The Beels, ah the illustrious Beels and their rich history within this well lit clan. As you already know, they were the first family and the ONLY family whose genes and people have spread throughout the clan as time has gone by. So much so that a Beel can be found in each and EVERY gosh darn family to form a house within this great clan. This was so they can help the ENTIRE clan improve and grow as a whole. A selfless act that has been upheld for generations until a certain 'turn' in the path had occurred. That turn being the lead and creator of the House, Brittiney Beel, taking her leave. Her son, Billiam "Baby" Beel had taken over in the absence of both his mother AND elder sister. With this new takeover, came the use of the House's inhabitants and their capabilities. Used for his role within the TRUTH and now… well they're being used as the most benine weapon imaginable. One that plagued the clan with corruption and carnage of unparalleled proportions. Surprisingly enough… their greatest weapon was left on the sidelines for some particular reason.
This great weapon is known as their battalion for war. The great and illustrious, Thirteen Dim-Ones. They were the Clan's most powerful Battalion as a collective. Boating multiple members with Power Scale Levels within the sixties. With the rest being at the higher fifties on the scale. A powerful unit of highly skilled Luminarians who boast the original combat style of the Clan along with the likes of the TRUTH Commanders under Baby Beel. Now this powerhouse of a force was being thrown at the likes of our Rebel captains in full force. Commanded by Elizabeth's word and led by none other than…
Elizabeth: "Now that the Dim-Ones are up and active. I'd like you to meet someone, Seriphaeth!"
*Step* *step* *step*
Seriphaeth: "This essence I sense."
Nagita: "It's eerily similar to that of Elizabeth's own."
???: "How about we skip the theatrics, mum. I'd really enjoy it if I could step into the field of combat here!" *Smirk*
Power Scale Level: 69
Birthright: Glacial Master
Element: Absolute Light
Study: Ice Age(Domain/Embodiment Class)
Age: 799
A Goddess with identical attire to Diane and Elizabeth showed herself from within the shadows of the Beel's meeting lounge. Her black and gold paladin's dress danced in the breeze created by the combined fluctuation of Elizabeth and Nagita's essence. Her golden, mage-like gauntlets and greaves complimented her dress well. It has a white trim at the bottom of the dress that held runic markings along the stitching. Her black, navy-like jacket danced as it sat on her shoulders. She had big, hazel eyes that glistened in the light. Her eyebrows were plucked thin while her nose was a bit on the small side. Her lips were full and lined with red lipstick. Her golden locks danced alongside her jacket and dress. She smiled as she stared at everyone, boasting a tiara made of essence. A clear sign that she was a Goddess that awakened her Driven state.
Diane: "Hmph… well if it isn't the babe of us all."
Ny'Eiir: "Long time no see, little one!" *THUD*
Power Scale Level: 63
Birthright: Delete
Element: Ice
Study: None
Age 90,863
He blocks a heavy haymaker from a speeding Voldeus.
Tomford: "Mrhm… Aicille (Oh wow… Ellicia.)
Power Scale Level: 61.5
Birthright: Delete
Element: Light
Study: Complete Delete (Embodiment/Clothing Class)
Age: 90,863
Ellicia: "Long time no see everyone."
She waved to her elder siblings as they fought in the skies. Then she tilted her head and looked down at Seriphaeth.
Seriphaeth: "Hmph… her power is immense for such a young Goddess!"
Nagita: "Must've been trained by her mothah from a VERY young age."
Elizabeth: "Indeed, as was EVERY membah of our illustrious, Thirteen Dim-Ones!!!"
She stretches out her arms and lets her essence run free. Floating high into the sky as she reveled in this marvelous moment of ecstasy.
"Now then, Ellicia… do your thing, darling. Your mother will be having her hands full."
*Glare*
Nagita: "Hmph! *Glare* Seriphaeth, dear… make sure our captains claim victory over these Lowly "DiM-ONesss" alright?" *whooom*
She floated off into the sky. Taking towards Elizabeth, matching her essence in intensity as they prepare for combat.
Seriphaeth: "Will do."
Ellicia: "Heheee, Dim-Ones… slaughter these fools that oppose the current way of the Beels!!"
She pointed towards the individual captains and their subordinates. Making her team spring into action as twelve shadows leap from within the mansion.
Seriphaeth: "Alrighty then! Shaddus, Hera'Lou, and my Fellow Rebel Captains!!! Liberate these PEONS!!!"
Rebels: "RIGHT!!!"
