It was a donning day like no other. Every Colossaverse shook in terror at the essence they felt. Thirty-four reigning members of the Grand Council(STRIFE) and a few others allowed their essence to run rampant. Most of these deities had been doing so for two years straight at this point. Using every bit of the strength they could muster to thwart the efforts of the beast before them. A gigantic, Colossaverse-sized being with a humanoid shape, purple skin, five hardened, reptile-like tails that had the movement matching that of long tentacles. Seven gaping holes sat on its heat that formed a hexagon with a shining, gigantic atom sitting in the center within an orb. Its face was plated with a mask that covered what would be the ridge of its nose and down. Its pupils were beaming with purple essence within eyes and sockets that were devoid of light. A creature of pure malice, with an armored head that resembled a knight's own along with the rest of its humanoid-like body. It has eyes on its shoulders and one eerie-looking one at the center of its head. A true Stuliathan of unparalleled proportions, the Stuliathan known as…
Xenophia: "AtoMEEEEEEEN!!!!!"
She leapt into the upper cosmos in her true titan form. Piercing the very void of nothingness around them that harbored their wonderful Omniverse.
Atomen attempted to shield himself from the attack before him. A massive ball of light infused with Conflict and Strife themselves. Held in the left hand of Xenophia who was being guided by her cousins, Death and Life I. Her husband, Santa and Zo'Elgor II's younger brother, Dracko lead a few other members into the limbs of Atomen. Purposely making their bodies only the size of mere multiverses to better keep hidden whilst he was destracted by the three now coming down on top of him.
Atomen: "You must be bigger fools than I'd have EVER expected if you believe such an attack will work- *BLAM* NRGH!? (What the!?) … RUAARGH!!!"
Power Scale Level: Classified
Origin Concept: Particles
Studies(Sub-Concepts); Vampire,
Absolute Body Manipulation,
Absorption,
Dominion,
Mischief.
Age: Classified
He slowly falls backwards, completely lacking any real attention span whilst panic healing. Forcibly speeding up his healing process only to leave himself completely open. Vulnerable to the attack coming down from above.
Death: "Let's do this sis!"
Life: "Right! Xenophia!!! Make sure to finish this idiot off so we can tear his studies from him!"
Xenophia: "Rightio, you fockers!"
All three: "Activate the Concept!!!"
Dannadise: "Heh, look at those freaks of nature up there. If only mum and dah weren't busy helping take down those othahs stray Stuliathans. Such bizarre creatures. Frightening eve-
Xeno: "Hey Danna… do you see that there. A bit of odd movements right there, innit?"
Dannadise: "Wait, waaait?"
She activated her Mental Zenchi. Staring at the tails of Atomen as they harden and sharpen themselves with essence that looked similar to Zenchi.
Atomen: "You putrid, sniveling, peonic, lower beings. How dare you, you're efforts are futile!!"
Xeno: "We have to stop that or else my mothah, aunt, and uncle will be in dangah!"
Shiitania: "Indeed we do!"
Power Scale Level: 135
Origin Concept: Calamity
Elemental Concepts: Death; Nuclear
Study: None
Age: 604,820
Clarissa: "Perfect, I've already accessed a version of myself in a future whose strength is necessary for this!"
Power Scale Level: 130
Origin Concept: Catastrophe
Elemental Concepts: Crystals; Life.
Study; None
Age: 604,820
???: "Good, now let's make sure our people can deliver the decisive blow, big sis!"
Power Scale Level: 135
Origin Concept: Mystic Staff
Elemental Concepts: Magic; Force
Study: Pillars of the Palace
Age: 604,805
Clarissa: "True enough, HaKeem. Let's MOOOVE!!!" *BLINK*
Everyone: "YES SIR!!" *BLINK*
All the young Deities born towards the end of this chaotic time charged in. Flashing forth with speed so vast that it made it seem as though they had teleported. Each one assisting the other in ripping each tail into mere molecules then wrapping each in Zenchi. Their mastery and knowledge of his concepts allowed their combined efforts to conquer the core ones that contribute to the ability to control and assimilate particles. He was now completely exposed to Death and the others. A critical error on his part that he would not be allowed to make again. For this may very well be his end!
Death: "Noooww!! Grim Tidings; Absolute Death Fist!!"
Life: "Right!! Blessings' Bloom; Touch of Life!!"
Xenophia: "Hell YEAAAAAH!! Conflict's Temperament; STRIFE'S Ball of Light!!!"
*BLINK*
Death slammed into Atomen's body and spread his essence throughout within an attosecond. Every particle within Atomen's body was laced with Death essence that left them with a literal Grim ending. Death I quickly leapt out of the way as his sister came crashing in after him. Her technique also spread her essence to every last particle within an attosecond. Bringing Atomen and his particles to life whilst wiping him clean of more than half the total malice within his being. She vanished before his eyes. Using her vines along with Death's colossal skeleton arms to restrain Atomen. Xenophia left him with no breathing room, smashing her fist into his chest.
