Krystal the fox demi

From the north, squads of Robots spread out. Their task was simple: investigate the origin of the Lua storm and report back. Along with recording the damage or effects it gave to other regions. The orange lighted biografts swarmed areas that had been hit by the storms, collecting samples of the crystals they found and recording energy readings from the air and surrounding areas. The ones sent to Lost Temple stumbled onto a landscape that was no longer barren, but filled with life and plants. The oasises stretched out far into the desert. Water and plant samples read to be filled with Lua and healing energy. This region was steeped in the Lua.

Subspace was watching the feeds to all the biograft squads. His single eye scanned across each screen before focusing on the miraculous revitalization of the desert. The lost Temple had never been so beautiful as long as he known it. Although he was used to the white cold of the tundra and the red leafed trees that surrounded his home. Whatever caused this, he would find. Although when watching the healing of the other regions, he began to wonder if this energy could cure him of his rot. He breathed out a mist of raspberry pink toxin, a side effect of his condition. The scientist urged the Lost Temple exploration squad to continue on while gathering information. His single eye closed and opened again with periodic naps while watching the feeds and doing his job. One of the biograft feeds on the other screen caught sight of a golden horned inphernal before they disappeared when the biograft passed the crystal they stood beside. It was so fast that subspace would not notice it until the administration reviewed the footage.

A figure walked through the streets of Crossroads. He was glad that nobody paid him any mind as he did. The figure remembered that he needed to get himself a weapon, since the demons of the inpherno were violent creatures. He found a shop that sold weapons and walked to the counter. The older inphernal sitting by the counter looked up to the customer. "How can I help you today?," Zuka asked to the customer. The four horned being before him smiled widely. Zuka felt like this inphernal before him was off. He was taller than most inphernals and had an unnerving smile on him. Those eyes that peered from the shadow of his hood gleamed gold. "I am looking for a fine weapon to take with me as I explore.," The customer said, "A sword, preferably. Money is not an issue." Zuka felt a chill as the customer said 'sword'. Rocket looked over at the customer and looked away before sneering. He was so tall and intimidating. Like when he first saw Venomshank. The grey horned inphernal motioned the customer to follow him into the shop warehouse itself to take a look.

"Most reach for firearms, so I don't have a large selection of blades.," Zuka said, "But what I do have, they are quality." The figure looked at the blades. The former soldier knew that the gaze of his customer was calculating and knew what he was doing. Like this inphernal had been dealing with swords and weapons for years far beyond his apparent age. The figure finally picked up a sword and touched the blade. "This one. It calls to me.," The golden horned one stared. Zuka was a little surprised by the selection, "That one is the highest possible quality without being a gear. It will be over ten thousand bux."

The Golden horned inphernal reached into his robes and produced a stack of Bux for Zuka. The shopkeeper counted it and looked up to his customer, "This is two thousand over." "That's for the sheath I want to purchase as well.," the customer stated and pointed to a plain looking but very sturdy cover for the sword. "That's still more than enough.," Zuka said, wanting to be honest in case this was a scam. To be honest, he was getting unnerved by his guest. Those horns were not a natural color or structure. Those eyes were wrong. This inphernal felt like it should not exist. "Then consider it a gift for getting along with my creations.," the customer said. Zuka turned to get a bag for the customer, but when he turned back. The figure was gone. Just a small pile of money was left in the top jar. All of large bills.

The soldier did not argue with the amount of money that he was given, but he was more unsettled by the one who gave it to him. That smile. It reminded him of Darkheart's. Those robes had a sun pattern on them that looked familiar. A pattern he had not seen since he was spawned. "Who the hell was that?," Rocket asked with a shudder, "Didn't like them at all." "I don't know.," Zuka replied, "And I have a feeling that I don't want to."

You were laid on the bed next to your Mama. She watched your face for indications of you waking up and rejoining her in the church. Your mind however, was somewhere else entirely. It was like you were underwater, yet high in the clouds. A realm of contradiction yet held beauty. You felt like you were floating on the surface of water, but surrounded by grass and plants. The shapes of fish and birds float overhead as you look into the bright sky. All you can do is try and stand up to walk around. To see where you were. It was so bright yet so dark. You could hear something in the distance. The sounds were beckoning you to come closer. You saw lights over a nearby hill and followed it. Music and laughter came from there.

Your small feet carried you through grass so thick it could have been jelly. Colorful fish rushed by you like butterflies in a garden. You crossed over the hill to see your friends. They were all having a party together. "Lualight!," You heard sword shout to you when he saw you,"Come on, you were about to miss the games!" Your face lit up in a smile. There were games and music, all of your friends were together here. They were talking and having fun. You ran as fast as you can to the group to not miss out on the fun.

Your mother was smiling along with your father, talking to Venomshank as Rocket and a Blue horned Zuka was grilling. Darkheart seemed to be trying to catch the fish in the air. Sword was waiting for you to join in a game with him and traffic. Everyone was here. Everyone was happy. You didn't remember helping to plan this party, but you hoped that this day didn't end too fast.

Scythe felt a warmth in the pendant she wore, she looked at you to see if you were waking. You were not. It seemed like you were having a very good dream though. She brushed your hair out of your face before looking up to a knock on her door. Medkit was in the door. "You need to sleep and eat something.," He said. Scythe looked back to you, "What if she wakes up and I ain't there?" "I don't know.," Medkit said, "But you will not be able to take care of her if you neglect yourself. Take a break, I will watch her for a while. Then Crossbow can after that." Scythe huffed, but understood. It was almost morning. She had not eaten or slept since the previous day. She hadn't drank anything. All her focus was on you and caring for you. She had been carefully cleaning your skin and brushing your hair. Making sure your body remained healthy.

Medkit sat beside you before Scythe left. The teal horned doctor sighed and reached out to hold your hand. You didn't grip his hand in your little fingers like you usually did. He had felt the warmth from you before. You were dreaming as your brain and body healed. "How long will you be like this?," He asked, "A few days? A few weeks?' He began to move your little legs and arms for you. "I'll have to make something to feed you if you stay asleep to long. I will not let you starve.," The doctor told your sleeping body. He held your soft little hand as he sat with you. His larger and rough hand carefully held yours as he felt your pulse through your skin.

