Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre]

"…"

Waves of desolation indeed passed down, attempting to snuff out the life of the Vanguard down below… but it was halted. Halted by a life force, a force of pure savagery which denied this abyss .Death was not imminent for those down below, and while they did indeed grow more sluggish, that chain of life that was being howled out almost incessantly seemed as if it were commanding them not to give in.

Across the battlefield, men were rising, their bodies moving with an impressive fervor as they fought to resist this malicious influence. That howling presence had exploded among the soldiers as the Captain's body had come under its change, and now it wafted over them like a presence, as if his form was drawing all of it in towards himself.

While the princess was having these thoughts, the Captain's right hand smashed directly into the place where her head was currently located. It did not stop there; the blow was followed by a second as his arms began to move furiously, delivering over half a dozen blows in the frame of a second as she seemed to take her good sweet time contemplating him.

Looking straight into her eyes, the Blast energy around his hands flared and blazed, before becoming much more intense than before. Bits of his flesh were dripping off now, but that was all. Small black spots appeared around the skin of his arms, but outside of that… there did not seem to be any major damage done.

He did not respond to her comment that he was weak. She remarked that brute force would not stop her... and the Soldier could not help but reply. "But isn't that all you have?" He asked her directly, his eyes flaring red as he roared, the hand expanding as the Blast energy began to explode, ripping and twisting along that wing of hers as the massive amount of friction ground it to a stop.

When she backed away from him, a massive shiver ripped around his body. The look in her eyes… was absolutely dangerous. One which caused every bit of his body to surge and tingle, like a dog who had just been approached by an individual with malicious intentions for the animal. The presence of magic was sensed, and in that instant he decided...

"ARRRAAAH!" He yelled out his hands wrapping around his body as he instinctively began to emit a huge amount of blast energy. This burst flared outwards from his body in a tremendous explosion.

If Hayden and Blackheart were not aware of what was occurring, they too would be caught in this Blast.

The Moon God's Super Explosive Wave finally came to a rest, the silver having been wiped away from the battlefield as it was generated. Two more weapons were thrown at the Moon Iramasha… who brought both arms downwards, his eyes locked on his target as the dual pistols that were Mun and nuM's converted forms appeared in his hands. Smashing the hands downwards, both pistols slid across one of the weapons, diverting it from his form as his body began to turn to the side.

His eyes widened, however, as one of them dipped towards him, assumedly from some form of manipulation. His teeth grit as it slid against his shoulder, the flesh parting away as it lightly touched into it, creating a large bruise. ...Fake silver. He concluded, before feeling something wet and slick moving down his arm; a line of blood had been drawn, and the cut itself was quite deep. It would take a while to recover from; this forms defenses took quite a bit more to fully reestablish.

There was nothing in this world that he was more used to fighting than fast opponents. Even if the time frame he had to set up his defense was minuscule, the fact of the matter was that projectiles were almost useless against the male. The Gravity around his body pushed them to the side, and the light taps that came from touching his weapons would be all that it normally would have taken to divert them.

Sliding one hand down to the side, he fired back at her from that left gun. Out of that gun barrel fired an explosive round, several layers deep of Blast. From the last conflict that they'd had, the force of impact that this bullet would have would rip and tear through the Death Energy that she coated around her body, before smashing squarely into her right eye, depending upon whether she attempted to dodge it or not. "….!" The Captain's eyes widened… as another disturbing chill ran through his body.

"NO."

That roar left his body, before his mouth opened wide in a howl.

This howl was one of rage, of sorrow. The very idea of what he was sensing was driving him nearly crazy. Just like before, another large wave of Gravity left his body. But this time… it grabbed and stretched at the base of their current battlefield. The Meat Shields that Neoveta attempted to summon were dragged to the Captain instead.

"RRaaRRgg…"

That low noise left his throat as he looked at the dozens who had been forced to act against their will…

The Captain's gaze changed.

Two shots.

Two bullets.

Two massive explosions which enveloped the bodies, completely wiping them away, along with her cruel manipulation of their forms.

"GRAAAAAH!"

Võrgukliendid's mouth let out, before his body shot forwards. As she attempted to laugh at Hayden, she would find a fist lodged firmly in the side of her face. Perhaps more worrisome then this, however, was the sphere being rudely smashed into her chest.

A sphere which would then expand as enough Blast energy to level an iceberg imploded in the size of a small kitchen.

This implosion ripped along Neoveta's entire body, attempting to tear and crush it. The Captain's arms were flaring as both fists crushed forwards, attempting to interrupt even her escape. He did not care for the familiars that were attacking Hayden, he hardly noticed them. The only thing that his gaze could see was this vile wretch who stood in front of him, his body stepping back as his entire weight changed. Pushing his body forwards, he brought his right fist up from down below, aiming at her solar plexus once again. This time, however, his fist was slowly curving… and as it did so, the weight carried within it continued to increase. The acceleration, however… maintained the same rate. Such it was that a fist with as much mass as a building crashed into her solar plexus just as before, likely catching her attention in the process.