Xenophia: "Xeno, Xenoshaa, add to my powah!!"
Xenoshaa: "Let's go!" *FLASH*
Xeno: "Right!" *FLASH*
Both ran to the aid of their mother. Adding in their own signs of the concept, Strife and its sub-concept, Conflict. The added power allowed them to override Atomen's resistance which had constantly fallen throughout these two long years of battle. He was now nothing more than a victim to his own particles as they tore themselves to smithereens with their extreme, eternal conflict. It was at this very decisive moment that the exhausted Grand Council, their help, and their leaders sat and watched as Xenophia's technique worked its magic. Atomen yelled in agony and anger, ferociously cursing those who dared to stand in his way. Struggling to break even a small piece of himself free. Something no one would notice in the grand scheme of things. Though it was unexpected that he himself would actually survive such a fiasco. But to his surprise, he did, and man did he revel in that fact as he pulled his particles back together. He stood up with a sinister smile on his face, showing the gnarly teeth he hid behind his mouth and broken mask. He thought victory could be his and it gave him a feeling of pure ecstasy. Ecstasy that was very short lived…
Dannadise: "Tuh… idiot!"
Atomen: "What was that, you lowly, insignificant brat!?"
Xeno: "Look up, idiot!"
Hakeem & Clarissa: "Checkmate, lil bro!"
Atomen: "Wha-
*WOOSH*
O-Oh no!!"
Death: "Oh…
Xenophia & Life: Yes!!"
*Chinng* *kaKLINK*
Shiitania: "Chains, eh?"
The three leaders of the Grand Council tied chains around the body of Atomen. Two more chains found themselves on his person soon after. None other than Clarissa and Shiitania were responsible for this. The five chains represent sentient Concept pullers. These last two years of battle were used to get these five individuals to a point where they had conquered one of his five Sub-Concepts. Allowing them to freely pull them out when he was weak enough. And at this point, even Dannadise or Xeno could solo this version of Atomen. For he was nothing more than a hollow shell of his prime self. Two years of battle with powerful foes can do that to an individual after all. Which just meant that in the grand scheme of things, he was at their mercy, but no mercy would be offered to such a malicious force that would intrude in the donning of their peaceful times. He was left with only one option, and that option was to pull that one sliver of himself away and turn it into soul form. He would then have to retreat with his tail between his legs, scheming to one day retake his prime self and return to his glorious form once more!
It was at this moment that his studies were pulled out of his body by the five. Forcing the studies to take their natural forms as they fly off into the Omniverse. Forming temples, pyramids, ruins and labyrinths around themselves until someone worthy comes to find them. As for the body, it was ripped limb from limb by Xeno, Dannadise, and Hakeem. Then it was obliterated by Life, Death, Xenophia and the Grand Council. A true victory over a most troublesome foe. One that they thought they'd never have to deal with again. Unbeknownst to them that this very being had already escaped their clutches. Fleeing into the first Colossaverse in search of a proper vessel to reside in. Wandering endlessly until his instincts kicked in and a wavelength was felt that would go well with his own. His soul form immediately flashed into the cosmos in pursuit of this being.
Atomen: "Whoever this one is, they're young and powerful. Maybe even fifty-thousand years old from what I can tell. Heh!" *BLINK*
Atomen now found himself within the first quadrant of Colossaverse I. Nearing a Clan with the aesthetic of a dragon around it. Such as wings, a flaming ring of light that wrapped around the clan, and crown of horns at the northern pole of the clan itself. On the outskirts of that very clan was a young God. He was wearing an all red, military grade trench coat with a flared up collar. It was lined with gold on its trim with golden cuffs at the end of its sleeves. The coat had golden tassels on the back of the sleeves as well as a rope on the chest that went from his right shoulder to the lower end of his waist on the left side of his body. His pants were red with glossy, black loafers and leather gloves to compliment the look. He had bronze skin with a small, brown afro made of curls and blackened horns sticking out the top of his head. His eyes were Draconic with slit, red pupils flaring within his yellow eyes. He had full lips with thin eyebrows and a brow piercing on his left side. His ears held golden, hanging, chain earrings with Rubys at the end of them. His glare was cold and his left hand remained on his sword at all times. A classic katana was his choice of blade it would seem.
???: "Whoever's out there, I can feel your malicious presence."
Atomen: "Even if you can, it's too late and I'll be on my way. Tend to your day, boy…"
???: "Boy, eh. I don't know who you are, but the name is Zojin Draco Drakey Draconos, but you can call me Zoshen. Don't forget it." *Woosh*
Atomen: "Heh, Zoshen, eh? Fine… (Though, it would seem this body is destined for doom in the future. If that's the case, I will slumber as the shell to this soul and wait.) hehehe."
