Chapter 10: Ascension
The domain of death was a realm that was as cold as it was frightful. Souls poured in like water running through loose pockets, one after the other, they streamed down from the realm of the living into the impure world. Confusion was stagnant in the air, the stench of it filling slowly with that of fear and apprehension and shock, as most of them, nay, all of them, failed to accept the bitter reality that they were no longer living.
They failed to accept the fact that they were dead.
Of course, this had only lasted so far as a giant, spectral avatar moved through the crowds, with white hair and fanged teeth, causing shivers to run down spines and a collection of gasps to tear through the air as a rapid arrow.
The Shinigami stared down, and it's figure was as intimidating as ever, and it served as the vivid, vibrant reminder to them all that they were dead, gone, deceased and unable to return to the world of the living. The dead shinobi numbered in the hundreds of thousands, and the dead civilians numbered in the millions, causing the Shinigami to possess a calm air of intrigue.
Nothing short of the sheer destruction of an entire species would actually be capable of sending humans down to its domain at such an astounding rate and in such sheer, unflappable numbers. Not to mention the manner in which certain individuals had… arrived…
"Get off me you crazy woman!"
The soul of the mortal called Uchiha Satsuki stood, humping her waist into the air and trying to force herself unto other souls, a sense of madness and utter, indescribable lust completely overwhelming her entire form. There was no denying that whatever had occurred to her had been enough to damage her soul on such a fundamental, intrinsic level that it was forever damaged, even here in the afterlife.
It was intriguing to discover, however, what truly had the Shinigami's interest was when the souls of animals, began filling into his domain in sheer floods. These were the Summon Clans, and one by one, from the toads, to the slugs, to the snakes, scorpions, and further and further, their souls entered the afterlife.
The Shinigami found it truly, truly curious, as such, he deemed it would break a divine rule long since placed against beings such as it, the rule which stated that it was destined to be a mere spectator in the affairs of mortals and in the affairs of the universe, unless of course, intentionally summoned into their plane.
As such, the Shinigami tore a portal between the fabric of the realm of the dead and the fabric of the world of the living, a dark, whimsical space appearing in space and time like a rippling pool of ink. The creature traversed across realms, arriving at a location in which it could sense a large potent energy source which seemed to be the cause of the millions and millions of deaths.
However, the being was unable to deny the shock, the surprise, and the utmost disbelief, upon entering the mortal realm, and turning its gaze upwards, to the sight of the sky, completely, and utterly filled with giant spherical amalgamations of packed earth, going as over to the horizon, and coming back, completely blotting out the sun and the stars, as they all rushed towards the ground.
It was raining moons.
Or perhaps, such a declaration would underscore the sheer impossibility of the feat that was occurring.
It was more accurate the claim that there was a meteor shower of spherical of gargantuan planetoid objects, each one equal in size to the moon that had been created by the mortal human, Otutsuki Hagoromo.
A single moon crashing into the planet would cause wide-spread devastation capable of instantaneously burying and destroying continents from the sheer explosive force of the impact, which would strike with the force of hundred thousand earthquakes, creating shockwaves that would ignite wind and generate firestorms and wildfires of suitable comparison to the flames of hell, and this would happen whilst generating hundred foot tall tsunamis and tidal waves that would ensure the death of anything that survived.
And that was a single moon.
Here, there were at least hundreds all descending at the exact same time.
The Shinigami might have been a powerful cosmic entity, but even it knew that this spelt the complete and total annihilation of every living thing on the planet. It was without a shadow of a doubt, an extinction level event.
The Elemental Nations, and the planet it was on, would be reduced to nothing but mere pieces of dust and rock, floating through the cold vacuum of space.
It growled.
The Shinigami could not allow that to happen. Everything would be dead and, the absence of life also equaled the absence of death. You needed something to be alive in order for it to die, and without death, the Shinigami would fail to have any reason to exist, and it would fizzle out of existence.
"Where are you… Sister? Your aid is needed lest our own demise become eminent."
The Shinigami spoke, his voice coming out slow and raspy, from years and years of disuse, but now, he needed to use it, to call upon the one person who might be capable of stopping this event.
Beside him, there was a large spurt of white light, as a woman emerged from it, her form radiating a strong brilliance, so much that any mere mortal who gazed upon her would have instantly gone blind. Her hair was a brilliant pure white, and her eyes were silver, whereas her robe constituted of a long, pristine white gown which looked as though it had taken eons to weave.
The Goddess, Kami emerged unto the mortal plane.
