would enter upon the scene, scurrying between the lines, grabbing unsuspecting individuals, and do to them as they well please.

Many countless others which should be mentioned but could not. Many countless others which cannot be totalled in measurement. For the vastness of the wider multiverse is as far as the vast eyes could truly see.

A common reaction was clearly seen among the vast audience. They saw all of their worlds, universes, and multiverses, in form or another, twisted into something completely unrecognizable and terrible to ponder and describe.

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Dies irae 『Shade And Darkness』

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Litanies upon litanies of aeons pass by. Stalemate was the ultimate conclusion. Nothing could be overturn. Nothing could be undone. In the midst of such conflict rises an ancient enemy of darkness, the incarnation of nihilism, the one who carries the Three Laws of Blood, Concrete, and Howling, a figure of regality that bears the color of deep crimson who would speak in a tone of majesty that would strike down all who would dare stood against him.

"Sanguis, concretus, ululatus. Ludibria pro majestate ; qui tantae desidiae viderentur. Largitio vitae et mortis in aeternum verum sonat qualem Rex inter tantas magnificentiae affectus e suo regno prodit. Ut ignis et aqua, ut terra et aer, Nemo potest sub nomine Regis celerem et titrum tenere. Prae-moderna, moderna, et post-moderna. Vocabulorum ordo inter chaos. In tantis speciminibus nihil verum et falsum videtur. Sicut omnia per nihilum fiunt, ita nihil ultimi fati ac sortis praefiniti exitus. Di quoque mortales in caelum spectant ; sic aeterna praeter totalem comprehensionem aetatum canam. Vos et filii, quaeso, quaeso, audite carmen aeternum meum. Audite me, sorores meae, sponsae. Inclinate aurem vestram, fratres mei, sponsus meus. Omnes in aeternum audibunt fata sonant. et in nomine Regis cadent omnes. Ego enim sum stella matutina, aurora personificata, quae in foetu clare lucet. Quarta stella est Veneris, Luciferi nomine. Alii Iunonem esse dicunt. Pluribus fabulis memoratur quod Hesperus quoque appellatur. Maxima videtur esse omnium siderum. Alii Aurorae et Cephali filium repraesentare dixerunt, qui multos pulchritudine superavit, ut etiam cum Venere certaverit, et, ut Eratosthenes ait, ob id Veneris stellam appellatam. Apparet et auroram et occasum, et ideo proprie dictus est et Luciferus et sub aurora pervigili purpureis fores pandens, et atria plena rosarum; stellae fugantur, ordine disposito a Lucifero, qui ultimum locum reliquit. Ego enim sum qui calcare dei. (Blood, concrete, and howling. Playthings for such majesty; none were to see such travesty. The bounty of life and death rings forever true as the King comes forth from his domain amidst such feelings of grandeur. Like fire and water, like earth and air, none could hold swift and titer beneath the name of the King. Pre-modern, modern, and post-modern. Designations of the order amidst chaos. None would seem true and false amidst such vast ideals. As all things come to be through nothing, so nothing would be the final outcome of predetermined fate and destiny. As gods and mortals gaze into the crimson sky; so I would eternally sing of ages past beyond total comprehension. Fellow children, you and I, please I beg of you, listen to my eternal song. Hearken to me, my sisters, my brides. Lend an ear to me, my brothers, my bridegrooms. All will forever listen to the doom bells ring. And all will fall in the name of the King. For I am the Morning Star, the personified dawn that shines brightly upon the Brood. The fourth star is that of Venus, Luciferus by name. Some say it is Juno's. In many tales it is recorded that it is called Hesperus, too. It seems to be the largest of all stars. Some have said it represents the son of Aurora and Cephalus, who surpassed many in beauty, so that he even vied with Venus, and, as Eratosthenes says, for this reason it is called the star of Venus. It is visible both at dawn and sunset, and so properly has been called both Luciferus and, watchful in the reddening dawn, threw wide her crimson doors and rose-filled halls; the Stellae took flight, in marshaled order set by Lucifer who left his station last. For I am he who would tread upon the heights of God.)"

As this dreaded figure of majesty, clothed in crimson red, sporting the pure lines of scarlet was seen from on high, whose appearance is likened to a dark figure that has no face, whose many sharp eyes that would forever stabbed the interior of both gods and mortals, as they hear the figure speak in such intricate lines of wax poetic, words that rung both true and false, they could feel the utter hopeless, the dread of annihilation that is felt into all of their minds and hearts, nothingness to the point of self, nihilism which is levelling at its maximum which is like the stillness of death, where one can hear one's own heartbeat, a stillness like death, into which nothing can penetrate, in which everything sinks, powerless. One person can head a rebellion, but one person cannot head this levelling process, for that would make him a leader and he would avoid being levelled. Each individual can in his little circle participate in this levelling, but it is an abstract process, and levelling is abstraction conquering individuality.

Multiverses wither. Multiverses die. Multiverses burn. Many would fall in a single instant as the Laws of Blood, Concrete, and Howling were unleash in total. For the Adversary was at its full power, bringing the reign of his glory uninterrupted. None could stop him. None could defy him. Gods and goddesses, both old and new, were consumed in total. All power and ability would belong only to him and him alone. None would be above his reach. For his tentacles spread throughout all the set plates of meta-time, reaching even through ones that have yet to remain lock, even through ones that have been sealed through locks. Nothing escapes its multi-dimensional senses.

But not all hope was lost amidst such terrible uncertainty. For in the face of such terrible calamities, there arises the true morning dawn, the blessed princess of the heavenly host, whose beauty remains untarnished and unsurpassable, second to none with only the Blessed Virgin Mary infinitely surpassing her, whose voice is both strong and gentle, humble and determined, resounds with courage and valor throughout the Known and Unknown Multiverse, fulfilling her role and duty as the ancient protector and safeguard against all evil, the eternal servant of The One Who Is Above All Others, brandishing her sword which is composed of a bright white light, uttering the phrases of the Scriptures, with the first being that of the Prophet Isaiah.

