Hide and Seek

Earth.



The space ship carrying the enigmatic King of the Aesir reached Earth's solar system three years earlier than projected. Mithrandir had made some modifications of his own to the ship that enabled it to reach speeds otherwise not "safe" according to Aesirian protocol. It was madness to him that a race of immortals was so cautious. Perhaps it was the trauma of being stuck in suspended animation for thousands of years. It reminded them of their fallbility; of their ability to die.
The crystaline ship was certainly followed, but it would take Galadriel two more years to reach Earth if he kept the same speed of travel. Mithrandir had been having strange dreams recently, not only of a young Maleldil, but other strange visions he could not quite decipher. The dream tellers were not able to satisfy him in interpreting the man he'd been seeing in his visions. Prognostication was not exactly an ability of the Galagan, but he certainly wasn't adverse to believing that he might have tapped into a kind of vision or perspective that only unique dojutsu could afford a person. He'd been seeing a man in his dreams. A man clothed in lightning all around to the point where his face was undiscernable. Mithrandir would approach the man, but before he could find out who he was something else appeared; a beast. An enormous creature unlike anything he'd even seen on Aedin emerged from the depths below, rampaging towards him while the man in lightning stood unmoving, unwavering. The vision would usually end there, and he'd awake the worried looks on the faces of his guards who stood just outside his bedroom.

Now, he awoke in the lower level of the ship to the sound of silent alarm as the crystalline spacecraft entered Earth's atmosphere.


Smoothly gliding through the cloud cover, Mithrandir rose to the top of the ship to see on all sides of the transparent crystal roof, the curious planet. Instantly it reminded him of Malachandra. The northern Kingdom of Aedin that he'd had a particular fondness for due to the wildness of it. The Aesir practically let wildlife flourish ungoverned in that place, making it a part of the world discovered and at the same time untamed; a constant opportunity for adventure. Mithrandir would try to see the same opportunity on this world. He'd chuckled at the hissy fit the Elders had given when he'd told them of his planned trip. They grumbled in every possible way, but knew there was nothing they could do. He told them it was a research trip for him to find out what other inhabitable worlds existed in the third realm. After all, there was hardly an Aesirian who'd ever visited a realm this low in all of history; or so he thought.
The ship touched down at the beginnings of a forest on a hill. Just below the hill was rock lands that went on for miles.

"You have arrived at your destination, Elyon. Lord Galadriel will be notified immediately. Proper shelter, food, and protection has been provided via the Gaias crystals in the lower level of your ship. If you have any questions or an emergency, please infor-"

Mithrandir shut down the A.I. of the ship. Somewhat peeved that his arrival time had been sent to Galadriel, Mithrandir knew he had little time to do what he needed to before the cavalry arrived. The ship went invisible, as was its protocol when the owner was not present, and Elyon touched foot on the wet morning grass for the first time. Mithrandir's hair was neat, short, and blond. It had wonderful contrast to his very tanned and golden skin. Atop his body was Exousia, his glacier-crystalline armor that glowed a light ambient blue. It looked bulky, covering his entire body save for the face in dense armor that was six inches in girth everywhere. From his eyes shown only pure white energy, also in noticeable contrast to his skin tone. Radiant blue light came from off of him and his armor, making him noticeably different in nature than anything that world had ever encountered. He'd had visions that a demon was present on this world, and he knew it had to be his brother. The benefit of the Galagan was no doubt its wide range of vision, and as he rose to the top of the trees, he was given greater view of the land all around him in every direction. The similarities to Malachandra were uncanny. Everything was much smaller, much less grand than on Aedin; yet still reminded him of home enough to feel familiar.
Mithrandir floated in the sky about two hundred meters, a good ways above the tree tops now, scanning all around him for anything unusual. The animal, insect, and plant life on this world was uninteresting and indeed primitive, but yet refreshing due to him not having seen any world but Aedin for some time. If he was honest with himself he felt a bit suffocated as of late. Being away and on his own felt so natural that it was hard to explain to a race of people who were so extraordinarily community and family oriented. They were his family; but so was Maleldil.

Mithrandir glided atop the forest at a moderate speed, scanning for signs of his brothers energy. After a few hours of looking, he caught the feint hint of something strange and out of the ordinary west. The spaceship had given him a rough gauge of the estimated power level of organisms on this planet; anything drastically above that would be an obvious marker. Feint and strange as it was, he spotted a being with enormous energy west. Somehow there was no life force emitted, making him wonder whether it was indeed a person or rather a weapon of some kind. In any case, Mithrandir floated towards it, noticing there was a concentration of life around this source of energy as well. Elyon floated down to the ground for a moment, and walked slowly as he was now about one thousand meters away from said person(s). In the distance he perceived it was a community of some kind. There were living beings with roughly one hundred or less life force walking around; maybe 500 of them at the most. Their power levels were indeed quite weak, though their anatomy a bit fascinating to one who could see and examine DNA. Still in a forest that surrounded the compound, Mithrandir summoned his leech kings; 10 of them to be exact. The compound was divided into four areas, he'd send two to spy on each side, and two to come with him. The leeches moved with such grace and stealth when in the forest that they were virtually invisible. He could tell that the plant life on this world was so primitive that whoever these creatures were, they were unlikely to have seen a race of this level of evolution. That being said, the leeches remained behind the scenes. Mithrandir himself, the most obvious and noticeable thing on the whole planet - hid himself as well. Sensory abilities were likely not present, and these beings were not strong enough to sense him anyhow. Elyon wondered if his brother was hiding amongst these lower life forms as an attempt to elude being found. Perhaps they looked enough like him that he was able to. Mithrandir had not actually looked at the humans, but rather looked inside of them; a bad habit of his lately. Anyhow, he moved carefully and stealthly throughout the forest, relying on his leeches to get a closer look as to who exactly was the source of the great energy he'd sensed.