Upon arriving, her eyes immediately went wide in utter disbelief. "Wha- What is this? What has become of my world?"
She snapped her attention towards the Shinigami, her eyes immediately narrowing. "How did this happen? I had believed that the Children of Prophecy would prevent the destruction of the world? Even then, none of my visions of the future saw… this!"
"I do not know either. For now, we need to stop this."
"You know the rules Shin – the divine cannot directly intervene in the activities of mortals. I more so than anyone else."
"You are the Kami."
"That does not make me exempt!"
"No," the Shinigami shook his head, "I mean, you will be the Kami of what? We will be the Gods of nothing if those moons collide with this earth. Without anyone to give you reverence, and without anything to die, we will both cease to exist."
Kami bit her lip as she frowned. Clearly her mind was torn as she contemplated her thoughts.
"We do not have time for you to think! It is do or do not!"
The Shinigami let out a roar as he swung his blade into the air, and in a flash of power, the moons racing down towards the earth momentarily stilled, slowing down in their decent, however, it was clear that he would not be capable of doing it alone.
"Fine!"
Kami rose her hand up into the air, and all at once, all the moons descending had frozen in the air, lining up perfectly like a form of unnatural attraction on the earth, as they merely hovered in place.
"That was a risky move brother! You realize by choosing to directly intervene in the mortal realm, we are risking vulnerability and have shed our divine invincibility?"
The Shinigami snorted. "There are no mortals nearby that could harm us, or that would think about striking us, when we are saving their world that is on the brink of destruction."
"That's where your wrong kiddo!"
Both divine beings froze in place as they stared at the ground where they stood, a collection of seals rapidly appearing, spreading out in runes and glyphs, outstretching further and further until it had arrived in the image of the yin-yang symbol, in which the Shinigami stood in place of Yin, and Kami stood in the dot of Yang.
"Rubi, now!"
Rapidly, white and black chains snaked up from the symbols and wrapped around the two divine figures, as a man appeared in a burst of speed, his eyes directly gazing into the form of the Shinigami, as he slammed his hand into the gut of the creature.
"Uzumaki-Style Fuinjutsu…"
The man's eyes glowed, the purple eye spinning rapidly, as the Shinigami felt sheer terror upon noticing the Rinnegan eyes, and immediately discovering their relation to the seal on the ground.
"God Path."
The clearing was filled with the sound of a pained screech so loud and so violent that it could not have possibly been human.
"BROTHER!"
The Shinigami shrieked.
In what could be considered as a feat that would only ever occur in fantasies of the woefully whimsical or nightmares of the utterly deluded, the aspect of death that was known as the Shinigami, began to shake, quiver and thrash around in pain like a mad scientist had crossed a flopping fish with an epileptic man.
The mad thrashing of the creature of darkness stopped suddenly, as though a lethal injection had been used as a cure for an epileptic patient. The creature's essence began to turn into smoke, black, acrid smoke that possessed a lifelike, silky appearance. This smoke eventually began to coalesce into a wisp that was sucked in by the Shinigami's attacker, entering into his form and filling him with an immediate, burning dark light.
The transformation was immediate.
The man's eyes snapped open, a shockwave of air traversing throughout the lands from the mere feat, as it was revealed that the Rinnegan in his socket slowly began to morph, evolving to a new level never before contemplated. The metallic purple bled a darker tint, increasingly getting darker until it was undistinguishable from pitch blackness. The Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan in his other eye socket began the same metamorphosis, converting into the shape of the Rinnegan, yet retaining tomoe which almost seemed to glow and glow, until, this eye converted itself into a purely white Sharingan-Rinnegan hybrid.
The man, stood, a man no longer.
Smirking, grinning, a row of dangerously sharp teeth glistening as white as the fur of the most innocent of winter bunnies. Tongue, long and coiled as the hungriest of serpents timing it's next foe.
He turned his black and white eyes unto the form of Kami.
"Kneel before your new god! Kneel before -"
The Shinigami's Sword appeared in his hand, which he used to slice through the air, creating ripples and distortions that rent asunder the fabrics of space and time that turned reality into mere blades of grass at the hands of an impenitent lawnmower.
"YAMI!"
Anarchy.
Chaos.
Destruction.
Regardless of where or of when, regardless of notions of things as fickle as time and space, regardless of who, or of how, regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the outcries of men to the heavens at the injustice of their created world, regardless of people's perceptions or beliefs, regardless of anything and everything - One thing remained true.
An inexplicable maelstrom of blood and chaos had been given divinity –
And everyone felt it.