If she attempted to use those familiars to stop him, they would find that they simply couldn't get much of a grip on standing in front of him. The pull of Gravity on either side of his body from the weight of his pistols would be too much for the reanimated corpses, dragging them out of the way but leaving the stain alone.

He had not yet stopped. Not in the slightest. With the force of that blow, both arms crashed forwards. However, within these arms was Blast Energy… as well as Gravity. Rip and tear. Rip and tear. Destroy the scum. Unworthy to live. Unworthy to fight. Unworthy. Scum. Destroy. Destroy. Remove. PROTECT! The determination within those arms was undeniable as his torso surged forwards.

Both arms leaned forwards, those claws of Blast reappearing as he leaned into Neoveta's body. Ripping and tearing, the movements within the Captain's body began to emit a force upon the real world. His body moved towards her, dashing and chasing and pursuing. As he continued to move, the amount of Gravity around her body and the sheer amount of weight of his own body would begin to make escape… difficult. It would eventually get to the point where she would feel her entire form being moved and dragged back and forth with the Captain's movements…

And within those movements were claws. Claws that rip and tore at the front of her body, pressing and s mashing her farther and farther into the depths of space. Claws that tore through her DE Force, continually beating it back and pressing it. The Captain did not believe that this cretin had the physical force to even so much as move himself, so he would use this fact to his advantage, pushing and crushing and shoving her, using his own abilities in a way which would not be expected upon first glance.

"RAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGH!"

Finally, after a good ten oscillations of this movement, the Captain's entire body would turn around…

And he floated directly over her. Completely defying conventional physics, his body turned and shifted. Lifting his entire body into the air, it turned to the side before tilting forwards. His entire weight then dramatically increased, his torso throwing itself backwards before his right leg came up from behind.

A rend of Blast released itself from that kick, along with the force of the kick itself. If Neoveta got caught up in it… well, first, the Blast Energy would rip and tear away at those precious defenses she cloaked herself in, before the actual force of the kick would uproot her entire body, likely crushing her insides as it sent her flying away. If she let her carry it all the way, she would be dragged by the Moon's weak gravitational field a good distance away from the base, smashing forcefully into the ground as a new crater was formed.

Failing this, or even succeeding, the Captain would allow for his head to swivel all the way down, before opening his mouth.

As a result of this action, another wave of Blast emerged. This one, however… was intended to be coated with flames. Normally, this is the effect that would have occurred, at least. Many of the Blast attacks which the Captain had been using at this point should have been covered in flames from the force of the friction within them. However, the fact of the matter was that on the moon… there was no oxygen to use as fuel. As a result, there was nothing that the attacks could use as fuel to burn… other then the Death Energy field which surrounded Neoveta herself, if this attack connected.

If it did so, she would begin to see the very field which surrounded her body catching fire from the immense amount of frictional force associated with this attack, along with the force of the attack itself also likely pushing her a good distance away.

Holding up both of his hands, he looked directly into her eyes. The special bullets that these guns emitted, laced with Chaos energy around the impressive shells of Blast, were extremely difficult to stop due to the nature behind their creator. Each one of those bullets shot out for her, attempting to nail into her body in different locations. Each of them moved with a tremendous amount of speed, guided by purple lines of Gravity to help them find their target. One after another, they attempted to dig into that solar plexus of hers again. If she attempted to stop one, then the others would pile on behind it as well, likely overwhelming her with the sheer force that they carried. Once they pierced within, those cores would expand, ripping and attempting to destroy her from the inside. Anything that got in their way they would attempt to pierce through, only expanding once they reached her. Eight bullets total left those guns, and smoke would be left rising from their tips as they fell to the Moon Soldier's sides, those piercing red eyes staring her down.

The Captain, for his part, kept advancing. His eyes were completely on her, locked. It seemed that he had no attention for anything or anyone else. Hayden's plight, Blackheart's transformation; all of those were sideshows. This was the only thing that mattered… and what mattered was defending his home.

To him, this wasn't about the Vanguard.

This was about the innocent lives that this putrid, filthy... bitch was trying to destroy.

And the God of the Moon would see to it that their spirits would be able to rest in peace.

Damn it!

DAMN IT!

This battle was already turning into a giant clusterfuck, they were giving it their all back and forth- thankfully his Cero was not for nothing as he could feel the damaging pouring into Neoveta even from here. That bitch deserved to be killed and sent to whatever afterlife she believed it, he was done with this religious bullshit and her GOD DAMNED holy war against them. Iceland wasn’t about religion but about removing their demonic presence, not for what they were but because of how they acquired it. But alas, this was the aftermath of such a dangerous event and he just couldn’t sit idly by, for now he must focus on his survivial.

Neoveta words struck inside of him should he have heard them but he could care less to hear it from that little vile girl, she was just trying to throw his focus off but unbeknownst to her she was only fuelling his rage therefor his raw power. His mind was becoming flooded with the drive and willpower to see her defeated by the end of the day, she would pay for her sins against the world and this was the first step in doing so. But first he met deal with the asteroids so intent on crushing him.

