Foreword:
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Here's the last chapter of the year! I hope you all enjoy!
Please note that I have an important announcement at the end of the chapter. I looking forward to all your wonderful replies! Stay safe out there!
[Canberra, Australia]
Mouse Protector on the scene! My fellow heroes and I have just finished a battle against the wily and wicked Simurgh! The day was won! Another Endbringer staved off and many people were safe due to the Endbringer sirens.
In an effort to help and valiantly avenge the fallen, I dedicated myself to the search and rescue squadrons. We had just finished rounding up a poor boy named Tommy Muldoon who had just lost his older brother. I remember the look in his eyes, the feeling like his whole world had just been devastated. It was painful to even look, but as a hero of justice I simply had to turn the boy's frown upside down.
I hugged Tommy and told him to look at me. I told him that Scion was still out there and as long as heroes stood to protect the world, then there was still hope. I told him that his brother would want the best for him, and that he would need to be strong. Then I, being a hero that protects the smiles of the meek, told him a cheesy joke which got a laugh out of him.
Strider had picked him up after that. Little did Tommy know that I was also shaking in my boots. Cheese and crackers, I was angry. There was so much loss all around us. So much death and despair.
I was in the middle of Commonwealth Avenue. Uprooted trees, crushed cars, and debris littered the area. The bridges had literally been cut in half. My fellow heroes and I worked hard yet Canberra and the world had taken a big loss today.
Though the sky was bright, beautiful, and blue. Though many people made it out with their lives. Though the breeze blew blasts of clear, clean, and crisp air. Many had fallen to the hands and wings of the Endbringing Simurgh. Many had been crushed, killed, or worse, mastered. All that and more.
I dedicated my life to making to world smile, and now, with so much sadness all around, I was absolutely livi-!
"Glad to see you're in one piece, Mouse Protector." My rage subsided as I heard a familiar voice! Dark haired and olive skinned, Miss Militia wore a scarf and sash around her waist patterned after the American flag, and stylized, fitted army fatigues that accentuated her curves.
"Criminy Miss Militia! You nearly gave me the squeeks!" I said this as I saluted the all-American heroine. She was a fine example of an upstanding citizen and one of the many heroes I trusted.
"At ease soldier, I'm sorry for startling you." I could see merry and mirth behind Miss Militia's eyes! I always enjoyed her company, because she played along. Though I had to wonder what brought her to me. Usually Miss Militia was part of the groups that delivered relief goods to those in need.
"I do have to ask what brings you here Miss M." I say this before gasping in faux shock. "GASP! Don't tell me! You've been mastered into slaying me!"
I then receive a soft karate to the head in response.
"Haha, very funny. Actually I came here to thank you." Miss militia said this as she moved her hand to pat my shoulder.
"Oh?" I said this with a cheeky smile.
"Back then, when the Simurgh was throwing concrete pillars, you were the one that pulled me out of the way from being killed. Thank you for that." She hugged me then and I could feel that her hands were still a little shaky from remembering a near death experience. I of course hugged her back, it was only right.
"It's no problem. No thanks are needed for friends of the mighty Mou-!" Suddenly our armbands started ringing.
"Cthylla has been spotted! Teleporting towards Canberra! I repeat Cthylla has been spotted!" Miss Militia and I let go of each other, a tired and serious look on her face as she speaks.
"Well…Time to get to work." Miss Militia says this as she lets go before she and I head off.
[Canberra, Australia - Near Canberra Centre Mall]
A portal that looked as if tentacles had torn through reality itself opened. It was my doing of course, I loved making grand entrances, so naturally I had to create a portal that was both slow and ominous. It was the cultist in me that wanted such a fearsome entrance. Thus I allowed a haze of glittering mist with floating eyes to seep through the portal, giving a fabulous and eldritch feel as I began my proverbial strut.
It was time to pay Canberra a visit. You see, I'd always wanted to visit Australia. It was a perfect road trip destination. It still conserved a lot of aboriginal culture which I enjoyed reading about in my spare time. The weather was beautiful and perfect for flying kites. The food and restaurants had numerous talented chefs working for them. The beaches were great though the dangers were many. I'd also wanted to see a kangaroo at least once in my life. Finally, the boys were pretty damn hot down under. Oh gosh and their accents made me quiver back then.