In a great temple filled with bald monks, a man collapsed onto the ground, panting, shaking, and shuddering as though he had been overtaken by a great fever.
In a large castle filled with school children, a phoenix vanished, an aged bearded man grasped at his chest in shock, and a woman collapsed out of her class, screaming at the top of her voice in a manic frenzy, stripping off her clothes and rolling on the floor in utter agony.
At a hidden fortress, a man with a golden mask rose, as he met with phantom-like figure cloaked in green, both of which wore grim expressions on their faces.
Buried, deep within a small crystal, an imprisoned multiple eyed demon fell into an inexplicable frenzy of chaotic laughter; one which caused his jailer to shudder in discomfort.
Sitting on a throne, a black-haired man flicked his eyes from the image of his three pink-haired daughters, as he turned his attention into space, and immediately wore a large, satisfied smile.
In the vastness of a location separated from time and space, a primordial red dragon snapped his eyes open, the creature's fangs slowly protruding, as a small black haired girl trembled uneasily.
"Destruction… cometh."
There was the common saying, that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
However, it begged the question, if one was already absolutely corrupt before they attained absolute power, what would the outcome be?
"HAHAHAHAHA! I'm a FUCKING GOD BITCH!"
Those were the words uttered by the being known as Yami as he bitch-slapped god several hundred thousand kilometers.
There was no other explaining it, one second, he was standing, flexing his muscles, and the next, he lay in front of the beautiful woman known as Kami, his left hand outstretching in a blur of motion that broke the sound barrier as an imprint of the back of his hand became etched on Kami's face.
The outcome, was Kami, being sent like a haphazardly tossed ragdoll at Mach 2, from one continent to another.
And then, the moons resumed their downward trajectory towards the earth.
He turned his gaze to Rubi, appearing in front of her in a transcendent burst of speed that made her eyes go wide as she realized that she had been unable to as much as catch a glimpse of him, even with the Mangekyo Sharingan.
She let out a gasp from the massive aura of power she could feel rolling off him in waves, coalescing around his form like a thick, indescribable musk. Her knees trembled, as she found herself dropping to them on mere instinct.
There was an overwhelming urge for her to immediately let her forehead become intimate with the ground, as his divine presence sent an almost primal compulsion to every cell in her body to kneel, to genuflect, and to bow her head down in worship, because she was in the presence of a being that transcended over humanity.
"M-my god…"
The being before her merely placed two of his fingers under her chin, and she felt as though she had been thoroughly engulfed into a crevice of carnal bliss and eternal torment. Visions of inexplicable experiences and things plagued her all at once, from enticing sexual encounters, to brutal punishments and floggings, to a mix of sexual pleasure and pain – all of it, occurring simultaneously.
Then, she snapped out of the daze upon realizing that the being in front of her was morphing. Slowly, he grew taller, making it appear as though his legs and spontaneously stretched, and his body shape changed to match. His previous height of five-foot appeared like an utter mockery of his new height of seven. His tanned skin began to appear as though naked invisible spirits used their bodies to lather him with bleach, as his complexion paled. His nails extended, sharpening to the point in which they easily resembled masterfully crafted daggers, and his fangs protruded to the point in which they were slightly visible on his lips, possessing a husky allure that made her neck feel oddly exposed.
Then finally, was his hair. The previous sunlight kissed blonde mess was unfit for a being of his reverence, and as such, it grew longer, extending like silk coming out from a processing machine, and eventually spilling down his neck and reaching his back, the color morphing as it grew, going from that of blond to that of a pale, terrifying white.
"Oh? What's the matter? Are you scared of me now that I'm no longer human?"
His words drew her from her staring, as she felt her cheeks slightly heat up, and found it hard to answer over his sheer crushing pressure.
"N-no – I-I'm not."
His lips curled into the most terrifying grin she had ever seen in her entire life.
"You should be."
She swallowed her suddenly very dry throat.
~~~~~~~~ Prophecy Besmirched ~~~~~~
Yami sensed it long before he heard or saw it. The brilliant flash of white that came towards his direction, one which was burning with a vengeance that made him grin at the prospect of such an entertaining fight.
"Head back and keep my bed warm for me."
He didn't give Rubi the chance to question the instruction, instead effortlessly creating a Kamui below her feet, as she fell into it and vanished from the current dimension.
It was not a second too soon, as he leaned his entire body backwards in a ninety-degree angle not a second too soon, avoiding a pure beam of all-consuming white light that evaporated nigh-everything in its path.
