“Kia Ragel signing in!” The reporter was standing in one of the Florian slums, his microphone buzzing as he stared at the lens recording. “Just arriving in the aftermath of Samiel’s detruction only hours afterward!

  The world of Floria is now— it’s now. It’s hell on earth! It’s hell! Many casualties! This is an omen of war! Samiel Guildford, God of Monsters and Matter has waged war on every world! Hours ago, she decimated this entire world into atoms! Hell! Smaller as nothing even exists anymore except for a couple of landmarks!

  Let’s pray to God and see where that’ll take us otherwise this may spell the end for all of existence.

  I am Kia Ragel and this has been WonderLand news!”

  ~“Hahaha. Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha!”~

  A speaker blowed out music in the vibrant club. The God’s castle being transformed into this night space as all of his Slavi and Pucks excluding Hecate and Lichness were dancing to loud music.

  ~“I’m laughing to the bank like ha-ha ha!”~

  The centre was housing the DJ, alongside the radio set blaring music. Surrounding this centre in a circular formation were seperate lounges, full of their own distinctive radiant couches and tables housing liquour. At the sides of each were bars, both seperate but holding a waiter dressed in blazing cyberware. Billards on the right side, a dance floor with a retro theme on the left. A stage platform next to the DJ’s set as all the storage equipment and toilets were kept underneath hidden by an upstairs that led to a balcony view.

  Medea was sitting in one of the lounges, his arms outstretched on the neon couch as he was wearing colourful rings around his neck. His gaze turned to the left and right as both Ivory and Ozymandias, who was now wearing a leaf crown of thorns, were chuckling. A metal arm attached to his right after the fight with Lichness. There were small walls covering the sides of the couch, encompasing it in a cube-esque pattern. The flooring of the nightclub was pristine and vivid glass however they were extremely and durable.

  “My people! Look at that! That damn bastard Thidos lost!” The God pointed to a screen hanging from above, playing Kia’s report. He then looked down from the centre and gave a nod to the DJ.

  ~“I’m laughin’ at these lames like ha-ha-ha”~

  “You’re in a happy mood my lord.” Famine brushed his skull, walking to the God from the side holding a journal. A brown book clutched in his right claws as his sockets illuminated in Medea’s face. The consistent flashing of lights masquerading his bloodcurdling smile.“Oh hoh!” Medea grinned, “Why wouldn’t I? You saw the news right? I had to let out the party for this!”

  “You are remembering about our little deserter right?” Famine sighed, he flicked his left ring finger around. A ballpoint purple pen warping into existence as he clutched it and began to hastily write in his journal. Each stroke against the pages made a ripping sound, cutting into the instrumentals playing in the background.

  “Don’t try downing the mood.” Medea joked, he tilted his head to Ozymandias. The King of Kings pouted his lips and bowed his head, his eyes twisted into shame as he shook his head.

  ~“Ha ha ha!”~

  “You let yourself be beaten by a puck.” Famine sighed. He turned his head away from the Second Slavi and stared at the screen. No longer playing Kia’s report but an advertisement held by Lianous Cragis.

  “It was a couple days ago. That darn skeleton got me out with sheer luck!” Ozymandias puffed his chest and raised his head, the grassy crown bumping up and down his head as he chuckled. “You did say he was extremely capable didn’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t really want an old friend of mine to die brutally anyway.” The Ghoul turned his head back to Ozymandias, before his eyes set on Ivory. “Do you have any idea of where Gabriel Khan and the Imp went?”

  ~“Ha ha ha!”~

  The First Slavi chuckled, he tapped his top lip before smiling. Holding his lip as a dastardly toothy grin ripped across his face. “They are upstairs. Looking at the view of course, Lord Medea is really extravagant with his power.”

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  “Hehe!” The God snickered as he patted Ivory’s head. Ruffling his hair and giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Kiss of God! Take that as your blessing my first one.” His eyes then laid on Famine, “Don’t tell me you are going to seriously waste this celebration on serious matters.”

  “I must!” Famine stomped on the glass, no creak or mark made on the reflection as he shot a glare at Medea.

  ~“Ha ha ha!”~

  “Don’t worry! I have everything sorted out. Today’s Wednesday correct? So I ascertain that by Friday, Ostra will have legions of Thidos’ old court at our feet grovelling.” The God’s bulky fingers pointed to the ground. His white eyes glew a tint as he then fluckered with his hair messily. The azure hair forced into a slickback revitalised into a moderate sized shag. His hair gripping at his neck as he gave a chuckle to Famine. “You likey?”

  “Just don’t lose yourself. Losing yourself is what happened to Thidos.” Famine itched his collar before beginning to walk away, as he passed another individual walked in his place. Silent footsteps but his visage still visible.

