The Lord of Trauma pulsed with energy as the Golden Strands crashed through the barrier between Dimensions and injected the Nightmare Dimensions prince with the power of the Chasm of Non-Existence. "All this power... At my disposal! and THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE VICTOR! ME!" the Lord of Trauma shouted as dusty metal pipes shot from his back and pipe organ keys pushed their way out of his chest. His skull, once devoid of anything even remotely organic, now sported two blindingly bright flares with miniature black wholes as the pupils. "This power... Give me more... I must have more power!" he screamed as jets of black and deep red shot from his hand, giving the already massive energy blast that both Morgan and the Creature together were barely holding back. "Damn it! why doesn't the door do anything like this!?" the Creature yelled as a ray of black energy zipped by his cheek. "I don't know... But... I think its time I pulled out my favorite perverted Ruby Spider!" Morgan shouted with a little bit of glee.

"There is nothing.... That you can do to stop my victory over your weak and frail bodies!" Resaec  roared in contempt as Morgan ripped off one of the Ruby shoulder pads on his arm and sent it flying towards Resaec. The Ruby Spider slammed onto his face, its legs wrapping around his head, cutting off any vision, sound, or smell, and barely able to breathe, Resaec heard a voice in his head. 'SLAP ME AROUND THE FACE WITH A RUNNING CHAINSAW, RUB MY NIPPLES WITH A WHITE HOT POKER, PUNCH MY FACE IN WITH A LEAD PIPE, AND MAKE ME CRAWL THROUGH A PILE OF BROKEN CRACK NEEDLES, HONEY, FIRE ANTS, AND DISCARDED EPISODES OF THE O'REILY FACTOR!' Thomas shouted as loud as he could to the confused Lord of Trauma. "What is this madness you speak of!?"

The Golden Strands invaded Aneehs mind, her body becoming more then simple flesh and bone, it had become what her mind was. TWWwisted, frail, insane with rage and hate. The Golden Strands wound her entire existence into a twisted Gordian Knot and then set it ablaze, her brain was modified and multiplied, the inside of her body as collapsed into a super dense ball of nothingness from which even darkness couldnt escape. "Now..." the Arhem woman said in dark mechanical tones as metal plating seemingly oozed from her tearducts, notrils, mouth, and ears. "Let's see what the Golden Strands have done to my body!" the Inner Beast and Sarah looked at each other as Aneeh was changed into something even deadlier. "Look upon the wrath of my soul and cringe in terror at my **** big assed attack bitches!" Aneeh said proudly as the metal plating formed a thick ball around her that uncoiled itself like a boa constrictor getting ready to strike. "The Golden Strands command me, and I shall obey... To the death!"

Sarah had little choice but to give in to the Inner Beasts hidden pleas to just let her anger take hold of her. "It won't do us any good to hold back at this point Sarah..." the Inner Beast said quietly as her arms were ripped from their sockets, revealing a patch work of wires, gears, springs, and metal frame work. "We have to go all out or she'll kill us... You know this as well as I do." the Inner Beast continued as half of her face exploded with out any pain. "This is the only way... Sarah Della Sogno Dinistia..." she cried quietly as the Humans mind expanded three times wider, then four times larger then that, and then twelve times larger then even that. "I see the path I must traverse in the strange and wonderful place Aneeh." Sarah said as she continued firing her gatling magnums at Aneeh, who's face had been covered by a smooth reflective mask. 

The Lord of  Trauma ignored the Ruby Spiders confusing comments for as long as he could, drilling holes into the fat body of the jeweled insect for eyes and air holes. "MAKE ME DANCE IN A TUTU WHILE A MIDGET IN A COPS OUTFIT BEATS ME WITH A WET PIECE OF HONEY GLAZED HAM!" the Creature couldn't help but laugh at how random Thomas had become in the few short days that he had been with Morgan. "Well, I guess its my turn to assault the big guy huh?" the Creature said as the blue and black liquid that held him together became sharp blades of the sharpest type. The gold and red orbs in his body pressing against the thin solid layer of clear gel that made up his skin, making it appear as if he had both cleavage and a huge package in the process. "Not one **** wor-" the Creature couldn't finish his sentence as Thomas had another kinky outburst. 