"Sword is worried about you.," He found himself telling you, "He asked about you." Medkit looked at the crystals that still covered your hair. The growths that covered your body like thin armor. He began to pick them off carefully, gathering them in a small container for study or disposal. He looked to the clock in the nightstand and saw it was already past dawn. He had been working for almost a full twenty four hours. He still didn't feel tired. Your crystals must still be healing him. Medkit felt something fall on his head and hit the floor. The doctor looked behind him to a newly made crystal on the ground. He picked it up and felt the warmth from it. You must have been dreaming something nice to make a crystal that nice. Medkit kept staying with you until your mama came back to rest beside you.

Sword got up after resting in Zuka's apartment. He had been knocked out after being healed by Medkit. The exhaustion from whatever happened wiped his energy out. He gasped as he stood, feeling a sharp pain has his horns prickled from the healing. He walked out and went to say goodbye to Rocket before he headed home. Rocket was looking at a top jar filled with large bills. "That's a lot of Bux.," Sword said, "Did you get a rush?" "No, that's all from one guy.," Rocket replied, "That asshole creeped me out, though. He was as tall as if not taller than your mentor." Sword tilted his head. Was this customer perhaps related to Venom? "What did he look like?," Sword asked. "Uh. He was covered in strange robes and a hood. The robes had writing I can't read on it... oh! And a sun shaped symbol!," Rocket said, "The horns were kind of golden colored and his face was covered by his hood. Except for his smile. It was a creepy smile." Rocket shuddered.

Zuka leaned back after seeing Sword up. "Going back?," He asked. Sword gave him a nod. "Just be careful.," The older inphernal said and waved his only hand. Sword walked out of the shop and into the streets. He saw the devastation caused by the storm. He kept walking, his boots colliding with the pavement. The red horned inphernal remembered how bad he felt during the storm and rushed home. If he had felt it, then his mentor did as well. He had to make sure that his guardian was okay. The young warrior ran towards home, only stopping after catching a glint of gold from an alley. He saw a tall inphernal down that alley. He went back and saw that the inphernal was gone.

There was nowhere for the strange figure to go... He pushed the thought back and returned to running back home. He entered his home and looked for his mentor. Sword found the taller being on the large couch, asleep. He seemed to be resting peacefully. Sword felt relief for his mentor's safety. He saw Venomshank's chest rise and fall with his breathing. He felt the familiar weight of Sisyphus land on him and gave the bird a small pat. "I'm glad you two are okay.," Sword said to the bird and walked up to his room. He stopped and looked at the closed door to the room that was going to be yours. His hand let go of the handle of his door and opened the door to your room. Sword's eyes widened as he stepped in. The crystals you put all over your room had grew from the storm. The sunlight that came through the window hit the crystals, refracting colors and light around the room.

Sword was in awe of the beauty that your crystals had made. He had a small wish that you were still there. That when he opened the door, he would find you smiling up at him. Or helping to train you with how to fight again. Your opened closet still had the clothes you had bought with your own money. He wondered how much more you would try to decorate this empty room if you came back. He saw the large round crystal below the poster of the idol duo you seemed to like. The round gem seemed to call for him to touch it. Sword did not resist, reaching out to touch the gemstone that radiated power and heat. He could hear your joyful laughing from it after touching it. He picked it up and hugged it, feeling it was the closest thing he had to you at the moment. The warmth and heartbeat from it felt like you. He wished that you could feel this embrace.

Deep in the desert, Orange lighted robots kept trodding forward. Their mechanical pace was unimpeded. The Biografts kept marching forward, following the traces of the fading Lua to the origin of the storm. The metal beasts kept marching, further and further into the desert. Their blades became stained with the blood of wildlife and the saps of plants. Their metal feet, muddied by the oasis they tread. The robots stopped before the flames of the old city ruins. The flames were now mixed with the shards of the crystals. Subspace sent the order for the biografts to find a way through the fires, or to go around. Crossbow was perched on a ridge above. She had been looking for more food, but was also looking for your lost doll. Her single eye watched the robots, aware of what they were and who had made them. After all, any enemy to the doc was one of hers as well. She watched the robots try to find ways around the flames of the former king. She wanted to use her gear to push them into the flames so they all would burn, but no.. She had none of that. No great power that would get rid of these invaders.

She just needed to return to the church and tell the Father what she had seen. Crossbow Stood and mounted her vulture. She at least hoped the flowers she had found would be nice to decorate your sleeping body with. She had been wanting to try braiding flowers into your hair for a while now. Her Vulture flew her back to the Church. Crossbow first went to the Father to tell him what she had seen before finding you. When she did find you, she also found her boss next to you. Scythe was asleep. Her non-mechanical arm was over you as a way to protect you, but also to keep in physical contact with you. "I guess I can just leave these in a vase then.," Crossbow smiled before placing the flowers in a vase she found in the ruins. A vase she had given to you. The leader of the scouts left the two of you to sleep. Her boss needed it after what happened.

Crossbow found Medkit taking a break by sitting in the courtyard and looking out at the changed landscape. She sat beside him to look out as well. "Hey doc.," she greeted without getting a response, "Hope you don't mind company." Medkit didn't argue, but seemed to be ignoring her. She took that as a bit of a challenge. "The landscape is a lot more beautiful now.," Cross kept talking, "It's even attracting attention from other regions." That got some reaction out of him, as she saw his head move a little. Like he was only somewhat listening. "Yeah, saw some of those robot things from that Blackrock place you told us about.," Crossbow continued, "Wanted to Ambush 'em, but I didn't have my team... So.. I just came back." There it was, full attention. But, it was more like horror on the Doc's face.