Australia was also home to one of my favorite Tiktok channels. The famous Marshmallow Company. A small business that created gourmet marshmallows with fabulous flavors, toppings, and textures. Though they were a bit pricey, I managed to order a large box with flavors such as Cherry Ripe, Raspberry White Chocolate, and Rainbow Bubblegum. Now in this form, I wondered if I could still consume food.
Food has always been one of my favorite things in the world. Sweets especially. Though in order to prevent diabetes, I worked out in the gym regularly and only ate sweets during special occasions such as Halloween and Christmas. I absolutely adored macarons and marshmallows. They were two completely different desserts, and yet I loved them both equally.
Bygone dreams heralded by new life changes always get the best of me though. Except my current changes were completely unexpected. At least I had incredible power now. The power to change the world on a whim. Canberra would be my latest masterpiece. Remade anew by me!
So, as I sexily strut my way the waxing and waning wall of darkness, I internally smiled. This was no time to be stuck in past thoughts and saddening monologues about cuisine. This was a time for spectacle and oh what a grandiose show I would give to the world today.
It seems I'd arrived near a shopping mall of sorts. Canberra Centre it was called. Though that was not what grabbed my attentions as I was immediately privy to the destruction before me.
All around the city were broken buildings, shards of glass, and crushed vehicles. There were roads that had been upended and bridges that were literally cleaved in twain. There were street lamps that were swirled while some were just uprooted and used to impale unsuspecting capes and civilians.
Speaking of civilians, it was painful to describe the death that surrounded me. People had been crushed, impaled, pretzled, or worse mastered. I didn't even want to go into the nitty gritty details my biological sight was telling me. There were so many people that had died today. My nonexistent heart wretched at the thought of the sheer amount.
Meanwhile the survivors were a different matter entirely. Inside their brains was a beautiful and numbing song that made the blood and neurons in their brains feel different. It was so very strange. Most people would describe it as a scream, but as an Endbringer I could only describe it as a beautiful aria sung by an out of this world lorelei.
Each thought in a person's brain became a harmonious masterpiece. It was a song from the heavens. One that I was in awe at. However, I knew that this song had a more sinister agenda to it. Such were the whims of my sister, who was currently enslaved by Eidolon.
Under Eidolon's subconscious control, Behemoth leaves places completely uninhabitable, Leviathan sinks them beneath the ground, and the Simurgh…Well, she was in a league of her own. Canberra was literally a mess and my thoughts immediately went to that of Eidolon.
His inferiority complex and the memories of his 'Primary Directive' still fresh within the confines of my core. Why would he want this?! What could he possibly gain from all of this? Though perhaps I was getting a little too heated for something that Eidolon was completely unaware of. Perhaps a light punishment for Dear Daddy Eidolon would suffice.
Thoughts of torture aside, I needed to work quickly, otherwise Canberra would be quarantined and the people would be subject to all manner of suffering. I was a doctor at heart, I couldn't leave lives to suffer if I myself could do something about it.
So, it was time to get to wo-!
[Primary Directive: Be worthy opponents.] Oh friggidy frack not this again. For the last time Eidolon, I will not become a Hentai Mommy Terrorist who uses tentacles of mass destruction to mind break cities into sensual slavery! I was classier than that, I'd use monster girls.
Hundreds of capes were converging on my location. It seems the clap of my ass cheeks has alerted the surviving heroes and villains. There were dragon mechs made of wonderful metals flying in the sky alongside a number of capes with a mover rating that allowed them flight. All of them, including those on the ground, were wary and surrounding me in literal droves. Some of them even had my sister's song in their heads.
How cute, they thought they could stop me, if I decided to turn evil. Well not today Dear Daddy, not today.
