It wasn't the most stable of magics. That was the first thing Tenedim noticed.

He expected some minor problems, due to the age of the gate, the difference between the original connected spaces and the current connected spaces, and a few other variables that applied due to magic law. He could feel the space around him bend and fluctuate dangerously, getting close to losing a limb a few times. Not that he would have cared much. Only mortals worried that.

Tenedim traveled through the surreal, in-between dimension for a few seconds before begin thrown to the ground. He hit the dirt, his body stalling for a moment before he hauled himself up, shaking the haziness out of his head as he refocused on the world before him.

It was quite the sight. A giant sparkling lake laid before him, stretching out and around in an impressively large circle, lined by distant trees. A thin layer of mist drifted upon the top of the calm water, flowing gently through the wind. He could see small figures flying about the lake, like tiny butterflies, lax in their existence.

The sky was a mystical blue, and Tenedim could make out a nearly un-detectable sheen covering it. Most likely the barrier hooded fucker had talked about.

He glanced down at the ground, grasping a section of the taking a moment to lament upon his inability to feel. He would most likely enjoyed the cold, malleableness of the dirt, had his nerves not rotted away long ago. Immortality was no boon. He had learned such many hundreds of years ago.

He brushed himself off, recalling his plan with Gnasher as he wiped dust from his communications device. A shrunken skull. Sure, he could use a phone. Wasn't as funny to call people with, though.

Tenedim tapped its forehead, a tiny stream of light flowing from his finger into the faint runes carved into the skull. He then frowned. It was supposed to light up immediately. He zapped it again, merely causing his scowl to deepen. That was NOT supposed to be fucking happening.

He restrained his urge to crush the piece of shit. Better check the flow of this place. He closed his eyes, extending his mind to the frequencies beyond physical bounds. He felt the waves of supernatural power run over and through him, dozens of differently-colored rivers, walls, tides, orbs, and strings entering his awareness.

Holy. FUCK. Hooded fucker wasn't kidding about this place being dangerous. He was getting COLOSSAL sizes of energy all around him, with hundreds of different types, attitudes, tones, power levels… he had to hold back from investigating them. While he COULD scope out the bigger ones - finding out sources, weaknesses, strengths, etc - frankly, he found it kinda boring. Finding all about your opponents before exchanging blows ruined ALL of the surprise.

He instead focused on the light blue that signified the communications spectrum. He blocked out the rest of the colors, illuminating… nothing. Fucking nothing. Not even a fucking shade. There were literally THOUSANDS of magic types that could be applied to create communication lines. It was nearly impossible for-

… Hooded fucker. It was. The hooded fucker. He knew. He fucking KNEW Tenedim and Gnasher would try and team up. He could have easily stabilized the portal with those obscure powers of his. Hell, he could probably have gotten them in himself. He had motherfucking PLANNED for this to happen. He wanted them separated.

Tenedim crushed the skull in dust between his fingers, all thought of restraint gone. He didn't know why the hooded fucker wanted this, and honestly, he didn't really give a shit. All he knew was that he had been manipulated, led along the path set out for him like a fucking puppet.

The air around him dimmed, his body crackling with black electricity. His eyes narrowed to sharp daggers as he channeled the anger into his sorcery. Something had to die for this.

"Um, excuse me?"

He turned. Huh. Strange he hadn't noticed that GIANT FUCKING MANSION behind him. It looked pretty old, yet had no visible signs of wear. Oddly enough, every single window was tinted, made unable to view through. The large metal gates stood directly behind a tall chinese-looking woman, who appeared to be the owner of that silly sounding voice.

She was… unbelievably busty, with long red hair down to her hips. She had a silly, childish face, suiting her voice perfectly. He noted her muscly arms and prominent shoulders. She was a fighter. Wouldn't go down to easily.

"Mister? Your, uh, Qi is kind of dark…"

He grinned.

Perfect.

So, I'm going to try a bit of a different layout for this story. Basically, the chapters are going to be pretty short, but be updated pretty often.

This is due to the fact that I'm switching between characters as the story progresses, slowly building each one's experience in Gensokyou before the FINAL CLIMACTIC INCIDENT THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR CENTURIES TO COME AS THE MOST BADASS INCIDENT EVER! *Explodes in a blaze of pure passion*

So, yeah. Leave some comments/reviews on what you think of the style, and I might switch it up if I get a significant amount of reasons to do so.