"HANG ME IN THE SHOOL YARD TIED TO A TEATHER BALL POLE AND LET THE TOTS BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF MY SPHINCTER WITH A RAZER EDGED GOLF CLUB NAMED TIPSY JUNIOR!" the Ruby Spider interrupted as Resaec showed signs of anoyance. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU KINKY BASTARD!"  he shouted as he stopped attacking for a second to tear off Thomas's still living head in his hand. "ROLL ME IN A POT OF HONEY AND STICK TWO PIECES OF DYNAMITE IN MY THROAT WHILE YOU BEAT ME WITH A SHARK TOOTH FILLED PADDLED, THEN POUR FOUR GALLONS OF RUM ON ME WHILE I STREAK THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITH MY CROTCH ON FIRE!" Thomas screamed in pleasure as the Creature readied his attack.

"Cien mil esferas de oro tornado!" the Creature said as he pointed a finger and a stream of golden orbs the size of bowling balls slammed into the Lord of Trauma's hands, chest and parts of his nose, eyes, and forehead. "What trickery is this! those puny attacks will never do any damage to my beautiful hair!" Resaec said as he grew in size even more. "What the **** is up with this guy and his **** hair!?" Morgan shouted out of annoyance. "I mean, YOU'RE ALMOST AS BAD AS THOMAS!" Nordafet giggled as he erupted from his thin egg like prison with glee. 

"Now... let's see this guys attack in action!" the creature said as the golden orbs now numbered in the hundreds of thousands as they continued pelting the almost planetoid sized Lord of Trauma all over the body. "Implosiones de explosión!"  the Creature said as his attack shrank to the size of peas then exploded with the force of ten million Hiroshima's, the force of the explosions creating miniature tornadoes of the left over golden orbs all across Resaecs body. "Heh.... ha ha ha ha! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Resaec laughed as even more explosions rippled across his face, knocking loose the layers of Golden Strands that formed Resaec's current size. "You really think that attack will do any good against me now!? THE CHASM NEVER ABANDONS ITS WARRIORS!" Resaec said as he flipped  Morgan the biggest bird the Human had ever seen. The middle finger opened up like a bomber and let loose thousands upon thousands of tiny toy dogs with super hero capes and rapid fire grenade launchers with fricken class laser turrets strapped to their heads. 

Aneeh watched with interest as Sarahs body become covered in the white and gold plated armor that she had worn while fighting against the Beast all those years ago. "So this was the power of the Sarah Della Sogno Dinistia?" Segroth asked Technarl as he felt the flow of energy. "I don't think thats the full extent of it yet... Not even by a long shot. Supposedly she's one of the ten Lost Wolves that the last untainted Moed spoke of before Resaec killed him. Now things will get interesting!" Technarl said as he tapped his fingers on the desk in front of him. "Desolazioni ultima lotta, tre punte uragano falce, demoni artigli scioperi!"  Sarah said as the last of the Inner Beast covered her arms, legs and body with an assortment of  scrap metal that reinforced her armor. The Inner Beasts head formed a helmet with glowing black and red eyes.  Her arms let loose a torrential downpour of lightning fast  attacks that sliced through Aneeh's body thousands of times per millisecond as shock waves blew away fragments of the Arhem womans body, only to be replaced by Golden Strands. "Is that all you have!?" Aneeh said as her spine extended into a bony highly flexible series of chained weapons.

"Vi??u k? jahara s?m?s!"Aaneeh called out as the tails slammed against Sarahs side, the acid dripping from the stingers eating away at the Inner Beasts armor. "NOTHING CAN STAND AGAINST MY ACIDIC HATE FOR EVERYTHING MORGAN FIGHT FOR!" "Where the **** did that come from!?" Sarah questioned as the melted places repaired themselves and became stronger. "I highly doubt you want to try that again Aneeh.... Didn't you forget from the first time?" the Inner Beasts voice rang out. Aneeh straightened the tails and used them as swords and Sarahs gatling magnums flashed off thousands of rounds at the  Golden Strand infested woman. At the last moment before Aneehs tails could puncture Sarah through the Inner Beasts helmet eyes, Joseph clotheslined her in the throat with four floating ten ton weights. "You know something sister... I love you, I really do... Although I doubt that this is the time to be messing around playing your favorite game 'Who has the bigger set of breasts'! the Chasm has ordered you to go and attack Gothemos's Dimensions, which I think might be a challenge for even you since he does get off on pain and agony." Jospeh stopped the tips of the tails with just one finger, turned around to meet Sarah and gave a quick hand shake. 