He would expand his arms wide as the floor beneath him began to become swallowed by black energy, the death matter in the air forming a sort of elastic net to try to catch a some of the asteroids to prevent them from hitting Hayden. But that would not be their only function as the asteroids streteched the boundaries of the next, causing Hayden to close his eyes briefly focusing his energy into a outward push- causing the next to launch the large chunks of rocks back at the familiar and in turn Neoveta herself. Once they were within a safe range instead of impacting they would exploded into a series of smaller cluster bombs and debris to dispatch of them and give Neoveta a distraction as both Moonie and Blackheart launched their offensive.

Seeing as by now most of the sector was evacuated or dead he could let loose a bit but he would still try to avoid causing to much collateral damage which is why he turned them into smaller more contained explosions to keep them contained.

But what was truly iteresting was the offensive Moonie was launching at Neoveta practically stealing the show. This was good as the more she had to focus on the berserker the least he would need to get up close and set up small traps for the woman. A interesting manuever but one that could work, as she was already falling into one of his traps.

But before he could set anything up he felt the net he had made dissipate as Moonie let loose a large explosion sending Hayen careening backwards knocking the wind out of him briefly, only to catch himself with his reiatsu as he saw the super explosion let loose from him. Well that was unpleasant, as told by Hayden coughing briefly as he felt that shake his body a bit.

While Moonie performed his actions on her Hayden was slowly but surely using his Hollow and death matter to create a link onto neoveta. How was he doing this you ask? Earlier the explosion from his Cero carried death matter particles into the air which attached and expanded into anything in the explosion touch and while Neoveta wasn’t at ground zero she had caught some of it allowing this transaction to occur. A small crimson dot had formed on her back along with one on Hayden’s own back, this was a energy leech that would take six percent of her power from her and transfer it to Hayden till she noticed it and forcibly removed it- which would prove hard to notice or remove with the raging man after her.

Now what was he to do with the latent energy in the air near her? That was simple. Focusing on the individual molecules now that he was a safe distance away from the action he would activate the primary function of his death matter: Powerful Explosions. In front of Neoveta she would feel the air becoming more dense despite where she moves, this is due to the particles that had latched onto her earlier before feeling the effects of his energy expanding then imploding on themselves to contain the explosion roughly the power of ceros, but multiplied by hundreds of tiny specs.

Every inch of area around Neoveta within a foot radius would feel nuclear heat, a violent reaction gone wrong as it exploded in on itself pushing inward. Now to prevent Moonie from getting injuired this would be accuring once he gain some distance precisely at the time he kicked her tearing through her defenses, he was using that opening to force her explosions to slip past her defenses. But should she still have her defenses up consider this the effort to blow past them and force her to take some damage. Of course all of this was contained within a singular area around her.

But he had a few more tricks up his sleeve, it was time to use one of his more drastic forms to help progress this to a ending. It was something he had acquired from wolf, a side effect of having some connection to him mixed; a type of.. Unwanted gift.

“Dark Oversoul Dragon.”

When these words were uttered, a bolt of lightning shot out from Hayden as his teeth gritted together as he felt a wave of energy he has never felt before. The type of energy that surpassed his Bankai briefly, this form could only be maintained for two posts safely and four if he pushed it- it wouldn’t break him but he had to make each second count. What this form did was essentially eliminate the wait time of launching full powered attacks, it allowed him to tap into Shunko like power at the cost of his very cells. It was true that it was a bit weapon to pull out at this time but he knew that if this drew out into a battle of attrition it may not work in his favor.

Hayden let out a grunt and growl as he briefly lost the ability to speak from the raging power inside of him being brought out so violent, all he could do was force his body to get into a firm stance as he focused his energy into his arm. The lightning surrounding his body began to focus into his arm before compressing it’s self into his fist becoming coated in a black substance along with steam now pouring out of his body, perhaps none of them had ever seen it but this was a move he had used during the Iceland event. Except now, he was going to use it at it’s full potential- the gravity of the situation was only known to him and he feared that he had one chance to send this attack.

As the energy poured into his arm, his blackened arm twitched as it closed into a tight balled fist as his eyes locked with Neoveta form. He should have been to her back due to having originally launched his Cero that way and with Moonie going all over the place he hadn’t changed his general direction yet. So with all that being said he used the secondary ability of Dark Oversoul Dragon, which was to augment his physical power and see beyond unfathomable depths. The step forward and movements that came would only be seen or felt by someone with a mastery over speed and/or focus, if they had been paying attention to Hayde. While he was sure he was a priority in her mind the two before him had took precedence meaning he had a window of chance to attack with all he had. So he took it.

Coming at Neoveta was the male from behind, his movements were on another level as he shot towards in a straight line past all the bullshit. Should anything try to stop him he would simply power through it, taking the damage. However he was not that stupid to take everything full on, like earlier he held a defensive layer of hardened matter over his body to make sure if he was hit by any explosions or power attacks he could still keep his course- his speed and raw strength would allow him to break through most barriers at this point should he encounter any.