In a blinding instant with only a few reacting with shock, the Necronomicon opens and the marks on my hands glow as a dome of mauve tentacles with deep purple suckers rise from the earth to encase me in a dome. All the while a hole in reality is torn beneath my feet and suddenly I'm elsewhere in the city. I was in Canberra Central now. Surrounded by wreckage and corpses. A sad sight for sure, but one that I could easily fix
It was finally time to get to wor-!
[Primary Directive: Be worthy opponents.] Oh come on! My ass cheeks didn't even clap that time! How did Eidolon even find me so quickly?! I had Blank as one of my perks. Perhaps Dragon's satellites were feeding him too much information. An annoyance to be sure. Still, if he wanted to watch then I would give him a show.
Posing as if I was a witch burning on the stake, I began to sway my chest and hips in a gyrating motion. The Necronomicon floating in front of me as its pages lipped wildly, glowing an ominous shade of a color never before seen by mortal eyes. The Color Out of Space!
This would ensure that his eyes would be glued solely on me as my bosom and hips jiggled and bounced with sensual motions. The time for privacy was over! My form began to slowly float just a few feet off the ground as tentacles began to rise all over the city.
Eidolon, completely entranced by my dance, was now sporting a [censored]. Well well, it seems Eidolon was quite well endowed, perhaps he should rename himself Eidonglong. Still, Dear Daddy was kind of aroused right now. How amusingly delicious. Still, he was not my target as said tentacles began to rebuild the city.
I started with the infrastructure this time, as there was no trace radiation that I needed to rebuild. Everything the titillatingly titanic tentacles touched, turned towers, trees, and trucks back into their pristine forms. Beautiful buildings built by hand were redesigned to match that of Night City from Cyberpunk 2077.
I was inspired today. I'd played the Cyberpunk tabletop game as a gamemaster before and played Cyberpunk 2077 thoroughly, with certain mods of course. Wink wink.
Today Canberra would become a hybrid of both modern and futuristic architecture. Neon signs, holograms, and beautifully clean semi-asianesque architecture. All wrapped up and designed by the Simurgh, but the city didn't need to know that. Perhaps this was her way of apologizing to Canberra for being forced to destroy it or perhaps it was another one of her sinister plots. I chose to believe in the former.
There was a side to the Simurgh that the world never saw. The conversation we had the other day left me quite stumped. The mirth of her laughter, the sincerity in wanting to help, and the mischief in her secrets. She really was like an older sister. If by older sister I mean a macro-psychic biblically accurate angel with an incomprehensibly high intelligence. Still, I was growing to like the Simurgh more and more. Perhaps I should contact my other siblings so we can all 'bond'.
As more capes arrived on the scene, I heard through the vibrations of the wiring within their armbands to 'STAND DOWN!'. It seems some of them had taken to giant fucking tentacles rising from the ground all over the city as some form of attack. It was all very understandable of course.
I was threatening to the highest degree. A bio-tinker Endbringer. The world feared my very attentions, yet even more were in awe. Still, distractions aside I focused once more on rebuilding the rest of the city.
It was a simple task, replanting and reviving destroyed flora, all the while creating new plant life to give the city a more interesting 'vibe'. I started with neon trees that could turn their colors into hologram-esque colors, then I created pines whose cones would light up at night like Christmas trees. Finally I made a design forwarded to me by the Simurgh. It was a heart shaped oak that looks as if it was made by cybernetics. Instead of producing oxygen, these trees would absorb large amounts of harmful gasses to produce electricity.
Who knew the Simurgh was an eco-activist. What a world I lived in. When I finally finished spreading my vibrant and verdant tentacle touch throughout the city. I began to ponder. Perhaps I should create new lif-!
Suddenly the pages of the Necronomicon stopped flipping and showed me a terrifyingly wonderful page. Of course. The Necronomicon was known as the Book of the Dead, it was only natural that it would have a resurrection spell inscribed within its very pages. I really should focus on my core more thoroughly to figure out all of its capabilities once I'm done here.
Continuing my dance more fervently as my form began to slowly rotate. The color out of space died down to reveal a bright yellow-white light. Holy was its feel, yet unholy was its origin. It gave the feeling as if I was a babe in my mother's arms. Cradled and embraced in the warmth of love and safety. For all the evils in the Necronomicon, at least there was something 'good' in it.
