Divine Punishment [Operation Moon Massacre]

Chaos as far as the eye can see. That's all that the Moon Event was beginning to be. The mass loss of life, the conflicting factions and ever looming presence of world war were all impressionable factors which were coming to a head with the destruction of the moon. Both of the major parties who began this whole incursion had even found themselves on the cusp of death, so how could one NOT capitalize on this opportunity of a lifetime?

Thus, The Queen Of Discord And Lunacy saw fit to make her appearance once the wheels had been set in motion and her cronies had done the best they could to make her dream become a reality. Out of the crimson vortex shining above the skies of Sector A is where our lovely little mistress of all things foul and wicked would emerge. With all hell breaking out on the cosmic rock around them, it was a glorious satanic miracle that no one managed to pay attention to the cluster of negative energy beginning to gather here.

As the gem green eyes of The Royal Asthavon gazed down at the sobbing Belle and the near death Demon Princess and the ruins of Sector A; all that she could find herself doing was chuckling with the utmost of desire. It was a precious sacrifice which was required to bring her vision back to life.

"This is where we part ways, child. I'm sorry to say, but you've served your purpose quite well. So it's time to cut the umbilical cord. Bye, bye~ Enjoy your new life with that lovely lass over there."

With a snap of her fingers, the remaining blob of darkness which was "The Void" started to rescind itself away from the body of Neoveta Asthavon and her mother would allow for this plague to be absolved from her daughters tender body. At this point, she was of no use to her as the true daughter of Mana Asthavon had been pulled with the completion of Neoveta's Saca Dila.

It was a term which the world would come to know quite soon as The Queen Of Demons gazed at the burning sights all around her. Under the destruction of the moon, the creation of her new world could begin. It was all so hilarious that Mana could almost find herself crying at this point at how no one took the time to observe simple clues.

Did not a single soul on the moon care to think what could happen if all these wonderful beings of otherworldly strength gathered in one place? Did they not observe the tactics of sacrifice and gain Shadow Fall is known for during their incursions of London, Madness City, Operation Blood, Demonic Incursion and so many countless other missions?

Oh well.

It wasn't of any concern at this point.

All the higher ups within Shadow Fall truly had to thank was the likes of Sou Yuuki for bringing the likes of The Black World back into existence. It was painful to wait all these months, years and decades in order to realize her ambition. To change the course of evolution with rule to power through the actions of World War Three, to let this chaos fester for decades upon the world and to breed the perfect atmosphere to allow the total liberation of the world's psyche.

In a sense, one could describe the desires of Mana as one of wanting the world to be just as liberated, freed and unhinged as her own mind and the realm of demons had become. To drown existence itself in a sea of unending chaos, heightened being and total immersion with the ways of discord. It was beautiful thought to behold as the world was going to be doused into madness and, through that madness, the enlightenment of the soul and mind could begin to give her such a beautiful world to call home.

It's what her heart desired, did it not?

She was a receptacle for the world's chaos, madness, depravity and insanity. It all had to go somewhere and it all had to be released in one form or another. It was the way nature worked and the karma of this planet had reached an all-time. It was time to pay and it was time to find that release. It was a scary thought to behold for The Queen Of Demons; as she often enjoyed her casual games of fancy and play. But, with this new world, perhaps those times won't be around as much. If she wished to progress her game, however, it may be her own sacrifice for this vision.

Thus, without further time for delay, the eruption of release needed to occur. After ripping open her heart with her own right hand, The Queen Of Demons let out a frightful laugh which could be heard echoing throughout the four corners of the decimated moon. She was releasing her Rilīja, HER inner world of the world's absorbed madness, and mirroring the negative lunacy of the world in order to resurrect the Black World. As she screamed, hollered and roared into the heavens; an oil and blood glowing star would screech to the heavens and arise above the moon.

Within moments, this star would expand and tear in order to create an emerald and shade vortex. Behind it? The Dimension of the reformed Black World would be had. And, with it's rebirth, thousands of spires of energy would be released into the planet, but others would be released and sent to the Soul Society, New Hueco Mundo, Demon World and the Sugiura Dimension. These would not cause destruction wherever they landed or ended up, but instead, they would be the web of The Black World's influence spreading and gaining influence to infect existence itself.