So shall it be written...so shall it be done...

His father, the God of death, blood and destruction had written those words. Anything that he had written had come to pass, either by his own hand or by one of his servants. However Ugatta Kai was no servant but the God of the underworld of this planet. A place that was a separate world in it's own right. All the dead would kneel before him and his enemies will be a footstool for his feet. He laughed at the thought of the mission his father had given him. So far, he had not seen anyone that was anywhere close to his level of power, far less than seeing anyone that was stronger than he was; until today. Today he sensed something far away on the Earth's surface. Its chakra was strong and it at first was stationary and then began to move. And so, he thought it was best for him to awaken from his throne. He picked up his gear, and his special weapons and his crimson eyes started to spin rapidly.

You are the only begotten son of Jashin. His crown jewel and the archangel of his evil army.

There was a swirl around him, in a circular motion and with that, Ugatta was gone. The swirl suddenly appeared in the branches in the canopy of trees that whizzed past this unknown and armored person. Ugatta literally flowed out of the center of the hole and solidified upon a massive tree branch 10 meters ahead of this person with his arms folded and his red robes flowing about him.

When he extends his hand to exact Judgement, who can stop it?

He decided to not do anything and stand there. He needed to see just who this person was who came upon his planet and what he was about. He felt strange too. This one was different and this alone piqued his interest. Ugatta knew his father was watching him and knew there was things that he was not aware of. No doubt this was maybe one of them. He sensed the creatures that were no doubt this man's own. Those things did not matter, at least not yet.

Father, guide me as you always do. Give me wisdom and insight.

Ugatta, be cautious. He feels ancient and powerful, just as you are. You are not alone.

Even though his ally the Nine Tails was indeed correct that he was not alone, Ugatta saw no need to be fearful of any being, no matter who they were. After all, for practically his whole life, it was others who were fearful of the demon God.

Mithrandir smoothly strolled towards the compound and through the woods. All the trees around him began to grow in size and stature, whilst almost magically manifesting flowers and produce in abundance. When coming into contact with the most potent source of life in all the nine realms, plant life could do nothing but allow itself to be impregnated by this life force - and produce. Mithrandir was keenly aware of everything going on around him, not a single thing was outside of his sight for a thousand meters or more. Furthermore, his senses were extended greatly through the advent of his midichlorians. These living and invisible entities swarmed the area, and harmlessly infiltrated some of the humans, cattle, horses and even insects in the area. Mithrandir quickly was able to download their DNA into himself and fully understand exactly what they were and the weaknesses of their structure. Indeed this was a world of primitive beings; yet still beautiful all together. He marveled at the similarities to humans and Aesir. They looked vaguely alike, which intrigued him no doubt.

Mithrandir strolled through the forest towards the gate, and noticed the sudden emergence of ten leech kings around him. Five emerged five meters ahead of him, and five emerged five meters behind. It was then that the delayed awareness kicked in. Suddenly, and without warning, Mithrandir looked up and saw… it. A being with no life force, yet full conscious and sentient. He was by no means shocked or put at disease, but rather confusion. He processed it for a moment within himself. According to the Aesirian sages, undead, demons and evil spirits primarily found their home in the first realm and below, where there was no light. How, then, could such a creature exist on a planet like this…

Ten of the leech kings still continued to monitor the human community, the other ten instinctually responding the gargantuan chakra reserves of the being who’d just made his presence irresistibly known. To appear within such a short distance of Mithrandir was in itself an act of arrogance; one the Empyrean of the Aesir would not take lightly.

“Who are you…” Mithrandir said as he looked towards Ugatta.

My father...demon lord of all nine realms, give me wisdom to use the right words towards this unbeliever. He has no smell of blood and death upon him. His does not worship you as...I have.

As with everyday of his life, Ugatta spoke to his benevolent father who was always looking on at his words and deeds and judging Ugatta based off these. Ugatta considered it a sin to anyone that does not take life and offer up the blood to his father. And if they fail to slay their target, forgiveness must be given by Jashin by asking it from him during prayer. Was this man the spiritual type?

"You're not from these parts are ya? You dont come in a man's backyard and ask him who he is. That right there is rude." said Ugatta as he offered a wry smile. He was a bit annoyed that this person would so brazenly ask who he was. As he looked at the man's features and the intricate design of his armor, he could remember the stories that his father would tell him about the other beings that existed in this universe. Each with their good and their bad. Each with their accomplishments and failures. He knew it was a race that started with the letter 'a'. They were indeed ancient and very strong. He wished he had listened to that lesson from his father. At this juncture it did not matter; he would learn as he went along from this one.

The vanirian tool known as the Eternal Manhekyou Sharingan was active; the one he had gladly murdered a vanir to obtain. Its crimson colour was vibrant as ever with its pinwheel design that stood stagnant in his eyes for now. His spikey red hair moved gently in the cool air of the forest. His arms folded and his wakizashi stood clear in its light blue handle that was sticking out of his shash across his waist. Strapped to his back and almost as tall as he was was Samehada, wrapped in its bandages.

