Sorry about the long break, had a lot going on in my life.
But now I should be back to regular schedule of updating.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Peace.
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[Bruce POV]
"Hmmm, this was not how I envisioned this going at all."
Standing in space, Bruce looked at the collapsing parts of space and the crumbling void all around him. This was thanks to him explaining to his family that he was about to leave them.
The entire Star Wars creation would have been destroyed if not for him keeping their wrath soley focused on him.
'What else should you expect Bruce.'
'They are part of your bloodline after all.'
He jokingly quipped to himself.
Taking a deep breath Bruce blew out a green wind from his mouth, that once it made contact with the creation it began healing it all.
"At least I consoled them enough to where it won't be such a bad parting." "At least I hope so."
Shaking his head a little, Bruce grinned a bit. All of a sudden, his eyes glazed over with a light green murky water. It as if he was looking at something or someone.
Which he was.
Then he gained a serious countenance and muttered, "So you went to that place huh?"
"Well, it will be a good place for her to grow in power at the least."
"Absolute Beings and Monarchs huh?"
Rubbing his hand together, Bruce ignored the sadistic urge to warp and break this new creation that his sight was on at the moment. This urge is one of the many things he doesn't quite like about the Eldritch beings.
It was like an all-consuming beast waiting to be unleashed.
But what could he do?
He was now one of them, and as much as he didn't like it, he has to deal with it. And that also entail's dealing with his truly troublesome siblings, who were constantly trying to communicate with him through the connection that all eldritch beings possess.
The connection was none other than the abyss, it not only served as a door to other planes, but also as a method of communication, but only for the truly powerful gods and monsters.
"Hmmmm," Pondering to himself, Bruce wondered if he should just go and observe that place Caiera was at, at least in the shadows.
Thinking of his current family debacle made him hesitate, but then his current timeframe didn't allow any feelings to survive currently.
"No helping it I guess," and with one last look to a certain place in the Stars Creation, he vanished into greenish black smoke.
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"He really left, didn't he mom?" Ela asked Force, who was currently stroking her daughter's milky white hair.
Force could only smile sadly, and say, "He has his reason's as to why, but I want you to know that he wouldn't leave you if he had a choice."
"And trust me," Her eyes gained a serious look as she said, "He doesn't."
After she spoke, she looked beyond her own creation and could feel may gazes on it, and on her.
But none made a move, as a greenish black dragon circled around it. The clutches of many horrid beings faded away. But Force could still feel their gazes.
She could only hope that Bruce would finish what he needs to do, and then come back quickly.
But she also needed to grow in her own power as well, at least to not be a burden. And to protect her kids.
Speaking of kids, Ela, the one in her arms currently has fallen asleep, and the other one. Tadi, well she was off in her on world, filled with rage and sadness.
Her power created a metaphysical and spiritual place that later be called the Darkside by many beings. Force could only silently lament at her kids and even herself.
Force looked up, as if she could see Bruce at the moment, and she said, "Be safe and return to us all my love."
Then she closed her eyes to rest her mind and origin.
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Traveling through the green streaks of light in a dark canvas, Bruce navigated his way through the pure darkness and the nothingness that filled up this place. He was currently traveling through the line between the Abyss and the lines that made up the outer void that separated the multiverses as a whole.
His eyes were locked in on a green thread of light that was left behind from the small dragon of destruction he placed inside of Cairea for protection and for him to be able to locate her.
He was so close and so far, that it drove him almost insane, well it would if not for his heritage having control over that concept.
Now he could go at a quicker speed, but he didn't want to draw to much attention, as he already had three gazes on him at the moment.
One was none other than his father, or rather one of his parents, Azathoth. Bruce almost vomited at this thought, and he could feel the joy of Azathoth the moment he thought it and almost vomited.
"Fucking king of creeps man, I tell you."
The other gaze was surprisingly, the One Above All himself. Quite a crazy thing to be honest.
This puzzled hi greatly, but he could feel no malic in his gaze. More like it was a protective or like a parent watching over his child traveling.
And the last one on him, as he made his way to the edge of his journey. And ripping it open for his passage, was none other than, "Of fucking course it's you, of all people."
Bruce body constricting, with greenish black lines appearing and running up and down his body like a cluster of nerves. It even went inside of his mouth and out back down underneath his throat.
Even his forehead elongated a bit, and an extra eye in the middle as greenish black lines sprawled out from them and went into his green eyes, which storming with a hidden, but seething rage as he spat out, "Nyarlathotep."
Yep, Bruce has made contact with none other than the one for his wife's current predicament.
The extremely tall and lanky dark-skinned man smiled as Bruce spoke his real name, his yellow, black, and red teeth, rotted but strong enough to devour whole multiverse if he saw fit widened open with joy.
His purple eyes sparkled with joy as he practically felt the rage and destruction radiating off of Bruce in waves, that would rip the fabric of the void they currently stood in if it kept on growing.
Which it was, as an invisible dragon's head manifested above Bruce's head and stared down at him.
A huge amount of destructive aura emanated from Bruce as he stared at Nyarlathotep. Even the outer Void they stood in began to shake and wail.
Wail!
Bruce was currently releasing a bit of his presence, it's what all Outer Gods did when they meet with an opposing force. Or when they just didn't like you.
But in some of their cases, they just loved causing mayhem and misery. Unfortunately, Nyarlathotep was at the top of the latter of beings of crave mayhem. He was the crawling chaos after all.