In time, many of the citizens of these worlds would find themselves becoming devoured by the sub-conscious thought of their minds and find themselves coming to terms with the grimmest desires of their heart and soul. It could drive some to madness, others to enlightenment, some into ecstasy and others to be unified under the banner of a universal release. It didn't matter how many choose to experience this revolution of madness, but these realms would soon see sectors of The Black World forming and morphing.

In turn, the inverse realm of these dimensions would be coming to life and many portions of these sacred worlds would find entire regions of their homes filled with the inverse versions of their populations, unrest in the planets from constant catastrophic events and ungodly energy seeking to purge, infect and drown it's inhabitants into the true essence of their mind. This was the first gift to the world that Queen Of Demons wanted to birth after so long.

So, a global announcement was in order. As disgusting amounts of negative energy spread throughout these realms, Mana utilized this power as a medium to transfer a wide telepathic message to anyone willing to listen!

"In the ashes of the old world, The Kingdom Of Madness will arise. Salutations, greetings, hello~! You knew this was coming, right, world? It's me: Mana Asthavon! While I'm rather limited on words right now, I can say I'm here to tell you that your stress can come to an end now! Rejoice, make merry and cheer: the limiters of your mind are free! You all have worked so hard to alter, shift and morph the world that your subconscious desire for chaos has allowed me to make your dreams come true. The rebirth of The Black World is at hand and I really do wish that you all enjoy yourself in The Kingdom Of Madness: my lovely comrades of discord!"

Cheery, happy and filled with the utmost of desire; the tone of Mana's voice seemed overly thrilled as she had hearts in her eyes and a childish smile across her face. And this was because of the fact that the woman was projecting a constant series of images of The Moon, herself and the many citizens of the known realms of existence beginning to fall prey to their Saca Dila, becoming infused with The Black World and the rebirth of her mad star igniting this change.

As the remains of The Void clung to Mana's waist, The Queen Of Madness pat the head of The Saca Dila Of The Demon Princess and simply basked in the wondrous warm glow of this new era which was sure to make a buzz throughout the world!

"Look Neoveta, my child, it's always darkest before down. But now? Our world is at hand. It's going to be beautiful...."

With her eyes closed, The Queen Of Demons would let the child rest in the gaping hole within her chest and give a content sigh as she basked in the warmth of the moment.

The Black World was upon us!

Cold. Everything was cold. The words of Belle seemed to be nothing but distant echoes of a distort and scared woman. Even as the energy of her loving power flowed through the veins of The Princess, it simply wasn't enough to sustain her life. Between the battle, The Queen's influence and her Saca Dila draining all of her divine power away; the body of Neoveta could not support itself in it's current state and all of her functions were beginning to quickly fail.

She tried to regenerate from these wounds, but nothing responded.

She tried to call upon her divine magic, but nothing responded.

She tried to call for help, but nothing responded.

'Oh, are you trying to save yourself? I'm sorry, but I can't have that.'

The only thing that responded -- was her mother.

'Look Neo-Neo, the sun is setting! The world you spent your entire life being deluded into protecting by your own absurdity, the world you said you'd so protect and the world you promised Iriko that you'd save is sinking, sinking, sinking; never to return! Unfortunately, when my madness enters this world, your entire sense of self might be rebirthed and reborn. So, as I said, this is where we part ways, my loving experiment~! You've provided some laughs, some entertainment and served yourself well as my tools, but like with all good things, it has to end. Sayonara, Neoveta. You've failed'

Failing, failing, failing. That word repeated over and over again in her head as the faintest of tears fell from her eyes. It was a theme that kept looping infinitely as she recalled the memories of her life.

Neoveta failed to have a proper childhood. All the memories she can recall is of a horrid madness; one which was tamed, subdued and beaten out of her by endless experiments, toruture and violence done to her by Mana. Limbs broken apart, organs crushed, body broken over and over and over again until her psyche was torn to become obedient and submissive.

