The black and gold Syrup struggled to form into a recognizable shape as the Bloody Strands and the Golden Strands watched with a mild curiosity. “You stupid bitch! You’ve unleashed the one thing I cannot defeat!” it screeched in fury as it retracted back into a tight ball the size of a watermelon.

“Resaec? I thought you died! I saw Morgan smash you to death with the giant robot’s foot!” the Bloody Strands asked, quite shocked to see her former master alive and well. One thing she noticed right off the bat was that Resaec seemed to have lost all his ambition for the most part. “I-I don’t know where I am… O-or who I am!” the Black and Gold Syrup shouted as his liquid form tried to stabilize, but for some reason he couldn’t.

Resaec, snapped to attention as green and dark purple numbers flew across his eyes at blazing rates, and then his body slammed into the floor. “I know who I am. But… what am I?” the Watermelon Cop asked as his movie played on the big screen, caught unawares that the Golden Strands was at his front door, delivering unto him a folder full of jelly.

“So… you don’t know what you are?” the Golden Strands asked, wildly amazed at this turn of events. The former God of Terror shook his head as the Watermelon Cop scratched himself while answering the door, recieving a deadly blast of folder jelly to the face. ‘Fuck… the Wife’s not going to be happy when she gets home tonight.’ he thouht to himself as he returned to watching his Puppet Porn.

“I know who I  was  but… what am I?” Resaec asked again, quickly gaining his composure. The Bloody strands quickly intervened. “Resaec, you… you’ve become a weapon… an extremely devastating weapon of limitless power, with so much potential that you could in fact, devour entire universes in a single day… just like us.” the Bloody Strands sighed.

“Yes… Caasi is right. We are weapons made to destroy, engulf, consume, and obliterate everything we come across. You however, our new confused Sibling… are different.” “Different? How am I different!?” Resaec asked as he slowly formed his old body again with little to some trouble.

“You are Syrup, we are Strands. Strands shoot outwards, can twist and turn, create drills and spikes! Sryup… only suffocates and drowns its victim in a painfully agonizing acidic bath.” Resaec smiled and started to remember the shame that Morgan had put him to when it came to fights. “Well… then I assume that we three represent each of the three Dimensions?” the Golden Strands laughed insidiously as he formed a octopuses body and slapped tentacle after tentacle on the floor, pushing towards the Black and Gold Syrup.

“There is no Dream Dimension. There is no Waking Dimension. There is no Nightmare Dimension. The Reality of the mind has died, along with its Guardian, Asteroth.” Resaec could hardly believe his ears, “What!? My Kingdom is dead!? My home land is no more!? TELL ME WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS DESTRUCTI-” the Golden Strands wrapped all eight tentacle as the Syrup’s neck, only for them to pass through harmlessly.

“I am.”  That was all it took for Resaec to cover the Golden Strands in front of him with a thick layer of inwardly crystalizing sryup. His ice cold eyes watched with out mercy as his new found enemy screamed in agony while giving him one warning.

“I AM ALL CONSUMING! THIS IS BUT A SMALL PORTION OF MY BODY!” the Golden Strands raged as the crystal’s compacted his form till there was no life left in the small sphere. “Then we shall find the your Heart, your Brain, and your Soul… and crush them with the hate and pain that you have caused all who’ve suffered at your hand.” Resaec said calmly as he sank into a puddle and slithered out of the former Council of Tens chambers.

The Bloody Strands were left in the room wondering what was to become of the event she had just witnessed.

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The black and gold Syrup struggled to form into a recognizable shape as the Bloody Strands and the Golden Strands watched with a mild curiosity. “You stupid bitch! You’ve unleashed the one thing I cannot defeat!” it screeched in fury as it retracted back into a tight ball the size of a waterme …

Morgan looked in disbelief at what had just transpired in front of him.

‘What the fuck!?’ the severed head thought to itself, as the mind started to come back online.

“Dearest sister! I’ve miss you ever so much!” Joseph said in honey sweet tones that made Aneeh shiver in her non-boots.

 ’I really don’t like him any more.’ the Arhem woman stated next to the Deom as Credion had only one option to use. She was about to press the ‘eject person’ button when Morgan’s voice entered her mind.  ’No… not yet.. wait till you can see the whites of his eyes… then fire with Hell’s fury.’ this order made no sense to Credion what so ever and she simply pressed the button.