There was a burst of speed, and immediately, the divine form of the white haired being known as Kami appeared before him, notably with a large red imprint on her right cheek.
"Kami-chan. You're back so soon! Tell me, how did you enjoy your trip across the world? Did you get me a souvenir?"
The woman in question was seething. Pure, complete rage encompassed her every form in a wave that was almost visible.
"You – do – do you have any idea as to what you have done?!"
Yami's response was to easily lean back on nothing but air, a cocky smirk easily draping across his face, idly twirling the Shinigami's Sword – his sword – in his left hand.
"I've done a lot of things Kami-chan, you're going to have to be more specific." He said, easily.
Yami's gaze then turned into a pleasant leer as he eyed Kami's attire, being a pristine white short dress, he made his approval clear in the manner he gazed up her thighs and then her breasts, which were rather generous.
"Is it killing your brother and taking his powers? Or is it destroying this world? Or is it bitch-slapping you like a pimp would do to his uppity whore? The last one was my favorite by the wa –"
The first moon collided with the earth with an explosive force, shaking the very foundation of the ground and turning it into mere wads of wet toilet paper beset by the wind.
"Oh! And looks like we're out of time. The little moon shower I set up is finally coming to fruition. You would not believe the chakra cost it took for me to pull that off – I mean, I had to absorb the chakra of this world's tailed beasts and Shinju just to get that many moons."
Kami vibrated in place. "You – You – who are you? You do not exist in this world! I cannot see anything of you – yet -"
She instantly froze, as though she was a wide-eyed bride who had just been told the wedding was off.
"Yet – somehow, your existence is… approved? HOW? How can this be? How can a being who seeks to destroy all of existence, be approved by prophecy?"
Yami for his part, merely spread his arms to the side, opened them wide as he floated up, above the nightmarish sight of giant spherical masses collapsing into the earth. He ascended, like a reverse-messiah, or perhaps, a messiah of the apocalypse.
"The answer is simple really…"
He gave a long, elaborate bow.
"I am Yami."
With those three final words, he vanished.
And the world perished.
Three Months Later
Location: Kamui Dimension
Never before in the history of the Elemental Nations had such an architectural marvel been built.
And considering that the Elemental Nations had been destroyed, twice, it was most likely that no other architectural marvel like it would ever be built.
Otutsuki Kaguya was an alien, coming from far out of space, possessing powers and abilities and no doubt having a civilization with architectural marvels and wonders that made the greatest feats of Engineering of the now non-existent Elemental Nations look like a retarded child's attempt to stack blocks on top of each other.
Hence, she could not help the tug on her lips as she placed one hand on her hips, swaying her hair backwards as regally as she could, as she glanced at her masterpiece that had only taken her a matter of days to build.
To be honest, normal architects couldn't create gold or concrete from thin air with Elemental Manipulation, or Chakra, or the Creation of All Things technique which meant that there was an instantaneous, infinite supply of materials to work with.
And to be fair, no normal architect would ever have a tireless workforce of over three hundred thousand men/women, which were provided to her in the form of shadow clones; both hers and that of Yami.
Still, that was what made this man-made paradise so appealing.
The World of Yami.
The Kamui Dimension had been refitted and reformed and transformed into something so surreal, no one would have been able to guess that it was a man-made construct.
With an artificial sun, burning brilliantly in the sky and giving the dimension the same level of brightness and detail that could be found in the real world, the Kamui dimension shaped up to be something exquisite.
Whereas before, it had consisted of mere cubic floating plots, the entire dimension now had land, that is, at the bottom, there was land, soil and earth, created with the combined use of Magma Release that was eventually cooled, as well as using Sand Manipulation, and Earth Release to create a long, grassy plains and valleys. The total land in the Kamui Dimension however, equaled fifty thousand kilometers in vastness.
Kaguya had rapidly linked the sheer vastness of the dimension to Yami's own chakra pool. Hence, as the man gained more chakra, the size of the dimension increased. Well, that and the fact that after becoming a Divine Being, the Dimension had quadrupled was easily the size of a dozen continents.
To this end, Kaguya had decided to give the dimension more life-like qualities, and now it possessed it's own oceans, vast and filled with saltwater. There were also great seas and lakes that could be explored with ships and crews, all of which had been created with copious use of Water Release.
Deciding to play goddess some more, Wood Release was added to the equation, therefore causing Yami's World to possess numerous trees, all of them ranging from deciduous to coniferous, from decorative to fruit bearing, from wonderful pink cherry blossoms and magnolias, to lush and ripe apple and papaya trees.