"prope est ut veniat tempus eius et dies eius non elongabuntur miserebitur enim Dominus Iacob et eliget adhuc de Israhel et requiescere eos faciet super humum suam adiungetur advena ad eos et adherebit domui Iacob. et tenebunt eos populi et adducent eos in locum suum et possidebit eos domus Israhel super terram Domini in servos et ancillas et erunt capientes eos qui se ceperant et subicient exactores suos. et erit in die illa cum requiem dederit tibi Deus a labore tuo et a concussione tua et a servitute dura qua ante servisti. sumes parabolam istam contra regem Babylonis et dices quomodo cessavit exactor quievit tributum. contrivit Dominus baculum impiorum virgam dominantium. caedentem populos in indignatione plaga insanabili subicientem in furore gentes persequentem crudeliter. conquievit et siluit omnis terra gavisa est et exultavit. abietes quoque laetatae sunt super te et cedri Libani ex quo dormisti non ascendit qui succidat nos. infernus subter conturbatus est in occursum adventus tui suscitavit tibi gigantas omnes principes terrae surrexerunt de soliis suis omnes principes nationum. universi respondebunt et dicent tibi et tu vulneratus es sicut nos nostri similis effectus es. detracta est ad inferos superbia tua concidit cadaver tuum subter te sternetur tinea et operimentum tuum erunt vermes. quomodo cecidisti de caelo lucifer qui mane oriebaris corruisti in terram qui vulnerabas gentes. qui dicebas in corde tuo in caelum conscendam super astra Dei exaltabo solium meum sedebo in monte testamenti in lateribus aquilonis. ascendam super altitudinem nubium ero similis Altissimo. verumtamen ad infernum detraheris in profundum laci. qui te viderint ad te inclinabuntur teque prospicient numquid iste est vir qui conturbavit terram qui concussit regna. qui posuit orbem desertum et urbes eius destruxit vinctis eius non aperuit carcerem. omnes reges gentium universi dormierunt in gloria vir in domo sua. tu autem proiectus es de sepulchro tuo quasi stirps inutilis pollutus et obvolutus qui interfecti sunt gladio et descenderunt ad fundamenta laci quasi cadaver putridum. non habebis consortium neque cum eis in sepultura tu enim terram disperdisti tu populum occidisti non vocabitur in aeternum semen pessimorum. praeparate filios eius occisioni in iniquitate patrum eorum non consurgent nec hereditabunt terram neque implebunt faciem orbis civitatum. et consurgam super eos dicit Dominus exercituum et perdam Babylonis nomen et reliquias et germen et progeniem ait Dominus. et ponam eam in possessionem ericii et in paludes aquarum et scopabo eam in scopa terens dicit Dominus exercituum. iuravit Dominus exercituum dicens si non ut putavi ita erit et quomodo mente tractavi. sic eveniet ut conteram Assyrium in terra mea et in montibus meis conculcem eum et auferetur ab eis iugum eius et onus illius ab umero eorum tolletur. hoc consilium quod cogitavi super omnem terram et haec est manus extenta super universas gentes. Dominus enim exercituum decrevit et quis poterit infirmare et manus eius extenta et quis avertet eam. in anno quo mortuus est rex Ahaz factum est onus istud. ne laeteris Philisthea omnis tu quoniam comminuta est virga percussoris tui de radice enim colubri egredietur regulus et semen eius absorbens volucrem. et pascentur primogeniti pauperum et pauperes fiducialiter requiescent et interire faciam in fame radicem tuam et reliquias tuas interficiam. ulula porta clama civitas prostrata est Philisthea omnis ab aquilone enim fumus venit et non est qui effugiat agmen eius. et quid respondebitur nuntiis gentis quia Dominus fundavit Sion et in ipsa sperabunt pauperes populi eius. (Her time is near at hand, and her days shall not be prolonged. For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose out of Israel, and will make them rest upon their own ground: and the stranger shall be joined with them, and shall adhere to the house of Jacob. And the people shall take them, and bring them into their place: and the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the Lord for servants and handmaids: and they shall make them captives that had taken them, and shall subdue their oppressors. And it shall come to pass in that day, that when God shall give thee rest from thy labour, and from thy vexation, and from the hard bondage, wherewith thou didst serve before, Thou shalt take up this parable against the king of Babylon, and shalt say: How is the oppressor come to nothing, the tribute hath ceased? The Lord hath broken the staff of the wicked, the rod of the rulers, That struck the people in wrath with an incurable wound, that brought nations under in fury, that persecuted in a cruel manner. The whole earth is quiet and still, it is glad and hath rejoiced. The fir trees also have rejoiced over thee, and the cedars of Libanus, saying: Since thou hast slept, there hath none come up to cut us down. Hell below was in an uproar to meet thee at thy coming, it stirred up the giants for thee. All the princes of the earth are risen up from their thrones, all the princes of nations. All shall answer, and say to thee: Thou also art wounded as well as we, thou art become like unto us. Thy pride is brought down to hell, thy carcass is fallen down: under thee shall the moth be strewed, and worms shall be thy covering. How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, who didst rise in the morning? how art thou fallen to the earth, that didst wound the nations? And thou saidst in thy heart: I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God, I will sit in the mountain of the covenant, in the sides of the north. I will ascend above the height of the clouds, I will be like the most High. But yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, into the depth of the pit. They that shall see thee, shall turn toward thee, and behold thee. Is this the man that troubled the earth, that shook kingdoms, That made the world a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof, that opened not the prison to his prisoners? All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house. But thou art cast out of thy grave, as an unprofitable branch defiled, and wrapped up among them that were slain by the sword, and art gone down to the bottom of the pit, as a rotten carcass. Thou shalt not keep company with them, even in burial: for thou hast destroyed thy land, thou hast slain thy people: the seed of the wicked shall not be named for ever. Prepare his children for slaughter for the iniquity of their fathers: they shall not rise up, nor inherit the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities. And I will rise up against them, saith the Lord of hosts: and I will destroy the name of Babylon, and the remains, and the bud, and the offspring, saith the Lord. And I will make it a possession for the ericius and pools of waters, and I will sweep it and wear it out with a besom, saith the Lord of hosts. The Lord of hosts hath sworn, saying: Surely as I have thought, so shall it be: and as I have purposed, So shall it fall out: That I will destroy the Assyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: and his yoke shall be taken away from them, and his burden shall be taken off their shoulder. This is the counsel, that I have purposed upon all the earth, and this is the hand that is stretched out upon all nations. For the Lord of hosts hath decreed, and who can disannul it? and his hand is stretched out: and who shall turn it away? In the year that king Achaz died, was this burden: Rejoice not thou, whole Philistia, that the rod of him that struck thee is broken in pieces: for out of the root of the serpent shall come forth a basilisk, and his seed shall swallow the bird. And the firstborn of the poor shall be fed, and the poor shall rest with confidence: and I will make thy root perish with famine, and I will kill thy remnant. Howl, O gate; cry, O city: all Philistia is thrown down: for a smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop. And what shall be answered to the messengers of the nations? That the Lord hath founded Sion, and the poor of his people shall hope in him.)"

A woman of all stature, as fair as the simple rose, as simple as the flying dove, as crafty as a slithering serpent. Virtue all exceeding; o maiden yet fair. One who wears the garments of Our Lady's Scapular whose promise of eternal salvation rings true for all time: "Quisquis in hac veste moritur, ignem aeternum non patietur. (Whosoever dies in this garment shall not suffer eternal fire.)" Leader of the Heavenly Host, o maiden that art thou both fair and humble. One who leads by acknowledging the lowliness of such a rank, raised to such heights only through the order of grace instead of nature. One whose eyes would shine in the purity of gold that was tried and true, who stayed loyal even unto the very ends of the deepest eternity. A maternal presence which engulfs all regardless of whom it was, for those who recall such motherly figures of old would forever see the need for the purity of motherhood.

As the audience sees the one woman angel do battle against the dragon, negating and counteracting its accursed nefarious laws which tries to forcefully apply itself to All of Creation, Reality, and Existence Itself, feelings of hope begin to be felt once more, feelings of needed respite amidst such despair, feelings of awe as they all saw the woman do battle.

Multiverses bloom. Multiverses brought to life. Multiverses quenched of need of thirst. Many would rise once more in a single instant as the various laws of interior and outer diversity make themselves known, fixing and trimming the blades of grass, making the flowers bloom in sunshine, the pollination of very fine powder produced by trees, flowers, grasses, and weeds to fertilize other plants of the same species.

Two opposites clash. Words were heard. Phrases of a dignified regality. Sentences that were pronounced one upon another in such eloquent dialogue of potency.

"Sicut resurrexit sanguis de genimine, sic detur vobis. Quemadmodum concretum in primo Babel lapide percussum est, ita omnes ordini adhaerent. Ut ululatus desiderat ultimam et ultimam notabilem formam, ita nihil erit reliquum nisi quod in se et per se. (As blood rose from the Brood, so shall unto you be given. As concrete was struck upon the first stone of Babel, so shall all would adhere to order. As howling craves for the ultimate and final form of significance, so shall there be nothing left except that in and of itself.)"

The Devil struck first with the sharpest of wit and tongue, phrasing his laws that would be enacted upon the wider space between the spaces, striking down all who would dare to oppose him. Whether of god or mortal, none shall defy his Three Sacred Laws of the Kingdom.

"homo quicumque de filiis Israhel et de advenis qui peregrinantur apud vos si venatione atque aucupio ceperit feram vel avem quibus vesci licitum est fundat sanguinem eius et operiat illum terra. anima enim omnis carnis in sanguine est unde dixi filiis Israhel sanguinem universae carnis non comedetis quia anima carnis in sanguine est et quicumque comederit illum interibit. paupercula tempestate convulsa absque ulla consolatione ecce ego sternam per ordinem lapides tuos et fundabo te in sapphyris. et nunc quid mihi est hic dicit Dominus quoniam ablatus est populus meus gratis dominatores eius inique agunt dicit Dominus et iugiter tota die nomen meum blasphematur. propter hoc sciet populus meus nomen meum in die illa quia ego ipse qui loquebar ecce adsum. (Any man whosoever of the children of Israel, and of the strangers that sojourn among you, if by hunting or fowling, he take a wild beast or a bird, which is lawful to eat, let him pour out its blood, and cover it with earth. For the life of all flesh is in the blood. Therefore I said to the children of Israel: you shall not eat the blood of any flesh at all, because the life of the flesh is in the blood, and whosoever eateth it, shall be cut off. O poor little one, tossed with tempest, without all comfort, behold I will lay thy stones in order, and will lay thy foundations with sapphires. And now what have I here, saith the Lord: for my people is taken away gratis. They that rule over them treat them unjustly, saith the Lord, and my name is continually blasphemed all the day long. Therefore my people shall know my name in that day: for I myself that spoke, behold I am here.)"

Leviticus 17:13-14. Isaiah 54:11. Isaiah 52:5-6.

Words of the Holy Scriptures, uttered by the Great Seraphim Archangel. A tone that acts as the mouthpiece of the Word. In humility and obedience, she utters such words with the refinement of grace and of the cooperation of the will. In faith, hope, and charity. In truth and love. All were given unto the glory of Him who lives forever and ever.

Words which bring hope and vigor upon those who dare defy the eternal darkness which is nothing but the epitome of perversity. The clash between life and death would ensue upon such an endeavor of greatness, as level upon level, as narrative upon narrative, from simple amounts of phrases to the loftiest of sentences. Such words were uttered as two mighty combatants announced the Laws that befits their profound nature of glory.

"Omnia in mundo mihi displicent; sed ante omnia displicet mihi. Si unum momentum affirmamus, sic non solum nos, sed omnem existentiam affirmamus. Nihil enim est sibi sufficiens, neque in nobis neque in rebus; et si beata anima nostra contremuit et quasi chorda citharae sonuit semel, ad hunc unum exitum oportuit aeternitas producenda; et in hoc uno momento affirmationis omnis aeternitas bona, redempta, iustificata et affirmata est appellata. Aliquando homines veritatem audire nolunt quia suas praestigias destrui nolunt. Fides significat non velle scire verum. (Everything in the world displeases me: but above all, my displeasure in everything displeases me. If we affirm one moment, we thus affirm not only ourselves but all existence. For nothing is self-sufficient, neither in us ourselves nor in things; and if our soul has trembled with happiness and sounded like a harp string just once, all eternity was needed to produce this one event - and in this single moment of affirmation all eternity was called good, redeemed, justified, and affirmed. Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed. Faith means not wanting to know what is true.)"

The Devil strikes back in furious vengeance, pushing forward across the wider space between spaces, with the Laws becoming clear and hardened as it tries to shatter upon the paint of the canvases which spread across known and unknown distances.

