Multiverse Of Magic
Prologue
Obliteration.
That had been all the Wiseman knew happened to him. At the hands of Neo-Queen Serenity, Small Lady, and King Endymion. He had died, and he knew this.
So why was he alive again?
A planet in space. In the far future. Nemesis. Death Phantom.
Wiseman formed his cloaked avatar in the span of seconds, letting out a chuckle.
"It seems that…unknown circumstances have allowed me a second chance…"
Wiseman knew, that something major had to have happened for him to return to life. And he was well aware that his previous plan had failed.
Maybe it was time for a change of tactics.
Yes…
First, he would find out what caused him to return to life…
Warping his true form, Nemesis, out of the Solar System to avoid detection, Wiseman began waving his hands around his Crystal Ball, vanishing moments later.
Vanishing…to the past.
Once he was done, he would continue his war.
The war against life itself.
SCENE TRANSITION
Wiseman materialized in a strange area. It was an elegant castle, one he recognized too well. If he still had flesh, his lips would have curled into a sinister grin.
"Zero Star Sagittarius. Where Galactica Palace is located, the Home of Chaos, and the center of the Galaxy where all life is born. Destroying the Cauldron isn't an option; Another may be reborn elsewhere in the Galaxy, and even if that isn't the case, I want a more guaranteed, permanent solution." Something on the ground caught his eye.
"Hmm, what is this?" He reached down and picked up what had captured his attention, holding it between his fingers. A strange, black, circular object. Somehow, he could sense power radiating from it. Not as strong as him, but definitely enough to obtain his notice.
"Hahahaha! It seems I have some experimenting to do…but first…"
The cloaked avatar floated into the palace, eventually making his way to the Galaxy Cauldron. He saw two white eyes peeking out at him, but other than that? Nothing. Not even a sound save for the regular bubbling of the Cauldron.
"So Chaos is still dormant. A shame. It would be a great help here, both in ending life and discovering the origins of this strange object."
Silence.
And then he vanished.
SCENE TRANSITION
Far away, universes apart, was a world.
A world known as Labyrinth.
People happily walked the streets, going about their daily lives. After years of living under the iron thumb of Moebius? The inhabitants were enjoying and valuing their free will more than ever:
But underground, a computer screen flickered on.
"Lord Moebius-sama! It has been years…"
"Klein. My data states that you were destroyed." At the center of the screen was a stern-looking bald head of a man, which was colored snow-white and with menacing red eyes.
"Nothing can destroy my will to serve you, Master. I have worked tirelessly for years, but with the help of an unexpected benefactor, I have finally succeeded in restoring you."
"Benefactor?"
"Indeed." A new, female voice cooed. Two figures emerged from the shadows. One female, the other male.
The first was a very tall and imposing woman. She had bleach white skin, a helmet-like mask covering the top half of her head which had a horn on each side of the tip and a crown-like mold atop. Covering the top half of her body was a black armor which extended over her arms and stopped at her hands, which were blood red with sharp fingernails. The armor also had spikes that were adorning the top of her shoulders. She wore a red cape and a dark blue, purplish dress. There was a black keyhole emblem on the only uncovered part of her chest, resting in the center of a red patch of skin. Her red eyes looked at Klein and Moebius with interest.
The second was a spiky black-haired man. He wore what seemed to be purple eyeliner going above and under the red pupils in his eyes. He had a green tongue, razor sharp teeth, and wore a purple jacket, a necklace that resembled a locked keyhole resting on his chest. There were yellow spikes on his shoulders, and he wore black boots and purple pants as well. He was also wearing a black belt and brown wristbands, each with a yellow coloring at the center of them. The wristbands had yellow spikes coming out of the sides, and he wore black, fingerless gloves. Lastly, his hands themselves looked old and broken, yet moved as if they were normal.
"My lady beside me is called Dyspear, and I, myself, am known as Close. The two leaders of the fallen Dys Dark organization, but unlike what those Pretty Cure believed would happen, despair restored my Mistress to life, who proceeded to revive me as well."
Now THAT got Moebius' attention. Pretty Cure?
"Pretty Cure? Is that correct?"
"Indeed." Dyspear nodded. "Pretty Cure are quite the annoyances. But they truly believed they could stop despair. Despair, a concept across all of reality. A concept that I am made of. It can never be truly destroyed without erasing the concept of hope and life themselves. But I digress, we are here to give you a proposal."