‘Now.’ He thought thinking to the Gem Cirno gave him all them months ago, he could feel the power within him making it’s self known as it’s ability ‘Arms of Valor’. This was his ambition realized, if he could end this battle now he could potentially save more lives than lost today. This was for a higher cause than himself, this was for his brothers and sisters lost today to this ‘holy war’ that was brought to them today. So as his arm glowed hot red allowing him some extra power he could only glare at Neoveta as his rage came forth in the most violent way he could think.

Once he appeared behind Neoveta she would barely register or even feel for that matter his presence unless she was utterly focused on him at this point, the raw power that exploded forward from his fist aimed for her heart was enough to decimate someone with Grandmaster durability should it make direct contact able. Her internal body would simply cease to exist should it hit becoming nothing not even ash in the wind as it was destroyed on a molecular level. The reason being to this attack was it was his strongest attack, his most deadly ability to himself and anyone hit with it or in their range.

Once it was release from his fist at point blank range everything within ten meters would feel their internal organs slamming into their bodies, suffering internal damage as both skin and flesh seared itself from the raw power being exerted. This was his gambit, a type of attack that while it would certain practically make his arm unuseable for the next three or four posts he would cause massive damage to Neoveta even if she isn’t struck directly. This type of attack was meant to push Grandmasters into a hole so if she wasn’t on that level she would be feeling the full brunt of this attack and everything else would. Now in the off chance he missed she being the direct target would have little time to move due to just the onslaught that the trio was producing and him having literally come out of nowhere had to play some factor.

Now the after effects of this besides the blinding light exerted would be the very loud snapping of muscles all along Hayden arm and cracking and splittering of bone outside his arm. Even for someone with Master Pain Endurance like Hayden he could barely contain himself as he shunpo’d backwards for all he was worth to gain some distance to see what happened once the smoke cleared. He promptly dropped to a knee as he unreleased the technique that was enabling him to launch this move, severely weakened he wasn’t out of the fight yet but he had retreated a large distance away from the encounter to compose himself.

Now. What was the result? Hayden was on a knee sapped of most his energy with only a small shield to protect him roughly 100 meters away from the conflict with a useless arm that couldn’t knit it’s selve back together. But. He wasn’t out of this yet.

Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood.

That word kept repeating in an infinite loop as The Princess of Demon World witnessed the destruction her powers caused. There was a sense of satisfaction had from this wrath having a medium to express itself. Yet, as the bodies dropped, and the base became further gutted out, there was a sinking feeling inside of Neoveta's gut: this was all hollow.

As all of these lives began to become interwoven into The Priestess's road of vengeance, there were seeds of another voice questioning The Princess's motives. The hatred and fury still bled within her soul, but it was leaving her the more it had it's venom spread. And as it dissipated bit by bit, this emptiness within herself only grew to greater heights and the shades of void behind her eyes could only become further deadened as a result of this notion.

Something within The Void did not feel entirely aligned with this plan, but it was far too late to go back on it now. Far, far too late. It was too late in Iceland, and it was certainly too late to go back now. All of the bodies and lives mangled in this rampage could not so easily take back this carnage.

Therefore, as Neoveta's sights set their blackened gaze upon Blackheart, the madness and hurt from his embodiment could only help to further cultivate the atmosphere of rage brewing within this sector. And, while apart of The Priestess's foul essence found a sick pleasure in watching him lose himself to the lunacy filled within the atmosphere of this war, a greater part of The Princess held pity for him. And, when that thought occurred, she seemly ignored the actions the enraged demon performed.

Instead, for a brief few moments, The Priestess seemed to be in great pain as she let out a sinister hiss, unhinged her fangs and let each of her claws prolong to the point of drawing blood and becoming quite grotesque in it's crimson appearance. All the while, the whole of her body became riddled in tribalistic markings which bled shadowy blood. Clinging on to her left eye, the colors of shade seemed to drip away from it and one could begin to see the color of white and scarlet begin to ease back into it.

It was as if there was a transformation taking place within The Princess that indicated a sense of strife within herself. As one could sense that the energies within Neoveta's body were conflicted, contorted and undergoing rapid fluctuation. However, The Void did not want to let go of it's hold so soon. Hence, as she removed her right hand away from her left eye, this demoness of destruction would seek to unleash total hell upon Blackheart.

Ergo, The Void Priestess saw fit to begin throwing around her semi-divine power to enforce her offensive power. Thus, in response to this desire, all around Blackheart would a cyclone of white, black and red energies take shape and seek to vaporize the area around him. Her intent was to have the particles of energy associated with her power drown and submerge the rebellious demon.

Then, from there, it's special ability would activate and this energy sought to crack, break and attack the metaphysical essence of the creature. Breaking down his durability, speed and overall health in order to inflict heavy amounts of damage upon Blackheart. It would feel as if his entire body and essence was being gnawed at by the fangs of Neoveta's prowess.

While the explosion which followed all of this would be enough to level everything within a mile radius as her power was being thrown every which way but right. And given she had such a grand mastery of demonic magic, it would be hard to walk away from this without some form of physical, metaphysical or spiritual injury.

As, overall, she would hope that this attack would force him to power back down to his base form if it had it's full intended effect.

Though, she would soon have bigger worries to concern herself with.

SMASH!