Medkit knew that the weather phenomenon would gain attention, but did not expect his old enemy to react to it, If at all. Subspace was only one to react to something if it would serve to further his work or his ego. If he did react to the storm it had to be from the amount of power it had, or... From the pure Lua energy that had been the creation catalyst of the storm itself. The teal horned doctor felt like you would be in further danger if you were found out by his old enemy. You were in safer hands here, but would be safest away from here. Perhaps, the safest place would be if he returned you to Sword and his mentor. Crossbow watched Medkit's face and reactions, she watched his eye move as he thought about things. This news she gave him made him quite entertaining to watch. Whatever he was thinking about, his eye seems to be both focused and a little more frantic than usual. Whatever it was, she was having a little fun. "I'm just mad that I didn't find the doll that Lualight dropped.," she said, "Either someone else picked it up or it was blown away by the storm. Maybe I can ask Dolly to make her a new one." Medkit was not listening again. He was still in his own thoughts. Crossbow just shrugged her shoulders and took out her canteen before taking a long drink.

She held it out to Medkit. "I am still working.," he said, "I can not have alcohol." "It's not liquor.," Crossbow retorted, "It's a juice and calorie mix Chainsaw made. You haven't eaten anything yet, take some." Medkit cautiously took it and gave it a smell, it did smell like fruit juice, along with some other smells. Protein powder, maybe some powdered vegetables? He took a just as cautious swig. It tasted fine at first, then the bitter hit him. He choked. Crossbow patted his back. "Yeah, the herbs hit you hard when you are not used to them. Don't worry, those are the vine cactus blooms.," Crossbow laughed, "Lua made the same face when she tried a bit." The broken horned inphernal leaned back on the grass and looked to the colorful shining crystals that littered the landscape.

"She's come a long way from that skinny little newspawn we found in the desert. How much the church was able to build and grow because of her.," Crossbow rambled, "I just want her to come out of this alright." She didn't look at Medkit while she talked, only at the crystal that she reached out and touched. "Breaks my heart that her parents had to die in the desert like that."

It had been hours after Scythe had retrieved you. You had not roused yet. She kept holding you. Not letting you go for anything. Even as the thin and sharp crystals that covered you like armor tore at her skin, she refused to let you go. Your body was not as warm as it usually was. Your breathing and heartbeat was weak. You were weak. The Father himself came to see Scythe and you. She answered his questions the best she could, but she could not know what exactly was going through your mind during your outburst. The Father was at least pleased that you were no longer in any danger and settled down. However, his previous hopes of you coming back to your sense were dashed when Scythe mentioned that you were not waking up. Along with being seemingly poisoned by Venomshank. Father Overseer ordered for whatever able bodied scouts to go retrieve Medkit and see just how far the storm had reached. He reached out to touch your head, only to get a spark of lua to his clawed fingers. He retreated his arm back from the sudden surge of pain. He allowed Scythe to keep holding you as there was other things to do in the church. The repairs that needed to be done because of your power. Your mama nuzzled your cheek, hoping that you could still feel her.

Medkit was still curled on his floor. Even with the storm over, it was hard to move with the crystals that had grown around him. Grown out from the blood he spat. A knock at his door was followed by the rattle of the lock and opening. His landlady, Shotgun, had came in to check him after hearing about his screaming. She saw him surrounded by crystals and his own blood and bile. The landlady helped to break the crystals off of him and get him up before asking if he was hurt in any way. He responded that he was not injured, while still leaking crystals from his formerly empty eyesocket. She pointed it out to him and he used a small mirror in his desk to look at the odd growth. "Strange things have happened all over crossroads, Medkit.," Shotgun told him, "I've been getting calls asking if you are available for healing. I can tell them you are not if you do not want to." Medkit took some pliers and pulled the crystal clump out of his eyesocket, dripping his own blood as he did. He healed the wound using his own gear and stitched the eye back closed. "I... Want to.," He gasped, "I am needed." "I'm not one to stand in your way, but maybe you should take some time to get yourself healed first.," Shotgun said while chewing on her toothpick.

She did not stop Medkit as he summoned his gear and put his revolver in the holster on his hip. She could see that his single eye had a somewhat worried expression. Like he knew what caused everything that happened. Shotgun, however, did not ask. She did not care enough it. She just stopped him and pointed to the dirtied carpet. "I will get that cleaned.," Medkit said. She put a new toothpick in her mouth, "You better. This stress you put me under may make me start smoking again." She took a sideways glance at the crystals on the carpet, they had turned from an inky color to a clear and light blue. She thought It sort of resembled the crystals of that the newspawn Medkit had with him for a while. What was her name again? Shotgun left her tenent as he left to go look for those who needed assistance.

Medkit made his way through Crossroads, the cleanup effort had already started with inphernals trying to break the crystals. He stopped when he saw the crystal spark. "Get away from that!," He shouted. His warning was not too late as the inphernals backed away just as the crystal burst, throwing shrapnel like shards in many directions. He was able to heal the ones who were hit before moving on and telling them to spread the word to not mess with the crystals. As he continued on, he saw more and more damage and devistation. All caused by a tiny creature. If what the Father said was true, that you were a god and one of the creator race, then what other horrific power did you hide inside your tiny body? Medkit kept traveling on, stopping at those who needed him. He passed by an inphernal with four horns admiring the crystal. The hooded figure had an unusual smile on thier face as they looked at the crystals. Something about the smile was unsettling as Medkit passed. The figure was not acknowledged by anyone else, like they did not exist. As soon as Medkit turned, the inphernal disappeared. He did know that the strange inphernal had given him a glance, mostly to the crystal that he wore and the crystal suspended between his horns.

Medkit brushed off the strange encounter to make his way to Zuka's shop. If what happened to him was any indication of their health, he needed to get to Sword and Rocket. He was panting by the time he got to the shop. Surrounding buildings and shop owners were helping each other with rebuilding and repairs. Medkit saw zuka handing supplies to another shop owner when he walked up. "Zuka, Where is Sword and Rocket?," Medkit asked the Grey horned inphernal. The grey horned former soldier beckoned the doctor to follow and led him to the apartment. Both of the young inphernals inside looked terrible. Sword's horns were covered in crackling crystals and his dominant hand had crystals growing from his arm. He looked weakened from the flood of pain. Rocket was no better. His limbs were covered in those crystals too. Both looked like they were not able to rest at all. Sword saw his friend and reached towards him. "Medkit..," He said weakly, trying to speak. Medkit took his hand, "Dont talk right now sword. Your body is still being affected."