The tentacles shrank, split, and spread through the city, giving life throughout the city. All over Canberra, the Resurrection spell was felt. Those missing limbs and organs simply grew them back. Citizens who were crushed literally inflated back up into recognizable forms. The most difficult part of this spell was the maddening amount of energy it took to bring people back to the dead. However, I was no mere mortal. I was an Endbringer now, and I had more than enough power to spare. With a Shattered Limiter, that power was still growing too.
Then, imperceptible to everyone except me, souls began to get pulled back from Earth-Bet's version of an afterlife. Souls felt ethereal and spooky, even for me. A record of an entire person's life, bundled up into a suspicious specter. A memory of every emotion, every action, every thought, and so much more, all wrapped up into energy that I couldn't describe with mere mortal words. How very curious. Still, far be it from me to question literal magic.
Then, the souls began to move into their respective bodies as people literally rose up from the dead. I could hear cries and gasps from vocal chords all throughout the city. It was a momentous occasion. Still, I wanted to laugh when Assault and a few other capes called bullshit.
It was understandable really. How could I, a world ending superweapon built by idiotic spacewhales, perform such a mind numbing feat. I smirk nearly landed on my alien features. I was far from done.
Deep within the pages of the Necronomicon lies a spell known as the Exorcism. This was the spell I landed on before the Simurgh messaged me. I knew it wasn't by chance that I got to read it. If my theory was correct, then I could use this spell to save those mastered by my unwilling sister. A feat no one was previously capable of until now.
With a great and powerful voice I spoke the words. My voice, only audible to those of my choosing as Endbringers and Entities could change the frequencies of their language on a whim.
[Statement: Ahmgepr'luh mgvulgtnahor orr'ee. Mgah'ehye orr'e fhtagn. Mgah'ehye lloig ah na'ah'ehye.] As soon as I said this a darkness that only I could see seeped out of every facial orifice among those that were mastered. The Necronomicon's pages churned at a speed few could comprehend. Its glow turned a foul and uncomfortable black.
The song I had heard was now a scream of pure malice. A shout that would have rattle my bones to the very core were I still human. Droves upon droves of maddening commands, malicious thoughts, and morbid memories began to disappear.
Then, in an instant. The screams and darkness were gone. Leaving capes and civillians who were none the wiser to my actions.
Suddenly, I feel a familiar connection zing up to my core. It was the Simurgh.
[Statement: Well done. Current Status: Grateful.] I let myself smile as she disconnected after that. I had done a lot of good today, and now it was time.
Time for some well deserved trolling on the PHO forums!
As the tentacles receded all over the city, I stopped my dance as my feet hit the ground, the Necronomicon closing its pages as tentacles rose up to form a living throne beneath me. Said throne had a hidden system that connected me to my eldritch supercomputer in R'lyeh.
I simply sit there and it takes a few moments before capes are conversing about what had happened. I was a lazy bitch at times, and I deserved a good rest after all I had done today. I had even chosen a new name on the forums!
The capes however, wasted no time. Before the sun had set on Canberra, a makeshift perimeter was set up. Some capes were arguing, others were crying, while most were grateful just to be alive. The city was buzzing with commotion and locomotion as holograms and neon lights began to fill the horizon.
I sit there for an ungodly amount of time, browsing and internally laughing at the posts within the forums. I even found a newly dubbed fanart forum that was being filled with bans and arguments due to all the Hentai posted. I was flattered that many Japanese artists were drawing my likeness and fantasizing about me. It was kinda hot.
Meanwhile Fallen recruitment was apparently at an all time high due to my actions. Many of the Fallen had taken to a kinder approach and A LOT of Japanese, especially those from Kyushu were now part of a new family. The Takumi Family, named after Genzo Takumi, a recently triggered cape turned Fallen cultist who had a Geokinetic ability. Its seems the Takumi Family was dedicated to worshiping me. How nice of them! I'd always wanted my own cult!