"I'm sorry we had to meet like this, but our master has ordered us to someplace where our talents could be of more use then simply lashing out with random attacks. I'm Joseph Arhem by the way, I'm Aneehs older brother... I'm sure you have questions about how she fell to this state, and I do have answers." Joseph said as Aneeh tried to stand up, but was pinnined to the ground by the weights. "Next time dearest sister, next time. Till we meet again Sarah Delarose, alavid? aura saubh?gya!" Joseph said as he and Aneeh simply fell into the ground and dissapeared with a soft thud. "DAMN IT! ILL STOP HER IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!" Sarah roared as the Inner Beast reassembled herself next to her friend. "Don't worry... We'll have the edge in the future, in the mean time, I think we should try to save as much of Earth as possible before all Humanity becomes as the Chasm wants it to be." Segroth chimed in as his holographic representation popped into the arena.

The Lord of Trauma was getting weaker by the second. "No.... Not now!" was all he could say as his giant avatar slowly dispersed. "NOT NOW! NO, I STILL HAVE TO KILL HIM! I WANT TO KILL MORGAN! NOT NOW!" Resaec screamed as the onslaught of toy dogs and their lasers simply stopped in firing. "SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH A TOYOTA TRUCK INTO A ELECTRIC FENCE, PAINT ME WITH BBQ, LIGHT ME AFLAME AND THEN TOSS ME INTO A CONVICT FILLED SWAMP WITH A BAG OF GOLD ATTACHED TO MY FACE!" Thomas screamed in Resaecs ear, causing Resaec to let his guard down. "I'll give you something kinky to yell out you miserable insect!" he shouted as the Golden Strands formed three scythes, the almost plantoid sized verion of Resaec becoming nothing more then a hollow shell fill with holes.

The Creature roared with excitement. "Morgan, I think we need to let loose on this guy, we know that the Golden Strands are only making his appearance look big! if we can open up a space, I think Nordafet can get in there and do some good enough damage!" the Creature said, his mind working at a furious pace. "I think its the only shot we have at ending this guy once and for all!" Morgan said as the ball of tightly compacted energy started to burn their hands. "Nordafet!  We need you to get inside this thing and give him a headbutt!" Morgan called out to Nordafet, who had been nervous about the whole thing from the start. "But... What if I die like I did a few months ago? You think I actually-" "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT RIGHT NOW! THINK OF SOMETHING BIGGER THEN YOURSELF FOR ONCE!" the Creature interrupted as he grabbed Nordafet by the head, crammed him into the black, white, and red ball of energy that was now starting to eat away at his metal hands.

"You think this will actually work?" Morgan question as the Deom converted himself into pure emotional energy. "Not a chance, but its the only choice we have at this point." the Creature said, his mind finally clicking in synch with his friends. The energy started sending shockwaves outward with such ferocity that the duo almost lost control of it a few times. "So what should we call this one?" the creature asked impatiently. "Oh I have the perfect name for it...." Morgan said as he smiled evily. "Swallow this thing, and then bend over and aim it towards Resaec." the Creature instantly realized that this was either the most brilliant idea Morgan had ever had, or he somehow just wanted to shut Thomas up. "Whatever works for you man..." he said as he opened his mouth and swallowed the pure energy as it rocketed through his system. The creature bent over, his butt becoming a four hundred meter laser cannon as the color from the Heart Dimension funneled into his mouth.

"A watashi no kuso kami wa watashi wa ch?do watashi no o shiri kara no enerug? no junsui na b?ru wo shotto ! Sei san zai wo eru!" the Ruby Wolf called out as the Creature fired off a small moon sized ray of pure force from his rear and screamed out in fury as he shot a few other objects out as well. Morgan counted the objects off as they appeared. "Rubber chicken, toilet seat, statue of Abe Lincoln, entire bluray collection of Lost episodes, a video log of Captain Kirk beating a midget dressed as a sex slave, Golum, the one ring, Robocop and Swamp thing doing gross things to Underdog, Mount Rushmore, ten tons of snow in the form of Barrack Obama giving the finger, a kidney stone, fourteen fox terriers jumping through a fiery hoop held by Snoopy, more rubber chickens, a clown car filled with suicide bombers, fourteen episodes of Joey, the entire Fox News teams career in bullshitting the public, and of course.... The razor edge ego of George Clooney.... I'm going to get the paper towels." Morgan said as he had to stifle the laughter that was becoming harder to control with each passing object.

