AN: Before we begin, I just want to inform everyone that Life has finally decided to throw its curve ball at me, and it's landed on the left side of my gut. So, I'll be heading off to get that checked out later today. No. I am not saying this to get out of writing for all you lovely people, or anything of the sort. I have many issues, and this one decided to bite me in the ass at the most inopportune time. Will let you guys know how it went, if it was all in my head (as most things are these days) or if it's actually serious.

As always folks, thank you for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"But... That's just... What?" One of the many and confused Immortals, Gods, and Goddesses stammered incoherently at the beginning of the Ageless's tale. For they had never heard of this side before, and was rewarded with a sneer from the God of Terra, whose lap had become empty of children the moment he began to describe the scenes of rape. Indeed, and many others had left, not at all desiring to hear the words of their God King. For he was there to tell the truth, and the truth of his past was far darker than anyone could have imagined.

"That's not," began another, as such words caused it to grip its head and scream at the wrongness it felt.

"That's not what?" asked the Kitsune, of whom chuckled once the screaming stopped, "Not the tale you've heard before? Not what you've read or were told about? No, it's not." The God's eyes glowed a fierce crimson, as a large, bound tome appeared in the air between them.

"This is the history book which can be found throughout our world, and allow my person to read an excerpt of one of the passages about the Tribunal.

"'...Thus our God King fell upon the Tribunal members of Azzarath, and did wage a swift, but terrible war. For He bore the greatest of grudges against their person, as they chose to play a pivotal role in barring our God from his desire of ruling Terra...'" This ended with a snap of the book, which vanished from sight to be deposited from whence it came.

"This is, but one of many flowered passages about my hatred for such beings. However, they never once mentioned my exploits, and when asked, do you know what they told my person? 'It was too dark for the coming generations.' Too dark? My dear audience, they believed it was 'too dark'," two claws from both paws were held up and bent downwards twice in order to express the quotations around the two words.

Of which led to a laughter erupting from his throat, and was echoed by both Brutus and Azazel, whose facial features were full of a joyous madness over such a tale. "Too dark, they said, and yet they still tried to remove my words to focus more on the light. Which you all know of, as it is taught in your primary schools' history classes. However, my dears, this darkness pales in comparison to our journey into the Abyss. Especially towards the first world. The one I destroyed in order to save a single child.

"In any case," his body slumped against the back of the throne, as the crimson glow faded into darkness, and his tone grew less crazed over the wanton destruction of his words in the past, "this tale is still full of shadows many of you will come to know if you decide to stay nearby. If you do not wish to hear the truth of my words, then leave." Lazily, he waved his right paw towards the Great Hall's doors. Which opened slowly to reveal a cloudless night's sky full of twinkling lights and five great moons.

Upon his words, a score of beings stood up and hurriedly left their God King's presence. Of which he paid little heed to, as his head was laid gently upon the knuckles of his open, right paw. When the last of these beings left, his eyes focused on the remaining individuals who shifted in their chairs, unsure of what to do.

"I assume the rest of you had decided to stay and listen to my words?" Nearly all nodded their heads, which caused the Kitsune's lips to stretch into a feral grin. "Very well," he then raised up his paws high above his head, and clapped them together. This caused a great peel of thunder to resound throughout the room. Of which caused the entirety of the plane they sat within to fall apart piece by piece until they were left in perpetual darkness.

Or rather, they would have if the bonfire sitting between their persons and the Ageless's had fallen away as well. For you see they were now within a pocket dimension situated between their plane of existence and that which is called The Void. The Void, by the by, is nothing more than pockets of chaotic space situated within the Ethereal Plane and the Abyss. Each of these have the power to transport another into a different world, or simply tear their bodies apart atom by painful atom.

However, pocket dimensions, such as the one they were now in, could be created to situate themselves outside of Time itself. Of which he explained with, "As my tale is a long one, it would have taken nearly a full moon to tell it all. Therefore, we have been transferred here in order for you to hear the whole of it.

"Ah, but do not worry," his right paw waved towards a few of the Immortals who stared about their persons with great distress, "time has merely stopped outside of this dimension, and will return once I have returned to it.