Elsewhere in the world, a directors meeting was being held. Apparently they were going to attempt to-!
"E-Excuse me Miss Cthylla?" My attentions are suddenly driven towards a small boy. Barely the age of nine. He wore a black jumper, a grey shirt, blue jeans, black rubber shoes. He was so very adorable. Stuttering as he approached me with something behind his back. I didn't bother focusing on it, I wanted to be surprised.
"My name is Tommy. Tommy Muldoon. T-Thank you for bringing my big brother back." He said this with a hint of fear and a lot of grateful sadness. He was tearing up. The poor thing.
"Jakob, my brother. He wanted to bring this himself." The kid then scratches the back of his head in embarrassment. "I snuck out so I could give his gift to you."
I didn't want to scare the living daylights out of the poor kid. I wasn't a bully afterall. So I simply turned to look at him. I knew we were under surveillance and that the PRT would come pick the boy up soon. So I hoped the kid would make this interaction short and sweet.
"My brother makes the best brownies so um…Thank you f-for bringing Jakob back!" The boy then approaches me and holds out a tupperware filled with delectable looking brown butter dark chocolate fudge brownies.
I was floored. My first gift! How could I ever refuse such cuteness! I slowly held my hand out to the tupperware before taking it from the boy's hands. A look of shock on his face as I press it where my heart would have been if I were human.
Then, the PRT arrives and the boy is given a scolding before being escorted out by a surprising amount of footmen. Sadly Tommy wasn't listening to them, still in shock about what I had just done.
[PRT Headquarters, Brockton Bay]
Director Emily Piggot reporting. I was in my office again, ignoring the cold chill of the air conditioning as yet another Directors Meeting occurred. I had to go see a doctor after getting piss drunk the other night. The dialysis was so awful, and yet I still had to focus on the meeting. All alcohol from within my office was confiscated by Armsmaster and Miss Militia for the betterment of my health.
"We should destroy Cthylla while we have the chance! Those people she brought back have surely been mastered!" God, when will Tagg shut the hell up! He's been talking like this for the past few meetings and it has honestly been getting on my nerves. Still, it was nice to hear him get scolded by the Chief Director again and again.
"As I stated before, Director Tagg. I will not make enemies of an Endbringer who has chosen to be non-combative." Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown was the type of woman who was born to lead. Smart and talented at what she did. Though I wouldn't mind seeing Cthylla blown up, I had to agree that it wouldn't be the smartest choice to attack a non-violent Endbringer.
"What of Cthylla's healing abilities? If we can someho-!" Director Tagg is cut off by Dragon who I assumed was also tired of his shit.
"Previous attempts to contain Endbringers have failed. Cthylla has both Shaker and Mover abilities that would make her impossible to contain. That and we already have multiple instances of the Fallen attempting to get into Canberra. The results of an attempted containment would prove to be catastrophic." Director Tagg looked so embarrassed at that. Ha! Take that you casserole dish stealing sonuva-!
"Hold on! I've just received word that security has been breached. Playing the footage now." Dragon said this with an alarmed tone.
I believe everyone's jaws dropped when they saw the small boy talk with Cthylla. Introducing himself and thanking her. All the while Cthylla turns to him as he hands out a tupperware of brownies. Of all things an Endbringer could take, it had to be brownies!
"How?! Previous attempts at communication have all failed!" Director Armstrong says this with an unsurprisingly large amount of shock on his face.
"I want all security around Cthylla to be doubled. I want proposals for Endbringer communication by the end of the Night. I want all leaders of each protectorate team to select volunteers who will attempt to communicate with Cthylla. This is the first time an Endbringer has been willing to hear someone out and I don't want us wasting this chance!" Chief Director Costa-Brown said this with a commanding tone as the meeting soon concluded.
Author's Note:
Translation: Ahmgepr'luh mgvulgtnahor orr'ee. Mgah'ehye orr'e fhtagn. Mgah'ehye lloig ah na'ah'ehye. - Begone evil spirits. Let the soul dream. Let the mind rest.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!
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