Naymedo looked back.

"So you're saying we just sit and wait for this to become more of a disaster? I don't know about you three, but I'd prefer to help him get over his traumatic childhood than to sit around helplessly."

Sub-Pyros sighed. "I would love to stop Raiden just as much as you do, but there are things best left untouched. Solving Pyros's mental anguish won't make him any more or less powerful. Odds are, it will make him weaker. In an ordered world, such as Raiden strives for right now, Pyros would be weaker."

Sub flicked a button on the remote and the TV's image changed to that of when Pyros was shown to Raiden and Co.

"Pyros is the youngest of the Creator's gods, and one of the youngest gods of that period. He wasn't even be able to fight Raiden when Raiden was normal. And yet now he boasts strength great enough to challenge normal Raiden. Not this UberRaiden, though. His insanity has driven him to reach greater heights than the order the creator created would allow him, which in turn has also created the very chaotic world we live in. Perhaps, eventually he will come to grips with his own insanity. But as he is now, he stands a better chance. So leave him be."

Sub-Pyros flicked the channel back to the live feed, as Pyros watched the others do their myriad 'surefire' plans to destroy Raiden.

"Mmmm...good sake."

"Then there is no way for me to help here. Tyrant's minions have probably already turned back. I'll see if I can help somewhere else."

Naymedo left Pyros' mind and flitted about, finally settling into Mesia's head.

"...GET OUT OF HERE YOU FOOL! I'VE HAD ENOUGH PROBLEMS ALREADY WITHOUT ANOTHER PIECE OF YOU!" Came the immediate response.

Naymedo simply sat quietly, making his power available to the goddess if she wanted it. He knew that she was upset with him becuase of the attempt on the gate, but perhaps if he was able to explain later she'd only be angry at Tyrant.

Raiden was being attacked by incredible offenses on all sides. Mesden was grinding her hand into the back of his neck, tearing through his defenses. Meanwhile, Dragonsbane was attempting to force him into a single physical body.

They were both powerful, and DB had the conceptual powers on his side...but Raiden was a concept as well.

His rune lashed out at DB's attempts, quickly rewriting the rules of the technique as quickly as the rules changed from its evil nature. Instead, he transferred the power of the attack over to Mesden, releasing himself from her hold.

He moved quickly off to the side, regenning the damage done to him.

"You may be a defender of evil, but I am a keeper of order. You intend to alter the greatest form of order? How prideful a move that was."

IC pounced then, having been holding himself up on the ceiling for a while now. After his flashy entrance and charge, when Raiden let loose that wave attack, IC had launched to the ceiling to avoid it, and held there until he saw his moment, and that moment was now.

As Raiden finished off the last of his sentence, IC swung with the Wind Edge, having launching himself from his position as Raiden stepped to the side, aiming for where he was going, and striking for the head.

Haeru found herself standing in a strangly black world. There was no light, and though she could feel ground beneath her, she could not see it, though her own body was completely clear to her. She turned to look about and saw a stark white shadow of herself cast on the ground--it was featureless. Indeed, the only thing marking it as ground at all was the shadow. It looked almost like a tear in reality. Nothing was revealed.

"Well you certainly got more attractive," came a strangely familiar voice from behind her, "...I wonder if it would be incest or masturbation..."

She turned, pulling her guns out as she did so, but all she saw was herself... before Rhiya's chaos wave had affected her. The other her stood a ways away wearing a T-shirt and jeans with an odd smile on his face.

"...The hell...?" she asked no one in particular, the confusion evident in her face and voice.

He ignored the question however and walked forward, "But you've given up, too. Let yourself lay here dying... or maybe you're already dead. I haven't checked recently..."

"What?"

"You gave up. You're dyi..." his eyes glazed over for a second as and his gaze seemed to move through her, only to suddenly refocus, "No. No, you're dead. Very very dead. You stopped fighting."

"And what am I supposed to do?! He tore me apart, even with all the power from the bracelet, I never stood a chance... and he must have fixed my rune like he sa..." she started only to be cut off by the sound of short loud laughter.