"An alliance to gather the heads of both teams of Pretty Cure we battled, and to accomplish our goals." Close continued.
"An alliance?" Moebius questioned.
"Correct. We already have two others in it, but one of them did not feel like joining us, focusing on prized possessions he could take for value, and the other and his troops are…elsewhere at the moment. Retrieving another person of interest."
"Do inform me of everyone." Moebius requested, and Dyspear smiled nastily.
SCENE TRANSITION
In the depths of another realm, an insatiable evil was suffering.
Not that he didn't deserve it of course. On the contrary, he definitely deserved at least ten lifetimes of punishment for what he had done.
And yet, he hadn't changed a bit.
"Ha…ha…when I get out of this…" The man breathed.
"You deserve much worse than this." A nearby person snarled.
"Heh." For that, he was suddenly dealt a punch to the gut.
"Come, Kawarino." The person growled. The man, now identified as Kawarino, scoffed.
"I will not be held here forever, Bloody." Kawarino warned him, climbing to his feet. At first glance, he seemed like a man in a business suit with perpetually closed eyes. But anyone familiar with him knew that he was far more than just that.
"I beg to differ." The mysterious person, now identified as Bloody, retorted. He resembled an old man, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat.
BOOM!
Pieces of a rock wall blasted apart behind Bloody, startling him, and two figures emerged through it.
"So, this is the person? He doesn't look like much."
"Well, as you know with Cure Grace, looks can be very deceiving."
The person on the left had gray skin and a smug, sinister smile on his face, and the appearance of a teenager. He had Devil Horns coming out his head, and a Demon Tail. He wore a red trench coat over a green and gray shirt, which extended into a robe-like blue piece of clothing, as well as black pants with a strange red and yellow jeweled symbol on the center of the top. Lastly, he wore gray-striped black boots and a black cape. The person on the right had green skin, Devil horns and a Devil Tail. He wore a red trench coat over an orange shirt which a black X spread across the center of it. He wore four silver rings, two around his wrists and the others where his arms emerged from his trenchcoat. He had orange hair, wore a black collar and belt, and black pants. Finally, he wore gray-striped brown boots.
"Guaiwaru, deal with that elder. I will retrieve the businessman."
"Fine." Guaiwaru agreed. "But you owe me, Daruizen."
Daruizen rolled his eyes. "I don't owe you anything, you waste of space."
Guaiwaru growled. Why couldn't Batetemoda or Shindoine be sent here instead of him? Nonetheless, Guaiwaru lunged at Bloody.
Bloody snarled as he moved out of the way. "Who in the world do you think you are?"
"Someone who's doing his job. Orders are orders, though I do quite enjoy what I'm doing…" Guaiwaru replied with a smirk. "Come."
Bloody said nothing, opting to blast sonic waves at him. Guaiwaru was knocked backwards, and Bloody was on him in an instant. However, the green-skinned man teleported behind him and delivered a strong punch to the old man's back. He recoiled forwards in pain, but twisted around and dealt a punch to his stomach, and it was Guaiwaru on the defensive this time. Guaiwaru managed to kick Bloody backwards before grabbing a large boulder and tossing it at the man. Bloody was forced to transform into his bat form and fly above Guaiwaru, and he then noticed Daruizen approaching Kawarino.
Oh no. Hell no.
Angry, the bat-person flew towards Daruizen, who grinned devilishly and fired dark orbs at Bloody. Bloody weaved between them and transformed back into his regular form, before firing sonic waves at the man. Daruizen simply teleported out of the way, surprising Bloody, but he could use this to his advantage.
Launching towards the bruised and beaten Kawarino, which he was responsible for, he grabbed him in a headlock.
"So, boy, I see you want Kawarino. How about I strike a deal?" The two froze when they saw what Bloody was doing. "Leave, and I won't snap his neck and kill him, as much as I want to."
"I have a better idea. Why don't you take a nap?" Bloody found himself yanked off of Kawarino and tossed to the stone floor. The old man glanced upwards in pain and saw what was easily the strangest thing he had ever laid eyes upon in his long life.
Standing between him and Kawarino was as bleach-white humanoid with one eye. A golden star with a white circle in the center happened to be inside of it. Lastly, the humanoid had a black five-pointed star on his chest and a pure red mouth.