Looking at his brother's building destruction, and rage for him. Nyarlathotep's eyes swooned with love and joy, the sheer destructive aura coming off of Bruce was lovely to him. And not wanting to be outdone, he decided to release his presence as well.
With wicked grin, Nyarlathotep unleash a bit of chaos.
*Argrnnnn*
The Outer Void wailed, as a large, thick, veiny, blackish red chaotic aura emerged from him, and six blackish tentacles extended from his back.
This chaotic aura flooded the side of the OuterVoid that Nyarlathotep was on, while the part Bruce was on was flooded with a blackish green destructive power. Both sides claim a stake of the pie that was the void.
While simultaneously waking up all of the ancient beings and monsters that lived there.
And they did nothing but be quiet as they watched the confrontation, not trying to bring either Outer Gods attention to themselves.
Lest they be ruined.
Ignoring the leering gazes on him and Bruce, Nyarlathotep spoke in the original language every outer God knows.
[Imma write it English, but to outside ears, it sounds like glass breaking, and lighting striking, while a high-pitched scream echos continuously.]
Smirking, Nyarlathotep said, "calm yourself brother, or you'll threaten the very thing that you have come for."
Spreading his blacker than normal arms outward, Nyarlathotep continued speaking.
"And you wouldn't want your sons to grow up motherless...now," Cocking his neck and head left in a weird angle, he finished saying," Would you?" A black tentacle extended from his back as he spoke, pointing to the cluster of lights not far from them.
It circled around it like a predator surrounding its prey. Squeezing it and caressing it, while antagonizing Bruce in the process.
Bruce almost lost it and destroyed everything, if not for the link he felt with Cairea pulsate, bring his ruin and wrath back down to manageable levels. Even his presence receded a little bit.
Frowning a bit at this, Nyarlathotep's mood plummeted greatly with annoyance. As he was hoping to fight Bruce, so that his plan could begin anew.
He needed for Bruce to throw the first punch so that it could start. All Outer Gods had to abide by this rule, that surprisingly Azathoth declared not too long ago.
For what reason, only he knew. Not anyone else, but they all had to abide by this.
But he wouldn't give up that easily, and he decided to mock Bruce.
"Your no match for me currently." Nyarlathotep spoke mockingly, while grinning widely, showing off his rotten teeth.
Bruce snorted, and said, "No, but I can continuously make clones and bombard you with them until your avatar is nothing more than a rotting corpse."
As he spoke, he was curious as to why Nyarlathotep hadn't made a move. And instead, was trying to mock and play him into a rage, even his action of rubbing that creation Caiera was in was oddly out of character for him.
"It's like he is trying to pick a fight of all things. But wants me to throw the first punch." Bruce thought to himself as he listened to Nyarlathotep's little speech.
Why?
Why is he not attacking, or doing anything to me yet!
This thought plagued him, until he saw the slight annoyance on Nyarlathotep's face as he constantly looked back and force between him and the abyss.
Then it clicked!
"You're not allowed to attack me."
This one sentence, these few words shut up Nyarlathotep completely and made the Void freeze with an even more deathly quiet silence.
"You can't, can you?"
Bruce's green eyes sparkled as he spoke, and his conclusion was growing more and more correct in his mind by Nyarlathotep's silence. And his presence grew more robust in the Outer Void.
There was a very long silence, until Nyarlathotep clicked his teeth in displeasure, then he went right back to smiling widely. Raing his arms up in false pretense, Nyarlathotep said, "Ya got me bro."
"I'm stuck like chuck, as those specks of dust would say."
He was referring to the humans all across the Omegaverse.
Bruce stood in silence, his thoughts unknown to all but himself. Then he said, "Then fucking leave me be."
He said this in a plain tone of voice, one void of emotion. But his green eyes flickered with a bit of relief, just a little though.
And he was right.
Nyarlathotep's eyes narrowed as he looked at Brue, then at the creation Caiera was in. Then back and forth, again and again.
So much that his head was like a blur.
"Your no fun bro." He said, as his head stopped moving but was facing the creation, opposite of Bruce.
Who was ready to act at any time to grab that cluster of lights that housed this creation.
But his worries were unnecessary, to a degree.
As Nyarlathotep turned to look back at him, and he said, "Ok, I'll leave you be...for now."
"After all, you're going to have a wonderful time trying to reunite with your... lovely wife there."
Nyarlathotep's body began to disperse, but his voice still echoed all around the void saying, "Oh, yeah I left a few kids of mine for that place to play with."
"Hope you enjoy, Bruceeeeeeee." His voice end with a hiss and sounding playful.
And then, he was simply gone. In a grand explosion a cloud of tentacles and chaos broke out of the void and shot off only Nyarlathotep knew.
Bruce stood there for a really long time collecting himself. Purple reddish smoke began to expel out of him, and he stood there looking off in the far distance where Nyarlathotep went.
"When the main body wakes up, and the other half breaks free, your first on the list!"
All he got was a low chuckle, and a few words saying, "Then I'll be waiting Brucie boy!"
Bruce only snorted, then he withdrew his presence and looked at the cluster of light with a pensive gaze. He wondered how fucked up Nyarlathotep made this place.
Shaking his head and finished with expelling the last of the crawling chaos out from himself. Bruce covered his body with the eldritch darkness. And with a flash of greenish black light, he went into the creation of Monarchs and his wife.
They all better be prepared for Destructions arrival, especially one large red lizard.
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