Shaddus: "Heheee, say not a word more, milady. We've got this!" *CRACK*
The man draped in a white assassin's suit waltzed forward next to the woman with golden coils, dressed in an all white, leather unitard.
Power Scale Level: 68(Avatar Rating)
Birthright: Inventor
Element: Absolute Light/Plasma
Study: None
Age: 1,520,005
Hera'Lou: "Let me slide these white shades on real fast. *FLICK* Alrighty then, darlin'! I take two, you take two?"
Power Scale Level: 65(Avatar Rating)
Birthright: Inventor
Element: Brazen Metals
Study: Building Blocks(Storage/Piece Class)
Age: 1,520,005
Shaddus: "Yeah, sounds good to me!"
Both Hera'Lou and Shaddus waltz leisurely to the battle. Watching as their fellow Luminarian captain's run towards the twelve members of the Dim-Ones. Arurorin, Tyyoest, Berixan, and Ty'Jonn take the lead on this. Billiard, Lizelitte, Myne, and Doc-martin follow close behind them in their quake.
Divina: "So… I presume we'll be helping out those that fall behind?"
Power Scale Level: 47.5
Birthright: Dragonfly
Element: Dust
Study: The Ant Mother of Colonies (Creature/Embodiment Class)
Age: 40,901
Katrina: "Nah… let's make sure the kids who aren't fusing don't have to fight ANYONE that's apart of the enemy's big hittahs."
Power Scale Level: 47.5
Birthright: Dragonfly
Element: Wind
Study: The Wasp Mother of Swarm (Creature/Manipulation Class)
Age: 40,901
Divina: "Ok… who do you have in mind?"
Katrina: "Heh… let's take down the other TRUTH Generals since it seems every Commander officially has their hands full."
Divina: "Wait… h'what!?" *Glare*
She turned her head to view what was going on around the battlefield. Honing her eyes in on the individual commanders who had now been spread out all over the multiverse of the Beels.
What she saw was Elizabeth now taking on Queen Nagita within the skies of the Beel's House. They slowly rose into the cosmos to let loose their unrivaled might amongst the fighters on the battlefield. Another glance and she could see the likes of Lancelin taking on his own son and younger brother. Noel seemed to be walking towards two other Young STRIFE members in the battlefield. Christian has his hands more than full with Gaia, and Morris was in the same boat with Shiishii who was growing exponentially on the scales. Even the leader of the entire army, Baby Beel himself was busy being pushed back by Maliik.
Divina: "Oh... wow, that's quite the lineup of fights we have here. Alright, but I know at least one general is already occupied."
Katrina: "You mean Elizabeth's youngest daughtah, Ellicia? Yeah. That means we should attack Lancelin and Noel's generals, yeah?"
Divina: "Yeah, let's go!"
They dash towards two warriors that could be seen leisurely walking about on the battlefield. One was wearing a full suit of white armor with blackened trimming. Their helmet donned a flowing, white mane that danced about in an elegant fashion. A hammer with a lengthy handle and shaft was seen sitting on their back. The hammer had sharpened edges with extra nudges added to the sides. The block that represents the hammer itself was coated in a glossy white substance that moved at a constant. Almost like flowing energy or essence. The other was a shirtless man with combat sports gloves on. His body was the classic inverted triangle shape that most body builders and fighters get from endless days of training over years of time. Their pants were baggy and loose for more free movement. A long, black flowing fauld could be found wrapped around their waistline. Classic kung fu shoes were on his feet while white bands were tied around his bicep/tricep areas. They were excessively long and flowed upwards as if they were alive. He had on a black mask with the symbol of the Grand Star sitting on the front. It covered everything below the ridge of his nose. His eyes were void of light and were pitch black in the pupils. His headband matched the bands on his arms, leaving his golden locks flowing upwards in a spiky fashion.
???: "How lucky we are, Genomma(Gee•gnome•mah). To be able to fight two of the greatest hand-to-hand and weapon specialists this clan has ever known. I got Katrina, the fighter! *PRCH* *CRACK*
Power Scale Level: 51
Birthright: Kung Fu
Element: Wind
Study: Martial Arts Beast (Creature/Embodiment Class)
Age: 29,000
Yoaw, Katrina… Diniti(Dee•knit•tee) "Fisticuffs" Beel. Second General of "Big Brotha" Lancelin!"
He continuously cracks his knuckles as he stares an approaching Katrina down.
