AN: Here it is, folks, the last NSFW chapter of the trilogy.

As per usual, 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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The moment we entered the space that was the Azzarathean Pantheon's territory, myself, Sarah, Azazel number two, and Beelzebub entered the Ethereal Void Space. These were used primarily as a way for diplomats of other systems and deities to come and discuss alliances or treaties of some sort. However, at that time, it was being used as a battleground for the varying scavengers who desired the weakened worlds. In that there was a line with beings desiring to challenge for this or that, and we were the last.

Or, rather, we were. For I had taken it upon my person to stride forward with everyone behind my person. Though there were a few who dared to stand in our way, they soon perished under my strength or knocked farther away than where they so desired to be.

However, there were three who grew bold, and tried to manhandle my wife and the girl-child Azazel. These beings who dared to try were those with more muscles than sense, not to mention they were Human. Of course, they simply grinned down upon my Kitsune self as though it was their right to do so, and would ravage that which I held dear. Not to mention the child next to us would be targeted, and I could not allow such a thing.

"You dare," my voice thundered throughout the entirety of the space as my body stretched and distended until I became my skeletal self full of endarkened shadows and the colours of chaos, "You dare to target what is mine? >!" A bolt of energy with the colours of the Madness erupted from my primary, right clawed hand and struck the first of the trio. This then pierced its body, and lanced through a pair within a crowd that had gathered.

No. This did not slay their persons, but it was enough to knock them down upon their backs whilst they struggled to not cry out. For within my energies was an enmity for all that was not part of my family. One, in which, grew into a more tangible form, and caused the targets a great amount of pain whilst it ate away at their energies, mana, and strength.

"You bastard," growled one of the remaining Humans, and lifted up a great maul in order to strike it against my side, but was unable to do so due to the fact that something was keeping it in place within the air. No. It was not moveable, which caused this Human great despair as I turned my attention towards his person, and enacted something which you will never be able to achieve.

">," I intoned, which roughly translates to "Dawn of The Fallen God". Yes. This is one of the many plethora of forbidden spells which are deemed too chaotic, impossible, or simply world ending for those of whom would care to try and cast such spells. This one, however, became a favourite of mine long ago, and was used to crack open the core of the world of Lavara which allowed my person to destroy it utterly.

This one creates a myriad of beautiful lights which cascade out of my person and into the surrounding. Of course, Beelzebub noticed the spell for what it truly was, and summoned up a greatly endarkened dome which erupted around his person, and those that journeyed with us. For he had long ago witnessed why it was that I enjoyed this forbidden spell the most. In that its destructive nature is an absolution for one who holds the Gift of Absolute Power.

All eyes had turned towards the myriad of lights at this point, as did my own. However, as I was its original caster, I would become immune to the effects of what next came. For you see, my dear audience, this spell forces everyone trapped within its gaze to experience all manner of emotions whist gathering up that which made it into a forbidden spell in the first place.

The first emotion they experienced was a joy so great, that all were laughing uproariously. To the point that they all had tears, of some sort of liquid, streaming down their faces. All to the point that their own blood replaced said tears. Which soon transferred into a sorrow so great that only a few died on the spot due to a broken heart.

You may ask how this is possible, and I shall only tell you all that this spell focuses on emotions. Causing the viewing parties to experience such a thing to a far greater degree until something within them either snaps, or they die. Sorrow is one such emotion which can kill those who are forced to endure such a great amount of the emotion, and yes, you can die from a broken heart.

In this case, however, those that did not die immediately, had to endure the pains from the images that assaulted their minds. Such as a loved one perishing to a foe that cannot be beaten; their world burning all around their persons and are helpless to stop it; everything that they cherished simply removed from their lives. All of this, and so much more did they endure to the point that they each wept rivers of their own blood.

Yes. The next emotion which came was wrath, in that they turned upon each other with great ferocity. Weapons rose and fell as screechings, battle cries, and all manner of whoops and hollers rose up into the air around us whilst the multitude of creatures around my person fought against their brother, sister, father, mother, loved one, and neighbour as though they were a much hated enemy. What is more, many of them had taken it upon themselves to perform sexual abuse with one another as their victims slit their attackers' throats or plunged their own weapons into the chests in order to remove the beating hearts.

All of this and more was witnessed by my eyes, as they did stare upon the scene whilst my mental self did grin a feral grin. This was then transferred into a great laughter as the blood of all around my person flowed greatly beneath my clawed feet. Though, of course, I made sure that Beelzebub's shield did not have any holes in it, as the next portion of the spell has been known to pierce even a God's Divine Shield.

For it was grief that came next, along with it was the memories of what the survivors had performed during the last session. Yes. There were many who howled and screamed as they noted that everything around their person was real, and not some form of a nightmare. More of this came from those that were a family of some sort, as they were even foolish enough to bring their own children. One of these groups had a small, boy-child that appeared to be part snake, part Orc, had been swallowed whole, but ate his own way out of the abdomen of the one who swallowed his person. Unfortunately, another being had shove a spear through the being's gut just as the child's head erupted in the space.

Another was of what appeared to be a father-type figure, and had used his own member to slay the rest of his family by piercing that which was betwixt their legs, or their rear ends, and pull their bodies apart during such a session. That one, once the grief set in, took out his own weapon, a curved dagger which appeared to be more like a claw from a raptor than anything else, and slit his own throat. It perplexed my person at the time, but it was quite understandable that one would desire to end one's own life after everything that had occurred.

Well, after grief came a black depression so great, that those which remained were forced to end their own lives even if they did not wish to do so. Yes. All were made to perish by the spell of beautiful lights. In that it simply dominated their minds in such a manner that they believed every little lie it spoke of. Such as the deaths of those around their persons was somehow their own fault, they're not loved enough, or even simply driving them to madness by taking their own memories of their loved ones in order to have them die.

No matter what the spell did to their persons, they all died in the end. Which brought about the second portion of the spell. One that wove binding runes, spell circles, and sigils all across the surfaces of their magickal cores. All of this was then transferred over to my person, whereupon I gained control over their everything, and can do as I so wish with them.

At this point, you may be wondering how this is at all possible, if everyone around my person, who was not heavily shielded by Beelzebub, was dead. Well, that's the beauty of it all. For you see, my title of being a Lord of Chaos is not just for show. For I am the Lord of Chaotic Mana and Illusions. Therefore, everything was simply an illusion which allowed my person to dominate everyone's entire being by breaking them all. Yes. Once the spell was dissipated, all became as it once was with one exception.

The being that was struck by my Arc of Mana was still quite dead.