A large diamond studded Foxy Boxing glove slammed into the Arhem woman’s face from underneath Aneeh and sent her flying out of the dislodged eyeball of Morgan. “There you are dearest sister, I’ve missed you ever so much! Bāṣpīkaraṇīya tūphāna!” Joseph commanded as he held out his hand. A tiny hatch opened up and a little platform with a tiny  stadium popped out, where a small little known boy band performed for thousands of screaming Nonobots, that is until Joseph slammed his fist into and unleashed the full fury of ten million angry fans upon Aneeh’s form.

 ”This is what you get for disappointing Father Aneeh Arhem! Pānī kē kāma kē sātha vikāsa kī samasyā’ōṁ!” her brother shouted as hundreds of bills for stadium damages were thrown at Aneeh, slamming her in the arms and legs with dollar amounts she didn’t know existed. “How do you like them apples!?” her brother laughed as shark fins burst through the space around him, signaling their arrival.

 ”I don’t like apples! They make me fart!” Aneeh screamed back at her brother as debt collectors with Yakuza Ducktails started circling her. “Where’s our money!?” they asked her furiously as she gave her dirty looks that somehow lumped clods of dirt on her face.

“My brother has the money, ask him.” the collectors twisted their snake like forms together and charged at Joseph who calmly raised his hand again. “Glēna baika, maiṁ tumakō bulānē!” he called out as storm clouds gathered in the middle of space, for no reason at all. All at once, the ghost of New York City appeared like a fog, until a man in a tattered trench coat and a burning brief case walked out from the slowly evaporating spirit of the city.

“Direct me Master, for you have summoned me, and I am insane beyond belief!” the spirit said as the brief case opened up and let loose the dogs of Fox News. “Kill her, Glenn Beck.” jospeh commanded his servant.

“She is going to release a personal book against you, and you will summon the demons at your disposal! now!” Glenn Beck’s eyes shot fire out in several waves, the flames lashing out at Aneeh Arhem, who simply raised her hand and spoke the ancient rite, which brought forth a creature just as powerful, if not more, than Glenn Beck himself. “Ērika Massa, apanē gadhē vahām̐ aura glēna becks ahaṅkāra kō māra ḍālō!” Aneeh smiled and gave a quick look back to the floating head of Morgan, whose body was slowly coming back together.

Nordafet was both shocked and stupified. “How the fuck are we supposed to fight Glenn Beck!? He’s fucking insane!” the deom screamed, slamming his fist on the inside of Morgan’s skull. Reason, still amazed at the hallucination Morgan just had quietly commented “Eric Massa.”

Credion nodded quietly. “Yes… Eric should be strong enough to out crazy Glenn Beck’s idealistic insanity. But the question is, will he give us the proof that he’s been wasting our time?” Reason poked his head out of the energy cloud that floated above the floor below Nordafet’s location.  ”He must! He must out crazy Glenn Beck! Eric Massa and his tickle fighting skills must over power Glenn fucking Beck!” the Persona shouted.

Out side the battle was already heavily underway, with brother against sister, their eyes locking and never leaving the others gaze once. The two summoned creatures did battle by sitting at a blue desk facing each other.  ”Someone’s writing a book about me! There are literally dark forces out to get me and my Communatzi party! Social injustice!” Glenn Beck shot at Eric Massa, unleashing a tidal wave of insanity that came in the form of gold plated rubber ducks, emblazoned with the image of their lord and masters, Bert and Ernie Hitler.

“Oh yeah?” Eric began to shoot back. “Guess what? I’ve had my fortieth birthday party in a room filled with guys, and we were tickle fighting! Hya! Beware my skills of the Tickle Ninjas!” Eric fired back, positioning his fingers on the sides of Glenn’s neck and rubbing furiously, unleashing an army of Tickle Ninjas, armed with the latest in Tickle Torture Technology. The Door and Chasm waged a stalemated war against each other, both their armies had been killed and reborn one hundred thousand times, and they showed no signs of stopping. The Granite Statues fell on top of the broken bodies of their previous selves, ruptured open, and the contents roared out ready for battle, the Knight in bloody armor gasped for a single breath before a giant foot with faces on the bottom of each toe, stabbed him in the face with a slab of umbrella tooth picks.

“Now stay down, bitch!”  the foot’s little toe screamed with a fury that melted the polar ice cap next to him. “What the fuck! Dude! Global warming?” the ice cap shrieked as the most lethal weapon of the Chasm punched through the quickly melting ice caps.

“We’re facing the ugly truth people!” the Knight, in its current lifes last moments, swore to himself as Al Gore stood above him like a demon with a freshly pressed suit. Exafanisi Tis Kardias screamed as Sho beat her down with little to no mercy what so ever. The fragment unleashed a fiery pile driver that ripped the Plant Woman’s right arm off, picked it up and slapped Exafanisi around so hard, that pieces of her simply exploded off her body.

