It was night with no moon present in the star filled sky. Dark clouds were hovering over the mainland in the distance. A few flashes of lightning were seen within the distant storm front. The beginning of a early summer storm in this world. The wind was causing the Druuk Island's coastal tide to become much higher and fiercer. The wind was blowing but not yet had the storm reached Druuk Island itself. It was here, on a Isle known for housing some of the worst criminals and unsavory scum on the east cost of the continent. That a winged looking dark figure was standing on a overlooking peak. Silver hair was blowing with each gust of the approaching storm wind. Entirely in dark and elegant clothing. The only color that truly stood out against the entirely dark backdrop was two piercing red eyes. A demon or shadow monster? A Vampire or a ghost? All were wrong but close... it was Merkaba the dark witch that had come to this dimension, the 33rd. To fulfill her self made prophecy. To turn the world entirely over to her dark gods under her reign. To begin the Great Transference. The foretold event that she had promised her prime dimensional followers. To bring them to this world and to take them ever closer to the dark gods themselves. The witch was different then usual tonight. Those around even without magical power would be able to feel the dark mana raging around the peak even if it could not be seen. The dark witch had her arms folded tightly under her chest and her Malefic dress blew in a unnatural way. Her head was bent downward some. her lips stiff and unmoving. Not a blink or breath was noticeable. Her mind was elsewhere. Elizabeth had logged out of this world for a time earlier. Considering what had happened in the past day or so. She also had made a little more progress in the lab with multidimensional research. However there was a very large problem still. Tonight in this world. She would dwell on it and plan her next step. What to do and how to do it. Using the darkness and stronger presence of mana to aid her thoughts. No matter how intelligent or how much power she may be gaining. It did not change one important fact this very moment. Merkaba was extremely angry. It took much to get her emotional. Even when she felt strong emotion like now... she would not show it. However... this anger was causing her very mana to boil over. She had not even held a ritualistic offering (usually a dog or cat) in the prime yesterday to her dark gods. Dark gods... For the first time Elizabeth felt betrayed by them. They had chosen to allow such a meager and pitiful creature to defeat her? In that battle... The Bloodied Queen of Spiders. A mockery of a dark noble creature it was. Merkaba had only decided to play with the creature, watch it squirm. Then it seemed something went wrong. How did she perish there? From such a desperate and lesser being? It did not hold her gods in higher esteem than she. No yet it still bested her. What was this folly, this mockery, this... betrayal of her dark faith? Even if it was a test. She could feel that a curse of sorts was placed upon her. This was also the fault of the false gods. The game creators that attached the two dimensions together with their full dive technology. This was unacceptable. Merkaba found herself alone for the first time. Truly alone. Not guided by her gods with this. What if... what if they were false too? The dark gods she followed were from the prime dimension. So... perhaps she would find the proper ones here? Or perhaps she should be her own god. The thought was enticing to the dark lady. How could she use the dark gods, the game creators, and her own ambitions to the fullest? All of these thoughts rolled around in her head tonight. All being muddled by her ever growing anger over the shame of that day. Wretched 'players' dancing around in this world and not understanding the truth, wretched creator gods, making a mockery of this land, wretched dark gods that forsook her. Most of all, her own wretched inability to surpass the monster, even if she was caught unprepared. It was unlike her. It was time for a change, time for a more streamlined goal and to begin the path to it. Death, agony and destruction were going to be the only retribution for this. Her entire body glowed into the night as she went over her thoughts. She closed her eyes, and the glowing the ceased. Control was going to be important. It always was. Her power was ready for the next step anyway. No need to lose control of it before hand. Random destruction was not the goal. Not yet anyway. First was the Crystal Skull of Ny-Rakath. Then her sacrificing of human souls to the darkness. It mattered not who claimed them once they were there. Finally she must find the true demons of this world and align herself with them. Use their power for her own ends. All the while gathering together the most tainted of those in this world to join with those she brings over from the other. The rise of her Dark Babylonian Kingdom was about to begin. The journey begins with a single step.... [Complete]