Golden skin and a rainbow aura that flickered around every inch of his body continually, Elyon looked upon the demon with disgust. Elyon was a being of such incparable beauty, however, that even his more hateful emotions didn't show on his facial expression, but rather was communicated through his powers. Ugatta stood arrogantly atop a branch ten meters above Mithrandir, seemingly having no sense of outward awe or fear. That in and of itself communicated to Mithrandir that this was a person of unusual physical and spiritual prowess. Then... he saw it. The Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. The moment Mithrandir looked at the crimson flicker, he was taken back to a distant memory; a memory of his brother Kurotsuchi.
Those crimson eyes, the hypnotic tomoe... it was unmistakeable. Ugatta was clearly not Vanrian, his DNA being quickly scanned by the Galagan and showing a strange and undead cellular base. He'd killed a Vanirian for those eyes; a powerful one at that. Moreover, he'd obviously done so without any sense of remorse, his emotional signature was so low that he could hardly be registered to be alive. Mithrandir had been trained in the nature of demons, their kind and origins. This one was different, however. His DNA structure wasn't entirely dead; some of it was organic. With that being said, Elyon was the god of organic life and light; both of which were the weakness to the creature ahead of him.

Mithrandir's confident and beautiful gaze didn't move an inch from being transfixed upon the face of Ugatta. He stared not at his eyes but at the center of his forehead, wherein his psychich energy flowed from. When Ugatta spoke, Elyon did not get angry but rather gave command, telepathically, to his Leeches.
The Leech that was to his right moved with blitzing speed to behind Ugatta, grappling him with all four arms immediately. At this distance the leeches could nearly touch Ugatta without him being able to even blink in response. The purpose of such a move was to test the strength of the demon (as well as the speed), and to find out the location of Maleldil. The leech to his left went swiftly after the one to the right had lunged, both with the intent to subdue and cripple the creature in front of him.
Mithrandir waited patiently and expectantly to see how this demon would respond.

[Watch it! He's coming.]

So it happened; and quite suddenly he might add. The man had forced Ugatta to stop speaking as he happened to decide to make a move on him. Strangely enough, even this would not surprise the likes of someone like Ugatta Kai. It was an attack that he had never seen before and had no idea what it was capable of but what he did know for sure was the man's intentions thanks to the Nine Tails that resided within him. It warned Ugatta of the negative emotions of this one that stood before him and what his intention was. This was all he needed to prepare for what was to come. These creatures, Ugatta had sensed before that were closeby and coming at him hot. However, white chakra erupted all around him and encased his body in one of the most destructive elements known of in all of the nine realms. A process that was able to activate just in time before the first creature made contact with him.

Whoever or whatever was foolish enough to attack him head on would just touch his Dust Release Armor and disintegrate into atomic particles and disappear from before him. As the creatures gripped him, he reached them with his hands barely since they were constricted and placed a Flying Thunder God mark on each of them just for good measure. Now was his turn to wait and see what the reaction of this unknown attacker would be.

Jutsu used:

OOC: I apologize for not putting the jutsu i used. Not that it makes a difference but it is a courtesy.

Also - calling a hit.

Mithrandir wrote:“The Leech that was to his right moved with blitzing speed to behind Ugatta, grappling him with all four arms immediately. At this distance the leeches could nearly touch Ugatta without him being able to even blink in response.”

Ugatta wrote:“As the creatures gripped him, he reached them with his hands”

So you confirmed the leeches touched you. If the leech touches you, they take 4,000 per leech; so 8,000 since there are two of them. In addition, they crushed your body via their strength; so good luck running.
You did activate your armor which will zap them; but you confirmed them touching you so I will roll with that.
That’s all I can claim.


Mithrandir’s eyes glowed ambiently as the dying leeches transferred the energy they’d quickly gained before their demise. They had, however, left their mark. The leech that had appeared behind Ugatta had grappled his torso, crushing every bone in his upper body with its four arms. The leech that had grabbed him from the front had done so more towards his lower body, breaking his femur and kneecaps along with taking a relatively small chunk of energy out of him before being disintegrated by the mysterious dust armor.
Mithrandir knew he was dealing with a demon and therefore not someone capable of being killed by physical injuries alone. Mithrandir was a being of such awesome power that it was not common that he ever touched a person in combat without killing them instantly. The fact that Ugatta was still alive already meant he was of a different breed. He still had to prove he was god-tier, however. Ugatta’s first test was given when the leeches were sent towards him; Mithrandir was testing his perception and agility. He’d failed that test. Everyone powerful is intensely calculative; Elyon was no different. He’d already calculated how to kill Ugatta, but more practically, how to get out of him what he wanted. At this point it was information Mithrandir desired. There was no way he and a being of Ugatta’s prowess belonged on a world like Earth. Something about all of this was curious and Mithrandir was going to get to the bottom of it before he traveled ten thousand light years back home to peace and prosperity. Coming into his identity and realizing his destiny was the major step he’d just taken; now was the hard work of actualizing it in a universe of imbalance and disorder. Ugatta didn’t strike him as the type that was willing to simply give straight answers, and Mithrandir wasn’t Kurotsuchi. Playing around with his food wasn’t Mithrandir’s nature.

As soon as the leeches touched Ugatta, four more appeared all around Ugatta. One was three meters behind him on the branch, one was three meters ahead of him on the branch, and two floated five meters below and directly above him. Ugatta would notice, right after placing a seal on the leeches that were disintegrated, that the leeches now surrounding him were glowing a radiant blue energy. The light was not like normal light; it was dense and rich, something Ugatta had likely never seen before. In addition to the piercing and melting nature of the heat radiated from the Leeches via this light, the blue light would melt through Ugatta on the inside and out if something truly supernatural was not done to stop them. Elyon’s subjective was to take away the demon’s energy in order to subdue him; if he needed to melt him to do so - he was willing. Naturally, Elyon, the god of light, did not like demons or darkness. Within him was a natural animosity towards anything hellish or from a twisted nature. Killing Ugatta wouldn’t rob him of sleep in the slightest.

