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Nefarian's black eyes flashed as he let his cloak fall from his body. "Those required to become a god!" The Voidlord had finally gone past the point of wanting to talk to Isabella; she offered nothing to the conversation. A simple charlatan that sought nothing more than a quick fix. She was...

"Strong men create peace, Madara. But peace can only come from hard decisions that are, at times, deadly decisions. We live in a world held up by weak men, weak villages, weak clans, and weak gods. Long gone are the times of the Freehold upholding order on the Mainland, and even longer gone are...

Nefarian snickered. "My side or Solomon's? He repeated, mocking the idea. "Then at best you're an indecisive waste of space, and at worst - a disloyal and a turncoat only looking for fleeting opportunities." The Voidlord once again turned to Madara, the idea of a disloyal turncoat in the back of...

Nefarian laughed, tilting his head back slightly. "You couldn't kill him even if you wanted to, Madara." His outbreak subsided, pushing his foot into Demetrias's back more, his groans echoing in the deep subterranean complex. "Today two Domains will shatter. Mine and his..." He pointed downward...

The God of Disease would have ignored her comments, again, had she not insisted on being the one to shatter his domain, the Domain of Condition. "Do you even know what that means? What you suggest? You wish to serve then?" Her other comments were simply secondary and uninteresting verbiage to...

Nefarian narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Shut up, woman." There was little malice in his voice, just a stern rebuke of her needless comments. He didn't care who she was, one in the many thousands of faces he had seen in his thousands of years of life and one of billions of humans that littered...

"I can feel their hearts beating...." Nefarian stood up, looking toward his colleague Demetrias who, for some time now, was writhing in pain from his body being riddled with diseases. He lay there on the dirt floors of the ancient Five Fort underground complex, coughing, vomiting, sneezing - all...

"Freeing Tiamat requires an immense amount of Chaos - the energy that shaped the Primordial Universe. Before Tiamat, there was only the Void, where we are. But She coalesced from it, becoming the first Goddess. Of the Pantheon, only the highest tier of divinities are able to make use of a power...

"The same as you what you deeply desire - peace." A simple answer, but spoken with conviction. Imeroth, an over eight thousand year old ancient human, had seen much war. "Compared to the average human, you have seen much war. Such destruction and waste takes a toll on the psyche. I have seen the...

Imeroth audibly sighed. He was a frustrating one, to be sure. Arguably the reason for why the group had selected Takauji Ashikaga in the first place - he was simply easier to control. But his body had been too weak, too frail to be a suitable vessel. She had consumed his mind, succumbing to...

Imeroth smiled beneath his cloak; what a familiar anger, and pride. It reminded him of Ashikaga, the man he had chosen to be the first Body. The Voice slowly lowered his hood, revealing an emaciated man to Madara; a man who has endured the winds of time. The eight thousand year old herald's blue...

"Congratulations, Madara Uchiha." The voice came from behind Madara in the moment of his victory, his Susano'o still present moments after taking Daenerys Targaryen's head clean off its shoulders. It was a gravelly voice, one seeped in ancient wisdom; his cloak was raised above his head...