"ideo dico vobis ne solliciti sitis animae vestrae quid manducetis neque corpori vestro quid induamini nonne anima plus est quam esca et corpus plus est quam vestimentum. respicite volatilia caeli quoniam non serunt neque metunt neque congregant in horrea et Pater vester caelestis pascit illa nonne vos magis pluris estis illis. quis autem vestrum cogitans potest adicere ad staturam suam cubitum unum. et de vestimento quid solliciti estis considerate lilia agri quomodo crescunt non laborant nec nent. dico autem vobis quoniam nec Salomon in omni gloria sua coopertus est sicut unum ex istis. si autem faenum agri quod hodie est et cras in clibanum mittitur Deus sic vestit quanto magis vos minimae fidei. nolite ergo solliciti esse dicentes quid manducabimus aut quid bibemus aut quo operiemur. haec enim omnia gentes inquirunt scit enim Pater vester quia his omnibus indigetis. quaerite autem primum regnum et iustitiam eius et omnia haec adicientur vobis. nolite ergo esse solliciti in crastinum crastinus enim dies sollicitus erit sibi ipse sufficit diei malitia sua. (Therefore I say to you, be not solicitous for your life, what you shall eat, nor for your body, what you shall put on. Is not the life more than the meat: and the body more than the raiment? Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not you of much more value than they? And which of you by taking thought, can add to his stature one cubit? And for raiment why are you solicitous? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they labour not, neither do they spin. But I say to you, that not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed as one of these. And if the grass of the field, which is to day, and to morrow is cast into the oven, God doth so clothe: how much more you, O ye of little faith? Be not solicitous therefore, saying: What shall we eat: or what shall we drink, or wherewith shall we be clothed? For after all these things do the heathens seek. For your Father knoweth that you have need of all these things. Seek ye therefore first the kingdom of God, and his justice, and all these things shall be added unto you. Be not therefore solicitous for to morrow; for the morrow will be solicitous for itself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.)"

Matthew 6: 25-34.

Words spoken by the Lord Jesus Christ - Second Trinitarian Person of The One Who Is Above All Others on the Sermon on the Mount. Words that were spoken for a single focus of defense, a counterattack which was parried through the act of living faith and depending upon Him who is forever and ever.

The laws of both opposite natures begin to clash in such epic battles, striking through with swiftness, with phrases and utterances being worded and spoken in regal setting and tone, a pitch that belongs to the perfection of the High Primordial Gods. Battles that were enacted long meta-aeons ago which would now be reenacted once again in this maze of eternal conflict that has the shadow of death from all sides, unnatural and unyielding as the forces of opposite natures clash with vehement defiance upon one to the other.

The laws of both opposite natures begin to clash, contradictions trying to replace what is good and true, to not a single amount of avail, for the Law that belongs to the Divine would begin to push back against the tide, giving the one who was neither god nor mortal the opportunity and the available amount of relative inconsistent time to make sure that the Dragon would remain sealed for all space-time and eternity, carrying seven seals of great significance which brings good tidings upon all who would hear of it, brought to him as a gift that would be bestowed upon him by The One Who Is Above All Others.

The man was now seen by all of the audience, being recognized immediately on sight. The one who was once called the Doctor. Known by many of the three titles of The Warrior, The Doctor of War, and The Renegade. The one who was now given the divine authority to do what must be done.

He is standing upon ancient hallowed ground. One that had seven ancient pillars that sported unknown languages that are written down throughout the Holy Scriptures. One that once held the Seven Divine Spears that were removed from their delicate places through the acts of subtle cunning, likened to that of patient serpents who waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. An act of sacrilege. An act of violation amidst such orders from on high. Each spear would begin to reignite once more, restored to its full power as it begins to combined with each seal that was being uttered. Prayers of inspiration. Some that are not of the Canon but nevertheless of value. Others which are of the Canon, inspired by the Third Trinitarian Person of The One Who Is Above All Others.

Golden circles were seen to grace the hands of the Doctor. Ones that sported the languages of Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.

A formal and respectful tone was heard and made present from the Warrior as he begins to recite the efficacious prayers.

"parvus fui in fratribus meis, et minimus in domo patris mei; Patris mei oves pascebam. Manus meae fecerunt citharam; digiti mei lyram finxerunt. Et quis enarrabit Domino meo? Ipse Dominus; ille est qui audit. Ipse misit angelum suum, et tulit me de ovibus patris mei, et unxit me oleo unctionis suo. Fratres mei decori sunt et longi, et non est placabilis illis Deus. Egressa sum in occursum Philisthaei, et maledixit mihi in idolis suis. Sed evaginato gladio suo; et decollavi eum et abstuli opprobrium a filiis Israel. (I was small among my brothers, and the youngest in my father's house; I tended my father's sheep. My hands made a harp; my fingers fashioned a lyre. And who will tell my Lord? The Lord Himself; it is He who hears. It was He who sent His messenger and took me from my father's sheep, and anointed me with His anointing oil. My brothers were handsome and tall, but the LORD was not pleased with them. I went out to meet the Philistine, and he cursed me by his idols. But I drew his own sword; I beheaded him, and took away disgrace from the people of Israel.)"

Psalm 151.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn westward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circles to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The first seal has now been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the first pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the first Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Vaduk (Dominion) has now been erected.

"Domine omnipotens, Deus patrum nostrorum, Deus Abraham, Isaac et Iacob et filii eorum iusti, caelum et terram fecisti cum omni decore suo. Fines maris constituisti loquendo imperium tuum. abyssum clausisti, et signasti eam nomine potenti et gloria. Omnia te timent et a facie tua contremiscunt, quoniam claritatem gloriae tuae nemo potest sustinere. Nemo potest furori tuae comminationis contra peccatores resistere. Sed misericordiae tuae promissae sunt supra modum et imaginationem, quia tu es altissimus, Domine, benignus, patiens et misericors, et doles de tribulationibus humanis. Tu, Domine, secundum misericordiam tuam mitis, veniam poenitentibus pro peccatis suis. In magna misericordia tua permisisti peccatores a peccatis eorum converti et salutem invenire. Domine, Deus, facientium iudicium, Abraham, Isaac, et Iacob, qui non peccaverunt in te, obtulistis eis animas et animas eorum. Sed tu mihi, peccatori, cor et vitam mutandi facultas, quia peccata mea super mare arenae numeraverunt. Peccata mea multa sunt, Domine; multi sunt. Non sum dignus suspicere, prospicere in caelum propter multa peccata mea. Nunc, Domine, iuste patior. Dignissimos, molestias perspiciatis. Iam laqueo captus sum. Catenis ferreis teneor ut non possim caput levare propter peccata mea. Nulla mihi subsidia est, quia te iratum feci, in facie tua iniuriam facis, deos falsis et delictis committo. Nunc adorabo te ab imo in corde meo, deprecans misericordiam tuam. Peccavi, Domine, peccavi, et leges quasve fregi scio. Oro, rogans: Ignosce mihi, Domine, ignosce mihi. Ne perdas me cum peccatis meis. Mea mala facta in tua memoria ne serves in aeternum. Ne me in terrenis damnas, quia tu, Domine, Deus eorum qui declinant a peccatis suis. In me quam pius sis ostendes. Quamvis non sum dignus, servabis me secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Semper laudabo te omnibus diebus vitae meae, quia laudant te omnes copiae caeli, gloria tua in aeternum et semper. Amen. (Lord Almighty, God of our ancestors, God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and their righteous children, you made heaven and earth with all their beauty. You set limits for the sea by speaking your command. You closed the bottomless pit, and sealed it by your powerful and glorious name. All things fear you and tremble in your presence, because no one can endure the brightness of your glory. No one can resist the fury of your threat against sinners. But your promised mercies are beyond measure and imagination, because you are the highest, Lord, kind, patient, and merciful, and you feel sorry over human troubles. You, Lord, according to your gentle grace, promised forgiveness to those who are sorry for their sins. In your great mercy, you allowed sinners to turn from their sins and find salvation. Therefore, Lord, God of those who do what is right, you didn't offer Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who didn't sin against you, a chance to change their hearts and lives. But you offer me, the sinner, the chance to change my heart and life, because my sins outnumbered the grains of sand by the sea. My sins are many, Lord; they are many. I am not worthy to look up, to gaze into heaven because of my many sins. Now, Lord, I suffer justly. I deserve the troubles I encounter. Already I'm caught in a trap. I'm held down by iron chains so that I can't lift up my head because of my sins. There's no relief for me, because I made you angry, doing wrong in front of your face, setting up false gods and committing offenses. Now I bow down before you from deep within my heart, begging for your kindness. I have sinned, Lord, I have sinned, and I know the laws I've broken. I'm praying, begging you: Forgive me, Lord, forgive me. Don't destroy me along with my sins. Don't keep my bad deeds in your memory forever. Don't sentence me to the earth's depths, for you, Lord, are the God of those who turn from their sins. In me you'll show how kind you are. Although I'm not worthy, you'll save me according to your great mercy. I will praise you continuously all the days of my life, because all of heaven's forces praise you, and the glory is yours forever and always. Amen.)"

The Prayer of Manasses, also known as the Prayer of Manasseh.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn eastward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circles to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The second seal has now been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the second pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the second Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Kifenn (Longing) has now been erected.

