AN: Tomorrow's chapter will be another NSFW one, folks.

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

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A primal howl echoed throughout the space within the False God's white realm, of which came from himself as his gauntleted fists drove through several screens which were floating in front of his person. Each one had shown the female Vampire just before she had cast her shield magick. Of which caused the screens to become distorted to the point of becoming blank. This, of course, caused him to become frustrated enough to find some way around the barrier which hid his sight. However, the system within his space once again blared loudly as several other screens appeared showing the images of LD, RS, King Samiah, and a few other Humans being torn apart until they revealed their contained essences.

Once this came to light, he immediately released a "fail safe", as the phrase went, which caused the entirety of the world below to fade away. It also absorbed everything and anything into the whiteness, sending those who were summoned into a sort of holding place until he or another comes down to render judgment upon their persons. Unfortunately for himself, his adversary had slipped away and stole half a dozen containers full of the essences he had been in charge of since the beginning.

"Damnit," he cried out, lifting up the throne and tossing it against the wall. What followed afterwards was nothing more than a tantrum which destroyed much of what he had created within the space. This would continue until everything was broken and scattered across the space, but righted itself once he snapped his right, gauntleted fingers.

"Ugh," his voice came out as a moan, as his body settled back into the throne, "What am I going to do?"

"You can always curl up into a ball and hope for a visit from Death Herself," chimed in a voice, of which belonged to the female Dwarf who appeared before his person, "You really are as stupid as I though, Draxis."

"What do you mean?" he growled, narrowing his eyes as they shifted towards her small stature.

"You. Let. Some. Souls. Escape. Do you know how bad that is? None of the other Tutorial Worlds have let theirs escape, and yet you allowed multiple ones go." Her body stalked forwards, as she glared into the eyes of the other whilst he appeared nervous at the approach, "When God King Azazel wakes up, she's going to kill you and give ownership of the world to someone more capable than you."

"Someone like you?" His voice was small and weak at this point, whilst the Dwarf climbed atop his body to stare at the head which rested upon his lap.

"Yes," her eyes glowed with an unearthly hue, "Someone like me."

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Once we left that world through a portal of my own design, we appeared within the top of the tower of Forge. However, there was still the Human, and were choking on the silver-coloured air within the space. For you see, my dear audience, the air is saturated with my own energy, as such it is full of chaos and Madness. This, in turn, is poison to anyone who is still mortal, and will kill them within a few heartbeats. Yes. I knew they were there, and flung a barrier around the collective space which shielded them from the poisons. Unfortunately for themselves, they will not leave that space until I deem it necessary.

Stalking towards their persons, I found all of them glaring down at my child-like self. Of which they each demanded their release, to which I replied with, "The air you were breathing before being place within this barrier is deadly to you. Therefore, I can release you from here, but you will die soon afterwards."

This new development caused each of them to fall silent whilst I continued with, "Are any of you from the world called Earth?" To this, only one nodded whilst the rest shook their heads with confused looks, "If you have a recording device, I suggest you use it and spread it throughout your world."

"Why?" This query came from one of the females, "And why are you doing this? Such a cute little girl shouldn-"

"A 'girl' am I?" My voice chuckled as a vortex of silvered mists swirled about my person, of which removed my clothing. One of the females gasped, whilst the pair moved to block out my body as it distended and grew into my skeletal self. "I have never been a 'girl' since the time of my creation, little Human." My voice, robust and deep, echoed throughout the space which caused one of the two remaining males to collapse in a dead faint. Whereas the remaining three simply shivered as they stared upon my visage, whilst I pulled up the small cube containing the essences of some unknown individuals.

"Hmm," my voice hummed throughout the air after making sure the one from Earth, who was one of the females, was recording my dealings with the cube. As to why I desired this to be so? Well, I had learned a disturbing truth from the history of our world, and one I desired evidence to contradict it. However, in the back of my mind I knew it was true.

"What are you?" My voice rumbled softly, "Who are you? Speak now. For I desire it so." Just as this was spoken, another of my portals opened up to reveal Brutus and a small cadre of skeletal Undying stepping through. "Ah, Brutus, just who I desire to see."

"Yes, My Lord High God?" His own voice, which began as cheerful as possible for an Undead, grew sour once his eyes fell upon the Humans behind a barrier. "Are these for me, My Lord God?"

Turning slightly to regard the Humans, my shoulders shrugged slowly and held up the cubes, "Perhaps, but right now I desire your expertise."

"Oh? And what shall I do with them?" he asked as the cubes were given to his person.

"Make them talk so that we may here why they are within that state. For although their essences have been contained, they cannot lie to a Lich King of the Spirit." Mentally, I grinned, for the Humans behind the barrier gasped in surprise at hearing such an entity existing, as they are often times hunted down before they had a chance to become crowned.

"Of course, My Lord God," gingerly, he held them all together, feeding the cube his energy in order to bind them to himself, of which would then cause it to obey his every whim. No. I will not tell you the process in which I saw, but know that it took quite some time for his person to bypass the structure. Of which caused him to ask for my own assistance in penetrating it.

When it was finished, however, he bade the first to speak its name, "I... do... not... remember," it began slowly, but picked up its pace after a few moments, "but I am... not of Terra. My world... is... I do not... remember..."

"What do you remember?" I asked slowly, dreading the answer whilst hoping it was false.

"I... died upon... Terra from a... sword. I... desired... to go to... Paradise, but... was pulled into... here. There were voices, so many voices. Each said it was a... prison? When someone... dies... they are trapped upon... Terra. We... serve them, become anything they... desire.

"They hope for more... We hope for release... I wish to die. I wish to die. I wish to die... Please... Just let me... die..."

"My Lord God?" called out Brutus, whose metallic skull was cocked towards his right shoulder. Whereupon he did glance towards my person just as the cube grew silent, and my body shook with barely contained rage.

"I had learned a horrifying truth, Brutus, from gaining the memories of Azazel. It spoke of how that world, our world, became a prison planet for undesirables, those who transgress within the hierarchy of the Azzarathean Pantheon, and those who die upon Terra. I had hoped, Brutus, that this was all false. That our world used to be this way, but no longer. Unfortunately, reality is a harsh mistress.

"Therefore, Brutus, my Lich King of the Spirit," my voice echoed throughout the space, becoming hauntingly sorrowful as a great multitude of portals erupted around my person. Of which summoned my Undying, my servants, and the alliances I had forged within our time in the Abyss. "Therefore, we shall begin a true war with the False God. So begin the preparations, my allies, my servants... my family. For tomorrow, we march to war."

This statement was met with cheers and raised weapons, as I summoned up a multitude of spaces and structures for each of them to prepare. Each of them designed specifically for wars and battles, whereas the Humans stared as creatures both great and small stampeded in all direction, never giving them a second glance. However, I did, and transformed my body into my Kobold self, which caused them all to shake nervously as a silver coloured spell circle erupted around their persons.

"Did you record all of that?" This was directed towards the group, as I did not care who it was that recorded such a thing. In which case, each of them nodded which led to my person mimicking them. "Very well, then know this. Those who choose to fight for the Azzarathean Pantheon will die by tomorrow, but those who choose to come to my side will live.

"Once we have our world of Terra, I shall invite all who chose my side of this war to my world. Whereupon they shall gain residence and freedoms, so long as they abide by rules. One such freedom is to traverse the worlds under my control, such as the Dungeon Planet known as Forge. You should know this one from the stills and recordings many had created, as well as the intense screenings required.

"Those who are under my person will have unmitigated access to such worlds, but now I shall send you away with a single note: All Humans will die by tomorrow. So if you wish to survive, then do not stay as one, and join my side."