The teal horned doctor carefully used his tools to excise the crystals from the horns of his younger friend and heal whatever wounds he had. The crystals were not the same as the ones in the streets. These did not burst or shake violently. It was like they were docile. "Medkit. I can't hear her.," Sword said while clutching the crystal pendant, "She stopped crying, but she stopped everything else." The teal horned doctor tried not to react, to keep his Friend from reaching into dispair. Yet he was worried for you as well. He had felt when you went quiet too, when the storm stopped. He would be called back to the church to look at injuries more than likely. He would just have to quickly work for the inhabitants of Crossroads before he was summoned. He turned to Rocket after healing Sword. He was thankful that Rocket did not have any physical injuries. However, seeing what your power did to the crystal powered prosthetics, He realized you were not just able to affect the holders of your crystals. You affected anything that was an energy based crystal. Medkit remembered his inventions at Blackrock, The energy crystal that would power most of the machinery. A crystal he based on the stories of Lua and the energy of the spawn wells. If you were able to do this to Rocket's limbs... You may have shut down Blackrock itself for a week or so. Perhaps even longer If your energy was concentrated by the tundra and mountains surrounding the compound.

He worked silently as he removed the excess crystals, cleaning them to reveal the real one underneath. Medkit rewired the limb to how Rocket needed it. The explosive geared young inphernal watched him. He saw his older friend's expression. There was a lot on the mind of the doctor. "Medkit. Do you know what happened?," Rocket asked bluntly, "Does it have to do with Lualight?" Medkit sighed, "Yes. It was Lualight. I fear that it was not just Crossroads that was hit. Every region was affected by this event." "Is she okay?," The weakened voice of Sword asked. Medkit did not know what to tell him. He did not know if you were. The sudden appearance of the storm and the sheer power it had, along with the sheer pain that they all felt, something had to have happened.

The teal horned inphernal kept working on Rocket's limbs, finishing quickly and letting the younger inphernal test the movement out. Luckily, the crystal growth did not damage any of the internal mechanisms of the limbs. He got up to leave but stopped. "I'm going to help the other injured.," Medkit said, "Please rest." Th doctor left his younger friends to keep looking for injured to help. He was able to find many who were in need of assistance. From some inphernals caught in a diner to the ones in the library. Some had minor scratches, others had severe injury. It was tiring and difficult to get them all. But, he found himself regaining the energy he used quickly. He then understood. Your crystals that were still embedded in his body, on the areas he could not get to, they were healing him.

Even through your own pain, you still had kindness. The crystals in the streets were slowly disappearing. Like cotton candy in water. It was still not fast enough for some who tried to forcefully remove them and get struck with the shrapnel as a result. Medkit felt someone following him after he healed most in the business district. A heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. "The Father requests your presence.," He heard the familiar voice of Chainsaw speak. He turned to see the inphernal behind him. The crystalline brooch he wore had grown out of control, stabbing into his shoulder and chest. His broken horn had shards of sharp crystals peeking from the holes and the missing portion. Medkit could not help but wonder how he was not going mad with pain. Did he also have something wrong with him like Broker, or were the crystals keeping his nerves dulled enough to not feel the damage that was done to him.

Medkit was about to heal him when Chainsaw stopped him. "Not yet," Chainsaw said, "someone else needs you first." The inphernal led the doctor to where he landed his Vulture. The bird was covered in small scratches and scars. It looked at Medkit curiously before bowing to allow the two on its back. After lifting off, Medkit could see the true scale of the damage from the storm. Broken structures and large pillars of crystal littered crossroads. The tower itself was covered in crystals, like a rock with coral. The sun glinted off the crystals, making the scenery sparkle below. If there had not been a storm, this phenomenon of growth would have been seen as wondrous or even beautiful. The two rode on the bird, the expanse of sands and wastes below them stretched. The landscape itself changed because of the storm. Lower areas had accumulated rainwater and turned into many shimmering oasis. The plants around the waters seemed to respond to the power of the crystals and had grown quickly.

Healing plants and edible foliage had spring up in a previously deserted area. It was beautiful. "She still has kindness, even when she is in pain.," Medkit said aloud. He didn't realize he did until Chainsaw laughed. "She's better than us in many ways, other than combat.," The Scout said and urged his vulture to catch a wind current to glide on. Lost Temple had been changed by your hand. The new beauty stretched before Medkit. He leaned over to get a better look, prompting Chainsaw to grab his collar. "Don't fall doc.," The scout huffed, "She still needs you." Something from that mere sentence made him go cold. What could have happened for you to need him? The church appeared in the distance. The structure was covered in large crystals that shone with many colors.

He was allowed to dismount when the bird landed, he hurriedly entered and followed the directions to Scythe's room. He stopped in the doorway as soon as he got there. Scythe was holding you with a tenderness he had never seen from her before. At that moment, she was not the enforcer of the church or the most wanted, she was a mother. Even with her prosthetic arm out of order, she was still holding you close to herself and nuzzling your scalp. As Medkit got closer, he saw some tears had fallen onto your face from her crying at not being able to wake you. "She's not waking up, 'kit.," Scythe's voice was the softest he has ever heard it. "I will not be able to examine her if you are holding her," Medkit said as he tried to take you from your Mama's arms. She pulled back immediately and let out a low growl, "I ain't letting her go again." Medkit didn't argue, he was being paid just to be a doctor for them. But he did feel concern about you. You had not moved or made a sound. Your pulse was weak and breathing was slow and gasping.

Medkit checked your eyes, your pupils did not respond to light. You didn't respond to anything, yet you were still alive. "What is it, 'kit?," Scythe asked. Medkit made an annoyed sigh. He was already counting up everything he needed to treat you. "Coma. Her own system collapsed under the weight of her power.," Medkit explained, "But it is treatable. She will have to be cared for daily, letting her recover slowly." Scythe pulled you back close to her after Medkit was finished with the examination. He started to work on her arm. He noted that she had shed most of her usual equipment and attire, letting your face rest on her bare chest. Her single real eye kept looking down at you with a mix of worry and affection. If Medkit could describe Scythe at that moment, it would be a broody bird. Like how her vulture becomes in the spring.