Jutsu etc.:

Ugatta’s body fell limp as soon as the angelic leech kings appeared near him, all of his chakra being instantly absorbed without so much as a word from the man. His armor deactivated, his body fell from the branch and all the way down to the ground, unconscious. No sooner than he hit the ground were four of the radiant blue creatures surrounding the body, looking to their master as to what ought to be done. Mithrandir, standing in light blue crystalline armor said nothing as his glowing white eyes stared up at the sky in wonder amidst the green forest.
So much had happened so fast, and most of it had seemed like a dream he’d yet to have awoken from. More than simply things changing around him, things had changed within him. He’d lost his battle lust and instead it had been replaced with the gaiety and humility of a king. Oh how he’d missed more cavalier days of going on small adventures with his brothers where death was a real possibility, and the universe rewarded the bold. Being as powerful as he was now carried with it greater responsibility, more protection, and in many ways less true freedom. Anytime now Galadriel would be arriving with four crystalline ships and far too many paladins in tow in order to ensure that the holy sovereign had not so much as stubbed his toe on a rock of this filthy planet. One of the most powerful beings in all the realms, and yet he couldn’t go pee without a galactic-warrior standing guard “just in case”. Thinking of the Aesir reminded him of the time during his training where he had to learn and memorize the histories of the Aesir and understand their nature, purpose and relationship with the Vanir. Upon meeting Illuvatar, he’d first gotten the impression that the Vanir were the mortal enemies of the Aesir. It wasn’t until he’d gotten ¾ of his evolution completed that this myth had been clarified. The Aesir and the Vanir were not natural enemies; they were forged enemies. Forged by a disagreement on who each was and what they were designed to do. They’d chosen to refuse to tolerate each other and go out of the natural rhythm that their species were designed to flow in. They were like yin and yang; married, in a sense. Their divorce, however, left waste to the ninth realm.
The details being relatively unimportant, Mithrandir had come to understand the true nature of both races, and of his inevitably pivotal relationship with Kurotsuchi. More than ironic was that the relationship between him and his brother ultimately mirrored that of the Aesir and the Vanir. The development would also likely develop in that same direction unless different choices were made. The Aesir fell by their pride; the Vanir fell by their jealousy. Each race had its own glory, but built in was a corresponding vice.

The truth was… their demise was self-inflicted. The Aesir had not fallen prey to Nimrod; rather, they’d fallen prey to Azathoth. Azathoth had enabled Nimrod to imprison the star of the Aesir as a form of judgment against them for their pride and disobedience towards their gods, and the purpose they’d been created. The Aesir were created to create and evolve life in the nine realms; instead they’d grown increasingly violent towards lesser life forms, and euthanized those species they felt unfit to continue in the ever evolving universe. For this were the gods of life and of light grieved, and decidedly put an end to their most prized possession; the Aesir.

Mithrandir recalled being taken aback by this narrative when it was told to him by his Father. How on earth could the gods of the Aesir favor a Vanirian over their own lineage? The answer was something that matured him profoundly. The gods desired righteousness and love. The Aesir were created to manifest that through creation. Over time they became prideful and despised lesser races and life forms. Moreover, they hated sharing sovereignty over the nine realms with the Vanir, who were their partners.
The gods, therefore, declared to put an end to the Aesir.
History remembers Nimrod as the most powerful vanirian king in history; the king who slew the Aesir. Mithrandir came to know the true value of this man was his humility. Nimrod was a man who desired cooperation between the races and equality. Though he was of great power, he refused to allow the Vanir to dominate lesser races, and was even privy to Aesirian law in order to maintain good social standing with their brother race. Amid all these efforts, tensions increased. Azathoth had come to Nimrod in a dream, telling him of a way in which to save his people from war. Nimrod was given the way to put an end to the Aesir, and become a tool in the hands of the gods in order to unleash their wrath on them. The story was ugly, it was shocking, and it was a lesson. The Aesir became so out of control even their own gods turned against them. The mighty Aesir, unparalleled in might and beauty - brought down in a single move. It was a sad irony that the descendants of Nimrod didn’t take to the lesson and many millenia later fell to their own greed and envy; but everyone has their flaws. What history had taught Mithrandir is that everything in the universe is created except for the gods. And what is created, is designed with its purpose within itself. A bird was born to fly; not to swim. A bird could spend its entire life walking, running and swimming; but it would always be able and gifted at flight. Things operated best when they operated as they were designed to. One’s gift is one’s identity as well as value to the world around you. Ants needed to be ants, and birds needed to be birds; both were different but equally necessary to make the world what it was. Higher life forms struggled with this concept off identity more than lower life forms because they had souls and choice. They could try to become something they were not, even though that which created them would be most displeased. He’d also learned that just because one is a tiger, does not mean one is better than everyone else who isn’t one. Being a tiger doesn’t mean you’re better than a shark, or a bear, or even a badger. It means you were made for a different purpose and function in the world around you. To belittle or abuse others because your pride confused “different” with “better” was the mistake of the Aesir that caused eternal consequences. The Aesir knew who they were, but they arrogantly asserted themselves over others because of it. The Vanir desired to be something they were not, and fell into envy and greed as a result. Both races needed to evolve in order to survive and most importantly - in order to fulfill their purpose and gift to the nine realms. The question now would be - would Kurotsuchi and Mithrandir follow suit? Would Mithandir choose to bully others into his "superior" way of life? Would Kurotsuchi continue to try and be something he's not? These things were left to be seen; and left to be proven over time. The choices of these two men, however, would mean the fate of the nine realms.

