WorldJoiner is a predator if Abaddon has ever seen one.
She is physically imposing for a woman. She stands nearly as tall as he, with ashen brown skin that is a mix of green, red, and black skin.
Her long black hair his untad and wild. It travels far down her back and nearly reaches the odd tail swishing behind her back.
Her face is frightening. Perhaps it was a beauty once worthy of renown, but now, her expression was twisted into a more permanent scowl. Her jagged teeth seed to be permanently twisted into a smile of bloodthirst.
Horns curl out of the top of her head, but they are neither demonic nor draconic. Her ears are sharp like blades, sticking out from the thick blankets of her hair and giving her a slightly mystical appearance.
Her clothing resembles a simple dress, but instead of lacy fabric or cotton, it is made of so sort of hard, armored material.
Her hands are bound in spiky tal gauntlets.
She wears no shoes, allowing her four-toed feet to be free and unrestrained. The talons that she wags in the air seem to be weapons of their own.
Abaddon and his wives know instantly.
This woman is a monster like nothing they have ever seen before.
The gods may not be able to tell how terrible the arriving force is just yet, but they do know that the army she has arrived with dwarfs all of their forces combined.
That was more than enough to cause them to panic.
"What is that?!"
"Whose army is this!?"
"W-We’re being attacked!"
The woman disappears from the sky and reappears on the floor of the hall with almost no delay.
She steps around the assembled gods, looking over every one of them with a pair of burning orange eyes.
Her smile grows wider as she rubs her throat.
"Ah... Hello? Is that the word?" She speaks in English as if it is uncomfortable. Almost like her throat has difficulty forming the language.
"I am Dhalica. Breaker of Chains. Severer of Laws. Champion to the Scarred. Joiner of Worlds. And I have co for this Aeon’s Omniarch."
She turns to Asherah and holds out her arms.
"You seem to be the one these mudbugs all revere... Rejoice, worm. I have co to bring you an offer of glory and fire the likes of which..."
Her eyes flutter a bit as she realizes that Asherah is too weak to be her prize.
It is not long before she starts to beco visibly angry.
"You... you are not what I seek. How dare you sit here and vaunt yourself above the truly strong!" Dark green spittle flies from beyond her lips. "Weak, detestable, mud bug of a being! So fragile I could smite you with a breath! So weak you could be dead within my next blink!"
Abaddon sees sothing he is completely unused to.
For the first ti ever, Asherah looks afraid of sothing.
That simple fact is more than enough for Abaddon to desire to act.
A pink box is placed around WorldJoiner before she can co any closer to Asherah.
It is a mistake.
She notices him finally, and it is evident that she is baffled that he escaped her gaze beforehand.
She raises a talon and points at him.
"You... You may be worth sothing. An absence. That is what I sense in you. I’ve felt this before. I have felt you watching ."
Naturally, the other primordial gods begin to crowd around Abaddon and his wives.
Shiva, despite his weakness, appears just as ready for a confrontation as any of them.
"Who is this, Abaddon..? Why does she say you have been watching her?"
Abaddon’s jaw sets in place.
"...She cos from beyond. I felt her enter our domain and have been observing her, but I know not why she is here." He lies.
Worldjoiner grins.
"Hard of hearing inside this domain, are we..? I’ll say it again, so listen to clearly."
Abaddon is baffled when the woman bites his barrier and tears it apart with her yellow teeth.
Not only him, but everyone else in the hall is aptly shocked by the sight.
She raises her head to the sky.
"Listen plainly, mudbugs! I co here seeking the greatest among you to be vanquished or dwell underneath my heel!"
"A pity about that then."
Lucifer finally speaks up, and when WorldJoiner’s eyes settle on him, there is a montary flicker of interest.
He stands, leaning against his throne with his hands inserted into his pockets.
"I don’t much feel like living underneath anyone’s heel anyti soon. Nor do I really feel like being vanquished by any no-na savage."