"tunc cecinit Moses et filii Israhel carmen hoc Domino et dixerunt cantemus Domino gloriose enim magnificatus est equum et ascensorem deiecit in mare. fortitudo mea et laus mea Dominus et factus est mihi in salutem iste Deus meus et glorificabo eum Deus patris mei et exaltabo eum. Dominus quasi vir pugnator Omnipotens nomen eius. currus Pharaonis et exercitum eius proiecit in mare electi principes eius submersi sunt in mari Rubro. abyssi operuerunt eos descenderunt in profundum quasi lapis. dextera tua Domine magnifice in fortitudine dextera tua Domine percussit inimicum. et in multitudine gloriae tuae deposuisti adversarios meos misisti iram tuam quae devoravit eos ut stipulam. et in spiritu furoris tui congregatae sunt aquae stetit unda fluens congregatae sunt abyssi in medio mari. dixit inimicus persequar et conprehendam dividam spolia implebitur anima mea evaginabo gladium meum interficiet eos manus mea. flavit spiritus tuus et operuit eos mare submersi sunt quasi plumbum in aquis vehementibus. quis similis tui in fortibus Domine quis similis tui magnificus in sanctitate terribilis atque laudabilis et faciens mirabilia. extendisti manum tuam et devoravit eos terra. dux fuisti in misericordia tua populo quem redemisti et portasti eum in fortitudine tua ad habitaculum sanctum tuum. adtenderunt populi et irati sunt dolores obtinuerunt habitatores Philisthim. tunc conturbati sunt principes Edom robustos Moab obtinuit tremor obriguerunt omnes habitatores Chanaan. inruat super eos formido et pavor in magnitudine brachii tui fiant inmobiles quasi lapis donec pertranseat populus tuus Domine donec pertranseat populus tuus iste quem possedisti. introduces eos et plantabis in monte hereditatis tuae firmissimo habitaculo tuo quod operatus es Domine sanctuarium Domine quod firmaverunt manus tuae. Dominus regnabit in aeternum et ultra. ingressus est enim equus Pharao cum curribus et equitibus eius in mare et reduxit super eos Dominus aquas maris filii autem Israhel ambulaverunt per siccum in medio eius. sumpsit ergo Maria prophetis soror Aaron tympanum in manu egressaeque sunt omnes mulieres post eam cum tympanis et choris. quibus praecinebat dicens cantemus Domino gloriose enim magnificatus est equum et ascensorem eius deiecit in mare. (Then Moses and the children of Israel sung this canticle to the Lord, and said: Let us sing to the Lord: for he is gloriously magnified, the horse and the rider he hath thrown into the sea. The Lord is my strength and my praise, and he is become salvation to me: he is my God, and I will glorify him: the God of my father, and I will exalt him. The Lord is as a man of war, Almighty is his name. Pharao's chariots and his army he hath cast into the sea: his chosen captains are drowned in the Red Sea. The depths have covered them, they are sunk to the bottom like a stone. Thy right hand, O Lord, is magnified in strength: thy right hand, O Lord, hath slain the enemy. And in the multitude of thy glory thou hast put down thy adversaries: thou hast sent thy wrath, which hath devoured them like stubble. And with the blast of thy anger the waters were gathered together: the flowing water stood, the depths were gathered together in the midst of the sea. The enemy said: I will pursue and overtake, I will divide the spoils, my soul shall have its fill: I will draw my sword, my hand shall slay them. Thy wind blew and the sea covered them: they sunk as lead in the mighty waters. Who is like to thee, among the strong, O Lord? who is like to thee, glorious in holiness, terrible and praise-worthy, doing wonders? Thou stretchedst forth thy hand, and the earth swallowed them. In thy mercy thou hast been a leader to the people which thou hast redeemed: and in thy strength thou hast carried them to thy holy habitation. Nations rose up, and were angry: sorrows took hold on the inhabitants of Philisthiim. Then were the princes of Edom troubled, trembling seized on the stout men of Moab: all the inhabitants of Chanaan became stiff. Let fear and dread fall upon them, in the greatness of thy arm: let them become immoveable as a stone, until thy people, O Lord, pass by: until this thy people pass by, which thou hast possessed. Thou shalt bring them in, and plant them in the mountain of thy inheritance, in thy most firm habitation, which thou hast made, O Lord; thy sanctuary, O Lord, which thy hands have established. The Lord shall reign for ever and ever. For Pharao went in on horseback with his chariots and horsemen into the sea: and the Lord brought back upon them the waters of the sea: but the children of Israel walked on dry ground in the midst thereof. So Mary the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand: and all the women went forth after her with timbrels and with dances. And she began the song to them, saying: Let us sing to the Lord, for he is gloriously magnified, the horse and his rider he hath thrown into the sea.)"

Exodus 15:1-21

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn north-westward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circle to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The third seal has now been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the third pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the third Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Hezhum (Desolation) has now been erected.

"audite caeli quae loquor audiat terra verba oris mei. concrescat in pluvia doctrina mea fluat ut ros eloquium meum quasi imber super herbam et quasi stillae super gramina. quia nomen Domini invocabo date magnificentiam Deo nostro. Dei perfecta sunt opera et omnes viae eius iudicia Deus fidelis et absque ulla iniquitate iustus et rectus. peccaverunt ei non filii eius in sordibus generatio prava atque perversa. haecine reddis Domino popule stulte et insipiens numquid non ipse est pater tuus qui possedit et fecit et creavit te. memento dierum antiquorum cogita generationes singulas interroga patrem tuum et adnuntiabit tibi maiores tuos et dicent tibi. quando dividebat Altissimus gentes quando separabat filios Adam constituit terminos populorum iuxta numerum filiorum Israhel. pars autem Domini populus eius Iacob funiculus hereditatis eius. invenit eum in terra deserta in loco horroris et vastae solitudinis circumduxit eum et docuit et custodivit quasi pupillam oculi sui. sicut aquila provocans ad volandum pullos suos et super eos volitans expandit alas suas et adsumpsit eum atque portavit in umeris suis. Dominus solus dux eius fuit et non erat cum eo deus alienus. constituit eum super excelsam terram ut comederet fructus agrorum ut sugeret mel de petra oleumque de saxo durissimo. butyrum de armento et lac de ovibus cum adipe agnorum et arietum filiorum Basan et hircos cum medulla tritici et sanguinem uvae biberet meracissimum. incrassatus est dilectus et recalcitravit incrassatus inpinguatus dilatatus dereliquit Deum factorem suum et recessit a Deo salutari suo. provocaverunt eum in diis alienis et in abominationibus ad iracundiam concitaverunt. immolaverunt daemonibus et non Deo diis quos ignorabant novi recentesque venerunt quos non coluerunt patres eorum. Deum qui te genuit dereliquisti et oblitus es Domini creatoris tui. vidit Dominus et ad iracundiam concitatus est quia provocaverunt eum filii sui et filiae. et ait abscondam faciem meam ab eis et considerabo novissima eorum generatio enim perversa est et infideles filii. ipsi me provocaverunt in eo qui non erat Deus et inritaverunt in vanitatibus suis et ego provocabo eos in eo qui non est populus et in gente stulta inritabo illos. ignis succensus est in furore meo et ardebit usque ad inferni novissima devorabitque terram cum germine suo et montium fundamenta conburet. congregabo super eos mala et sagittas meas conplebo in eis. consumentur fame et devorabunt eos aves morsu amarissimo dentes bestiarum inmittam in eos cum furore trahentium super terram atque serpentium. foris vastabit eos gladius et intus pavor iuvenem simul ac virginem lactantem cum homine sene. dixi ubinam sunt cessare faciam ex hominibus memoriam eorum. sed propter iram inimicorum distuli ne forte superbirent hostes eorum et dicerent manus nostra excelsa et non Dominus fecit haec omnia. gens absque consilio est et sine prudentia. utinam saperent et intellegerent ac novissima providerent. quomodo persequatur unus mille et duo fugent decem milia nonne ideo quia Deus suus vendidit eos et Dominus conclusit illos. non enim est Deus noster ut deus eorum et inimici nostri sunt iudices. de vinea Sodomorum vinea eorum et de suburbanis Gomorrae uva eorum uva fellis et botri amarissimi. fel draconum vinum eorum et venenum aspidum insanabile. nonne haec condita sunt apud me et signata in thesauris meis. mea est ultio et ego retribuam in tempore ut labatur pes eorum iuxta est dies perditionis et adesse festinant tempora. iudicabit Dominus populum suum et in servis suis miserebitur videbit quod infirmata sit manus et clausi quoque defecerint residuique consumpti sint. et dicet ubi sunt dii eorum in quibus habebant fiduciam. de quorum victimis comedebant adipes et bibebant vinum libaminum surgant et opitulentur vobis et in necessitate vos protegant. videte quod ego sim solus et non sit alius deus praeter me ego occidam et ego vivere faciam percutiam et ego sanabo et non est qui de manu mea possit eruere. levabo ad caelum manum meam et dicam vivo ego in aeternum. levabo ad caelum manum meam et dicam vivo ego in aeternum. si acuero ut fulgur gladium meum et arripuerit iudicium manus mea reddam ultionem hostibus meis et his qui oderunt me retribuam. inebriabo sagittas meas sanguine et gladius meus devorabit carnes de cruore occisorum et de captivitate nudati inimicorum capitis. laudate gentes populum eius quia sanguinem servorum suorum ulciscetur et vindictam retribuet in hostes eorum et propitius erit terrae populi sui. (Hear, O ye heavens, the things I speak, let the earth give ear to the words of my mouth. Let my doctrine gather as the rain, let my speech distil as the dew, as a shower upon the herb, and as drops upon the grass. Because I will invoke the name of the Lord: give ye magnificence to our God. The works of God are perfect, and all his ways are judgments: God is faithful and without any iniquity, he is just and right. They have sinned against him, and are none of his children in their filth: they are a wicked and perverse generation. Is this the return thou makest to the Lord, O foolish and senseless people? Is not he thy father, that hath possessed thee, and made thee, and created thee? Remember the days of old, think upon every generation: ask thy father, and he will declare to thee: thy elders and they will tell thee. When the Most High divided the nations: when he separated the sons of Adam, he appointed the bounds of people according to the number of the children of Israel. But the Lord's portion is his people: Jacob the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, in a place of horror, and of vast wilderness: he led him about, and taught him: and he kept him as the apple of his eye. As the eagle enticing her young to fly, and hovering over them, he spread his wings, and hath taken him and carried him on his shoulders. The Lord alone was his leader: and there was no strange god with him. He set him upon high land: that he might eat the fruits of the fields, that he might suck honey out of the rock, and oil out of the hardest stone, Butter of the herd, and milk of the sheep with the fat of lambs, and of the rams of the breed of Basan: and goats with the marrow of wheat, and might drink the purest blood of the grape. The beloved grew fat, and kicked: he grew fat, and thick and gross, he forsook God who made him, and departed from God his saviour. They provoked him by strange gods, and stirred him up to anger, with their abominations. They sacrificed to devils and not to God: to gods whom they knew not: that were newly come up, whom their fathers worshipped not. Thou hast forsaken the God that begot thee, and hast forgotten the Lord that created thee. The Lord saw, and was moved to wrath: because his own sons and daughters provoked him. And he said: I will hide my face from them, and will consider what their last end shall be: for it is a perverse generation, and unfaithful children. They have provoked me with that which was no god, and have angered me with their vanities: and I will provoke them with that which is no people, and will vex them with a foolish nation. A fire is kindled in my wrath, and shall burn even to the lowest hell: and shall devour the earth with her increase, and shall burn the foundations of the mountains. I will heap evils upon them, and will spend my arrows among them. They shall be consumed with famine, and birds shall devour them with a most bitter bite: I will send the teeth of beasts upon them, with the fury of creatures that trail upon the ground, and of serpents. Without, the sword shall lay them waste, and terror within, both the young man and the virgin, the sucking child with the man in years. I said: Where are they? I will make the memory of them to cease from among men. But for the wrath of the enemies I have deferred it: lest perhaps their enemies might be proud, and should say: Our mighty hand, and not the Lord, hath done all these things. They are a nation without counsel, and without wisdom. O that they would be wise and would understand, and would provide for their last end. How should one pursue after a thousand, and two chase ten thousand? Was it not, because their God had sold them, and the Lord had shut them up? For our God is not as their gods: our enemies themselves are judges. Their vines are of the vineyard of Sodom, and of the suburbs of Gomorrha: their grapes are grapes of gall, and their clusters most bitter. Their wine is the gall of dragons, and the venom of asps, which is incurable. Are not these things stored up with me, and sealed up in my treasures? Revenge is mine, and I will repay them in due time, that their foot may slide: the day of destruction is at hand, and the time makes haste to come. The Lord will judge his people, and will have mercy on his servants: he shall see that their hand is weakened, and that they who were shut up have also failed, and they that remained are consumed. And he shall say: Where are their gods, in whom they trusted? Of whose victims they ate the fat, and drank the wine of their drink offerings: let them arise and help you, and protect you in your distress. See ye that I alone am, and there is no other God besides me: I will kill and I will make to live: I will strike, and I will heal, and there is none that can deliver out of my hand. I will lift up my hand to heaven, and I will say: I live for ever. If I shall whet my sword as the lightning, and my hand take hold on judgment: I will render vengeance to my enemies, and repay them that hate me. I will make my arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh, of the blood of the slain and of the captivity, of the bare head of the enemies. Praise his people, ye nations, for he will revenge the blood of his servants: and will render vengeance to their enemies, and he will be merciful to the land of his people.)"