Genomma: "Sounds good to me, Diniti. It's been awhile since I've faced such a challenge. Divina, deary, I am Genomma "Sword-Saint" Beel. First General of the Lady Noel!" *FWIP*
Power Scale Level: 51
Birthright: Swordmaster
Element: Light
Study: Sword Saint(Weapon/Embodiment Class)
Age: 30,670
He points at Divina as she closes in. Divina could be seen pulling out her Dragon Saber as she does.
Divina: "Nice to meet you both, now…
Lyster Twins: "FALL TO OUR MIGHT!!!" *SWISH*
Divina clashed blades with Genomma who let out a gleam of light from his hammer's edge. That gleam sent Divina flying back and allowed Genomma to press forward. Genomma twirled his hammer about as he pivoted on his left foot. Bringing the hammer above his head before he brought it down on top of Divina. She blocked the blade by spinning around herself, and smashing the edge of her saber into the hammer. Forcing both weapons to smash into the floor, creating a cloud of dust and earth minerals to fly upwards before becoming light and dwindling away. Divina used this bleek moment to flash into the air. Genomma looked up to see her preparing to come crashing down on him.
Genomma: "Not on my watch, little Lyster!" *SWISH*
Genomma leapt into the air on a attempt to counter Divina.
Divina: "Hmph, Tentacles of Dust!" *FWIP*
Her attack latched itself onto the limbs, torso, and neck of Genomma before he could advance.
"Nrgh, what the!?" Genomma muttered as he struggled to break free.
He successfully distracted himself with such a meager task that he grew blind to the oncoming threat that is Divina. He looked forward to find himself staring at a sword flying at him. He broke free with his right arm and proceeded to pull his hammer to the ready. Only for his back to be struck by the flying, right elbow of Divina. She smashed his body into her saber's blade. Genomma was surprised to see it couldn't break through his armor even when it's bare and void of Zenchi. Divina made sure he was filled with instant regret as she grabbed a hold of the handle with her right hand while the blade was still pressed against his chest. Slashing right through Genomma as she pulls her sword inward and to her left shoulder. Squatting down as she stares at a severed Genomma made of light.
Divina: "Oh wow, it's been a while since I've seen someone use that basic skill. But the precision is indeed impressive my boyo!"
Genomma: "I could not sit there and simply take that from you, madame. Good day for a good weapon's bout, innit?"
Divina: "Oh, yeah… most certainly."
As they get into their respective stances, one could see Diniti and Katrina throwing absolute bombs at one another as they clash with barrages of fists. Diniti immediately breaks their tempo, causing a separation. He was quick to dash back in, throwing a series of jabs. Katrina used her bob and weave skills to dodge every strike as she slowly leaned back. Diniti mixed his combo with some rapid hooks that had nothing, but smooth and powerful hip movement to add to his technique. He forced Katrina to lean all the way back with her actual back almost hitting the floor. She used his odd footing and stance against him and threw a nasty roundhouse.
Diniti: "WOAAAH there, mate!" *FWIP*
Diniti zipped backwards and came right back in. Katrina was able to spin right back around and set herself into a widened stance. She throws two rapid jabs aimed at Diniti's stomach. He blocks both with his right hand, lowering his center of gravity to do so. Katrina simply smirks and throws a series of wing chun style strikes in rapid succession. Both combatants slowly rose with Diniti blocking each and every strike. Katrina throws a kick to his side, Diniti sways to the right and blocks with his left elbow. Ducking under a second strike from that same foot. Katrina quickly plants her foot into the ground and proceeds to block a series of boxing strikes from Diniti. A left jab, right hook, left haymaker, three right jabs, left jab, and a hefty, high right footed roundhouse. The impact created a shockwave that instantly stretched across the battlefield. This exchange took a mere two seconds. Seems they're merely testing the waters.
Diniti: "My Superior strength and speed don't even make a difference, yeah?"
Katrina: "Not even a little bit, babes." *SWISH*
Dinitri: "Nrgh- *PRCH*
Katrina held his right leg up and quickly went into a low sweep with her left leg. Forcing Diniti off his feet and into a highly vulnerable position. Katrina rose to her feet as she spun around and charged a large amount of wind essence in her left fist. Throwing an overhead left with Diniti using his wind element to gain a boost and zip away from Katrina in just the knick of time. He flew away for more than three football fields worth in distance. He then formed a wall of wind to use as a springboard. Shooting himself into the air and at high speeds. He flew like a missile as he went into a series of flips, attempting to smash his right foot into Katrina with an ax kick. Katrina blocked his strike by crossing her arms above her head. Bringing about a wave of wind essence that stops Diniti in his tracks. Wrapping itself around Diniti's leg, swaying him out of the way and forcing him into a storm of twists.