The Creature looked at him with the look of someone passing very uncomfortable things through his butt. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" he screamed as Nordafet, from in the distance plowed through Resaec's defence and prepared to fight their worst opponent yet. The Lord of Trauma smiled as George Clooneys ego slammed into the side of his face. "Oh..." he laughed  "yet it was so worth it." Resaec said as he closed the gap in the Golden Strands. "Now my little Deom, shall we dance? Or shall I kill you?" he asked with the kind of intensity one gives watching paint dry from a telescope. Nordafet simply growled as his body reformed it self. "DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FOX TROT BITCH!? CAUSE I'M BRINGING DOWN THE HOUSE WITH MY K-FED MOVES!" Nordafet said as he instantly became dressed as a Walmart door greeter. "Oh yeah... Bring it on!"  Nordafet said as his yellow highlighter's cap popped off. "Welcome to Wal mart bitch, I'm going to mark your **** off fifty percent!".

Back in the arena, Joseph had sent Aneeh Arhem back to the Chasm of Non-existence, but stayed behind himself. "My sister... though I do love her to death... Is sloppy with her attacks, unrefined as they were... She focuses too much on area of effect... And not enough on precision attacks on stress points located all over the body." he said as he flickered in and out of both Sarahs and the Inner Beasts vision for half a second. "See? I have just doubled your reaction time, crushed all your important joints, and knocked you out cold... Such messiness... Can be avoided if my dearest sister only knew the meaning... Of restraint." Joseph dissapeared as he chuckled to himself. The duo feeling the effects of simply josephs disappearing as they both fell to the ground, just as the Arhem brother had predicted.

Segroth simply was stunned at the proceedings. "He... He did what... That wrecthed Aneeh could not... but I'm not very happy about this... Not at all." he said with a sigh and waved his fingers. "Technarl... Do what you can to heal them better then new, Gothemos, go with him to dissapate the pain they're in, Captain Jake... Give them fresh water." the three went into action as the words were spoken, but not before the Captain of the Dead Man glared at Segroth. "Is that all I am good for? Fighting, and giving people glasses of water?" he asked simply, with a hint of anger in his voice. After a minute of thinking, Segroth nodded. "Yes... That is pretty much your goal in life." the Captain nodded and flickered into the arena. 

Alex had walked back to Peaches hut, with Alpha and Omega in tow in his mind as he bound them in holy rites, passages, holy chains, and the promise that he would ease their pain when the task was complete. "Thank you preacher... But... We must leave this Dimension in order to find the first of the twenty eight, her name is Sho, and as I recall, getting her onto our cause will ease our journey considerably." Alpha said quietly as his body became more healthy looking by the minute. He no longer looked like a bandaged skeleton, but rather a healthy young man in scratched red and gold armor. "We need to talk to Peaches to figure out which Dimension we should go to..." the preacher thought to himself. "No need." Omega stated, her form changing from that of  the other Skeletal Angels, to that of a beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in black and purple streams of hard light holograms. "Sho's located within the  Gaurdian of the Oceans third Dimension. We'll need access to a door way that will lead us to Guardians plane of Existence." she said with a joyful voice. "Don't worry, Peaches owes me a favor." she said cooly as the preacher nodded quietly.

‘The war has begun.' its voice said in the raging fires of the Chasms depths. 'It has already taken place, as it will continue to take place... it seems all pointless now... wouldn’t you agree... Creature?' the dark crystals radiating pure curiosity as it watched from outside the Guardians realities, outside their realm, outside their very being. 'Soon the Fragments of the Creations Vortex will have begun to be collected... and very soon after that...' the voice trailed off as a distant star formed in the precipice of an idea, then simply faded away. 'No... it couldn’t be that simple... The council will have seen our comings and goings with-out us even see it for ourselves!' the voice, simple in its complexity yet very much aware of the situation it found itself. 'Creature... My only hope is that you full fill your end of the agreement and bring HIM to justice.' the shadow moved from outside the range of even the closest Fragment, but it did so deliberately, it wanted them to know that they were watching, that they would always be watching, and that there was nothing anyone could do about it. 'very soon Creature, you will rejoin us at your very core... Ruby Wolf or no, you will join us.' the voice said without hesitation as the images in front of him moved exactly as he planned it. 'Ruby Wolf, or no... you will join us.' the voice laughed in the darkest recesses between dimension and reality.

in the Heart Dimension Nordafet had been getting his form slammed down over and over again as reseac, now the Lord of Trauma used the Golden Strands to his advantage. “To what goal do you have, to what purpose do you have?" Resaec questioned hatefully as he directed three Golden Strands to form a claw and rip Nordafet left arm off, tossing it to the side while they reared up again. “I don’t have a purpose... my purpose was completed long ago, long before you knew of the waking dimension, long before Morgan met sarah, long before my sister grew into the spite person that she now is." Resaec threw him against the wall of his planetoid like avatar. “That doesn’t tell me much about what you want..." the Lord of Trauma said with little difficulty. “I know what you are made of, what every Deom, Moed, and Rouge are made of." Nordafet didn’t struggle as his missing arm slowly grew back into place.

