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How long has it been since he had returned to this part of the world?

It felt like years, but in reality, V had left only two or so months ago, both resting and recovering, trying to unravel the mystery to why he was still existing, when he had already accepted his own death. Rubble still remained along the roads of Red Grave City, though there were actual living humans walking the streets once again, instead of the bloodless husks that decorated the pavements a few months ago.

Living humans... and it seemed like there were a few stray demons wandering as well. The screech of a familiar van came rumbling to his ears, and V couldn’t help but watch when Nero leapt from the van, quickly eliminating the nearby demons. A half grin formed on his lips as he approached the demon hunter, noting that he had been completely unnoticed.

Make Demands

Of all the humans V'ehxness had seen, this one was the strangest. In combat, his movements barely registered as human at all. His arms seemed to stretch in a grotesque mockery of the futuran form, making it very difficult to judge the range of his attacks.

Still, she was V'ehxness, and thus superior. He was getting slower. No matter how strange he was, it seemed he still got tired.Even if the humans built horrors with the divine blood, they still failed to match her. He'd only given her a tiny wound, barely enough to punch through her armor.

Her absolute perfection was truly undeniable.

And yet, she couldn't explain what was happening. Even as she hurt him, even as he dropped to a knee gasping for breath, he looked her dead in the eye. He was smiling. A wicked, sinister look. As she towered over him, sure of her victory, he said with absolute confidence.

"Stop pretending you know what's going on."

Anger surged at the comment. Had he come this far, and still not realized her absolute supremacy? Her omniscience? She raised her blade, ready to tear that confidence from him, when suddenly... Pain shot through her body. Up her spine and into all of her limbs. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Her vision swam, the ground seeming to tremble beneath her.

She realized too late. He'd been stalling.

"P-poison?!"

She couldn't bring her sword down on him. It was suddenly far too heavy.

No! No! No! No!

She grit her teeth, trying to force her body to move. To PULL BACK out of his range, but she couldn't. Something deep within, something she had long buried surfaced. Along with the outrage at the insult, The pride that had been wounded, she felt a much older emotion. Fear. If she couldn't move, if he could close the distance, she could be killed. Worse than that, she could be consumed. The pain in her limbs was steady, pulsing with her quickening heartbeat, but she felt a slight twinge in the muscles of her legs. A moment longer. A moment longer and she could move! She would win!

Make Demands

She narrowed her eyes at him, a somewhat quizzical look.

"I do not make assumptions. I make declarations. A declaration made by my supreme self is to be considered a fact."

There is no irony in her words. As she stated, she spoke as if it were a matter of fact. Still, this was interesting. It had been a long, long time since she had been openly contradicted. Her expression softened somewhat, a slight smile crossing her face.

The Prologue

He'd always been a loudmouth. She figured the weaker the beast, the more they bark. He did his job. It wasn't worth engaging with his little tirades. Ultimately he would always meekly follow orders.

That changed after Pakron died. Now he was a constant thorn in her side. Always mouthing off. Teasing rebellion. Poking at her defenses. She would NEVER crack. To stand against her was just as he said. Suicide. But here he was anyway, doing more than mouthing off. Not a small beast puffing himself up anymore, but a hungry one who was eying her throat.

Revenge. That was what this was about. Pride and revenge for someone who she had killed for her divine purpose. Like so many, he was a sentimental fool. The war was finally starting to shift in their favor, and it was all thanks to V'ehxness. Paragon of Hope. He couldn't see that, or maybe he could and he was happy to drag their entire species along with this suicide attempt.

"Pride? Have you been delusional enough to feel pride all this time? For what? You are a failure. Without me, the heroes of Futurum would wither and die along with the rest of the rabble. That old man who ruled before me would rather pray for a god to save him, and when I appeared, he rejected me. Are you truly as foolish as he was? To reject the true GOD before you?"

Her smile grew impossibly wider, daring him to try and strike her.

The Prologue

He was at her mercy. Beaten and bruised, his body bound by her minions. Takumi Sumino. The one who had showed her the power of rejecting the taboo. It was a moment she was sure would be in her people's future scripture. The moment of true salvation. Her hand was inches from his face when the moment between them was shattered.

V'ehxness turned her head to see a girl. She wasn't transformed like the others. Her weapon was mundane. She wasn't even certain if it contained the power of a hero. Her very presence was an insult.

But the Supreme Commander paused. It was her eyes. The human girl had a look she'd seen countless times, but it never ceased to be one of her favorites. A mix of resolve and resignation. The look of someone who chose to act, but knew for a fact they would die for it. She turned on her heels to really face her. This brave little fool who had made the mistake of crossing her path today.

"Oh, is that right? Go ahead. Try. Though I suggest you try to stop shaking first."

She took a step towards her, bending her neck a moment to meet Takumi Sumino's gaze as she strode forward. His eyes told her all she needed. There wasn't anger or shock in his eyes. He looked terrified. Pleading. Not decisive like the girl. He was an animal waiting for his master to strike him.

The Prologue

As natural as breathing. Her enemies fall before her. Their most true selves were found when they were lifeless and cold in her wake. All who opposed her supreme self would meet the same fate.

And then there was him. Takumi Sumino. It took either an abundance of courage or a lack of survival instinct to even try to stand up to her. She almost had to admire the sheer gall to try to face her alone.

Still, his place was ever at her feet, just like everyone else.

As he clambered back, trying to get his injured legs under him, she thrust her sword forward. It was barely even a motion, a slight twitch of her wrist. the tip of her sword pierced his shoulder, biting into his flesh. It wasn't a lethal blow, but a cruel one. An injury that would only bleed and ache.

     The tamaranean was alone and perched herself upon a rooftop. The clouds were dark and gloomy though no rain was present. She was never that fond of such weather given it reminded her of how bad the weather had became upon her own world. Still, she needed to get some air. 

Fingers droned against her cheek as she sat and pondered to herself. Her mind had been awfully occupied as of lately and most of it wasn’t for good reasons. Starfire is taken out of her thoughts however as her ears pick up a sound. Her head swiftly turns towards the direction and her eyes squint to try and make out if something is there.