That one word could be used to describe the shift The Void Priestess had as The Moon God started smashing his fist again and again into her face. This savagery would then spread to the whole of her frame and it would almost seem to crack. Each hit caused the skin of Neoveta break and shatter like a broken piece of glass.

Yet, despite this brutal assault, the expression across Neoveta face was one devoid of emotion. This unbalanced force within herself continued to induce further complications and the spirit of The Empty Princess seemed to be in a total disarray at this point. But, despite that fact, the survival instinct of the conflicted creature were still in tact.

Therefore, that wing he so desperately tried to unhinge from The Princess would seek to blaze away his hand instead. For the energy which radiated from that appendage sought to melt The Moon God's fist with a heat searing enough to burn clean through supernatural constructs through it's corrosive element. Granted, from the exchange, the wing would also appear to crack much like the bulk of Neoveta's own body. In fact, parts of it even chipped away and faded into the cosmic ash all around them.

It may have perhaps indicated that something still wasn't quite right with The Void Princess before The Nature Iramasha, but despite how difficult this path before The Empty Priestess was, this fading wrath within herself sought to have The Princess march down this desolate road of death as it was her fate to accept. Henceforth, as Moonie called out to Neoveta, The Void could only call back with this simple response:

"No."

The tone was a gruff, raspy and straight to the point. Yet, it would almost instantly change into a softer, serene and different sounding Neoveta as her left eye began to have reddened veins emerge within it's pure white void.

"What I have is...love."

Something was greatly wrong as The Void started to choke on those words. This wasn't right and her left eye started crying crimson tears of regret for what it was witnessing before it's sight. Was this what that child wanted? As grained imagery of that day in the deepest depths of hell poured through the mind of Neoveta, the self she was then seemed to cry out and replay these painful memories.

On that day, she fell to her knees and pleaded for her makers not to abuse their divine powers for such awful things. She yearned for the world to be filled with carnage, devastation and all things wicked and death. It was a childish ambition, yet she was still very much a child and these attachments were not ones which were easily abolished.

And it is this inner child which became awakened and doubted the motives of their current operation. For what Neoveta had turned herself into had been the inverse of those desires and she transformed into this body of hers to become an utter monster. These sensations of taint and corruption were so great that she could begin to sympathize and understand the stance that even her wicked father held for this world.

Yet, despite this protest, the world was constantly moving. And, in an explosive bang, the mind of Neoveta was brought back to reality in a devastating way. The Moon God had unleashed a destructive cluster of energy towards her which appeared to be destroying everything in sight. Earth turned to dust, heat increased to lethal levels and the sounds of decimation were all but overpowering.

In fact, even the body of The Void Princess was beginning to feel the pressure and weight of the blast. The ends of her dress became devoured in flames, the core of her being felt intensive damage seep into it's depths and the cracks across her body became increasingly more visible. This eruptive havoc was potent enough to even destroy half of The Princess's top right wing and caused Neoveta to let out a screech of pain in that moment. These were sensitive parts of her body and it felt akin to having a limb partially ripped out.

Thus, under blood soaked tears, would The Princess then bite down on her lip, let our a hellish cry and destabilize the remaining blast. She was in the core of the storm and it would simply turn to ash as her demonic energy sought to decay and null the attack from causing any further damage to herself. When the light and smoke faded, The Void Princess would then be seen as having most of her clothing tattered, ripped and having the exposed skin of her bare exposed.

Yet, what was more concerning -- was her face.


Half of The Princess's face had been vaporized clear off like butter. Though, instead of flesh and blood being seen, there was only a dense void witnessed on the right side of her face. And, as it slowly began to reform, a reddened eye of foreign energy formed and it appeared as one side of her face was furious, while the other half seemed to be crying uncontrollably and filled with scorching sadness. It was a sight to see as it was beginning to show that this being was deeply conflicted.

Splotches of black, red and white bruises soon followed across her body showed that the toll of this battle was slowly starting to press down on Neoveta. At the same time these injuries were occurring, the left side of Neoveta's wings became filled with crimson and white light; as the right became entirely filled with absolute shade of black. This further represented the divide within herself as The Priestess clenched her head with that right hand of hers and seemed deeply pained as her face slowly and painfully attempted to reform itself. One half of The Void Princess was ready to continue this operation of devastation and revenge, while the other half just wanted to stop and go back to the beginning.

'I don't understand.....why am I crying? THIS IS WHAT WE WANTED!'

There was a pained wheeze of breath had following The Void having this thought. As this creature clamped on to her heart tightly with her left hand, oil hued blood started to drip uncontrollably from Neoveta's mouth as that body of hers shook involuntarily. Physical, mental and spiritual pain were bleeding all over her essence. With more pained memories flashed over The Empty Princess, the motives of her original cause seemed so -- tainted -- compared to now.

All she had originally wanted to do was to carry out her task that she had been born with. Why was everyone so against that? She was a weapon born to cause mayhem, was she not? So why was it -- things had to be like this?

It was because she was born to suffer, was it not?