“You see," Resaec began, “All three castes are made of emotional energy, of varied kinds. depending on the need of their creators, they become formed to that purpose, and when that purpose is used up, the creators simply forget about the creation. it really is sad." Nordafet couldnt believe what he was hearing. “Wait... you got one thing wrong though... The Moed arent of the three castes... you twisted the Deom of the nightmare dimension to that form...I HAD TO KILL FRIENDS, FAMILY, BROTHERS AND SISTERS, MOTHERS AND FATHERS! YOU FORCED ME TO KILL MY OWN KIND YOU SICK ****!" Resaec lavished in the emotional turmoil that Nordafet wwas in. “Aw... I love it when you emotional beings get so... emotional..." he said, not wishing to exasperate the situation any further.

“You think I simply wish to kill off that wretched Morgan, the pathetic excuse for a Creature, and of course... you, don’t you?" Resaec said, directing the Golden Strands to crush the Deoms left leg. “Don’t worry, I know that will grow back, you must be in terrible pain. right?" the Lord of Trauma said happily as Nordafet grimaced. “I actually havep lans of my own... ever since then ightmare dimensions only survivor, namely me, escaped that dreadful place before these lovely pets of mine destroyed that whole dimension in a matter of a few months... I have been looking for another kingdom." the nightmare kings son said with a laugh. “Wait... YOU caused all of this?" Nordafet said, slowly gaining the truth of this whole disaster. “No... The Chasm did, I simply wanted to see the look on your face if you thought that... in truth, I wish to win this war as much as you do. but it seems that our little skirmish will have to wait." the Lord of Trauma said quietly as his eyes began to glow.

"so wheres the part where we fight to the death?" the Deom said, the dark black energies which formed his body slowly bristeling with confusion. “Well... I would like to fight Morgan..." the Deoms enemy said flipping his hair in contemplation. Morgan flew in like a flash of light with a grin on his face and tapped Nordafet on the shoulder. "hes all yours man, kick him in the nuts!" Morgan giggled as he popped out of inner space as fast as he had popped into it. "How the **** would I even know if he has a pair of nuts under all that smog!?" Nordafet screamed angrily as Resaec slammed him from one side of the avatar to the next. “I have nuts... I just can’t find them!" he roared with pleasure as he raised a dagger to the Deoms throat, “Now... where were we?" "Catastrofe!" Nordafet shouted as his chest sprang open and released a fat man with a bag of cheetos that caused the greater effect of making Resaec look like a demented cheesepuff in the process. “THIS IS NOT OVER!" the Lord of Trauma roared as he sank the dagger deep into the fat mans arm. “Your aim is worse than your choice of wig." “I LIKE CLOWNS YOU **** DICK!" Resaec crowed out in defense. "Velocità della luce batteva!" the former nightmare prince shouted as he disappeared and reappeared. "By the way... you’ll have trouble peeing from now on." Nordafet was confused and then felt a strange bleeding sensation. “Well... Deom don’t have bladders... but still. That **** stings!" Resaec smiled as time slowed down to a trickle, Reseac slammed his fists into Nordafet’s sides three hundred times, smashing his ribs into dust. After which he crashed his knees into the Deoms face four hundred times, sliced him through the chest five hundred times, and then beat him in the face six hundred different spiky objects, none of which could even be described as humane.

Time resumed its normal flow as Nordafet felt all the blows all at once. The effect was he simply exploded into a fiery ball of black energy. “Well... That was simpler then I thought it would be." Resaec said as he turned his back for just a second before the Doem reassembled himself. The area they were in changed into a battle for space dominance between the fuzzy cute things that won’t tear your face off, and the deadly not so cute things that would give you aids and then stab you in the face with a pack of gummy worms. “WHY THE **** DO I KEEP ENDING UP HERE!?" Resaec screamed in agony as Nordafet bounced off a not cute killer thing ship, causing it to cut the cheese that had been preciously placed on a skate board going down the street towards the supermarket. 