“No! My other boob! Why must my boobs explode with the rage of Mount Olympus on crack!?” she screamed as her hands burst into a storm cloud of vines that wrapped around Sho’s neck, arms, legs, and waist. “You!” she raged with a full hatred in her eyes, that could only be explained as the Devil’s worst nightmare. “Shall DIE! Your soul… IS MINE! Parali̱ri̱tikés parádeisos:̱ Rip thánatos!” Exafanisi screamed as the vines pulled the Fragment in all directions, but Sho simply yawned.

“Is this really all of the ex-lover of the Ruby Wolf can do? Pathetic, let me show you how it’s really done! Parali̱ri̱tikés parádeisos:̱ rip thánatos!”  The Fragment’s arms duplicated Exafanisis movements exactly, but her vines were flexible chainsaws that seemingly wrapped Exafanisi in a thick ball of sharp blades.

“Kommatáki Tyfó̱nas!” the Fragment roared as the Plant Woman felt the blades slowly grid her to a pulp. The blades, tearing little chunks off at first, then grew longer till they were like the ravenous mouths of Rihana fans everywhere, looking to tear Chris Brown apart. “You see, this is how it’s done… I sense there is still some Humanity in you… but the Golden Strands have all but devoured you!” she said in a cold voice. “You shall die a mercifully quick death, Plásma alésmatos:̱ Ekató chiliádes si̱meío tou fo̱tós!” Sho bellowed as she whipped her arms around wildly, the chainsaws turning a violently glowing white and setting off a chain of explosions that tore the very essence of Exafanisi’s soul apart.

‘Rest in pieces, and burn! Plásma alésmatos:̱ Ekató chiliádes si̱meío tou fo̱tós!’ Sho repeated the move, again and again, till the ashes of the last burning pieces of the Golden Strands turned to ash, till even the remains of Exafanisi exploded with the force of five hundred thousand Hiroshima’s rebounded against each other for a thousand eons in just several microseconds. “Fare well!” Sho said as she returned to her watchful post as a single Red Strand rose from the pile of ash behind her.

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Morgan looked in disbelief at what had just transpired in front of him. ‘What the fuck!?’ the severed head thought to itself, as the mind started to come back online. “Dearest sister! I’ve miss you ever so much!” Joseph said in honey sweet tones that made Aneeh shiver in her non-boots. ‘I re …

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There was a loud crack in the air as the Colossus of Darkness threw its fist into the space just a few yards above the battle field where the forces of Existence and Non-Existence were waging a bloody war against each other and the monstrous planetoid that was attacking them both. It was pure hell as the Door was gradually being weakened by the backyard assault the golden strands had launched repeatedly against the Guardians realities, while the Chasms own problems seemed to become more apparent with each loss and rebirth of the soldiers it kept losing. It seemed as though with each rebirth, they became less and less willing to fight, but something kept at their heels none the less. Even Joseph had some trouble becoming motivated enough to keep the fighting spirit he usually had.

Enigmatt slashed his way through the endless amoutns of Creatures that Joseph threw at the Tingion prince, even throwing some food items at him noticing how badly he reacted when ever one of his own food based attacks was launched. “SKITTLE BIKER GANG!” Enigmatt roared as a giant bag of skittles fell from the sky. Enigmatt braced himself for the worst as the skittles, all with do rags, baggy pants, tattoos of the hard time they did in the bag of rainbow colored candy, and weapons filed into a seemingly orderly line. Enigmatt heldo ut his hand longingly, wishing for just a simple nibble upon one of the many delicious ten foot tall flavored snacks. But he knew his heart couldnt take the break up that well. He simply pointed his finger, and one of the ed skittles let a single tear drop down his cheek. “We love you!” “Don’t say that! Just go! Go attack your precious enemy, maybe he can give you the satisfactory fight that I couldnt!” Enigmatt said, hurt and betrayed.