As more bullets started to fall and fly from The Moon God, the anguished Princess cried out further and swung her right hand outwards towards the projectiles. In this instant, a wave of her despair washed over the atmosphere and it resulted in a tidal wave of DE Force being emitted in a liquidized form. This fluid was black as the night of space itself and it sought to embrace it's cold contents throughout the hellstorm of ammunition being hurled at Neoveta. In this way, it would dissolve the bullets and negate them to prevent it from ever touching Neoveta.

'I....just did not not want to be alone....I did not want to hurt anymore. I never asked for this life.....so why......?'

The tears just wouldn't stop and the face of The Princess became further unhinged. As the right of her face become entirely devoured by darkness and a lone glowing red eye, the left part of it was filled with puffy and bloodied tears as the scarlet pupils of her original self slowly started to fade back into existence.

The Void -- and The Original -- were one in this moment.

'Ah....that's it. That's always been it. I just wanted to protect you from this world. We are monsters of satanic power. Not even our closet allies can ever be trusted. We were designed to rely on our power alone because of that. If you do not let me shield you from their hand....they will devour us.....'

. . .

There would be another blow aimed at the face of Neoveta, but even in all her heartache, the body of The Princess responded and evaded the devastating blow The Moon God attempted to direct at her. Instead, as she levitated above him, those acidic tears would fall down The Iramasha and begin to burn through his defenses further. This was the river of hurt flowing from Neoveta's spirit into his and beginning to further dissolve the health and energy of Moonie; just as much as this pain had corroded the entire sense of self which The Void Priestess once possessed.

And it is why the sphere hurled at Neoveta's chest seemed to hit and make a calamitous blow to the child. She was hurled for roughly two dozen meters before coming to a distressing stop by means of her back slamming against a steel wall. Shade blood spewed forth from her mouth and The Priestess slumped down to her behind and had her hollow embodiment exposed for all of the world to see.

For, with closer inspection, the entire chest of The Void Priestess had been obliterated, yet there was nothing seen within her body but shades of black, white and crimson. And, where her heart should be, there was a cracked and shattered sphere of energy which seemed to be flickering between shades of silver, crimson and shade. Again, further internal conflict griped the embodiment of Neoveta and she could only restore herself ever so slowly as her energy seemed muddied and harder to utilize on herself after taking such a heavy hit.

'Do you feel that coldness overflowing us? This is that terror, that pain and that sadness you sought to numb each of us from. It's all coming un-done. Perhaps....it is too late to this....why do you want us to feel that again? Mother's plan....it will free us from this. Please....follow through on it....'

'I...just want this to end....'

. . .


There was nothing for Moonie to hit against as the earnest hound sought to carry on with his assault. Instead, his entire leg would become devoured by pure demonic and death based energies. The likes of which would serve to destabilize his powers, burn off his leg and inflict further corrosion of Moonie's health in order to put him closer towards the brink of being pushed to his limits. If nothing else, from this up close encounter, The Moon God would take some form of critical injury for being so brazen as to attack her while true essence was exposed to the world.

'Don't...let it end. They don't see as what we are. All they want to do is break us. Mother Mana, Mother Khala, Father Deveta, Belle, Nevermore, Khalaism, Demon World, Earth, The Vanguard; EVERYONE... all they seek to do is us and drain our power. You never trusted anyone in this world...so why stop now? Finish...the job....kill them...before they kill us. .'

. . . .

As The Void Princess's vision then focused back on the world around her, the sensation that gravity was being altered tingled all throughout the child's body. The Void was back in control and there was no way SHE WOULD ALLOW HIM to do any further damage to her while she had dominance. Therefore, The Child appeared to have more Death Energy reek from her body. It came as a form of miasma and it sought to spread for a one hundred meter radius. In this region, the altering effects of Moonie's gravitational pull could be heavily dulled, if not, negated by the corrosive influence of The Priestess's death energy eating away it's effects.

In turn, the acidic fluid from before (the one used to block the bullets) would begin to come back to Neoveta's side and she would seek to further defend herself from the pains of this world with it. As, a sphere of blackened fluid would form around her body and seek to melt any part of Moonie that dared to come into contact with this liquid. All of the slashing attacks which were aimed at her would ultimately be stopped by this eroding force.

Which also meant that by the time The Iramasha attempted to smash his leg in from behind at The Princess, that same leg would undoubtedly be eaten away by this element and his energy would be further lowered as it sought to devour and consume his life force to bring him further on the cusp of tapping out and taxing The Mon God's body.

'This heart....is ripping into two....but I refuse to let them kill us. They won't be the ones....to bring our fate with death.'

These negative emotions...

Those negative thoughts...

This hostile environment.....it all brought forth the power of wrath.

. . . . . . .


"....that hate flowing through your veins, does it not feel natural? Imagine a world where these reflections our inner most selves are allowed total control of our conscious mind. To shield us from painful delusions, the yang of the universe will seek to set things straight."

. . .

These words would be uttered out following the destruction of her bubble dome following the massive energy assault thrown at The Princess by Moonie Iramasha. As debris, fire and chunks of metallic earth spread for many meters on end, the embodiment of Neoveta merely levitated in it's crater.