Medkit worked on the prosthetic arm before he started to heal Scythe. The amount of injuries she had was extensive. She had fought through the storm to get to you and it showed. "How long?," Scythe asked. Medkit hummed questioningly as he looked up at his superior. "How long will it take to wake 'er up?, Scythe repeated. The teal horned doctor didn't know the answer. You could be out for days, months or even years. They would just have to wait and see. But he could still feel the trickle of Lua coming from your body. He saw it slowly healing scythe as she held you. He wondered how it would act now that you were not consciously using it. He heard a sound and looked back to see some members looking in. Newspawn and older inphernals both checking in on Lualight. They must have heard that she was not conscious and came to see for themselves. That or were waiting for their turn to be healed by Medkit. After he finished healing her, Medkit looked at you and Scythe once more. "How did you even break through the storm?," He asked.

Scythe paused, not even wanting to answer. She glared at the others who were peeking in, making them scatter like bugs. Only after did they leave she replied, "It wasn't me. It was Venomshank." Medkit saw the faint toxic green saliva that stained your dress. You'd need to be changed and that dress burned. Medkit wiped your skin of the green residue, disinfecting the area as well. You were resisting the saliva, he wondered if you would be immune to the rot. You looked peaceful. Medkit was a little unnerved by you not being awake and smiling at him as you usually did. He sort of missed how you were previously. Medkit would not admit it, but he liked when he was watching you and teaching you. You were curious and seemed to enjoy being taught by him. Even if you were a bit troublesome to watch.

After he finished healing and talking to Scythe, he was pulled away to the others in the church. He listened to the gossip of the members, each telling about what they experienced during the storm. Each was a familiar story. Sharp pains in the horns. Those with prosthetics had crystals grow out of them. Those with pendants and brooches made from your crystals could hear your screams and crying. All of them felt your sorrow and pain. Some members were annoyed by your outburst. Others, like the scouts who found you originally and had dedicated a lot of time to play with you, felt empathetic to your sorrow and wanted you to be happy again. The most devoted wanted to hunt down whoever had set you off. Medkit had to sit those down and treat them so they didn't hurt themselves. During all of this, he remembered what Scythe said. Venomshank had broken through the storm to save you. Why would one of the swords go out of his way to do that? He remembered also what you had told him before, that Darkheart had helped you. The idea that the swords knew about you and your power scratched at his mind.

Venomshank gasped as he was healed by Darkheart, using one of the crystals you had left in his home. The healing felt great, but the sharp pain of his ribs reconnecting was still there. Darkheart hummed as he set the crystal down. "So then. How was the storm?," He asked with his head resting on his palm. Venomshank felt his chest for any more injuries before answering, "Almost as strong as what He could do." Darkheart's grin moved a little as he laughed, "We're still surprised they are the same species. They look nothing alike!" The cackling god leaned back and let himself float over the floor. Venomshank understood his brother's sentiments. Lualight and Telamon were quite different from each other. You were small and kind, having an utterly beautiful innocent heart and mind. Telamon was intimidating and powerful, a man who could wipe out half of a city with a swipe of his sword if he wanted to. Someone who would shift the layout of a region from his own whims if something was annoying him.

You were small and different. Completely innocent and unaware of what power you held. You could shift anything to your liking, but you want to find out about the Inpherno instead. You sought connection and understanding, not battle and conquest. "That inphernal who took her...," Venomshank said, catching his brother's attention, "She's dangerous, I worry for Lua." Darkheart tilted his head as he saw his brother fading into rest. The ramblings of Venomshank kept going as he tried to fight off resting. "You can rest 'Shank, we're not going anywhere.," the wizard hat wearing sword said and sat beside his sibling. His smile was a kinder one instead of his usual mischievous one. He was telling the truth. Venom couldn't fight it anyway. "We'll just wait until she calls us for help, okay?"

The entirety of the inpherno was rebuilding and repairing after the storm. Places with plant and animal life were revitalized by the crystals dissolving into the water and ground, healing the nature there. The splintered skies were rebuilding damaged buildings. Windforce had to be healed by some of the best healers in the skies before finding that the same crystals that injured her so badly could be used to heal her and cure others of their afflictions. Crystals were gathered carefully, making sure not to make them burst.

In the far north, the facility was on emergency power. They were quickly rebuilding and fixing what was damaged. The higher ups called their head scientist to them to demand answers while also looking at the data that had been gathered. The scientist had to clean himself up and put on his containment suit before standing before the higher ups. "Do you have any answers for what has happened?," one asked, "this storm. It wiped out the entirety of Blackrock's systems in a matter of minutes." "We need to know so that this will not happen again.," another said. The scientist listened to the complaints before clearing his throat. "The origin of the storm is the Lost Temple.," the scientist said, "More importantly, the storm has traces of the same energy as the spawn wells. It was powered by pure Lua energy." Ripples of talk circulated through the panel of higher ups. The scientist reviewed his readings he was able to get from the rebooted computers. It was Lua energy. Lua in it's purest state. He had felt it too, but he also had personally felt the feeling of sorrow, of rage, of pain. Something that only energy should not be able to do. He had a theory.

The heads of Blackrock talked amongst themselves for a bit before turned back to their scientist. "Send Biograft scouts into other regions, we need to see how this phenomenon affected other regions.," the lead of the Blackrock facility ordered. The scientist saluted to his leader while also internally cursing. "I'm sending scouts into Lost Temple first as the storm originally came from there.," the scientist said. The leaders let him go after giving him orders and he telling them his findings. He stalked back to his labs while chewing on his clawed thumb, "This will be the finding of the century, I'll be in the history books."

Scythe heard the crack of thunder roar over the desert. She heard your scream alongside it. "Darli- Lualight?!," She exclaimed before doubling over. She had been struck with an excruciating amount of energy. It felt like her own soul and bones were being ground to dust while being alive. The energy tore through her horns and made sparks fly off her body. She clutched the pendant that you gave her as the power felt like it was tearing her apart. The air around her got dark as a storm formed over the ruins. The clouds were rapidly spreading over the lost Temple desert. The winds picked up as rain began to pour. She saw other vultures vacating the area. Her own mount was having trouble flying through the sudden storm. She flew back to the temple and landed her bird before going to find you.