"Ok... I’ve been wanting to try this move out for a while... but I couldn’t find anyone who would live through it." Nordafet said as he flickered past Resaec, bouncing off another not cute killer things face, causing it to impale itself on the bayonet of a cute fuzzy things forhead. “YOU OWE ME TWELVE BUCKS!" the cute fuzzy thing said with hate towards the not cute killer thing on his forhead. “I’ll pay you back tomorrow!" the not cute killer thing said as he pulled out a picture of his wife and kids. “Its her birthday tomorrow. I wanted to get her a pony... but her mom... SHE WENT TO BEST BUY AND GOT HER A IPAD!" it said as he pushed the button on the detonator and sent them both to a bloody and cotton candy filled grave.

Nordafet sprouted twelve extra hands and quickly formed a few hand signs before launching his attack. "Pointi elfu moja wa nuru" he spoke loudly as he deformed himself to cloud Resaec’s vision. His opponent felt time slow down and braced himself. “Mia moja pointi!" the blows slammed against his shoulders in a few seconds, dislocating them and shattering the joints. “Mia mbili pointi!" two hundred blows slammed all across reseacs torso, leaving deep imprints as if someone scooped out chunks of his body with a hammer. “Mia tatu pointi!" three hundred jagged edges ripped through reseacs body, the Lord of Trauma not feeling anything as he stood there, frozen in time. “Mia nne pointi!" Nordafet focused four hundred blows slamming Resaec across the face in the epitome of bitch slaps done with twelve fifty pound sledge hammers. “Mia tano pointi!" Nordafet became a tornado of pinpoint punctures as he stabbed Resaec’s body full of holes in his stomach. “Mia sita pointi!" the Deom slammed six hundred tons of plastic explosive into the Nightmare Prince’s stomach.

The Deom paused only for a single second as he wanted Resaec to see that his fourteen hands had become magnums larger than the barrel of tanks themselves. He also wanted to kick him in the face really **** hard. “Mia saba pointi!" the magnums fired in almost lightning fast volleys as the bullets slammed Resaec’s body through several of the larger and more painfully designed cute fuzzy things warships where they had been, up until that point, been discussing why orange didn’t rhyme with any other word in existence. The bullets shredded through Resaec’s plastic explosive filled body, slowly setting off several tetratons of explosives inside his body. Nordafet had the last laugh as his triple spiked boot toe shredded Resaec’s face to hell another seven hundred times. The Lord of Trauma’s jaw popped like a balloon, half of his upper face was like a wet newspaper in a windstorm as his body slowly expanded. “Mia nane pointi!" the Deom screamed in fury as he split himself into eight hundred copies of himself with triple barreled sniper rifles. “Mia tisa pointi!" the copies of Nordafet each split themselves nine hundred times, each with their scopes on every single available spot on the Lord of Trauma’s body. 

There was a split moment, where Resaec recognised Nordafet’s face, as the little Deom boy he saw in the picture window as he slaughtered what remained of him family. "So... This is my just deserts?" Resaec laughed as Nordafet simply wrapped his arms around him tightly. “This is my punishment, to be abandoned by the Chasm?" tears filled his eyes as the pain from the slowly expanding forces inside of him grew exponentially. “You know something Deom... your friend... The Creature... He will betray you..." the Deom heard Resaec’s whispers, the copies waiting for his final order. “Tell me how you know this iwll actually happen! it won’t have to end like this!" Nordafet said furiously, Resaec knowing the Deom would be driving home his own coffin nails, had he wanted to tell him. “I think... I think I'd rather die, and be reborn as a slug falling into a pile of salt... Then tell you!" Resaec said slyly. "Pointi elfu moja wa nuru, watano thousand tano hundred kuzimu misumari!" the Deom copies pulled the triggers to their triple barreled sniper rifles, unleashing the attacks name sake as one hundred eighteen billion, eight hundred million super heated railroad spikes slammed into Resaec, first forming a bloody three inch thick metal covering over him, then forming a ten foot metal sphere as the spikes kept piling on, then a small meteor, then a small moon, then a small planet, then a medium planet, then finally, a large planet.

The Nordafet’s changed into bolts of hyper charged lightning, slamming into the metal planetoid, sending arches of electricity through each and every layer of metal till they burnt flesh and turned bone and organs to ash and wet dirt. The last thoughts to go through Resaec’s mind, was the feeling of a deep sense of wrong in his life. 

'What have I done?' Resaec thought to himself as the plastic explosives detonated, obliterating everything within two hundred lightyears in a hail of super heated, electrified, three inch rail road spikes.