Joseph simply looked awe struck at just how ridiculous this had all become. ”Oh for gods sake! Bahu pōrṭala mauta haṛatāla!” Joseph said as the Tingion of the red skittle with a black and white skull do rags continued their fighters quarrel. “He could never give you a punch to the face that I could! Remember that time in florida, the boxing club?” Enigmatt said, tears falling from his eyes like he smaller waves leading up to a huge tsunami. The red skittle had no choice. He turned himself around, his back to the Tingion and said quietly. “I will NEVER forget the power behind your punches. But we all have jobs to do, and even if those jobs mean we have to fight others… We are meant to do them! Understand!?” the red skittle said as the others nodded in agreement. Enigmatts tail drooped again. Several hundred glowing portals opened behind the other skittles. Enigmatt saw what was happening, but couldnt reach the others in time to stop the slaughter as wave upon wave of needles Shot through the skittle gang, falling the horde of rainbow flavored candies in just a few seconds. “NO!” Enigmatt yelled as he fell to his knees, holdingo ut his hands in a futile attempt to change what had transpired. The red skittle had lost his arm, and half its calf had been ripped to sheds as it limped back to Enigmatt, its mouth in a half smiled. “Thats it! Come back to me! you can make-” Enigmatt was traumatized, anger, and hurt even more by what happened next. Joseph smiled asseveral portals opened up all around the red skittle, blocking any and all exit. And causing Enigmatt to scream in roaring tones. “YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE! HES MY FIGHTER, AND YOU WILL NOT-” but he was too late. The Tingion prince heard the screams of pain and hopelessness that the red skittle emitted as sounds like machine gun fire ricocheted through Enigmatt’s ear drums. “No…” he sniffed as he hit the ground with so much force it caused a crater to form. “SKITTLE!” Enigmatt screamed with rage as his eyes turned blacker then the heart of a super massive black hole. “No more joking around Joseph.” the Tingion said in a deathly furious voice. ”Now is the time for you to pay for the death of my father.” Enigmatt summoned his sword and Shot straight at Joseph, who simply smiled.

Reason had Aneeh strapped to a laboratory table with nothing but a few sparse articles of clothing. “What do you plan on doing to me!?” Aneeh asked in a panicked voice. Reason simply put on a pair of rubber gloves, reached under the table and plled out a pair of prongs. “First, I’m going to explore every inch of your physiology. Then, I’m going to, as painfully as I possibly can, rip out those rune stones that are all over your body.” the split said as he smiled underneath the surgeons mask. “Unlike Morgan, who is a lot more reserved then me… I like going all out!” he yelled in an excited tone of voice. Credion simply locked the Door behind her as the man with the ocnstantly changing clothes began his work. Alex had just walked out of the forest of disection, with a back pack full of Leviathan jerky in one hand and a crystal ball in the other. Alpha and Omega trailed behind a little bit wondering about the past of Alex despirito, and why he had just this much power in his book of words. “I HAVE COME FOR YOUR SOUL PR-” Alex decided right then and there that he would just have to put up with the stupidity of the situation at once. “All right… COME ON OUT! ALL OF YOU!” the preacher Shouted at the edge of the forest line. He looked out into a desert full of blue sand and bright red trees for a minute. “What is this place?” he asked Alpha. “Don’t know. Pretty much in the same boat as you. So who have you taken out so far?” the fragment said as he tapped Omega on the hsoulders and pointed towards a slwoly growing hill. “So far, I’ve taken out Amon, and Leviathan. So… That only leaves… Lucifer, belphagor, Mammon, Beezlebub, and someone else… But I forget who exactly.” they preacher said as the four remaining Lords of Hell popped out of a demented clown car with the foxnews logo on it. “And there they are. LOOK, I know you’re just trying your best to kill me off, for whatever Reason you have, but I just iced two of your number… So back off.” Lucifer looked at Mammon with a bit of a confused attitude. “But your holy.” the prince of darkness said as his tail waggled to and fro. “And? GODS BLESSING TO YOU!” Alex screamed as he rammed a tiny pencil crucifix into Lucifers left eye. Surprisingly, nothing happened at first. “WHAT THE HEAVEN WAS THAT!?” the devil screamed as he grabbed his eye.