She had a slight love of flowers, and had dedicated entire country-sized landmasses to nothing but large gardens of roses, daffodils, tulips, and as many flowers as she could possibly think of.
This, had generated the unexpected side effect of filling the entire dimension up with more oxygen, as well as a myriad of beautiful, fresh smelling air.
Then there was the main attraction of this world, the Palace.
That was it. Kaguya had deemed that it needed no fancy names or titles attached to it, as it was simply, and merely called, The Palace.
Covering three hundred and thirty thousand square meters and nine stories, it was a masterpiece and marvel that easily took the spot as the greatest architectural design in the Elemental Nations. Though it technically wasn't in the elemental nations, Kaguya was sure that The Palace was the wet dream of every budding architect.
To claim that the Palace had everything was a grand claim.
Yet, so far, the claim was accurate.
When you could create something from absolutely nothing, the only limitations one possessed was their own imaginations.
Movie Theaters? Check. Underground Torture Room? Check. A Colossal Colosseum to pit slaves against each other? Check. Swimming pools large enough to three boss summons to have sex in without creating tidal waves? Check. Throne Room, Master bedrooms, hot springs, saunas, basketball, volleyball and tennis courts, servant quarters, slave quarters, bowling alleys, fully stocked kitchens, and everything in between.
Adorned in colors of gold, burnt dark orange, red and black, possessing large golden support pillars with diamond cores, a myriad of stairs crafted from actual emeralds and sapphires, with beautiful rugs and skins ranging from that of white tigers to exotic black bears decorating the rooms, diamond chandeliers, and golden seats and chairs cushioned with sheep-skin leather and furs –
Gods would look upon the Palace, and their faces would grow green with envy, they would swallow their dry throats and stifle their spittle as they realized that their divinity was meaningless in the face of the greatness that was The Palace of Palaces.
Kaguya allowed a small smirk to rise up on her lips.
The Palace of Palaces.
She liked it.
In a dimension that was mobile, and always accessible, there would be no need to actually ever leave their home, not even to gain mundane items like tissue paper. The Creation of All Things ability granted by the Rinnegan made it so that they would never lack anything, not even food, as the soils of the world were fertile enough to plant their own produce which would grow to be sweeter and larger than anything bought or gotten elsewhere, due to the potent chakra that saturated the earth.
Self-sufficient and comfortable, the Palace of Palaces was a paradise that Kaguya was going to enjoy to the fullest.
Of course, it also had something to do with the fact that she was the Head Priestess of the world of Yami, and she was the one who communed most with the literal god of the world.
She also took her job as head priestess very seriously.
"Fuuuuck- I love your blowjobs Kaguya!"
Her tongue wrapped around the promethean cock that stood in front of her. The literal godlike member which possessed thickness and girth literally beyond anything any mere mortal man could ever hope to handle. Covering about fourteen inches when absolutely erect, and possessing a thickness and girth of about four inches, the cock of the god Yami was capable of turning women into a mindless blithering pool merely from inserting half of its full length.
So far, despite possessing over three months of practice and training, Kaguya still found herself passing out from sheer pleasure once Yami shoved his full length into her without any warning.
However, it brought her a small amount of pleasure to please him with her mouth, which she most often did, as the god grabbed the back of her head and used her entire face as his tool of release, slamming into her at a repetitive pace that made her feel the entire warmth of his member rub against her throat in a pleasurable sensation of infinite swallowing.
His balls smacked into her chin with the motions, but she could pay it absolutely no heed in the mind-numbing ecstasy of her entire mouth and throat being used to please Yami.
"FUUUCK!"
With a final yell and grunt, he thrusted his member down deeper than even before, causing her eyes to extend as she felt the release of his hot wad rush down her throat and find its way directly into her stomach.
The process took up about several seconds, filling her up with nothing but his seed, until he finally detached his cock from her throat, covered in saliva as it was, and despite having just fully unloaded, his balls were no lighter, and his promethean cock still stood hard and erect.
He had always possessed downright ungodly stamina, but after becoming a literal divine being, he could keep on going for all eternity without ever needing to stop for a break.
"I believe that concludes today's ritual Yami-sama."
The man in question let out an annoyed scoff as he fell back on his bed.
"You know, when I started up the whole 'religion' deal three months ago, I did it on a whim because I was on a supernatural power high right?"