Zojin walked into the void of space as he headed towards his destination. Harboring an ill fate he, himself was blind to. Now being the host to a powerful foe that will certainly bring doom to this verse when his prime is to return. But that's for then, not now. Zojin flew into the distance, turning into a gigantic red dragon before vanishing beyond the void and out of sight. Upon the defeat of Atomen and the other invaders, our fair Omniverse had finally calmed since the very donning of its creation. A marvelous time for the Deities, Beasts, Celestials, Non-Mortals, and Mortals. All of which can focus on making sure they are prosperous and well protected from those of such high caliber. Allowing a vast four-hundred forty-nine thousand, and eighty years of prosperity to flash by. Introducing us to the beginning of the Era of Peace.
As of now, Dannadise is one-million, and ninety-eight years old. Having become a central figure throughout the Omniverse as an ambassador for Clan Battalions. An example of that would be The Light and The Dark. Her and Danya spent many years leading their houses, clans, and this mass project. Both had now visited more than one-thousand Colossaverses throughout these many years. Helping countless clans create their protectors for this coming age. Allowing the peace to be maintained as teams they formed in each of those visited Colossaverses travel further out to spread their knowledge and teachings. Allowing the Omniverse to be far more protected than in any other age or period before it. Even when its creators were around, protecting it alongside those born earliest within their creation. A truly fantastic and marvelous feat for all those involved in such efforts.
Currently, Danya was busy frantically pacing in place whilst waiting for someone. It would seem she was in a moment of distress and needed a hand from a friend. She was even biting her nails as she picked up her pace. Listening for a callout, or even a landing of sorts to show her help had now arrived. And just as she wished, a voice could be heard in the distance.
"Hey, Danyaaa!!!" They yelled out.
She turned to see that it was none other than Xeno, Michael, and Alexander. Her help had finally arrived.
Xeno: "I came as fast as I could, what happened?"
Michael: "Please Danya… tell us!"
Danya: "Sh-She won't let anyone get near her. She said that the attention and being around so many thoughts and emotions at once tortures her. Truth be told, from what I can tell, it always has!"
Michael: "Tch, you're not wrong. (I can't believe it's gotten this bad!)"
He lowers his head in anger and frustration.
Xeno: "Dammit all, where is the wankah?"
Danya: "She's straight ahead, down the first hallway as you enter her keep."
Michael: "Thank you Danya, we'll set everything straight-
Dannadise: "Danya… why would youo- wh-why would you… bring more? More thoughts and emotions to… to tor~ture ME!?"
Danya: "Dannadise, cousin dear. You need help from people who love you-
Dannadise: "No… I don't even care that my husband… that even my husband is amongst you. I need to be left alone before I… before I… before I. BREAK!!" *Rumble*
Illektra: "Do you feel that?"
Iyopptor: "Yeah, is that… Dannadise?"
Illektra: "It would seem so. That new keep that's on the outskirts of our home's territory must be hers."
Iyopptor: "Hmm… (please be well, my daughtah.)"
The trembling caused by Dannadise traveled throughout the clan, bending its very space to her whims. Bringing forth a huge stir of unstable essence that could even be felt by the Mortals within the clan that lived on the many planets within. Xeno and the others that were present at her keep were being blown away by her influence and strength. Leaving only Michael to stand and resist her. Pushing forward in his attempts to qualm his beloved wife in her time of need. It hurt him deeply to be this helpless, to not even have noticed her moral falling the more she helped others. The more she kept herself in the mix of things. In his mistake of not noticing, his wife had become a threat to the very clan she broke her back to protect and guide. A truly contradicting force to her goals and the life she wished to lead. But Michael wasn't one to give up so easily…
Michael: "Babe!! I won't allow you to stay alone through all this. Please, please just allow me to assist you. *STEP* Honestly, even if you say no, I'll still push through your storm and come to your aid. To your side, my love. *Step* … *STEP* Because I chose you to be my queen, someone as wonderful as you who could love a screw-up like me. I'd walk through a million battles with Atomen and then some in order to be there with you!! So help me help here, DANNAAAAAA!!!"
He started to lose ground as her strength had now increased once more. Bringing forth a new storm that now engulfed at least a quarter of the clan with her keep being its center.
Illektra: "I feel as though we should go and assist here."
Iyopptor: "Yes, let us go."
They blast off alongside many of the other leading House members. Heading towards the storm that now threatens the very livelihood of the clan. Watching as a face of pure dread and depravity shows itself in the storm. The eyes were closed, yet they still glowed red as if they were flaring up. The same could be seen happening with the mouth. It was a sign that Dannadise's emotions had fused to some of her conquered concepts and began to manifest as sentient essence. Essence in direct response to the negative feelings she now harbored. The storm attacked all within it and all outside who dared approach it. Quickly showing that the only ways to stop it would be to… allow the caster to stop it herself or. They kill the caster themselves. For if they do nothing, this cosmic anomaly made-up of negative emotions, wild concepts and essence would tear them all from this very existence. With Dannadise being stuck within its center where not even her kids, closest friends, nor her family could get to.
Iyopptor: "Tch… DANNADIIIISE!!!"
Dannadise: "Tss… everyone can just… disappear. Then, just then will I finally be… all…
Alone. Alone and away from the noise.
Next Chapter: Solutions to Solitude?
What Peace has in Store!