And, because of that, Neoveta failed to become a proper Princess of Demon World. Going against her instincts, fighting against her demonic nature and suppressing her sense of self brought herself into this mess. The distant words of Matthew Hinote's words replayed in her thoughts and she could finally see that she was so ignorant to it all.

Neoveta failed in both saving the former love of her life, Iriko Crow, from being killed by Khala and she failed to find her own resolve like he so pleaded for her discover to begin with.

Neoveta failed in managing to provide a form of support for Inami Asthavon, a fellow Asthavon sister, and could no longer be someone to help save her from her own madness.

Neoveta failed all of her creators. Khala did not receive a demon whom could live up to her religion and save her from her own regression, nor did Mana receive the proper daughter of madness like so so desired and Deveta was ashamed to even call this mess she was his spawn.

Neoveta even failed all those who took in the words of Khalaism and failed to provide them a stable and proper leader. They were leading down a dark path and her corrupted self is all to blame for it.

Her actions, her failures; they all caused these incidents to occur and why the moon itself was destroyed. She was nothing more than a puppet, and a failure of one at that. It was all beginning to sink in and it all hurt so much.

Yet, the distant words of an old self would begin to whisper and cry into the consciousness of Neoveta:

"I don't care....about what happened before this. I can't. I don't care...about revenge. I don't care....about divinity. I'm just afraid, alone and sad. I miss Mom, I miss you and I'm frightened of seeing this family end in bloodshed. I don't want to be...lonely all by myself...so please....don't hurt me and don't hurt yourself, father. I can't take this...."

"...I just....want love."


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Perhaps in her final moments -- she did at least succeed in one thing: finding love.

Not the forced loved her enslaved mind became ensnared under for Iriko through Khala, but a genuine and sincere mutual love from the warmth of Belle's heart. She risked life and limb to save this failure of a demon; going above all Khalaist and seeing her for the person she was behind The Void, behind the mask of power and seeking out her earnest spirit. So the least Neoveta could do was repay her and make sure she made it through this.

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So, the final goal of her life: to protect her one victory -- Belle.

She needed to save her from this mess and get her away from the moon and to a safe place. That's the only instinct which kept burning through her fading conscious, rotting body and corrupted soul. Even as chunks of herself started fading into the cosmic night, that love ignited a passion within Neoveta and she would use the dying flame of her life to immortalize that love.

"Belle....I'm dying very soon. My body cannot support itself without that energy I was born with. So, I'm....sorry...for everything I got you into."

Shakey and weak, the voice of Neoveta was barely there, but she could not remain silent.

"But, I refuse to let you get caught up in this. I...will save you."

In one final burst of power, Neoveta would slowly rise to her feet, grasp on to Belle and fly at sub-sonic speeds. With the reminder of her prowess, she was determined to use all her weakened might to activate a summoning spell. Her dying act was meant to forge a portal which could transport them both to the out lands of Demon World and into an undisclosed temple of Khalaism she forged for her own solitude and meditation.

Thus, as they broke through the darkness of the vortex, the sight of Neoveta would grow blackened and her sense of touch would begin to fail her. She was going, she was going, she was going into the abyss. And -- she was scared. As the layers of her psyche started to become eaten away by the lost of her divine power, the child-like fear of death soon crept and she clenched on to Belle as tight as possible.

"I'm...dying....I'm dying. I can't see...I can't feel anything. Please, Belle, stay with me....I'm scared."

More tears were beginning to fall from the eyes of Neoveta as she tried to feel, touch and grab on to Belle's face. She wanted to hold her and never let go. The darkness was coming and her sense of sound was leaving next. Soon, portions of her brain were beginning to evaporte into the darkness and all that would be left of Neoveta in this moment is her torso, right arm and head as her body kept deteriorating.

"Please....don't go......I'll come back soon....when I wake up....please....don't....please..."

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No more words. Soon, the whole of Neoveta's body would break down and become nothing more than a sphere of white light in the bosom of Belle's chest.

This -- was the end of Neoveta's life.

A failure, scared and reduced back to a child from her divine status.