"In other words, my dear audience, you will stay until I have finished with my tale. So welcome," his endarkened arms spread outwards and up towards the infinite darkness above their heads, "welcome to our Black Parade!"

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"That was," Azazel struggled for the correct word in order to describe the scene she walked in on, but could not and simply shrugged as we walked down a long stretch of a hallway filled with a bright light the colour of freshly fallen snow.

"I've allowed my servants to voice their own suggestions for what is to be done to these Tribunal members. As oppose to just outright killing them, they will be deciding on their fates, and I shall be accommodating their desires. That is, if we have not already taken over our world of Terra." My own voice was slow, but reverberated around our persons, whilst my form slowed into my endarkened, Kitsune self as you have all come to know.

In this form, I swirled around to her front, stopping her progression towards the other end of the hallways where the Hub World of Azzarath began. It was here that I used my tails to entrap her small body, subjecting her body to a slight torture of immense softness. For although she was very much a Goddess, she was still a female and not at all immune to my tails; including to this day.

"Do you have what I, what we desire most, Azazel? Where is it?" My muzzle grew ever closer as she struggled slightly to escape the torment my tails afflicted upon her body, "Where is Terra? Where is our home?" At this time, my servants which were only my Undying Chosen and Brutus, surrounded our persons with their eyes glowing brilliant colours of violets and emeralds. Each were told to bear in mind the madness within their own selves, and to not release it until I relented. For the Madness of the Undead is a terrible curse, one that I must struggle with even after becoming an Ageless.

In any case, we had done what was asked of us. We've conquered the final world in our quest, and desired Terra immediately, not knowing how difficult such a venture will become. Indeed, and I had to release a now panting and flustered Goddess who struggled to stand after doing her best to endure such a torment as my soft tails rubbed against her body and expressed their fluffy exteriors upon her own.

"You," she shook her head, doing her best to clear her mind of the joy she felt in being embraced by my shadowed fur, "You-"

"Do you wish to be subjected to more of this torment?" Her eyes grew wide as she stepped back, and would have run from my person, escaping into the Hub World, if not for my Chosen blocking the exit with their bodies and drawn weapons which could kill Gods.

"Then," I took a step forwards, with her taking a step back with widened eyes, "Where," her body was clutched by Sia and a few of her sisters, hoisting her high for my own eyes to stare into hers, "Is. My. Terra!" Endarkened flames erupted around my person, scorching the hallway, as the Madness within leaked out enough to change my eye colour to crimson. Even my Undying gave in a little to their own madness, allowing their eyes to change colour to crimson as the flames raged around and in their bodies.

However, such flames are only meant to frighten those witnessing such a spectacle, and only harm those with a "Good" alignment upon the Morality Scale. Whereas with those considered not alive, such as inanimate objects, or the hallway we were in, the flames ate away at them. This, coupled with my eternal hatred for being torn away from our world of Terra for so long, caused the flames to continue to rage for several more heartbeats.

What caused it to cease were the simple words of, "I know where Terra is!"

Yes. These five words snuffed out the flames and quelled our madness, but did not calm us in the least. For we were impatient, and desired nothing more than to travel to our world, and purge those who did not belong. Such as the humans and their False God who was once called the 'First Son of Terra', and desired a purge of his mother, his sibling, and the rest of his clan. Why he did this is anyone's guess, but I believe this was simply to punish them for some past crime he never got over.

In any case, we pestered Azazel for details about when we could proceed towards our home, and begin the campaign in order to reclaim it all. However, what we received in answer was not at all what we desired to her. For although she had the coordinates of our home world, we could not simply charge down there with all of our might. Instead, we needed to be cautious, as the allies of the current God of Terra were many and would come to his aid if he was in the smallest of troubles.

Instead, we would need to amass a great army across the Pantheon of worlds in order to distract these allies of his whilst I and a few others journeyed to Terra in order to find a way to draw out this 'First Son'. Of which I was not at all amused in doing.

For I was to cast a grand illusion about my person which would even fool a god, but that was considerably easier than what she told my person next.