Unannounced to Kurotuschi and everyone else - the Aesir were indeed killed. While their physical bodies, and the material that made them, were still alive - their souls had departed. Mithrandir had not, as was thought, truly resurrected the Aesir. He had re-created them entirely. His DNA contained within it a virtually infinite array of various DNA sequences; he was the god of creation after all. Thus enabling him to perform his most powerful gift; creation. In doing so, he had been able to create a new and evolved version of the Aesir. Most importantly, a race of people that did not have the same moral stains and memories as their forebears did. They knew nothing of wars with the Vanir or their hatred toward XYZ. All they knew was that they were servants of creation, and brothers and sisters to all life in the nine realms.
He had evolved too. He was no longer boisterous and imposing; but rather content in himself to simply do what he’d purposed to and for all the right reasons. This would be an interesting experiment to see in action.
Now, it was necessary and expected that a race of light-based beings would carry a natural contempt for demons, however, and he did. Ugatta’s body, now drained completely of chakra, went unmoving on the ground, Mithrandir finally lowering his gaze from the skies to look down on the lad. There was no use for the demon anymore, and thus would he be left there. Just as Mithrandir gained himself to leave, however, the sky was broken with lightning. With a speed obviously unnatural, the sky went dark and the temperature dropped drastically. Mithrandir had been on temperamental words; heck, he hailed from one. But he knew the difference between when a planet was doing something, and when something was being done to it. An entity of immense volume and power had entered this world, and it was someone clearly who’d come on purpose. The irony was beginning to annoy the Empyrean, who was certain that such beings as Ugatta and whoever this was didn’t just randomly show up to a world like this all of the time. What was so special about Earth?

There were more than one person who’d entered into the world, and he could tell that space-time portals were being used as the Galagan could read the energy signatures around him and the fluctuations therein. Still a ways away, whoever this was surely hadn’t come to save this demon had they? Perhaps it was as Galdariel warned - Mithrandir’s presence was attracting the wrong crowd. Power begets challenge after all. The earthlings about one hundred or so meeters away began to flee inside their tents, clearly terrified by what was transpiring above them. The lightning was so forceful, and the sky so dark that it now appeared as though night had fallen on the place. The blue radiance of the leech kings, as well as Mithrandir’s own blue aura, lit up the forest for a hundred meters around them at least.
The leeches that were patrolling the human compound emerged from the earth so that the entire squad was now present. The energy that Mithrandir ahd absorbed from Ugatta had been converted into life force. As he and the leeches were making a smooth stroll back towards his spaceship, he felt the surge of energy translated to his midichlorians. All of a sudden, his life force doubling, he and his leeches began to leak light. Mithrandir’s life giving aura now not only reached to the near vicinity around him, giving a fragrance of fertility and life; it now caused all plant and animal life around him to explode into grown and power. Dead insects, rodents and plants sprung to life and abundance so much so that the earth began to shake for about two hundred meters around him. Mithrandir himself had his own radiance enhanced to the point where the entire forest was set ablaze with his blue light. The trees around him had grown five times in width, girth, and height simply by being near him. In addition, the trees themselves now had a blue glow to them they couldn’t help but take on in the presence of a literal star. For such a creature as that demon to possess so much chakra was more than surprising; it didn’t make sense. There had obviously been something inside of him but Mithrandir didn’t care to investigate at this time. Maleldil was his focus, and his brother was nowhere to be seen. Mithrandir had, however, pondered when he’d felt that first great presence that perhaps it could’ve been him. The ground and sky shook; the sky because of the visitor, the ground because of Mithrandir’s second-by-second impregnating of the earth with his overwhelming life force.
The Galagan could not quite track the being, whoever he was, from this distance, but his power could still be felt; he was definitely a chakra based being.
As Mithrandir was making his way through a straight path through the forest, that is when ahead of him one hundred meters appeared someone unmistakeable.

A lean black body suit beneath light-weight black armor. Horns protruding from the front, hanging over teal colored eyes that shown in the dark much like his own. A look of unamusement, and vague suspicion; it was Kurotsuchi.

For the first time in a decade, the two made eye contact from a distance. Given both of their extraordinary ocular abilities, at one hundred meters away they could gaze upon one another as though face to face. There was a blankness of thought, almost as if something suppressed and thought to be unreal had suddenly appeared in full technicolor. No doubt both of them would have to explain why on earth they hadn’t come looking for the other this past ten years. Why they hadn’t communicated or called out after such a separation. Mithrandir was unsure if he even had the right to ask that when he himself had been so nonchalant. His emotional control was the most powerful aspect of his kkg now; and that would no doubt be expressed. Something in him wanted to be a child and rambunctiously sprint towards his brother and hug him despite his annoyance. But he wouldn’t. That Mitrandir had died along with the rest of the sub-par Aesirian race. He was someone new; something new, and that was all that he was able to express.

The 18 leeches and Mithrandir flitted forward to being ten meters in front of Kurotsuchi as he sat calmly upon the rock, likely unflinchingly. The leeches and Mithrandir honoured Kurotsuchi as king, their radiant blue light warping around him at all times so that he would never be touched either by the sea of midichlorians swimming around the air, nor the radiant light that if used offensively would reduce the forest to ashes in the blink of an eye. Proper king etiquette was to have nothing active in front of such an equal, but Mithrandir was aware that other beings, possibly like Ugatta, were on their way here now. The leeches, a moment after sprinting forward with Mithrandir, disappeared into the surrounding trees to be on the look-out. Now left were just the three of them. Mithrandir, Kurotsuchi, and silence.