The other members of the church tried to stop her before noticing the lack of your presence. The sudden hurricane strength storm started to drop sharpened shards of crystals that burst on impact. There was no doubt that you were the cause of the monsoon now. Scythe, alone, walked through the storm and to the ruins of her former home. She used her gear to slice through oncoming crystals and struggled against the winds, being blown down multiple times. She had to get you. Her baby. You were suffering, she felt your sorrow in the crystal on her chest and heard your cries on the winds. The gale forces were making her use all her strength just to walk closer and closer to the epicenter of the storm. Around her, each strike of Lua charged lightning bolt caused crystals to form on the sands. She held her hat on her head as it protected her face from the shards of razor sharp crystals that fell from the skies. The clouds kept spreading.

The storm clouds were rapidly expanding over the desert and began to reach into the other regions. Your tantrum was beyond what you could control now that it was charged by Lua. Your cries of sorrow reached even the outermost shadow of the storm, being carried on the winds. The first region it hit was the crossroads. The winds whipped into a frenzy as the inhabitants were immediately buffered by the gales. The water on the lower levels began to rage in waves that crashed onto the stones and bridges. Then the shards fell... Crystals fell like sharpened hail, Impalining those who were not able to get inside fast enough. An emergency broadcast had to be issued by the beloved idol duo, Flipside. The brothers tried to keep a brave face as the winds and crystals battered the windows as they began the broadcast. "Attention, residents of Crossroads and adjacent regions.," Valk started, "An anomalous storm has appeared and we urge all to shelter in place." Dom added on, "We urge anyone who finds others without shelter to help them until the storm passes."

Thunder roared outside the window as a flash of lightning cracked outside their tower. The sound itself made Valk jump. "Please be safe, everyone!," Valk said with a smile to reassure everyone watching. His smile was quickly replaced with a scowl and a howl of pain as his horns sparked. A painful mix of emotions and power flooded through him. Crystals grew over his little wings and prickled his hands. Dom was about to check his brother when the same sensation struck him. Crystals growing from his own body shredded his suit, he clawed at the growths, desperately trying to remove them as his horns sparked with an ancient power that was overwhelming his senses. The broadcast was cut off abruptly. Dom and Valk fell from their seats at the desk and doubled over onto the floor. Tears poured from their eyes, both from the emotions and the pain they felt. The production crew and the makeup artist started to frantically call whatever healers were in the area.

Slingshot and his siblings watched the storm batter the windows of the cafe. The customers inside were scared and worried after the broadcast cut off of their favorite idols doubled over in pain. Vinestaff gripped her crystal pendant. Her eyes went back to the windows after hearing what sounded like rocks hit the glass. She saw as dark crystals hit the glass. She looked down at her own, the crystal was slowly turning an inky color before sparking. The same sparks that were on the horns of the idols. The pink horned inphernal's eyes widened before being hit by what felt like a tidal wave. Sorrow deeper than what she ever felt hit her first, then the cold dispair, finally the rage and pain hit her. The flash of energy behind it made her scream as she doubled over. Crystals began to grow in a few of the crevices in her wooden arm. Shuriken was about to help her when it happened to him as well. Slingshot tried to stand it but could not and fell from the pain as well. Their horns sparked as they felt like they heard a scream coming from the crystals on their necks. The customers panicked or tried to help their beloved cafe workers.

The crystalline hail kept battering the windows, threatening to break the glass and tear the customers. The strikes of lightning outside left sheets of glass like crystals that began to sprout growths of even more sparking structures. Inphernals that were caught outside were dragged into nearby shops and businesses to keep them safe. Some used their gears to protect themselves and others as they hid in the shops. Traffic summoned his gear and sliced through a large crystal that threatened to a newspawn and their caretaker. He dragged the two into the library where Ghosdeeri was checking everyone for injuries. The pumpkin headed Librarian was writing down the storm and what it was doing before stopping. She gripped at the heart like organ inside her chest. Traffic could tell she was in pain. "Deeri, wa's goin' on?," He asked. Crystals were forming on the antler like roots that adorned Ghosdeeri's head. The sparking made the other inphernals back away. "Suffering.," Ghosdeeri answering in her chiming voice, "The Hornless suffers."

The storm raged and struck throughout the crossroads. Sword ran inside Zuka's training warehouse after the rain started. He looked outside as a lightning struck the yard, leaving a sheet of crystalline substance. The shards of crystals that fell from the skies impaled the training equipment he had previously been working with. He felt his horns begin to spark. He heard a weak sobbing. It was your voice. That was all he could register before the pain hit him. It was freezing, boiling and felt like he was hit with electricity all at once. He could hardly keep himself from throwing up bile from the pain and collapsing on the floor. Rocket hurried over to his howling friend, seeing his pain and the sparking energy from his horns. Rocket felt his metal arm get heavy and looked to it. From inside the joints, dark crystals were growing. His leg refused to work, causing him to fall over on the writhing sword. "Sword!," He gasped out as a crystal burst by the doorway. They did not know where the storm came from, or why it was so dangerous. The weather had never been this bad before. Rocket struggled to pull himself and his friend away from the windows and doors. The two young inphernals were trapped, watching the storm outside. They saw the form of a massive bird flying through the gales. Sword reached out to the shape weakly, "Venom..."

The two did not have to wait long. Zuka came to the warehouse in his truck. He drove inside the warehouse to retrieve the young inphernals. "Get in.," The former soldier said, "Venom told me to get you two." The soldier helped both to get into the truck before driving back to Da Shop. Zuka helped to carry Sword inside as Rocket dragged himself inside. Sword was laid out on the couch to let rest. A small ridge of crystals had formed over the scar on his cheek. Zuka did all he could to get both his son and Sword comfortable to ride out the storm. The former soldier saw Sword holding a crystal that had the same inky shade as the ones falling from the sky. However, this one was sparking and had some colors swirling in it. He recognized it as one that you gave sword. A crystal that you wanted to give everyone that you met and felt a connection to. He stopped as he looked back out to the hailing crystals. Zuka knew this storm had to be your doing. But how could something as small as you hold such a devastating power, and why did it emerge like this? He would have to call Medkit to fix Rocket's prosthetics after the storm blew over.