Alex stood tall none the less. “I mean, you could REALLY HURT SOMEONE like that!” Alpha looked confused. “Um… Excuse me, lord of lies, destroyer of all that which… Fuck it. Dude, we are trying to gather twenty eight others like myself and my sister here. Could you, like, I don’t know… Go away? all of you?” Mammon seemed uncomfortable with having something so tiny tell him off. “But-” “GO!” Alpha screamed as he pointed behind him into the forest of disection. “AND TAKE STEPHEN COLBERT WITH YOU! God!” “TRUTHINESS!” “SHUT THE FLYING FUCK UP STEPHEN, NO ONE CARES!” Omega said as she belted him across the back of the head. The remaining Lords of Hell shuffled past them until Beezlebub stopped suddenly. “Um… Can we have our cds back? I lent you my garth brooks collector’s edition, and I really, would just-” Alex stabbed the lord of hell in the eye with another crucifix. “WHAT THE HEAVEN!? dude he just wanted his Garth Brooks CD back!” Mammon said, then scurried past the trio while screeching in pain as Alex stabbed him in the foot with a knife. Alex looked at Alpha, who looked at Omega, who looked at Alex. “What? sometimes you just got to smack a lord of hell in the face. Reminds them whos really in charge here.” Alpha smiled quaintly as they continued their journey. “So what does this Doutri village look like? Hey look! A big pale of ice cream!” Alex Shouted with joy as he picked it up and started scooping large handfuls out of it to the horror of the fragments. “Like a big pale of ice cream.” Omega said as she snatched the pale away from Alex. “But… It can’t be a city, its too small!” the preacher protested. “Have you learned nothing with us? I mean, come on, we just told the Lords of Hell to go fuck themselves. And here comes Beezlebub again.” the lord of gluttony floated close to them. “Can’t I have my garth brooks cd back? Stephen wanted to listen to the sound track of jersey Shore… And then Lucifer stabbed him in the face with a tree.” Alex didn’t want to deal with this idiot anymore. “Fine… I’ll give you my ipod. If you promise not to come near me… Within five light years.” the Lord of Hell nodded eagerly as he queefed with joy.

Joseph and Enigmatt were in the throes of combat, each unleashing their most devasting attack, and neither giving up until a gaint foot slammed Joseph until the ground with a really loud squelch. “Okay then!” Enigmatt chided as he ran over to the exposed leg and stomped on the ankles. “TAKE THAT! Thanks huge gnarly dude!” the Tingion waved at the colossus of darkness before a red light engulfed him. “I have to go now of all times!?” he said as he disappeared from the war between the Chasm of Non-Existence and the Door of Existence. Morgan felt his twin leave as the Creature punched him in the face repeatedly until he fell off a cliff, landing in a pile of Deom chest plates and swords with the hands still gripping them. “How’s it feel Morgan? How’s it feel to be on the losing side for once!” the Creature Shouted with joy as his eyes focused. “The key of plains, that thing that Credion changed you into the beast almost five hundred years ago, causing this mess!? Where is it!?” the Creature asked excitedly as he jumped from the cliff and planted a foot onto Morgans face, pushing his head but a few inches away from the point of a pile of daggers that were pointing upward. Credion rose out of Morgan and watched with pity as the Creature she knew was long gone. “If only my brother were here. OH THERE HE IS! WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” Credion Shouted angrily at the Deom male running from what appeared to be a hord of japanese women in maids outfits trying to feather dust him to death. “A LITTLE BUSY!” he said with a pained expression of panic.

The Council of Ten were on high alert as Technarl directed each of their movements in order to counter whatever plans the Chasm might’ve put into place. “Oh you really don’t need to worry about the Chasms plans right this moment.” a clone of Joseph appeared to say as Technarl simple Shooed him away. “Well, we do one thel ess, now if you’re just going to buzz around my head all day, then I’ll obliterate you.” “Just like you obliterated barney fife?” the clone questioned innocently. “Wow… You are just full of surprises today arent you! GO THE FUCK AWAY!” he Shouted as three figures beamed into the center of the room. “You have things under control here?” the blonde woman in the bright red dress asked calmly with a smile on her face. “To a certain extent.” Technarl said without looking up. “Look, Kim, I don’t mean any disrespect here, but I’ve already got this jack ass of a clone pissing me off and screwing up the councils synch with the other Guardians. I don’t need you adding to our problems.” Technarl retorted. Kim simply walked over behind Technarls mechanical back and wrapped her arms around him in a lovers embrace. “I love the way your gears sound withi n that hollow metal body of yours, Guardian of technology.” Kim Lecest said with a coy tone of voice. “It makes me excited that you are the one to take over Segroths place after his death!” Technarl simply worked quietly, ignoring the keepers words. “Segroth? He died months ago, the Chasm placed a nonobot right under our noses, and it took a revival of barney fife to find that out. You know what that hsows? a lack of preparation on our part.” Kim squeezed tighter slowly, the metal plates covering Technarls body bending inwardly slightly. “Well, then keep doing your job. The other two are waiting for my report. I’ll be watching.” she said with a glee filled laugh. As she walked by the Joseph clone, she lightly tapped in on the forehead between his eyes. “Turn to ash.” she whispered in a ice cold voice. The clone burst into flame as raging infernos ripped through his body.

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