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A devilish smile creeped inwardly within the recesses of Ugatta's mind as he appeared in front of the nine tails. He stood in two inch depth water as he always would whenever he stood in front of Kurama. It was rather peculiar to say the least as to what happened earlier, as his chakra was shut down, and even that of the Nine Tails, of course by the alien but no matter. Father gave him gifts; gifts that he was in full intent to use for his otherworldly deeds. Imposing as ever, the fox lay on its stomach while its chin rested upon ins paws which were crossed over the other. Kurama looked at Ugatta with a glare of its sinister eyes.

[You know fully well why you're in here dont you?] growled the nine tails, not even wanting to look at Ugatta right now. [Right now Jashin is throwing a tantrum from his throne based off of your performance today]

[My father thought I was going to kill him yes I know and I failed. I must pray and ask for forgiveness]

[You know Jashin is not a forgiving type...without a blood sacrifice that is. All you had to do to kill this man was to use my power. Have you forgotten how powerful we are?] growled the Kurama.

[Come let us pray to my father.]

Ugatta's body had been messed up pretty badly. Broken bones, torn muscle and pierced skin from his own bones being crushed and coming through the skin. Thankfully, it was not the first time so he knew fully well what would happen next and it made him smile inwardly. He was no longer in front of the Kyuubi but he felt a warm light that pierced through the darkness all around him. As he reached for the light, he grabbed it and felt a surge of power that erupted inside of him as he was slowly starting to regain his power. His body; as if his flesh had a mind of its own, started to heal and reform as if it were brand new again and regaining its former strength. Demonic forces started to stitch him back together as it were. It was in fact the fingers of his father that appeared and pulled his son's body back together. As he opened his eyes and sat up on the forest floor, there was some other presence there, but there was one thought on his mind. The one who he saw was also powerful and he intrigued Ugatta with his white hair, as to who was this one as well? That trick from before from the man with the armor would cause him to never underestimate anyone again. The Chitenshi for now would observe the happenings before him and react accordingly. Soon, they will all see his demonic power in all of its glory and why the world knows him as Chitenshi.

[Ugatta..] sounded a voice seemingly out of nowhere, yet so familiar to him. [Dont waste my time. You sicken me. Take this seriously or I will remove my blessings from you.] said Jashin as Ugatta could tell that his father was seething.

Meditate and speak to your heavenly father, for he is always with you and will never forsake you. He knows what you need before you even ask.

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Mithrandir chuckled. It was the first time in what seemed like a lifetime that he’d genuinely and effortlessly laughed. He then realized how much he’d missed being around Kurotsuchi. Among other things, he likely had suppressed affections for his siblings, Kuro particularly, out of a willingness to submit to the will of the gods. He’d expected that his training was undergone largely to protect the Aesir from the Vanir; which meant Kurotsuchi. He was humbled to find out that no such thing was the case, but rather that most of the early issues between the Aesir and Vanir had come from his own kin.
The lightning continued to spay the sky continually, as rainfall soon proceeded. The Leeches were atop the surrounding trees, with four of them having dropped down to seventy five meters down the path from Mithrandir and Kurotsuchi, acting as gates to bar anyone from intruding or interrupting this meeting of kings.

Kurotsuchi always had a unique and unusual way of conversing and communicating. He always insulted while praised; both happened before each and ever sentenced ended. One could never quite tell where they stood in his eyes, but Mithrandir knew his brother enough to know he was being friendly. It was ironic that he’d give him the complement of having come so far, because an identical thought had crossed his mind as his Galagan viewed Kurotsuchi more intently. All around, looking at him was like looking at six or seven people in one body; it was rather remarkable. He could tell that he truly had expanded the capacity of the Vanirian KKG to the point where more different types of energies flowed from him than even Mithrandir. Furthermore, he could see the Juubi within him, smiling softly as he’d known that such was the fate for the Vanirian prince. The most exciting part about the two kings seeing each other once again was that they’d been able to develop themselves and their abilities not only to great extents; but to extents unknown to the other. Kurotsuchi did not know all of what Mithrandir had truly come into; and vice versa. If they didn’t meet on the battlefield, they certainly would be along side one another at some point. Mithrandir was eager to see exactly what the messiah of the Vanir had within him.

“Funny you should say that,” Mithrandir responded to Kurotsuchi’s question about Ugatta. “I thought it was rather curious that he had Vanirian KKG and even one of your tailed beasts; but he isn’t of your race. He’s a demon hybrid mixed with biological life of some kind; appears to be human DNA strands within him. You must know my hatred of demons and anything from the dark realms. You will be happy to know I left him alive, however. He likely will be wobbling back in this area sometime soon so let me bring something to your attention now that we are here and have a moment to discuss.”

Speaking of change; Mithrandir’s voice. When Mithrandir spoke, three voices spoke at once. His voice already rich and powerful, it would take time to get used to this new amplifier. When Mith spoke it sounded like Aang in Avatar mode; noticeably different.
His demeanor, however, was not serious, but a sly smirk stayed on his face. No matter how “serious” things were, he felt he was on vacation after having had to re-create and re-landscape an entire planet. Things could only get easier from here on out.

“Titans. Primordial beings that existed before the nine realms… I’m guessing you’ve heard about them… They’ve somehow been released from imprisonment - and it’s a problem. Their location for some strange reason is untraceable, even by my eyes. Yet every now and then we’ve picked up on massive energy surges throughout the realms that are definitely too massive to be anything else. The sages of Aedin are reading up on what our ancestors had to say about them, but surprisingly little is known. Every day Aedin is sending out troops to investigate in an attempt to locate. Our best theory so far is that they were imprisoned in planets in the lower realms; we aren’t sure which though. Have you been able to come up with anything?”

Ugatta wasted no time and created three perfect Shadow clones to assist him in gathering the needed chakra. As they appeared, all three clones and the original sat in one line, one foot from each other, legs crossed and palms clapped together simultaneously as they continued their work. Ugatta could feel his power growing more and more now. It wont be long again before he would be able to move fully.