"Fixed your rune? You never had any broken runes... YOU broke that, and it's only remained fixed because YOU gave up and allowed yourself to die... you know, it wouldn't have been necessary under normal conditions, but that goddess of spirits or whatever asinine thing Thomas made, she put your rune back how it was... and then you 'fixed' it again. Subconciously. You. Gave. Up. It's pathetic really... I never remembered being such a pussy," his voice moved from happy to disgusted and angry.

"I couldn't fight him anymore... I don't have anything to fight him with... Even Mauve Mage could fight him better than I could at this point, and all she's been good for is collecting gore from my kills!"

The other Krylo sighed, "That's entirely untrue. Let me explain something to you... you aren't like the others. They're characters created by players. Players of a massive game. Myself and Thomas and a few others... we're the 'coders' the 'creators' the 'adminship' if you will. There's one higher than all of us who forbid us to take direct control... that's why Raiden exists, but I'm sure you know that. However, what you may not know is that Raiden went on a rampage like this once before, and it took our direct interference to stop him. ...Other Gods were created by Thomas. Beings unruled by players and far too powerful to be left to their own devices..."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard the history of Godhood, blah blah blah," Haeru replied getting a bit irritated, "What's your point?"

The man just chuckled again, "My point is this... You're neither a god, nor a normal mortal. You're an avatar. I coded myself into this system... and that's you. You have some limited control of your own rune system, even without me, as a side effect... meaning you didn't have to die. You could have just altered your rune back through force of will, but you didn't. However, that's not important. What's important is that you're a part of me... and I'm a creator..."

"What...?"

"You'll understand in a minute... just walk over here and take my hand. There's a superpowerful being that needs to be stopped... before it kills your friends. They really don't stand a chance against it..."

"You may be a defender of evil, but I am a keeper of order. You intend to alter the greatest form of order? How prideful a move that was."

With this, Phoenix the Raksha lunged forward at Raiden's exposed side, taking the beleaugered thundergod by yet another flanking angle. The blue-crystal blade of Absolution of Desire sang through the air with the sound of fine crystal grinding agaisnt steel.

"Keeping it all for youself, are you? Order is subjective by nature, as is chaos. You fight for nothing. That is why you must die, for you have exceeded your usefulness." She explained calmly.

In a faroff plane of existance, a lone figure sat in near darkness. The only light that existed in this place at this precise moment in time was a soft blue glow radiating from a rectangular screen, which the person seemed to be watching. The cool light reflected off the figure's facial features, revealing it to be a woman who slightly resembled Mauve. Blue light glinted off the lenses of her eyeglasses as the Creator lazilly scanned through various goings-on in several dimensions, as they appeared in little windows on the glowing screen.

If someone was watching over the Creator's shoulder, they would notice that one of the smaller windows showed Mauve Mage, just standing around as Raiden and the other forumites did their various things. But the Creator was paying very little attention to this particular window.

On a much larger window near the center of the screen, Haeru was having a chat with her Creator. Originally, Mauve's Creator had pulled the scene up on the monitor because it wasn't often that one of her kind had a heart-to-heart with their creations. It was against the rules. Now, however, the lady Creator was watching because Haeru had unknowingly hit a nerve.

"...Even Mauve Mage could fight him better than I could at this point, and all she's been good for is collecting gore from my kills," the woman pouted. The Real Krylo just sighed in disappointment. The Real Mauve, however, had stronger feelings. In other dimensions, several of her less-important creations became violently ill as an after-effect of her irritation.

Muttering obscenities to herself, the Creator tapped a few keys on the death-black keyboard. A small white window popped up on the screen. Her long fingers moved quickly across the keys:

"NOTE TO SELF: WHEN KRYLO/HAERU REGAINS MALE GENITALIA, HAVE MAUVE KICK HIM. HARD."

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Meanwhile, in the battlefield, Mauve wondered why she had the sudden urge to set fire to Haeru's bloody corpse.