Kaguya smiled. It was the type of coy smile that was accustomed with mischievous high profile ladies or ambiguously promiscuous wives of daimyos. "Be that as it may, I must take my post as Head Priestess rather seriously, considering there are several women who would be just as eager if not more so to be in my position."
Yami rolled his eyes. "You're enjoying this way too much. You and Rubi both."
Kaguya's lips twitched in thinly veiled mirth. "I am clueless as to what you are referring to Yami-sama. You are a god, and I am merely your humble Head Priestess, whom you may use however you see fit."
Yami's right eye twitched. All of this was somewhat his fault, as prior to absorbing the powers of the Shinigami, he had completed his pillaging of Konohagakure no Sato.
He obtained the skills of the Yamanaka and Nara Clans, their ability to possess bodies being infinitely useful, as well as their abilities to control bodies like puppets against their wills. He had also taken the skills of the Akimichi Clan, which could turn him into a giant or titan at will. Unfortunately, the Aburame clan had little use for him, so he merely slaughtered them using an insecticide flamethrower. Next was the Inuzuka Clan, which he had killed with chocolate. Shoving a chocolate bar down someone's throat could kill them just as effectively as a kunai, as he had found out. Also, doubly effective when the chocolate bars were shaped like doggie treats.
Nonetheless, all of these powers, when combined with the godly capabilities of the Shinigami, had put him in a 'power high' so to speak. So upon arriving at his Palace in the Kamui dimension where he had captured numerous women from across the elemental nations, he had immediately created a religion that praised him as a fearful and all-powerful god.
Of course, some of the women had tried to attack or refuse him at first, but, as he had found out with Rubi early on, there was some sort of genetic programming in humans that made them want to serve a higher power; a programming that made them instantly fear, revere and worship him.
Originally, his plan had involved using the Kotoamatsukami to make them all subject to his will.
A Genjutsu which cast a compulsion to make whoever was the victim of the technique, believe that their choices and decisions were of their own making, and everything that they knew to be true, was true, and was born from their own experiences.
Absorbing this particular technique from the eye in Danzo's possession had taken some finesse and extreme, heavy fine-tuning in order to get it to work right. He had first cast it on Sakura, and she had broken down a screaming mess before her brain melted out of her nostrils.
It had been a hassle bringing her back to life after that.
Several tries and retries and tweaks later, he mastered it easily. He had been fully prepared to cast it upon all the women in the Palace, only for him to realize that there was no need.
They had felt his godly presence and they rapidly became devout, downright fanatical worshipers of Yami.
Seeing him bring back long dead individuals only cemented it into their minds that he was a god, and that it was their duty as mere mortals to worship him.
The only one who was immune to that in-built genetic command was Kaguya, which Yami felt was because Kaguya was an alien in every sense of the word, and did not possess the same fundamental encoding in her DNA.
Rubi, likewise possessed some resistance, which Yami assumed was due to her being part tailed-beast.
Due to Kaguya's inherent immunity to feel the need to lick his semen off the floor in a crazed frenzy, he had made her his Head Priestess, with Rubi coming in afterwards as her assistant.
Who knew that being an incredibly feared and loved deity would be so annoying?
Still though, he had to admit, that there was nothing in the world quite as enjoyable and as refreshing, as being the God of De –
DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY!
"Yami-sama?"
Yami blinked, frowning as he rubbed the back of his head, whereas Kaguya tilted her head at him in confusion.
"Did – did you hear that?"
"Hear what Yami-sama?"
DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY!
"That! There it goes again – like a fucking goddamned alarm blaring in my ears!"
Kaguya stared at him oddly. "I – I cannot perceive any sound at all – perhaps… this is something of a… godly nature?"
DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY! DEATH ABNORMALITY!
Yami grit his teeth. "Fuck, this is bloody annoying! Goddamned it – no one told me I'd have to deal with bullshit like this when I absorbed the Shinigami."
Focusing his senses on the overwhelming ringing that kept pouring through his ears, Yami closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling his body grow incredibly lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until he became transparent, and then continued onwards.
"Y…ami-s…ma…"
He had blocked out noise, blocked out sound and distractions, blocked out the external world completely, focusing only on the sound of the blaring alarm that he firmly decided he was going to punch seven ways to hell upon discovering whatever it was.
Except, by the time he had opened his eyes, he realized that he was no longer in his central throne room.
"What… just… happened?"
Floating next to him in her over-sexualized priestess outfit, Yami blinked as he found himself high in the air over a brilliant city of lights.
"Well…"
He licked his lips slowly in anticipation.
"…looks like we have a new playground."