As his chakra gathered, he overheard the conversation between the man that attacked him and the new comer with the white hair. The warrior that attacked him, his voice had changed somewhat from how he sounded before and thought it best he listen to what their verbal exchange was about. Strangely, they spoke about Ugatta as if he were not even within earshot of them although hidden between the foliage of the trees. The white haired one knew where he was since he pointed directly at him. Maybe they were yet to realize he was indeed conscious. He heard about the man's hate for demons which made Ugatta laugh inwardly. People used the word so liberally but his father is the epitome of hatred in all of the nine realms. This joker before him had not even half of that hatred compared to himself and his father, or did he? Ugatta knew the 'Gifts' he had taken were indeed of Vanir origin and from the golden haired warrior, the white haired person was of that race. The thought tickled Ugatta to see how a real live Vanirian would react to their own being killed and their precious abilities ripped from them. Ugatta can still remember the blood and how warm it was when he had impaled his victim from behind with his sword. He had to find out how in the hell did the blonde one even know about his mixed blood? He had no clue as to how. No doubt it was due to come sensory ability on his part.

What was alarming was the golden haired one spoke about 'Titans'. Something like this his father saw a need not to let him know about and soon he is going to find out why. The man specifically said they were Primordial. This was before his time and there was no way he was to know about this. Judging by the tone of voice, it was indeed serious. Supposed that these Titans that was causing so much death and destruction that his father sent him to eradicate whoever and whatever was taking souls more than he was? it was possible but highly unlikely. Ugatta thought it was something else; he had no proof yet but he was following his gut. For now he will remain where he was and gather his energy and try to learn.

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Both kings were now engaged in the type of thinking and admonishment that would be needed to solve galactic problems. Truth be told, Mithrandir's memory of things before his ascension was a bit hazy. Something about the transition had made it difficult for him to recall the details of his childhood and the implications of certain events that had occurred. Mithrandir remembered being half-awake on a Vanirian ship going in and out of consciousness. He recalled the xenomorphs but very briefly. Kurtosuchi's speech about how he was going to do this and that definitely fell on deaf ears at the time; there were more important and empirical things to be concerned with.

Mithrandir's eyes widened when Kurotsuchi mentioned the Collector.

"Yes... The old man. He was grooming us all that time to be fed to those things. According to the Aesir the Titans are beings that have existed before organic life did; monstrous indeed. I am curious as to where that old man is, now that you bring it up. I can't help but feel uneasy about the fact that we haven't been able to sense these things clearly. Beings of that great in mass and energy should be able to find them easily. Our deep space troops have hardly picked up a trace that we could justify tying to them. Speaking of them...

I'm not sure why you're here; but I came looking for Maleldil... I've been dreaming of him lately, and this planet has been appearing in my mind. Call it instinct; but I think fate has brought us here, at this moment, for a reason."

Mithrandir put his hands on his hips and looked up as he circled Kurotsuchi.
"Now where is that old man..." Mithrandir said harshly. The realization that the man who'd they trusted for as along as they could remember had been preparing them as cattle for slaughter. If even a single one of the grail had been fed to those monsters, there would be a side of Mithrandir shown that nothing in all the nine realms would be happy to see.

It was a bit confusing while he was listening to the pair speak to each other. They were some kind of brothers to each other and along with a third unknown person named Maledil, the warrior with the armor came to this planet in search of him. It seemed to Ugatta that the other ivory haired individual had come to search for this Maledil as well. Whoever he was, he obviously was truly their long lost brother. What was even more peculiar was that there was this old man who was responsible for taking care of the children at the time. This old man wanted to feed them to these freaks of nature called the Titans but he was unclear as to why exactly. He was learning at a great rate and wished he could hear more of this interesting back story; one that his father had not told him. It was quite interesting that their own caretaker, wasn't sure if this man was their biological father, had betrayed them all. Sad life for them. Maybe they spent all this time getting to their current power just to be fed to these Titans of old. Since these new beings had come into the picture, Ugatta wondered if they were involved in the causing of mass deaths throughout all of the nine realms. Supposed it really was them and not the two that he was eavesdropping on? This would complicate things for sure. It was pretty curious to him though. If these monstrosities were as big and as powerful as these two make them out to be, then how were they not detected while doing their deeds; however horrendous they were, beings of that size should have been able to be easy to find.

All the same, he had to make sure of certain things. Besides, this man had gotten the best of him at first and he was not going to let that happen again. But he needed more chakra. He sensed them both thanks to the Nine tailed Demon Fox that resided within him. Both of them had enormous chakra inside them and no doubt, those creatures that attacked Ugatta, was a superficial jutsu that the warrior would use initially to test his opponents. If that were truly the case, then the demon lord had to think carefully. His three clones had continued gathering chakra, remaining as motionless as he was as they had to acquire such a vital commodity as chakra. He would definitely need it in the actions that were to come sooner than later he was sure.

[Ugatta we're almost done gathering what we need. When that happens, we have to show the blondy what we can do.]


I know that Kurama. Cant you see I'm doing my best here? You're damn right we're almost finished. Those pets of his cant compare to you Kurama.


[There isn't anything much that can.]

Kurama was just as excited as Ugatta was at this point. The fox had remained pretty much dormant in quite a long time. Because quite honestly, there had not been much reason to use him since there was not anyone that he could stand before him on a normal basis, much less when Kurama's power had leaked out. They both felt the great power growing inside of them and would soon explode effortlessly upon anyone that stood before them.