Katrina: "Here ya gooo, ya brat! Tornado Toss!" *SWOOSH*
Katrina threw Diniti for miles. Forcing him to use his control of wind to allow himself stoppage. He planted his feet into the floor and dragged them for a few kilometers. Stopping in a stance where his left fist is pulled back and building up a slew of wind essence. While his right hand sat extended in front of him.
Katrina: "Oh wow, seems he knows the techniques of the Wind Saint as well. Good…"
She enters the exact same stance as Diniti.
Both: "Wind: Cyclone Fist of the Twister!!!"
They both leapt forward and smashed their fists into the other within half a millisecond's time. The wind from both their attacks stirred and compressed itself in between their fists. Only to burst outwards, forming into flowing walls that fought against the other for dominance. Ripping the ground and surrounding areas asunder. The waves eventually burst and dissipate, leaving behind a wind dome with Diniti and Katrina clashing endlessly within. In front of them sat Genomma who was being forced back by the aggressive style of Divina's swordplay. She barely left him any time to build power in his swings with his twirling techniques. He was stuck on the defensive for the time being.
Dawn and Diane fired a series of blasts at one another with Dawn's having a large amount of Depletion essence wrapped around them. Diane made sure to dodge and obliterate every single one of her attacks. Beside them was Voldeus and Ny'Eiir continuing their street brawl. When they said they'd finish what was started, they meant it! Below them were the lower Rays who had their hands full with the might of the Lumendäzz. Tomford and Shak could be seen dashing about within the cosmos above, deleting and blowing up everything in sight as they try and gain the upper hand on the other. We zoom to the outter cosmos and see Lancelin Sr smiling as he holds up his right hand.
*SNAP*
Lancelot & Lancelin: "WHAT- *LATCH*
Lancelot: "These collars again!? *CLENCH* NRGHH!!"
Power Scale Level: 25
Birthright: Sound
Element: Ice
Study: Sound Board(Embodiment/Treasure Class)
Age: 18
Lancelin Jr: "Dammit, dah! Why're you doing this!?"
Power Scale Level: 23
Birthright: Chaos
Element: Light
Study: Lancinian(Stuliathan x3 Studies)
Age: 16
Lancelin Sr: "Apologies, you two. But I've got my duties, so in the midst of this event, this battle. I need you both to grow exponentially for what's to come. So make sure to give your all here!"
Power Scale Rating: 65
Birthright: Chaos Goon
Element: Water
Studies: Chaotic Fiend (Creature/Embodiment Class) & Conflict King(Pact Class)
Age: 179,981
Lancelin Jr: "Tch, wait… what- *GRIP*
Lancelot: "Damn!!"
Lancelin Sr: "These collars won't be able to stop your fusion from accessing Lluminian, but it'll be quite the small amount compared to what you're used to. So let's see what you two can do!!" *WOOSH*
Lancelin grabbed a hold of both the boy's faces and smashed their heads together, smiling as he did so. His black coat dancing thanks to the force and speed of his initial blitz. In the meantime, Meachie and the Luums had their hands full with the combined might of the rebel's battalions. Watching as his Luums get slightly pushed back by the might of their opposition.
Meachie: "Tch! Everyone has damn near been taken by storm. Whoever came up with this strategy has to be quite the strategist. *Turn* Hm?"
He looks over to notice a Murdicc Noble coming his way.
"What noble may it be that's flying towards me today?"
???: "No one special, really. I am the leadah of the Nobles of Murdicc, Sir Percival."
Power Scale Level: 62
Birthright: Bomb
Element: Magma
Study: Theory of Explosion(Pact Class)
Age: 600,582
Meachie: "Well then, are you here to defeat me, Sir Percival?"
Percival: "Sir Meachie… as much as I'd like to defeat you, exonerating you from your cursed role in all this. There is someone else that has interest in you, as well as someone else I should be facing."
Meachie: "Hmph, well who do you have that has interest in me- *step* *step* *step* Huh… tsss- ah… uh. No, there's just no way, mate!"
Percival: "Sir Meachie, I'd like you to meet my baby sister Nol-
Meachie: "This brat can't possibly be my opponent. I mean, COME OOOONN, man. Bullocks, bruv!"
???: "I'll have you know that this Evolution Goddess is one of the 12 Babies of Chaos and I'm older than you, godling!"
