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[CrimsonMoon]

" AND I'LL PULL THE VERY ROOTS OF YOUR EMPIRE FROM BENEATH YOU AND WATCH. YOU. COLLAPSE!" Udolf crossed his arm over his chest, staring at the creature with blazing blue eyes and snarlig," My name... Is Udolf... And I speak for the stars."

Blue pixels suddenly roared and exploded around the creature, the fury of the stars and blackness and light and life and death of the Universe ripped into the Empires' very core.

--

Above ground, the dirt and tombs suddenly reared and began to collapse.

[Light]

"BURN IN PURGATORY!" The angry, dying voices scream, "THERE WILL BE NO SAFE PLACE FOR YOUR PEOPLE! As we had torn the Time Lords apart--the human race shall fall into extinction!" They fall silent, the mass if concrete from the explosion falling to a standstill.

--

Cloud watches as a mushroom of dust explodes into the air, her fingers shielding her eyes from the debris. "... U-chan..." The victims of the Weeping Angels poison begin to awaken, or show signs of movement everywhere. The blue bulging veins faded away with the destruction of the Statues that had been manipulating it all. Wounds, and death though, remained...

[CrimsonMoon]

Udolf screams back into the dust," I'm not doing this for just MY race!" He feels more power surge beneath his dkin, fueled by all the destroyed worlds' fury and desire for vengeance," I'll make you suffer! I'll make your desendants have NOWHERE AS A SAFE HAVEN FROM ME!!" He roars, so caught up in his anger for Snow's death and Coenwulf's death... But this was retribution for every one who had died since he was a child...

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Hundreds of thousands of pixelated rings roared from beneath the mushroom cloud, the earth groaning as the pure energy tore it up. Dust kept coming in waves... If an apocalypse was anything like this...

--

Caoihme puts a hand on Cloud's shoulder, shielding her eyes,"... Cloud..." She mumbles softy, squinting against the dust," We can't stay here, we're too close..."

[Light]

Wind whips at the sparks, and the now intangible voices start laughing; the sound short and loud, as if they were mocking him.

--

"I know..." She clasps her hands in front of her, and bows her head slightly. "We should move... But I can feel him--he's so angry... Him, and the stars."

[CrimsonMoon]

Udolf suddenly stops, he freezes and his eyes slowly widen. His chest heaved and the pixels froze... The laughing... It struck deep... It struck hard. But...

" That was a mistake," he breathes, seeming to relax slowly... The fury was still there, worse than ever but... This had happened before, a young woman who killed the beast only to become a machine...

--

Caoi pauses and watches the frozen rings of light... She could hear the faintest laughing," They're tired... And when you're tired, you go to a peak of will and only there can you decide what you'll be..." She frowns and begins to pulls Cloud away, the troops nearby also retreating smoothly.

There were tears in the eyes of some of the soldiers, others looked incredibly exhausted while some just looked blank as slate. The Universe was tired... But so god damn angry..

[Light]

The air bends, and the malice and dull interest of the angels weaves a blank slate. 'You are the epoch of mistakes on your stars behalf.' The gaunt specters of the angels hiss.

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She trots after Caoi in a slow pace, trying to keep up. She casts one last look over her shoulder, her lips moving in an almost soundless whisper, "The best thing you can do is the right thing... The worst you can do is nothing... At least... We can always try to make it better, to win."

[CrimsonMoon]

Udolf throws his head back and laughs, a clear sound that struck through the debris and dust like bells tolling. He was laughing with pure happiness, tears glittered at the corner of his eyes," Then fix the Universe's mistake and kill me," he chortles, his eyes littering as he spreads his arms," isn't that why you exsist?"

[Light]

'We exist... Mistake...' The sounds deepen, twisting and turning around him as if they were circling... 'Not as you do, a lapdog, following orders and whims--but as destroyers. You are the stars mistake, and we will destroy you, to destroy THEM.'

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh my dear foe..." Udolf cooes, approaching the mass and reaching out to it delicately," You need to stop talking and get it over with, and besides... The Stars didn't make me who I am... I did, i am merely their voice," he reaches out toward the mass and smiles faintly," I want peace... But you're Shiva... Sadly this Universe isn't yours to destroy..."

[Light]

"Being its voice is just the same as being its little puppet. Dance and bleed for it all you want, believing yourself to be what ever words and fantasies you have conjured up--" Stone lips, multiple faces upon one another, sneering with just as much emotion as a rock, "it will be quite satisfying, for us, and those waiting in the beyond for their turn to play to watch this folly."

[CrimsonMoon]

Udolf smiles and with tired eyes murmurs," It's better to be a puppet for the Universe then be a mere machine..." He touches the warping face's forehead,"... You're a puppet too... But you know that don't you?"

[Light]

"We know we are." The stone solidifies and remains warped into the scowling snarl. "But not for the stars."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Than who? Do you even know..?" Udolf asks quietly, pressing his fingers against the stone

[Light]

"Wouldn't you and your stars like to know:" the stone muses in a dry, old echo. "Your race is not equipped with the right understanding to tell you of it, anyways."

[CrimsonMoon]

" if we were so primitive, you would have left us alone," Udolf murmurs, squinting at the face,"... Why can't we speak as stringless puppets? For a moment..."

[Light]

The mass falls silent, the voices echoing faintly in the air, "...We understand what you ask. We may be able to... Ignore it. We just do not see any reason as to why we should. There would be no benefit for either side."

[CrimsonMoon]

" i want to stay within exsistance as much as you do... We might as well open up before hurlin ourselves into Oblivion..."

[Light]

It's stone head curves inwards, its scowl turning into a twisted grimace of sorts, "Oblivion is the end; and the end means no more. Why run from it?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" We aren't running from it, but to it, stopping at the edge and conversing before diving in," Udolf shrugs, withdrawing his hand

[Light]

"Diving?" The stone voice rasps, thousands slowly dwindling down to one... "Or are we being pushed in?... Being destroyed here... You are correct--we do not welcome it. But we are not afraid of it, because we began, thousands of years ago, a long, long campaign. One that, if it were to end, many would rejoice--your people being one of them."