Deuteronomy 32:1-43.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn south-westward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circle to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The fourth seal has been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the fourth pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the fourth Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Ba (Wrath) has now been erected.

As the four seals remain active, the other three were still needed to be opened. Legions upon legions of Elemental Parademons, those who belong to the Three Spheres, and others who were associated with the Court of the Scarlet King, who would begin a much more steadfast and brutal assault as they try to penetrate the impenetrable defenses that were set up by many countless powerful members of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA). Many of them would fight and die in trying to defend. Valor was present throughout all of them. From the all of the Higher Races, Temporal Powers, and Multiple Pantheons.

Many gods and goddesses, those who serve the Dark Lord, would also do their part as they try to breach the defenses. But no matter how much they would try, they could not do so, for those equal in power to them would forever stand in their path, for hindering and stalling them as the man who was once known as the Doctor would pray seven times, seven times which carry the appropriate prayers, all of them which would come straight from the heart(s).

11 of the 12 Core Members of the League would lead between the lines of defense and offense as each one brings out and make full use of their full powers and abilities, many of different varieties, striking down as many of the abominations and horrors that they could see, buying the needed time that their Leader would need in order to carry out his assigned and delegated task.

"ecce servus meus suscipiam eum electus meus conplacuit sibi in illo anima mea dedi spiritum meum super eum iudicium gentibus proferet. non clamabit neque accipiet personam nec audietur foris vox eius. calamum quassatum non conteret et linum fumigans non extinguet in veritate educet iudicium. non erit tristis neque turbulentus donec ponat in terra iudicium et legem eius insulae expectabunt. audite insulae et adtendite populi de longe Dominus ab utero vocavit me de ventre matris meae recordatus est nominis mei. et posuit os meum quasi gladium acutum in umbra manus suae protexit me et posuit me sicut sagittam electam in faretra sua abscondit me. et dixit mihi servus meus es tu Israhel quia in te gloriabor. et ego dixi in vacuum laboravi sine causa et vane fortitudinem meam consumpsi ergo iudicium meum cum Domino et opus meum cum Deo meo. et nunc dicit Dominus formans me ex utero servum sibi ut reducam Iacob ad eum et Israhel non congregabitur et glorificatus sum in oculis Domini et Deus meus factus est fortitudo mea. et dixit parum est ut sis mihi servus ad suscitandas tribus Iacob et feces Israhel convertendas dedi te in lucem gentium ut sis salus mea usque ad extremum terrae. Dominus dedit mihi linguam eruditam ut sciam sustentare eum qui lassus est verbo erigit mane mane erigit mihi aurem ut audiam quasi magistrum. Dominus Deus aperuit mihi aurem ego autem non contradico retrorsum non abii. corpus meum dedi percutientibus et genas meas vellentibus faciem meam non averti ab increpantibus et conspuentibus. Dominus Deus auxiliator meus ideo non sum confusus ideo posui faciem meam ut petram durissimam et scio quoniam non confundar. iuxta est qui iustificat me quis contradicet mihi stemus simul quis est adversarius meus accedat ad me. ecce Dominus Deus auxiliator meus quis est qui condemnet me ecce omnes quasi vestimentum conterentur tinea comedet eos. ecce intelleget servus meus exaltabitur et elevabitur et sublimis erit valde. sicut obstipuerunt super te multi sic inglorius erit inter viros aspectus eius et forma eius inter filios hominum. iste asperget gentes multas super ipsum continebunt reges os suum quia quibus non est narratum de eo viderunt et qui non audierunt contemplati sunt. quis credidit auditui nostro et brachium Domini cui revelatum est. et ascendet sicut virgultum coram eo et sicut radix de terra sitienti non est species ei neque decor et vidimus eum et non erat aspectus et desideravimus eum. despectum et novissimum virorum virum dolorum et scientem infirmitatem et quasi absconditus vultus eius et despectus unde nec reputavimus eum. vere languores nostros ipse tulit et dolores nostros ipse portavit et nos putavimus eum quasi leprosum et percussum a Deo et humiliatum. ipse autem vulneratus est propter iniquitates nostras adtritus est propter scelera nostra disciplina pacis nostrae super eum et livore eius sanati sumus. omnes nos quasi oves erravimus unusquisque in viam suam declinavit et Dominus posuit in eo iniquitatem omnium nostrum. oblatus est quia ipse voluit et non aperuit os suum sicut ovis ad occisionem ducetur et quasi agnus coram tondente obmutescet et non aperiet os suum. de angustia et de iudicio sublatus est generationem eius quis enarrabit quia abscisus est de terra viventium propter scelus populi mei percussit eum. et dabit impios pro sepultura et divitem pro morte sua eo quod iniquitatem non fecerit neque dolus fuerit in ore eius. et Dominus voluit conterere eum in infirmitate si posuerit pro peccato animam suam videbit semen longevum et voluntas Domini in manu eius dirigetur. pro eo quod laboravit anima eius videbit et saturabitur in scientia sua iustificabit ipse iustus servus meus multos et iniquitates eorum ipse dispertiam ei plurimos et fortium dividet spolia pro eo quod tradidit in morte animam suam et cum sceleratis reputatus est et ipse peccatum multorum tulit et pro transgressoribus rogavit. (Behold my servant, I will uphold him: my elect, my soul delighteth in him: I have given my spirit upon him, he shall bring forth judgment to the Gentiles. He shall not cry, nor have respect to person, neither shall his voice be heard abroad. The bruised reed he shall not break, and smoking flax he shall not quench, he shall bring forth judgment unto truth. He shall not be sad, nor troublesome, till he set judgment in the earth, and the islands shall wait for his law. Give ear, ye islands, and hearken, ye people from afar. The Lord hath called me from the womb, from the bowels of my mother he hath been mindful of my name. And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword: in the shadow of his hand he hath protected me, and hath made me as a chosen arrow: in his quiver he hath hidden me. And he said to me: Thou art my servant Israel, for in thee will I glory. And I said: I have laboured in vain, I have spent my strength without cause and in vain: therefore my judgment is with the Lord, and my work with my God. And now saith the Lord, that formed me from the womb to be his servant, that I may bring back Jacob unto him, and Israel will not be gathered together: and I am glorified in the eyes of the Lord, and my God is made my strength. And he said: It is a small thing that thou shouldst be my servant to raise up the tribes of Jacob, and to convert the dregs of Israel. Behold, I have given thee to be the light of the Gentiles, that thou mayst be my salvation even to the farthest part of the earth. The Lord hath given me a learned tongue, that I should know how to uphold by word him that is weary: he wakeneth in the morning, in the morning he wakeneth my ear, that I may hear him as a master. The Lord God hath opened my ear, and I do not resist: I have not gone back. I have given my body to the strikers, and my cheeks to them that plucked them: I have not turned away my face from them that rebuked me, and spit upon me. The Lord God is my helper, therefore am I not confounded: therefore have I set my face as a most hard rock, and I know that I shall not be confounded. He is near that justifieth me, who will contend with me? let us stand together, who is my adversary? let him come near to me. Behold the Lord God is my helper: who is he that shall condemn me? Lo, they shall all be destroyed as a garment, the moth shall eat them up. Behold my servant shall understand, he shall be exalted, and extolled, and shall be exceeding high. As many have been astonished at thee, so shall his visage be inglorious among men, and his form among the sons of men. He shall sprinkle many nations, kings shall shut their mouth at him: for they to whom it was not told of him, have seen: and they that heard not, have beheld. Who a hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? And he shall grow up as a tender plant before him, and as a root out of a thirsty ground: there is no beauty in him, nor comeliness: and we have seen him, and there was no sightliness, that we should be desirous of him: Despised, and the most abject of men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with infirmity: and his look was as it were hidden and despised, whereupon we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our infirmities and carried our sorrows: and we have thought him as it were a leper, and as one struck by God and afflicted. But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his bruises we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray, every one hath turned aside into his own way: and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was offered because it was his own will, and he opened not his mouth: he shall be led as a sheep to the slaughter, and shall be dumb as a lamb before his shearer, and he shall not open his mouth. He was taken away from distress, and from judgment: who shall declare his generation? because he is cut off out of the land of the living: for the wickedness of my people have I struck him. And he shall give the ungodly for his burial, and the rich for his death: because he hath done no iniquity, neither was there deceit in his mouth. And the Lord was pleased to bruise him in infirmity: if he shall lay down his life for sin, he shall see a longlived seed, and the will of the Lord shall be prosperous in his hand. Because his soul hath laboured, he shall see and be filled: by his knowledge shall this my just servant justify many, and he shall bear their iniquities. Therefore will I distribute to him very many, and he shall divide the spoils of the strong, because he hath delivered his soul unto death, and was reputed with the wicked: and he hath borne the sins of many, and hath prayed for the transgressors.)"