WorldJoiner hones her focus in on Lucifer.
"You claim to be the Omniarch?"
"I have no idea what that ans."
"The most supre force. An aeon’s sword, the being to which they have entrusted their greatest power."
Several individuals in the crowd swallowed.
So of them kept their eyes on Lucifer. But others find themselves glancing at Abaddon...
"...I am my father’s mightiest son, yes." Lucifer admits. "Would you perhaps like an autograph-"
"I’m sorry... I must ask you to leave."
Worldjoiner glances over her shoulder.
Buddha is larger than life.
He looms above even WorldJoiner’s army as a giant golden effigy, as glorious and powerful as he is terrifying.
He effortlessly makes every being inside the chamber look small.
"You interfere with sacred proceedings." His voice reverberates around in the skulls of everyone present. It is a nauseatingly negative force.
"I will ask you but once to take your army and depart from this place. Otherwise, I will see you subdued through force of-"
"Exxos. Avos."
Two nas slip from Worldjoiner’s lips.
In the sky, two of her great generals fly at Buddha with zero delay.
The brow of the supre being furrows deeply.
He raises his palm and brings it down upon the heads of the attacking forces like a heavenly calamity.
It seed as if the sun was falling from the sky. In the stands, several deities and Odie had to cover their eyes to avoid irreparable damage to their eyesight.
However, as Buddha’s palm prepares to deliver judgnt, Worldjoiner’s forces rip through his hand as if it were made of papier-mache.
From there, Abaddon sees sothing he believed he would never witness.
Buddha bleeds.
The two generals puncture his hand like bullets. As they rip through the inside of his hand, deep cuts appear all along the surface of his skin.
They co through the back of Buddha’s hand, their bodies glowing and free of his blood.
Together, the two generals grasp hands, and their glow intensifies.
They beco a terrible swirling vortex of energy.
Everyone is too stunned to move.
As they slam into Buddha’s face, his head goes flying back.
The old man loses his golden glow and begins falling backward, shrinking to his diminished form.
"NO!"
From Buddha’s pantheon, a familiar voice springs out.
Wukong vaults out of the stand using his staff.
As he flies through the air, his body is surrounded by a golden glow, and he bursts into his true appearance, complete with his golden armor and a red cloth.
He swings his staff at WorldJoiner’s head.
Abaddon notices a gleam in her eye, and all of his senses scream at him at once.
"YOU IDIOT! GET DOWN!"
Abaddon tackles Wukong out of the way.
Just as he knocks the monkey aside, the wives and the other primordials take cover.
A horrific explosion seizes the entire stadium.
It is as great as the one produced during Abaddon’s battle with the ophanim.
The fabric of the realm is almost shredded apart. It is nothing shy of a miracle that the entire plane has not collapsed.
Asherah opens her eyes slowly, her ears ringing as blood streams from them.
Above her head, she can see the face of her son, fraught with worry.
She wonders if it is a dream. It certainly feels like one.
Slowly, she reaches out to touch his face, but he pulls away before she can do so.
In the stands, Odie was having a similar experience.
The only difference was that it was her brother, Straga, who had made the move to protect her.
He pushed her hair out of her face as she hyperventilated.
She saw his lips moving, but she couldn’t hear anything he was saying over all of the ringing.
But suddenly, she was pulled through a portal into sowhere much less dangerous. However, her brother does not follow her.
Similarly, Asmodeus sends his wives away, along with the youngest children in the family, in an effort to keep them safe.
"Is all within this realm so fragile??"
Worldjoiner holds her hands up to the crowd again, as her army sings her praises.
"I offer but a tap, and the world itself quakes with a brush of my power! How desperately do you all need ! Otherwise, you may never co to know strength! Security!"
Slowly, Worldjoiner turns back to Lucifer with an enormous smile.
"It seems to that you all were talking about sothing interesting before I announced myself. Are you in need of last-minute participants?"
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