  Medea averted his gaze— chuckling with his Slavi, “My advisor is so caring is he not?” He then pointed to the table. The circular round glass table had a line of white powder laid across.

  “Dig in boys. It’s pure coke.” Medea smirked as he was about to lean in but…

  “Lord.” A voice reinvigored the God of Phantasms as he gave a coarse smile to the figure who called. A stocky orange goblin clad in punk clothing

  ~“Ha ha ha!”~

  “Oh it’s you! Mog!” Medea flung his arms back, holding both Ivory and Ozymandias’ neck with his elbows as his eyes fluttered. “You like the music?”

  The two Slavi grimaced as they looked at him.

  Mog thought, folding his arms as his gloves scratched against his ziptie. The spiked shoulder pads glinting with the flashing lights.

  “Yeah, who made it?” He spoke in a somber tone.

  ~“I’m flexing on these lames, like ‘ha ha ha’!”~

  “Don’t worry! It’s an old world classic—” Ozymandias was nudged in the foot by Medea’s leg. The God coughed before speaking.

  “Don’t worry, just know that my historian picked it out before he was murdered ruthlessly. Rest in Peace to Gilgamesh.” Medea blew out air, “But we shouldn’t let somber times get to us in the moment of celebration!”

  ~“I’m walking in the bank like, ‘ha ha ha’!”~

  Ivory moved closer from the right hand side, giving a seat for Mog to sit in. A comfortable soft bouncy sensation from the couch.

  “Glory to Ostra!” Medea raised his right fist. The others following and chanting so as well.

  Gabriel was leaning at the edge of the balcony.

  It was a flat surface of grey underneath him, bumbling and thudding. The square base had iron poles on the edges, they formed into a fence. There were no seats, just a stage with no performers.

  “Gabriel. It’s funny how we haven’t had a conversation by ourselves in a while.” The Imp nodded his leg against the Fourth Slavi’s thigh, his horns touching tips at Gabriel’s fur-coat before he backed away a bit when Gabriel turned around.

  “I remember when we first met.” Gabriel’s mask tilted upward, staring at the dark sky— stars twinkling.

  “How I sent a spear through your chest?” Zero slipperly spoke but with tardiness. His eyes no longer held flames of spiral or divinity just nothing. His posture deterioated as his neck lunged forward, his body panting.

  Gabriel chuckled softly, “It was a fight to say the least.” He cupped his chin as his sight then set on the Imp, “What’s with you?”

  “I mean.” Zero sighed, “I was meant to be the Savior.”

  “The Savior?”

  “Yes. The Savior of Invalia. I was destined to resurrect the spiral within all of the surviving Invalians and yet I’m nothing.”

  “Do you even care for Invalia?”

  Zero paused.

  “No..

  I never cared or could care for Invalia. Nil Aries, God rest her soul was right—”

  “She’s dead?” Both sides of Gabriel’s masks turned into an immediate frown.

  Zero nodded, “It’d make no sense if she was not. I saw her ‘ghost’.

  But back on topic, I lied about being the only Invalian survivor— it’d justify my rage, especially since Invalians were basically only around on that world. That desolate world. It’d be easier for me to say that I’m something I’m not.

  But I’m no longer the Savior. I no longer hear voices— I can’t tell if they left me due to thinking I’m not evil enough or that…”

  “You used to be an evil son of a bitch.” Gabriel chuckled, “Now you are some depressed demon.”

  Zero stared at the stars. “I guess so. I guess so man.”

  “You need to love yourself! Don’t see yourself as better than a psychotic Imp?”

  “Being a psychotic Imp is the fucking appeal! Nobody wants to see the Invalian Mutilator as some crybaby! I’m the original fucking edgelord… but what am I now? I’ve went through so much shit, my mind’s all fucked up and I don’t even know how to unscramble it. Fucking eggs.

  I’m the Invalian Mutilator.

  I’m the Savior.

  I’m the Last Invalian Survivor.

  I’m the Imp.

  I’m Zero.

  I’m the Insect.

  I am the True Devil.

  I’m all of these names that don’t belong to me but I belong to them. When the hell was Zero my name, adopted for what? I have no name— I have no soul anymore. Who can love this? I can’t love this! Not even my fucking girlfriend could!”

  “Pal?” Gabriel stumbled forward.

  “We were never friends. You know that especially…” The Imp turned his back, “I have no more souls— I am now only me. The Imp of Invalia. But I’ll tell you something about this beyond global threat named Samiel.

  She’s my ex girlfriend and….

  Eliza and that Damn Melissa Guildford from the Reprisal were some split versions of that bitch.”

  Thank you for reaching the end of this chapter!

  A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.

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  More chaos awaits next chapter, "Chapter 96: The Mad Tea Party`."