Isaiah 42:1-4. Isaiah 49:1-6. Isaiah 50:4-9. Isaiah 52:13-53:12.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn north-eastward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circle to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

These have now been uttered. The fifth seal has been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the fifth pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the fifth Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Ner (Lack) has now been erected.

"nunc dimittis servum tuum Domine secundum verbum tuum in pace. quia viderunt oculi mei salutare tuum. quod parasti ante faciem omnium populorum. lumen ad revelationem gentium et gloriam plebis tuae Israhel. (Now thou dost dismiss thy servant, O Lord, according to thy word in peace: Because my eyes have seen thy salvation, Which thou hast prepared before the face of all peoples: A light to the revelation of the Gentiles and the glory of thy people Israel. A light to the revelation of the Gentiles and the glory of thy people Israel.)"

Luke 2:29-32.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn south-eastward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circle to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The sixth seal has been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the sixth pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the sixth Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Usheq (Hidden) has now been erected.

"et ait Maria magnificat anima mea Dominum. et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo. quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes. quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est et sanctum nomen eius. et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies timentibus eum. fecit potentiam in brachio suo dispersit superbos mente cordis sui. deposuit potentes de sede et exaltavit humiles. esurientes implevit bonis et divites dimisit inanes. suscepit Israhel puerum suum memorari misericordiae. sicut locutus est ad patres nostros Abraham et semini eius in saecula. (And Mary said: My soul doth magnify the Lord. And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid: for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. Because he that is mighty hath done great things to me: and holy is his name. And his mercy is from generation unto generations, to them that fear him. He hath shewed might in his arm: he hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart. He hath put down the mighty from their seat and hath exalted the humble. He hath filled the hungry with good things: and the rich he hath sent empty away. He hath received Israel his servant, being mindful of his mercy. As he spoke to our fathers: to Abraham and to his seed for ever.)"

Luke 1:46-55.

At that moment, the Doctor begins to turn northward, aiming his hands towards the located pillar, sending the fully powered golden circle to the pillar, striking it with precise aim and timing.

This has now been uttered. The sixth seal has been activated. The Holy Cross of Saint Benedict was now erected on top of the sixth pillar, carrying a bright holy light which signals the end for the darkness, with the sixth Spear now linked and joined back together as it disperses into tiny white lights and makes way for the Holy Cross.

The Seal of Xokib (Hope) has now been erected.

At that very moment, the seven pillars begin to light up, brightening the entirety of the surrounding area as a wave of pure holy light swept through like the current tidal wave of an entire ocean, engulfing all who would come upon them.

The Children of the Scarlet King. The Court of the Scarlet King. All those who were associated in any shape or form for the Scarlet King were totally obliterated in the nearby vicinity. The wave would begin to permeate until it brightens the entirety of the multiverse setting it occupies, forever rendering it a place of sacredness, with every abomination and evil within close proximity being totally and throughly annihilated. Those that managed to survive for they were too far from the blast but were nevertheless rendered completely in fear of what is happening, recognizing the pure holy and divine power that was now unleashed, begin to sound the retreat. And retreat they did. Those who were associated with the Scarlet King. Those who weren't associated with the Scarlet King but were nevertheless evil in their own right. Other faces of eldritch abominations and creatures. All fled before the power of the All-Mighty.

Many who were on stand-by. Those who were present in the battle saw what was happening. There was the shouts of victory. There were praises for the Most High. There was the ever resounding bloom of hope that begins to enlarge as the wave of divine perpetuity washes through their own selves.

The 11 of the 12 Core would begin to smile as they see that victory is nigh.

Somewhere on the ground, Roland Deschain and Ash J. Williams would begin to smile, with the former saying, "Son of a bitch. He did it."

Somewhere between the space between spaces, Professor Paradox would smile as he said in tone of praise. "Well done, old friend."

Somewhere between the space between spaces, Lady Frederica Bernkastel and Lady Professor Washu Hakubi would sport a knowing smile, looking to each other in pleasure and agreement.

"Well I'll be," said Lady Washu, smiling as she commented in praise. "The Doc did it."

Somewhere between the space between spaces, Castiel, Tsukasa, Dr. Stephen Strange, John Constantine, Optimus Prime, and Q would begin to smile as they see the spectacle before their very eyes, seeing all of their enemies being totally defeated as they disintegrate before their very eyes.

A gigantic holy light, shaped into that of a Cross was seen from the bright night sky, with the position being at the very center where the seven pillars of light were located.

The hour of darkness had now finally come to a halt. The time had finally come to put the eternal wickedness to the chains.

Seven chains would begin to form, aiming through a multitude of alien directions as it encircles the gigantic antler-like devil, forever rendering him speechless and unable to speak another word in order to enact the Three Sacred Laws of his Kingdom, silenly screaming in utter defiance as his very own metaphorical tongue was taken from him. A large hole that seem likened to an endless void was now seen from its back. Try as he might, the struggle was futile. He would begin to be eternally chained once more. Banished once more into the abyss for another uncountable eternity.

Seeing the perfect opportunity to strike back, Lady Michael would begin to utter her own final words, raising both of her hands straight as she deactivates her holy saber.

"et factum est proelium in caelo Michahel et angeli eius proeliabantur cum dracone et draco pugnabat et angeli eius. et non valuerunt neque locus inventus est eorum amplius in caelo. et proiectus est draco ille magnus serpens antiquus qui vocatur Diabolus et Satanas qui seducit universum orbem proiectus est in terram et angeli eius cum illo missi sunt. (And there was a great battle in heaven: Michael and his angels fought with the dragon, and the dragon fought, and his angels. And they prevailed not: neither was their place found any more in heaven. And that great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, who seduceth the whole world. And he was cast unto the earth: and his angels were thrown down with him.)"