If he were to pay attention, the blobs of darkness seen from within the gaping hole of The Princess's chest would begin to spread. It covered the entirety of her right body and there was something utterly foul about this energy as her body began to increasingly shake and tremble under the weight of such thick negativity consuming it. As, that left side still continued to cry such bloodied tears, while the right began to have a crimson smile creep across it's shadowy face.

"...as for myself? I have A LOT of this negative yang to share with the world still. For this is why I fight...."

In that instant, a DENSE cluster of DE Force seemed to acclimate in the right hand of Neoveta as this venomous persona was still not yet done with it's path. Even if this childish sense of self wanted to stop, the negativism within her heart was far too great to stop here. It would not allow her to be exposed to any further pain. Therefore, it unleashed a mile wide and high ball of Death Energy meant to vaporize all of the bullets shot at The Princess. From there, it would meet up with Moonie and seek to implode itself across a five hundred meter radius in order to drown him in it's toxic effects.

It would lower his health, break the bones in his body, melt away durability, cripple his mind with murky thoughts and seek to bring his overall energy down to roughly 2/4 of remaining fuel to fight with. This was a critical attack and it was not something which would be easily overpowered or stopped. If it was going to be halted, it was going to take every last bit of strength he had and more as this cluster of vile intent came from the heart of Neoveta's wickedness.

'I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO BE HURT!'

This phrase would repeat over and over within the mind of The Void until the cries of her original self were all but drowned out. The whole right side of her face would then erupt into a vicious howl of deranged laughter, expending and expanding her energy to new heights. She was thriving, growing and cultivating herself to feed off this pain, destruction and death that was occurring all throughout the moon. Her and mothers plan could not fall prey to some sentimental rubbish.

They had lost their hope long ago and this negative self would not allow that ray of hope to ever touch her soul again. As hope brings delusions of happiness from yin. Yin's happiness is infinite. And that finite nature burns out like a candle and brings with it the crushed desires which pains the soul. Yin is not something to strive for in this universe and should be purged with absolute repudiation. Indeed, the yang of Neoveta's heart would not allow that yin self to see the day of light as it would bring their demise.

It couldn't....to make her goal come true.

So -- she needed to FIGHT!

Therefore, The Void Princess screeched as she surged out of her crater and began to increasingly feed off the negativity surging in the area once more. As, in doing so, she could do nothing but let out another wild cry and laugh at the sight of Hayden's own rage beginning to consume his body. This is precisely what this sense of self wanted; for all of these men, soldiers and souls of the world to lose themselves within the maddening element of their own negativism.

Yes, yes, YES!

It was all glowing, growing and coming to fruition. If she could just hold on a bit further, this dark dream could be realized!

Ergo, to conserve on energy, The Empty Priestess had all of her familiars in the area disappear. Every last one of them needed to go as this was a battle she was going to wage on her own. Most of them could certainly feel the strain on Neoveta's soul at this point as well following this action. A sizable chunk of her health and energy appeared to have left her during the clash with Moonie. Not to mention the fact that her body looked cracked, the tips of her wings broke and the right side of her face still had not reformed; it only lost itself to the abyss and the hole within Neoveta's chest seemed to be accelerating this vile energy.

She was banged up, but not out of commission yet.

"You can feel to, Hayden? Your wrath...it's transforming you into a monster just like myself. You'll fit in fine in a world of absolute yang...."

There was a grim chuckle had from the pained being as she felt ten percent of her energy leave her body. It was no doubt the doing of that man. Through all the commotion of the battle, the internal strife within herself and the injuries she sustained; it was hard for her to pay much attention to that subtle action. However, as soon as energy started exiting The Princess's body, Neoveta promptly erased and eradicated all attachments that the vizard had on her. All of the death matter within herself would be purged by her body cleansing itself with it's DE Force.

All the while, even in spite of this leech inducing further pain and energy lost upon her, Neoveta gained something valuable: an access point. There was apart of herself which lived on within Hayden due to him taking these particles of energy from out of herself and into his own embodiment. Thus, because of that, Neoveta was able to channel into it and replicate her energy within himself.

In other words, by remotely utilizing her powers within Hayden, she would be able to begin to corrode his body from the inside out. If he wanted to consume and eat away at her like everyone else? So be it. In turn, he would pay for seeking to use and abuse her by his own energy being lowered by 1/4 by her parasitic element neutralizing his internal energies.

Furthermore, Hayden would begin to then notice that his own durability would begin to weaken. In turn, his whole body would suffer broken bones, ruptured organs and overall weakness from undoubtedly straining himself during his frenzy burst of power. In fact, the male may even pass out during the brunt of this as Neoveta sought to clench these clusters of DE Force to his heart and begin to tax it in order to make him further fatigued.

If not cleansed, then this infection would continue to spread throughout his body until every ounce of it that produced energy would be clogged and blocked by the contamination of Neoveta's energy.

"If you yearn to taste my essence so much, I'll oblige and make you choke on it, Heathen...."