Power Scale Level: 53
Birthright: Instinct
Element: Black Liquid
Study: The Odd Oceans(Domain/Piece Class)
Age: 299,999
Meachie: "A membah of the Chaos Babies? Like Billiam, huh? And an Evolution Goddess!? I thought you were all Murdiccs amongst you eight Nobles!"
Percival: "Well, we are. Maybe next time be the gentleman you actually are and not this moronic, wannabe villain! Eh-erm, now then, simpleton."
Meachie: "Mhm… I deserve that."
???: "Teehee!"
Percival: "Now then, NolaLee Evo-Murdicc… meet Meachie Lanthermines. Meachie, our mother is a traveling Murdicc. But our father is a chief warrior from Evolutte-Evol. Y'all have fun now."
NolaLee: "I got this, big brother. Go handle your affairs. Meachie just needs a good playmate, now don'tcha?"
Percival: "Heh!" *PEW*
Meachie: "Heh, I hope you're able to keep up, girl. (Then… maybe this'll all be over. Just gotta wait for Maliik to end it!)"
NolaLee: "Let's do it then, yah?"
As more and more battles ensue, we find ourselves watching as Maliik and Baby Beel continue to clash all over the place within the Beel Multiverse. Smashing whole star systems to pieces as they do. Gaia sits idly by, thwarting any and all strategies employed by Christian. His frustration truly knew no bounds. Shiishii and Morris continue their bout on a distant planetoid a few light years away from the main battlefield. Morris leapt into the skies and brought about a storm of miniature warp gates.
Shiishii: "Ah, Morris. Morris, Morris… Morriiisss. Is that a plan I sense?" *Glare*
Morris: "Tch, what of it, Reaper!?"
Shiishii: "Heh! Eyes of the Strategist!" *TEEWHH*
Morris: "H'what's this!?"
Morris watched as his entire attack was decimated by an odd black mass that covered up each and every attack he had summoned. He was at a loss for words, it seems he had forgotten this ability Shiishii likes to use. Morris had to change his approach, holding out his saber as he fell into Shiishii's slash! Their weapons clash and release a wave of essence that destroys the planetoid in mere seconds. Their endless clash with their blades traversed the physical plain of this universe. Ascending into bigger forms that engulfed the dimension above.
Dwayne: "Man, oh man. Look at that, Shiishii's constant growth has Morris at a loss right now. I wonder how the hell is he doing that, yeah?"
Beeso: "It's quite the wild revelation, honestly. Let's make sure we follow his lead. After all, thanks to dah…
Both: "We're Senkozens too!"
The brothers walk towards the last two remaining TRUTH Generals that weren't occupied by an opponent. It was none other than Gibbit, and Christian's second general, Morease Beel. A slightly tall fellow with long, braided, crimson red hair. He wore a black mask with a white, upside down cross in the middle. His head was covered by the hood of his cropped gray coat, lined with white wool on the ends of his sleeves, hood, and the bottom of his coat. His white shirt underneath had a black, upside down cross in the center. He has on gray, baggy sweatpants with banded ends on each leg. His boots were black and so were the leather, fingerless gloves he had on.
Gibbit: "Hmm… gibbit. It seems two of the five Murdicc brothers are headed towards us, Morease."
Power Scale Level: 40
Birthright: Cloning
Element: Nature
Study: Vat of Clones.
Age: 15,021
Morease: "It seems so, bruv. I got Dwayne if that's alright with you, mate."
Power Scale Level: 46
Birthright: Brawler
Element: White Earth
Study: Limbs of Shiva(Weapon/Clothing Class)
Age: 10,457
Gibbit: "Be my guest, Gibbit."
Beeso: "It seems we have our Opponents now, Dwayne."
Dwayne: "Let's get this shit started then, mate."
Dawyne and Beeso begin their bout with the Generals of TRUTH. Whilst every major battle was taking place finally, we found Noel slowly walking towards what one could presume is her target, or assignment. She was walking towards two silhouettes with familiar shapes to them. They were busy eliminating a large number of Nymphyknights. Leaving them unaware of the looming threat coming for them. She held a whip in her hands that had odd runic markings all over.
Noel: "High time we seal that nuisance of a power you have, boy." *Smirk*
The war continues and both sides set their plans into motion. Having their heavy hitters attempt taking the other out. Within the wake of this, Noel makes a move on a set of figures. Just who does she plan to attack as the Civil War heats up!??
Next Chapter: Thou Shall Faceth
Thine Fusions!!!