Medkit was not doing well. As soon as he felt the wave of your power crash into his body, He doubled over in pain. His horns felt like someone was trying to tear them apart from the inside out. Every nerve in his body was firing, even the ones in his missing eye. He could not stop writhing in pain. He knew this was your doing. The storm, the pain, the crystals that were now invading and covering his apartment and body. The stitched closed eyelid was forced open as a crystal pushed its way through. Blood seeped from the wound, covering the apartment carpet below him. Tears, blood and bile from throwing up from pain. The sheer suffering was something he would not wish upon anyone. Not even his old enemy. His screaming tore at his own throat, burning it more with his stomach acid. Even at this moment, he could not help but to wonder what caused you to released this storm? Why did your power go haywire. What made you so upset? The doctor tried to keep himself as safe as possible to ride out the storm and the pain that he was being afflicted with. He curled himself on the floor, wanting this suffering to end for both you and he.

The storm reached playground. Crater city was hit, but not as hard as the Splintered Skies. Windforce's followers gathered as many citizens as they could and hid them in the deeper temples. The soldiers did what they could to protect who they could, even opening their own barracks to the injured. Windforce herself flew through the skies, using her sheer power to knock away as many crystals as possible to protect her territory. "Damn kid.," She hissed, "What set you off so badly?" She sliced through a massive crystal that was about to impale some of her people, not seeing the second one. The second crystal hail slammed into her, burrowing through her armor and onto her shoulder. The wave of pain and suffering that was tearing into her mind and body was something she was fighting against letting consume her. She spat a little bile out along with glittering golden ichor, her blood. Her helmet as knocked off by the impact on some more hailing crystals. These burst as soon as they hit her, the shrapnel tore into her exposed flesh as another large crystal slammed into her. She was knocked out of the skies and impaled through her shoulder.

Another crystal was about to impale her when a hammer was swung and made. The crystal burst. Windforce was helped up by another massive inphernal. Banhammer had arrived. His horns were covered in sparking crystals and he was covered in cuts and his own blood. "Good work, Ban.," she grinned at him before pulling the crystal out of her shoulder, "Gonna need a damn healer after this." "I'll call mine from the Banlands.," Banhammer suggested and swung his hammer again. Windforce saw her son was fighting the pain like she was. They both had to keep the territory safe from this terrible storm. She could not help but wonder if her other siblings were suffering as much as she and her son were.

In the far north, a fortress was being buffeted by the hail crystals, yet nobody was effected. However, the lightning and energy was tearing through the electrical systems. Labs and materials were shut down. Steel guards that had once stood strong were now laying in the ground lifelessly, only crystals jutting from their false eyes and from their chests. The joints were also eroded with these sparking, bursting crystals. Anything in the fortress that had a crystal in or on it was affected. That included the head scientist. A rotten, raspberry pink living corpse of an inphernal. His howls of pain could be heard by all nearby. His horns were sparking with painful energy as the crystal suspended between them turned an inky color and began to grow uncontrollably. He fell from his chair and onto the floor. His rotten affliction paled in comparison to the sheer power that felt like it was tearing him apart from the inside out. He threw up the rotten contents of his stomach, a raspberry pink slurry mixed with some of his own blood and more microscopic crystals.

He called for his caretaker robot, yet it never came. The robot was filled with horrible crystals that were tearing its body. The scientist crawled to this intercom button to call his higher-ups, he leaked his horrible rot all the way. His rotten face coughed up more pink bike, staining the once clean lab with the putrid stench of his affliction. Nobody answered his calls. They were all busy with their own problems being caused by the storm. On the screens and notifications of the lab told him where the storm had come from. Lost Temple. And that the storm was laden with the ancient power of Lua.

High above the landmass, Venomshank and Sisyphus were fighting the winds and crystalline hail to reach the center of the storm. The origin of the sorrow and pain. Venomshank fought not only the crystal shards, but also the horrid power trying to push him away. Sisyphus beat his wings while dodging the large hail crystals that threatened to slam into him and tear his wings. "Lualight!," Venomshank called out. He hoped his words would reach you. He wanted to reach you to pull you out of whatever caused this tantrum of yours. They flew through the familiar desert of the Lost Temple. They got close to the old flaming ruins. The fires were uninhibited by the winds and rains. In fact, some were swirling around the Central column of the storm, protecting the core. Inside the storm, a central core column ringed by the shape of spawn symbols rotated around the cause. He saw you there. Crying in sorrow and rage, covered in crystals. Below, he saw another inphernal braving the storm. It was the one you called your mother.

Scythe was pushing through the winds and crystalline hail to get to you. Even as she was being pelted, even though her mechanical arm and gear failed to work the closer she got to you, Even as her body was getting heavier from the crystals growing and overtaking her. She had to get to you. Her baby needed her, you needed her. You were in pain and were so sad. Scythe wanted nothing more than to hold you once more. To tell you that you are okay. She kept pushing through. Scythe saw the shape of a massive bird overhead. She saw it was much bigger than any vulture. The green eyes and aura around it told her exactly who it was. One of the damned seven. Venomshank was trying to get to her baby.

She saw crystals were growing on his horns and that his gold ichor was pouring from under his mask. The bird he was on held steady, allowing Venomshank to make a precise slash to reach you. The slash broke the wind column, but it reformed quickly. Both of them could hear your sobbing clearly. You were suspended in the air by your Lua, floating with crystals swirling around you like a shield. The rains were torrential. Scythe was having more and more trouble getting closer. She started to panic. She would lose you once again if the god was able to get ahold of you. She could not let that happen. "Lualight, Mama's here!," She called out to you, "It's safe." You could not hear her.