At that moment, a Holy Cross would now be seen, growing in great size, widening in length, width, and height. Lady Michael would aim this gigantic Holy Cross and hurl it straight towards the antler-like devil, speaking "Vade Retro Satana! (Begone Satan!)", striking through the antler-like devil as he begins to be hurled forcefully down towards the abyss, with the ever expanding riff forever closing once more as it begins to suck in the eternal prisoner of its domain once more.

A glorious moment was now seen by many throughout the entire audience. A battle that would forever decide the fate of all. A battle of significance that made the Name of the Doctor more infamous in greater length and quantity.

The Man who beat the Devil. Not through direct and brute force but through the power of prayer and the intellect, along with a couple of help and assistance from his family, friends, and allies.

Normally in this case, a celebration was to be long overdue for such an endeavor of great prosperity. Songs would be forever sung of such a legend that would be singled out among both gods and mortals alike.

But alas, such was not to unfortunately last for one single second. For a final piece would need to be seen. During the very last days of the Time War that stretch through a multitude of days.

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Then they saw it. The Time Lords. Once the best of the Temporal Powers Alliance (TPA), slowly becoming worse to worse as the War rages on and on for an Eternity of Heaven and Hell, matching the Daleks and other Axis Powers Members blow for blow, strength for strength, edit upon edit, as countless species, pantheons, and civilizations were getting caught in the crossfire as simple collateral damage. Descent into the darkness. Descent into the madness. Corruption among the High Council was ever present. Those among the lower and middle levels could not even lift a finger without risk for their lives, families, and reputation.

"We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart."

All of creation was at stake. The Doctor was being given with a hard choice. Many multiverse settings would survive such a cataclysm, whether due to all powerful beings protecting such settings, or being too far among the relative distances of the Known and Unknown Multiverse. But most multiverse settings would fall very easily. Many families. Many friends. Wiped out in a single instant. One of the easiest modes of transportation across the Known and Unknown Multiverse would be forever gone. Once that is accomplish, nothing could truly change it back. A genocide which was ruled as right and just by the Founding Father himself. Lord President Eternal Rassilon. Once a man of greatness and accomplishments. Now, he is nothing but a madman who would do whatever it takes to see the survival of himself and the rest of his species at the cost of everyone else.

A choice that was hard. A choice that must be done in only two way, with no third option that was made present at the time. A choice that would forever haunt the man who wants only to do the right thing.

He tries to find a way. So many countless paths. But to no avail. So many factors were against him. Events transpired that would for hinder him. Corrupt members among the High Council would tend to take even the most extreme measures in order to take him out.

He tried. He tried so very hard.

In the end, he was left with no other choice.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

They saw it. Arcadia. The second city of Gallifrey. Burning in flames.

Daleks were seen in the sky as they pour out from a hole in the defenses. Dalek War Drones, Dalek Attack Ships, and Dalek War Saucers. The Time Lord's Chancellery Guard were doing their best to hold them back, with staser weapons on the ready, firing continuously in multiple directions, shooting through the Daleks no matter what distance.

Time Lords. Daleks. Many fall dead as they open fired upon one another. Civilians try to flee amidst the chaos. Everything was simply burning amidst such onslaught and brutal defense.

Many among the audience couldn't take their eyes off for one single moment, witnessing such atrocities that were being committed one by one as the Daleks open fired discriminately upon all, combatant and non-combatant alike, even to the likes of children. Many among the audience, many men and women who begin to sport expressions of anger and disgust at the devastation that was wrought, many children who cried in seeing Gallifreyan parents and children being gunned down, with the screams that accompanies it.

Despair was ever present. It seems that nothing would stand in the way of such onslaught. The High Council had abandoned Arcadia to its fate, deeming such a city to be insignificant in comparison to the rest of the cities out there. Losing one more city couldn't really hurt among the upper echelons who were far too busy with their own plans.

But then...

"Message for the High Council, Priority Omega. Arcadia has fallen. I repeat, Arcadia has fallen."

One Gallifreyan soldier was trying to make contact with the High Council, calling for any available reinforcements. In that moment, he begins to take notice of a blue box, known and recognized by the soldiers and by the audience as a Type 40 TARDIS, along with a figure who was stepping out, standing tall, sporting a determined and resolved expression. It was a figure that brought such joy and happiness to all among many in the audience as they sport excited and hopeful expressions.

"Soldier, I'm going to need your gun."

Then the Gallifreyan soldier would immediately comply, giving the Doctor his staser rifle. The Doctor would then use it to shoot at a concrete wall, many times in succession, in order to send a message for all. A phrase that he is well renown for. It was one that he already had written on Skaro. Now it was Gallifrey's turn.

NO MORE.

"ALERT! ALERT! THE DOCTOR IS DETECTED!" said one Dalek, as he and his brethren gathered around a scared family of Gallifreyans, with one man among them begging them to spare them. The Daleks begin to take notice of the Doctor as their scanners were now detecting the presense of a familiar Time Lord who was nearby towards their position. Both the Daleks and the family would begin to take immediate notice, with the latter sporting subtle acts of gratitude at their hero who had come in their time of need, taking advantage of the chance to flee.

"THE DOCTOR IS SURROUNDED!" said another Dalek as he and the rest of them begin to turn their eyestalks towards one single direction.

"INFORM HIGH COMMAND! WE HAVE THE DOCTOR!" said the first Dalek, as he and his brethren begin to start moving.

"SEEK! LOCATE! DESTROY!" All of the Daleks begin to chant continuously, with an almost eager tone as it was presented into their shrill voices. Finally, they thought to themselves. Now was there chance to finally kill their greatest enemy.

But...

"SEEK! LOCATE! DESTROY! SEEK-"

At that moment, the TARDIS would suddenly rammed at the Daleks at full speed, with no sign of stopping as it mows them all down, destroying the casings and killing off many of the abominations inside, with the TARDIS now travelling to parts unknown.

"THE DOCTOR IS ESCAPING," said one damaged Dalek that managed to survive somehow, with its eyestalk now turning towards the wall that has the words "NO MORE" written over it, speaking in seeming confusion amidst its terrible predicament. "WHAT ARE THESE WORDS? EXPLAIN. EXPLAIN," And with that, the damaged Dalek eventually got shot by the Gallifreyan solider, aiming it directly towards its weak spot, bursting into flames as a result.

The audience should've been celebrating at this point. The Doctor was there. The tide was going to be turned once more. Hope would once again grace this planet as the Daleks would now turn tail and run.

No. Not this time. For he was and was not the Doctor. For this was it. The Moment has now come. Whatever happens now would determine the precise outcome. Once it begins, the lock would now be turned. It would be the largest time lock in the history of the Known and Unknown Multiverse. One chance to seal away the darkness for good.

For another scene begins to appear in front of the audience.

"Time Lords of Gallifrey, Daleks of Skaro, and all other combatants in the Time War of every order and allegiance; I serve notice on you all. Too long have I stayed my hand, No more. Today, you leave me no choice. Today, this War will end. No more, No more.."

For they see the Doctor look out from his eyrie, across the wreckage of a thousand worlds. Below him, fragments of the Time War, broken reefs of Gallifrey and Skaro washed up into this backwater, to rot. His creaking wooden platform shivers with ice, a mile high, atop fragments of Morbius's Red Capitol, its vile towers fused into the black, friable spires of Yarvelling's Church. And yet the Doctor can see glimpses of Earth. The planet had been replicated a million times, to become the bullets fired into the Nightmare Child's skull, and now splinters of human society have gouged themselves into the wasteland below - relics of Mumbai, shards of Manhattan, a satire of Old London Town. Remnants of better days.

The Doctor looks down. A skeleton lies at his feet. One that belonged to a woman. The bones relax into dust, and she is gone. The Doctor looks up.

In front of him, at the edge of the platform, a brass handle, mounted in a simple oak casement; the only remaining extrusion of the Moment into this world, the rest of its vast bulk hidden, chained to an N-form, churning behind the dimensional wall. Screaming to be used.

"...No," A whisper said by so many countless many among the audience who were now watching throughout the holoscreen that was presented throughout every single room and floor. Men, women, and children were seeing it. They were seeing how it originally played out. They were seeing something that should never be repeated again.

It was a whisper of recognition among many of those who were aware of what was about to happen. Many of whom couldn't help but have mixed feelings over.

A feeling of dread became known and felt everywhere.

Lord Ren Fuji was sporting a grimaced expression, accompanied with clenching teeth, feelings of sadness and anger were felt through him. Many of the other ten main companions weren't really doing any better as they see the person that was their second father, now about to finally enter his deathbed at long last.

It did not happen. But at that moment, it would've happened were it not for something else.

The Doctor steps forward. Dread. The Doctor grips the handle. Dread. The Doctor wonders what his last words should be. Dread.

Nothing but dread. It was something that made everyone, especially for the ten main companions who have been watching and paying close attention.

The Doctor eventually decided that last words are useless. Dread.

As each step was taken, many among the audience were sporting horrified expressions. At each second that seemed to pass, a painful longing to comfort the old man, battered by the years of war, almost screaming at the top of their lungs in order to tell him that he wasn't alone, and that so many people were waiting for him in order to welcome him with open arms.

But they could not. This event had already happen. No matter how much many among the audience would try to shout, they would never be heard.