While The Void Princess yearned to do SO much more to him, she had bigger problems to contend with. As her eyes paid attention to the dense particles beginning to weigh her body down. A form of long-range attack must've been triggered from his previous action and there was no doubt in Neoveta's mind that she needed to act now. Ergo, out of an instinctive reaction, Neoveta created multiple layers of thickened DE Force around herself. It totaled up to ten layers and they would serve to consume, dissolve and absorb the impact of the nuclear blast.

Therefore, while Neoveta was caught up in the eruption, The Princess would only suffer minor injuries from it. Hayden would undoubtedly feel as if she had lost an additional five percent of her energy and that her health had dipped, but when the smoke cleared, this shaking being was still standing and laughing through her tears.

It was as The Void stated -- SHE WAS NOT GOING BE BROKEN THAT EASILY!

With adrenaline pumping through her metaphysical veins, the senses of The Princess were deeply in-tune with the environment around her. So, because of this, Neoveta could track the movements of Hayden. Indeed, he was fast, but he wasn't untraceable. It would take an active effort to keep her focus in check, so the best course of action was to avoid taking a direct hit from whatever he was planning. As the male kept augmenting himself, The Priestess sought to evade getting caught up in his strike by narrowly evading his strike.

Instead, she leaped backwards by five meters and got caught up in the in-direct onslaught. And, in doing so, The Priestess let out a loud yell as her body felt as if it were being compressed against from the inside out. Every pore from the lower half of being bled out a black blood on to the charred earth beneath their foot as she began to shook violently once more.

'....that would not have ended well if we had taken that directly. Do you see what I am trying to protect you against now? These savages....'

. . .

Shade hued blood started to pour out of Neoveta's mouth as soon as she took a moment to catch her breath. More of her health had left The Princess and Hayden had dissolved a fair bit of her energy from that assault. The entirety of the left side of The Demoness's body had cracked, white fluid was beginning to ooze from every pore of her embodiment and she seemed quite unstable at this point.

It was if her whole core was on a fuse and it was getting closer to being triggered and exploding in the process. What that explosion would entail, however, was anyone's guess. For now, she clung to her control and had dozens of bulging veins emerge across the left side of her body to otherwise signify how much of the pain she was repressing in order to prevent her from losing sight of her goal.

Henceforth, with energy still left to burn, Neoveta would seek to target and assault Hayden while he was weakened. As, with her influence still swirling about within the male, she could feel that his body would undoubtedly have been exhausted after that fiasco and gamble. And while she wasn't in the best shape, it was time to seize the moment and pounce down on him before she was unable to.

Ergo, in order to ensure her aim was precise, she would latch on to the particles of energy still within Hayden in order to produce a heat-seeking style of attack upon him. So long as he was still determined to leech on to her energy? The higher the odds of her assault hitting him would be. Therefore, without much regard for anyone else, Neoveta then unleashed a half mile wide eruption of Death Energy towards Hayden in order to accelerate the amount of corrosion on his body.

If he were hit by this destructive wave of power? It could potentially wipe out 10-20% of the remaining energy from Hayden. Along with that, with his potentially weakened defense and durability, the male could foresee more critical injuries that may take him out of the fight. Broken bones, damaged nerves, damage to the heart, brain injury, lowered senses and lost of limb are all very real injuries that could occur.

This is also ignoring the blunt force impact of the attack and the fire, heat and shock waves of the explosion which could undoubtedly bury him in a world of hurt and force the male back into his Shikai form or to give everything he has and more against the female. As the attacks that Neoveta was beginning to deal out now were aimed with the intent of ending this clash. So all parties would be pushed to the utmost limit with the amount of force The Priestess was dishing out.

As, after all, this was her march of wrath and nothing was going to stand in the way of that so long as this sense of inner yang clung to control. She was even willing to kill parts of herself in order to make this vision come true. Since, throughout this entire rampage, that left side of her face was still crying like mad and bleeding crimson tears all over the tattered dress of The Princess. It hurt her on so many levels to do this, but it was far too late to go back.

Thus, with this mantra repeated one last time, the negativity had been set and it was time to put the first real phase of their plan into motion. With all the animosity and chaos brewing around The Vanguard's moon structure, it was undoubtedly the best time to use this situation as a catalyst for her mothers plan. Hence, a great disturbance was felt further away from the moon. This feeling could be akin to having the sensation of someone standing over you and observing you from distance.

Yet, that wouldn't be as important as the sight of millions of particles of crimson light churning about in the cosmic heavens. A core was forming and a spherical object was seen being ejected away from the battlefield and further towards space. It did not seem to have much of an aim towards causing hostile intent towards anyone on the battlefield, but the sense that it was unstable and greatly powerful could be sensed from every ounce of it's being.

From there, Neoveta would position herself to levitate above all the opponents, even if she must take damage in the process. All in the hopes of defending this ominous phenomena occurring the space above them all. As this would be the crux of their plan and that right side of Neoveta's face could only grin with wicked delight as they were close to unleashing their truth upon the world.

'Mother....the crux is almost here.....'

With that silent thought passing through The Void's mind, Neoveta would then motion for all of her opponents to charge and dare them to chase her.

"Now....come and get me. You want to break me, right? That's what you desire, right? Then come and end it."

. . .