"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance. My name is Germatoid. Unfortunately for you, your time is at an end. Daimon, emerge!"
Holding out his left hand, a strange black-striped white object appeared in it. He tossed it at the boulder that missed Bloody, and it vanished into it.
And then it changed.
No longer was it a regular boulder.
Where it once stood was now what seemed to be a stone golem with a black pointed star on its forehead and glowing, yellow slitted eyes. It was easily double Guaiwaru's size.
"GOLONYA!" It yelled, despite lacking a mouth.
"Daimon Golonya?" Germatoid's expression was predatory. "Tear this old man to pieces. Huahahahahaha!"
Golonya obeyed, rushing at Bloody. It was surprisingly fast for something its size. The old man flew out of the way, only for the golem creature to fire lasers from its eyes. He weaved between the blasts and fired a sonic wave at the Daimon's eyes, causing it to tumble backwards upon contact. He was then struck by a dark orb, instinctually letting out a cry of pain.
"Forgetting someone?" Daruizen mocked. Guaiwaru was standing beside him.
Bloody glared at him and devised a plan. Yes, this was sure to work!
By now, Golonya had climbed to his feet, and what Bloody did was openly welcome the next barrage of lasers…before flying out of the way. They made contact with Guaiwaru and sent him into a wall, knocking him out cold.
Germatoid hissed. "Damn it!"
"You! Whoever you are, control your beast!" Daruizen yelled at the humanoid.
"Huhuhu…of course. Daimon Golonya, be careful not to harm our delinquent friend here." Germatoid instructed.
"GOLONYA!" The golem rocketed forward at Bloody, but this time, he was ready. Enlarging into his true form, Bloody tore the right arm torn off of Golonya, who roared in anger and blasted lasers at the old man. However, Bloody leapt out of the way, but unlike with Guaiwaru, Daruizen simply teleported out of the way.
From above him, floating in the air, Daruizen looked down at Bloody with contempt.
"Guaiwaru may not be fast enough to avoid an attack like that, but I am." He declared. Holding his hands forward, Dark Orbs launched towards Bloody, who dodged out of the way. The Dark Orbs blasted the Daimon apart, and Bloody smirked. Two down…
Flying between the debris, the stone was repeatedly blasted apart by Daruizen every time one came towards him, only for Bloody to appear behind him while he was distracted and whack him with Golonya's arm, knocking him into a piece of debris. He then fired a sonic wave, sending Daruizen to the floor. The old man landed on the ground. As Daruizen began to climb to his feet, Bloody prepared to kick him back down in order to finish him off with a sonic wave. However, he wouldn't get the chance.
SLASH!
Bloody stopped in shock as a white blade impaled through his back.
"Poor little man…the second I showed up, this game was rigged against you." Mocked the voice of Germatoid from behind him, the blade located where his arm once was, revealing himself to have morphed it. A gift from his Pharaoh upon their return to life. "Now, any last words?"
"No." Daruizen growled as Bloody's consciousness began to fade. "Don't kill him. I want to try something with him."
"Oh? Curious." Germatoid sounded intrigued.
"I'd like for you to come with us, though." Daruizen continued. "Our King may like having someone like you around, and we're already forming a group to finally wipe out those who defeated us in the past."
"Fair. I'll come, if only to get my vengeance on my enemy. However, my true loyalty will always be to my great Master Pharaoh 90."
"Pharaoh 90?"
"I'll explain more once I meet your superior."
"Alright. You grab Guiawaru." Daruizen gestured to the unconscious green-skinned man: "I'll carry Bloody. Kawarino, this is also your lucky day. Come with us if you'd like your revenge. There's a member of our organization who, much like you, has a grudge with those who stopped you in the past."
Kawarino grinned malevolently. "Gladly."
SCENE TRANSITION
"What IS this?"
The black object in his hand. No matter what he did, it wouldn't respond to him, so he had resorted to his Malefic Black Crystal and his Crystal Ball for answers. What he saw, he did not expect.
"How interesting. It seems I should instigate a meeting…"
SCENE TRANSITION
In the frigid cold of the far north was a woman. She was shivering, but the malice she held, especially in her yellow eyes and the dark power residing in her was what fueled her at the moment. She smiled as she saw a building in the distance.
"Go. Deal with them." Commanded a voice within her head.
Wordlessly, the woman approached the building.
Screams started, and then fell silent.