After Pyros had thrown Ecurt with such an undignified manner into his portal, he had thought that would have been the end of the travelling. However, instead of appearing right before Pyros' father, he instead discovered himself at the entrance of the God's Pantheon.

"Somehow...I pictured this place different." Indeed, he had expected something out of a Disney movie, with clouds and Roman architecture, and people in togas. Instead, he found himself in a wide open area filled with fountains of ambrosia, grand tables of food, and strange art pieces-if anything, it looked to be sort of a museum banquet-and the people walking around, chatting with each other, and staring at Ecurt were dressed very modern (though, why so many of them looked like Krylo, he did not bother to ask-some things were better left unanswered).

Of course, there was more to the God's Pantheon than just that place; halls leading to many different rooms could be seen, while in the very center was a giant staircase that seemed to go up to nowhere. Without a doubt, it led to a VIP lounge, where the person he was looking for must be.

"Let's go." he said, suddenly helping up Pedro and Twiddy, after they too had been thrown into this realm. "It's time to meet the big...Twiddy, what're you doing here?"

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Pyros thought he had gotten away. Well, he was wrong. Just when he thought he was safe to sip his sake, a cane emerged from the portal and pulled him in by his neck.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Godly!
 

"HEY!" Pyros growled when he went through the still open portal. "Knew I shoulda closed that..."

Pyros calmly dusted himself off and capped his bottle of sake. "Fine. Fine. If you want me present at your funeral, then very well. Just don't expect me to intercede on your behalf. Unless of course, you got something to bargain with. And take note I'm facing Twiddy on this because I KNOW you don't have anything Ecurt."

Despite the fact it was largely Pyros's own doing for that, he led them down the Auroralian manor. "Take note this place's insides are largely dependant on the person watching them, other than their clothes and the strange pieces of art. They have no taste at all, huh?"

Pyros stopped to grab a leg of lamb as they kept going past countless tables and a myriad of gods. "Also, it don't always have this much food. Today's Gorgonspielocknessday, commemoration of when the Creator of the southwestern hemisphere got tired of being booted aroud by the creator you want to talk to, and created boxing gloves. Shoulda seen the fight. It was like Jackie Chan Vs. Bruce lee! Except both fighters sucked ass."

It seemed as if there was nothing in this world but tables, gods, and fraternizing, but Pyros continued to lead them around. Finally, it did seem that the surroundings had changed somewhat, and the food and ornations seemed to reflect that of the Japanese+ gods, In this case Raiden and Co. It would be noted that the tablecloths were the same color as Mesden's dress, and there was an enormous amount of Candles with larger than normal flame. Of course, these were the tofu candles, and hardly in honor of anything.

The bastards.

It was here that the trio bumped into some well known faces. Suijin, who'd featured somewhat in NPFAVA2:LuvLuvAsheth, was the first to spot the out of place visitors.

"PYROS! What? Why? AGAIN?" Suijin stammered, as she wore what could only be described as a catholic schoolgirl/Swedish clog dancer outfit. "Pyros! You can't keep bringing mortals up here when I'm not in my toga! It's bad enough that three of my largest cults were disbanded after I dressed up as Britney Spears last halloween..."

"See guys? I told you, no taste whatsoever. They mostly wear on earth what humans expect them to wear, not what they actually like to wear. Also, I have always found that rule to suck ass. You think I always like to be wearing Cloud's outfit in battles? Well, I do, but sometimes it get's sweaty and the smell starts to get to me."

"And what are THEY doing here? Aren't those the mortals from that horrid trip to Poseidon's castle? Why do you bring the sight of them to my vision! I think I'm going to vomit! That's it, next Tsunami that's made i'm telling the survivor's it's all Pyros's fault!"

Edit: Woot! 100th post! I'd like to thank Ecurt, who should totally put me in his next NPF SPOTlight, Raiden, for being sparky, and Krylo, for enforcing a 100 post limit!