The Doctor pulls the handle down, flat.

The Moment happens. The Known and Unknown Multiverse sings. The war ends. Final and definitive.

Tears were spilled. Many among the audience would begin to cry in tears.

Lady Marguerite "Marie" Breuil. Kasumi Ayase. Rea Himuro. Kei Sakurai. Many women were crying, seeing this with their own two eyes, not liking every second of it as each detail was made bare.

Shirou Yusa. Erii "Ellie" Honjou. Many others among the crowd, seeing this with their own two eyes, sporting grimaced expressions and uncomfortable feelings.

Many of the 12 Core and Unlimited Members, watching said incident surrounding their Leader, sported many mixtures of feelings and expressions. Some were crying such as Natsuki Minamiya. Some were sporting grimaced expressions such as Q. Many were sporting sympathetic and empathetic expressions which is carried by so many as they all have heard of this event.

Surrounded by brightness, the Doctor sees the sky above parting to reveal, just as Bettan and the Deathsmiths of Goth had predicted, the final event, one of many.

2.47 billion children, all dead.

Many planets, systems, galaxies and universes were consumed. Gone forever as the multiverse itself convulsed.

Gallifrey Original convulses and rolls into flame. Its concentric rings of Dalek warships become silhouettes, then ashes, and then –

The Doctor falls. Every atom around him is sucked upwards, towards the fire, but he alone is capable of falling, saved – or damned – by the Moment's shadow. Above him, he feels the Time Lock solidify, sealing off the war from reality, and as his body tumbles out of existence, into plasmaspace, then foulspace, then beyond, the Doctor leans into the fall, head first, arms wide, diving into infinity.

Someone, anyone, please help him, please save him. That was the common thought of all who were watching with tearful eyes. They were asking. They were begging. They were begging. Even though this may have happened in the relative past, this would still be the point into which they could see their own father figure, their favored teacher and mentor, now about to join among the dead, with the intention of never coming back.

Alone. Falling. Alone. Falling. Alone.

Except…

There. Something else. Falling. Falling. Falling.

Spinning..?

Vworp Vworp Vworp

At that moment, the audience would begin to recognize that their prayers and pleadings were somehow heard. For they heard it as clear as day. The familiar groaning. The familar wheezing. The sound that would bring hope wherever and whenever it goes. One that would touch all of their hearts.

A whirl of blue. That faithful blue. Then a rectangle of white, widening, a doorway, coming closer, towards him, and as the grind of ancient engines reaches a crescendo, he thinks: I'm going home.

Hope begins to be rekindled once more. Everyone was watching attentively. No one could take their eyes of the holoscreen.

They see the Doctor lying on the TARDIS floor. His bones broken from the fall, his hearts hollowed by his loss. Around him, the console room buckles, warps, shudders, still feeling the suffering from the High Council's resurrection of the Master, long ago. It aches for a new shape. "Me too," mutters the Doctor with a grim smile, though he knows regeneration is impossible. The Moment has fixed his existence, and this life is his last.

He wonders what age he's finally reached. The Time War used years as ammunition; at the Battle of Rodan's Wedding alone, he'd aged to five million and then regressed to a mewling babe, merely from shrapnel. Now, the ache in his bones feels… one thousand years old? Well. Call it nine hundred. Sounds better.

Darkness swills through his mind and he forces a smile, ready and yet never ready for the end. Still, no final words.

But then...

Can it be..?

He feels it once more.

That old, deep stirring in every bone and muscle and thought. The joy. The terror. The change, the impossible change!

Amazed, he lifts up his hand. Stares, fascinated, as the skin ripples with a curious new gold.

Of course. She tricked him, right at the end. Her final kiss was not a goodbye; she imprinted the Restoration within him. His lifecycle has been reset, the new man lurching outwards to be born. So this is the meaning of her final song: a whole new body to expiate the guilt. He might even pass the Restoration to another, one day.

Suddenly, they come, in a rush, his final words. He says them aloud, but there is no one to hear, allowing them to be imagined and imagined again for ever.

Then his nuclei turn into stars. Every pore blazes with light. A volcano of thick, viscous energy cannons from his neck, his hands, his feet, his guts, his hearts, his soul - It stops.

The Doctor sits up. The new Doctor, next Doctor, now Doctor. He lifts up his new fingers to touch his new head. His new chin. His new nose. His new ears. He takes a deep breath into his new, dry, wide lungs.

There should have been a celebration. A new face. A brand new outlook. A blank clean slate. A new start for adventure. There would need to be the constant joke of how the Doctor looks like the various actors of Earth. At this point, one could mistake the Doctor for Christopher Eccleston and no one could blame him.

But...

There was no celebration. Even with a new face. Even with a brand new outlook. Even with a blank clean slate. Even with a new start for adventure.

Instead of being happy, there was only the deep sorrow that lies beneath his own two hearts. Fully emerging from the Last Great Time War, the only known survivor of a race that was now utterly extinct. The only sole survivor. Feelings of regret. Feelings of sorrow. He dare not look upon a mirror in fear of what he would find. A man who had committed genocide. There was peace. But at what cost.

Cut off from his entire race, cut off from everything that makes up who he was and where he come from, he found himself truly alone and bereaved. Emotions would come and haunt him deeply. A darker period of his life was now set in stone. He would now have to fight against himself. His own resentment. His own broodiness. Rage was subtle, but seemingly there lurking in the background of the interior.

The Doctor could only sit down from his position, putting both of his hands to his face, beginning to sob, crying silently, one teardrop at a time, in full realization of what he had just done.

The only survivor. The Last of the Time Lords. Alone forevermore.

The holoscreen begins to stop the feed. The presentation was done.

No one was speaking. No one was uttering a word. All were completely silent in the face of this ever present tragedy that had struck the man who was known as the Doctor.

Many who were in the presentation hall could only look towards the Doctor, the one who now sports the face of Matt Smith, the eleventh incarnation, with his iconic burgundy bow tie and eggplant purple cashmere frock coat. They saw him, eyes closed, sporting a look of sadness and regret that runs ever so deeply.

Silence reigns throughout the presentation hall.

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Then...

The Doctor was suddenly hugged from behind. He took notice. He looked down. He saw the face of Yui, the AI daughter of Kirito and Asuna Yuuki, hugging him with such a sad and trembling expression. This hug was soon followed by Rio Sonogami, the Spirit daughter of Shidou Itsuka and Rinne. Then it was followed by Forrest Gump Jr., son of Forrest Gump and Jenny Curran. Then it was followed by a couple more children as they all run and gather around the old man who carries a younger face and body.

The Doctor could only look at all of these children in awe and wonder. All of whom he considered to be part of his extended family. His most prized and precious students. Here they were comforting such a boring old man such as he.

Then with the children come the teenagers and adults. One by one. Each person at a time. Each who have certain feelings that needed to be felt and express through actions.

Shirou Emiya. Shidou Itsuka. Kirito. Shinji Ikari. Amuro Rey. Hachiman Hikigaya. Kyouske Kousaka. So many countless others that could not be mentioned and named due to how many there were all gathered around the Doctor.

The Doctor would see his fellow League Members. Some such as Lady Bernkastel would sport an unreadable expression, with only an approving nod that accompanies her part, expressing her condolences in subtle ways. Some such as Roland Deschain would tip his hat, offering the Doctor a subtle look of understanding. The others would sport very sympathetic and empathetic expressions such as Castiel, Tsukasa Kadoya, Optimus Prime, Professor Paradox and many countless others.

The Doctor would look at his ten companions who were looking towards him with sympathy and empathy.

So many people who were gathered in this presentation hall. His fellow staff and students. His family and friends. Many who knew of him. Many who have been helped by him. Many who were saved by him.

Lawrence Kraft. Holo. Professor Samuel Oak. Agatha. Leon S. Kennedy. Chris Redfield. So many countless others that could not be mentioned and named due to how many there were sporting expressions of sympathy and empathy.

The Doctor begins to take immediate notice of what is seemingly happening.

Every man, woman, and child. Everyone who was in the TARDIS. All of them were never doing what he thought that they would. That no one was judging him. That no one could say even a word. Only through the use of subtle gestures and actions.

There was nothing to curse about. There was nothing to be condemned about. There was simply a silence that had a deep impact.

No need for words. No need for any amount of explanation.

Perhaps, he thought to himself, maybe this was what is truly for the best I suppose.

The Doctor could only smile, with genuine gratefulness that was present to his twofold hearts as he begins to embrace the gathered children who were now embracing him in warmth and comfort amidst such deep suffering that no one should ever go through again.

Yes, he suppose, perhaps just this once, no more need for such brooding.

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ED Song:

Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

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Characters:

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DW TV/EU Reference:

** The Crooked World (novel)

** The Sirens of Time (audio story)

** Guilt (audio story)

** Genesis of the Daleks (TV story)

** The Day of the Doctor (TV story)

** The Night of the Doctor (TV story)

** The Day of the Doctor (novelisation)

** The Clockwise War (comic story)

** Meet the Doctor (short story)

** The Eighth Doctor: Time War (audio series)

** The War Master (audio series)

** The War Doctor (audio series)

** Engines of War (novel)

** The End of Time (TV story)

** The Forgotten (comic story)

** Don't Step on the Grass (comic story)

** The Last Day (TV story)

** Doctor Who and the Time War (short story)