Within your mind, all you could hear was your own crying. You would never see your parents again. They were dead. Dusty bones in the sand below you. Your mother, she would never be able to tuck you in, make you dinner, sing to you. Your father could never carry you, give you an afternoon snack, tell you stories. Your parents could never again tell you that they love you. You would never see their faces or hear their voices again. Those vacations you took. The times they drove you to school. The dinners and discussions you had. The good times you played together. The bad times you pulled through. All gone. Never to happen again. You would never go home again. Your Father would not be able to walk you down the isle at your potential wedding. You'd never be able to have a normal life anymore.

All because someone killed your parents. All because all of you were kidnapped to this place. All because you happen to be able to use this power. Your sobbing was louder than ever as you screamed again. The storm clouds answered with their thunder roar. They answered with the formation of bigger and bigger hail. You didn't know nor care about how much damage you were doing, or how much power you were using. You just knew you were hurting and didn't want to hurt. You wanted your Mommy and Daddy. You felt a tight and warm embrace grip you as you were pulled out of the sky. You and the other one fell onto the sands below. Golden blood dripped onto you, along with green saliva out of the broken mask. You heard huffing and a heartbeat. Clawed hands gripped you firmly, but did not dig into your skin. The impact was lessoned by the body below you. Venomshank had tears dripping into your little head as both blood and drool dripped from his mouth. His body was covered in wounds from the crystals that tore into him.

He could not move much. He could not stop Scythe from taking you from his arms. She would have killed him herself if her Gear still worked. She looked at the god laying at her feet. He had risked his own safety to get you. Even now, he was trying to reach for you. His own bird strenuously crawled over and covered his master. Scythe herself panted and limped over to where you lay, still crying. You were weakened. Some of the toxic saliva had seeped into your skin. Your mama used her only good arm to pick you up and hold you. Out of instinct, you hugged onto her. Scythe heard a weak but animalistic growl come from Venomshank. She only kicked his hand away as it reached out. The teal horned outlaw started limping back to the church as the storm began to lift. She was found by one of the scouts who was looking for her as the storm lifted. She was helped onto the vulture before being flown back to the church.

Even when she got back and was taken back to her room she shared with you, she did not let you down. She kept holding onto you, refusing to let you go. All Scythe wanted to do was to hold you, her one and only baby. She collapsed onto her mattress with you on her arms. She ran her good arm over your head, feeling your breathing. She stopped. You were breathing, but not like you usually were. This was different. "Lua? Darlin'?," she asked and tried to rouse you. You didn't wake up. Not to her calling your name, tapping your face, or pinching your cheeks. She held you close, feeling your weakened pulse. It felt like you were barely holding on. It had to be from the toxic saliva. Scythe held you closer to her, feeling your breathing and pulse. She will call Medkit to see you. But, she just wanted to be there with you now. You had been calling for your mother during your outburst after all. Other church members peered in to check in on you and Scythe. Some came in with permission to clean you two, removing the dirt and toxin from your skin.

Scythe tried to move her mechanical arm while holding you. It refused to move. Yet, the inky crystals that were growing from the joints faded into a clearer color. Scythe could not help but to wonder just how much of your power you used to make that storm. She wondered how far it reached and how much damage you caused with it. Scythe leaned her face against your head. "Mama's here, darlin'. Don't worry.," Scythe whispered to you, "I ain't going anywhere." She knew that Father Overseer would want to ask some questions later. But that can come later, now was just for you and her.

Venomshank lay on the dirt with Sisyphus over him. He was still lightly growling while clawing at the sands. Dark colored boots walked up to him before the all too familiar figure of his brother crouched beside him. "Wow, we haven't seen you like this in years.," Darkheart teased. The dark skinned god held out his clawed hand to his brother and pulled him up from the dirt. The wizard hat wearing sword let Venom lean against him as he made his way to a usable door. Not before stopping in front of the bones of the hornless he knew. "What a shame. Those two were nice.," Darkheart said while his smile turned into a frown for a bit while looking at the bones. Venomshank looked at the bones as well, so that is what happened. He let another tear fall from his eye. He still felt the aftershocks of your emotional outburst. Your sorrow for your parents. Darkheart helped Venomshank back to the house he lived in.

"Sword. Is Sword safe?," Venomshank asked his brother. Darkheart's ever present smile didn't falter, "He is still with Zuka. He is safe." Venomshank sighed in relief. He was glad that Zuka was taking care of Sword and Rocket. He knew that both he and Sword needed healing. And so did the rest of the inhabitants of Crossroads. Not since his creator had he seen such power. Not since Telamon left had there been someone capable of such creation and destruction. Sisyphus sat on Venomshank's chest while he rested. "I failed.," He said. "Perhaps. Perhaps not." Darkheart replied, "You were able to stop the storm, you saved many by doing that." "I failed to save her.," Venomshank retorted, "Lualight is still in Lost Temple."

Darkheart shrugged. "Would you be able to go get her?," Venomshank asked the wizard hat wearing being. The dark skinned god grinned mischievously. "We can only find her if she opens the door for us.," he replied, "That's the rules."

"All she needs to do is call us."

Grappling Hook looked at the doll in their hands, the doll that looked like their Ex wife. The child they found with the doll, the cause of the storm. They wondered where she came from. How could their ex have such an offspring? Was it a curse? Did Scythe spawn her in and get hit with the consequences of a single parent spawning? They remembered your cute round face and the large colorful eyes you had. The lack of horns and the softness of your skin. If only they had been faster, they could have stopped you from getting hurt and upset enough to cause the storm.

Another feeling rose to the surface inside of them. Just seeing you made them want to care for you like you were their own child. Their own spawn. Hook placed the doll on their bed before standing and walking out of their tent. They still had work to do. And by the swords they were going to do it.

A cloaked figure kneeled by the skeletons and gently touched the skulls. "What an unfortunate fate for you two.," came the voice from the figure, "Far from where you are supposed to be and killed by these demons." He looked out over the sands. "What a mess.," the figure said with a smile, "I will have to fix you two before I can find your child." The figure snapped his fingers and made the skeletons disappear. Back to the world they came from. Their lost souls that were hovering nearby also returned to their original world with restored bodies.