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Mithrandir's armor flickered to an emerald color. The glowing and radiance of it continued to affect the area around him safe for Kurotsuchi. He could sense the demon had not only come to his senses but rejuvinated a healthy amount of his stolen reserves. The Aesirian king processed carefully the words of his wise brother. There was something about these creatures that indeed was above ordinary perception. As shocking as it was, even the Galagan had not been able to track and clearly identify them. The thought that Cthuluhu, the old man who'd raised them, would have anyhting to do with such a threat got under his skin. Mithrandir could not help but think of all that Kurotsuchi and Mithrandir. They'd become so powerful under his wing... and yet all along he was... their enemy? Why would he help them? Why not kill them before they came to be at full strength?

"We need to visit K-Pax. That is the name of the world we grew up on as children. It is in the fourth realm actually, not terribly far from here. We must go at once. I can make some enhancements to my ship in order for it to fit us both; but there's one dilemma we face. You and I aren't normal folk anymore; we're kings. Wherever we go, we are being tracked by our princes and generals. I can hardly take a wiz without someone "guarding" me these days. We need a way to cover ourselves and prevent them from following us. If the old man is still on K-Pax, we don't want to tip him off. Any thoughts?"

Unleash...no need to hold back anymore.

You have me Ugatta Kai. Son of Jashin, heir to the throne of darkness


On the last day, the Red Dragon, the original serpent would be released from his prison to bring havoc to the world of men. So shall it be written, so shall it be done.


And I looked, and behold a Great Nine Tailed Demon Fox: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth

The Demi God of evil was still sitting when he reacted. When his chakra burst forth in an orange torrent of horror for the faint of heart he smiled inwardly at what he wanted to do. The dense chakra coated Ugatta's body in yellow chakra, which emanates from them reminiscent of flickering flames. An additional two horns appear on his head making it four in total, six magatama markings around his neck, a prominent swirl design over his stomach, and various other lines extending along his body. His Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan shone forth as a beacon of hate and death to those it looked upon. Both his clones knew that they had to take actions as well to prepare for what was to come next. Clone number 1 and 2 on his left and right respectively, had also began reacting in a perfect symphony to the original. They too bore the suspicious yellow cloak made of dense chakra that flickered as if it were alive and in a way it was. But they would be doing a different action to the original.

From Ugatta's still seated position, the wakizashi that he carried was resting on his crossed legs. In a flash, he drew the weapon from its confines and pointed it at the golden armored alien. His clones simultaneously, small puffs of smoke could be seen from their wrists as special kunai which bore a mark upon them were scattered at several points throughout the battle field in no set pattern between the ranges of 5m to up to 200 meters. Some stuck in the side of cliffs, or a trees at varying heights while others lay upon the forest floor.

Suddenly, all that someone could see was a white flash coming forth from the seated Ugatta. His white blade rocketted at top speed towards its target in an effort to impale him. He knew the man was fast but he was about to see how truly fast. As the sword flashed forth, whatever it touches would be turned into oblivion and mere dust from before Ugatta.

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"K-Pax? I've sent scouting parties before to that area and they turned up with nothing. If the old man is there he is well hidden. Even so, it is worth both of us visiting there. Slipping away is not an issue, I can most likely come up with something. Before that though, I suggest we deal with that thing". He stated now ready to acknowledge the creature carefully gathering Chakra. It had been some time since it began its recuperation. Mithrandir and Kurotsuchi allowed for this to happen. It is by grace that this so called demon is even living. Kurotsuchi's dojutsu was already activated, long before his soon to be opponent and clones even made a move. His ocular capabilities allowed him to get a full view of the soon to be battlefield. He could see things near, far and wide. The minor details were all taken in now. Kurotsuchi pondered if it was worth intervening with this bout. In some ways he wanted to see what Mithrandir was truly capable of. With that said, the creature was proving to be most interesting. The man trampled on everything sacred to the Vanir. The chakra shroud was unmistakable. This was the fox's chakra and even worse the man appeared to have tamed the beast. Kurotsuchi paid close attention to the man's actions. Meanwhile pushing his left hand downward before the Kyuubi Jinchuriki could reach for his sword. This caused a portal to open directly behind the seated man in his blind spot. Simultaneously to the demon placing his hand on his weapon. Kurotsuchi's hand reached forth and connected with the man's back while opened palm. That was the idea of course. At the same time this happened, Kurotsuchi tagged the man with his Hiraishin seal. But it didn't end there at all as a green orb passed through the man. This orb aiming to absorb all the Chakra he worked so hard to amass. Which would more than likely force the man to fall limp and possibly unconscious once more. The clones created by the demon would disperse as a result of Kurotsuchi's actions. The Vanirian king realised that the demon would have to deal with his first before attempting any other attacks. His actions were sudden and well timed. It was far less brutish compared to Mithrandir's method. That was for the moment, since Kurotsuchi would react accordingly. He was ready to react should the man change his course of action. Neither the demon or his clones would be aware of what the man actually did. After all, Mithrandir's bacteria still covered the area, possible obscuring one's vision. Had it not been for Kurotsuchi's own Dojutsu, they may have been an hindrance to him too.

Mithrandir's mind swiftly was caught into a memory. He and Kurotsuchi battling each other day after day, night after night. Two young boys desiring nothing more than their father's attention and an understanding of who they truly were inside. Now, both of them standing here in full glory, there was an emptiness that began to overtake the god-king. A feeling as though all of this evolution, all of this death and self-resurrection was for nothing. To win a game that was set-up for him to lose. The old man wanted this. He wanted Kurotsuchi and Mithrandir to come to full power in order that they could be martyrs; or better yet, puppets. Far from Mithrandir to become a victim of someone's plot, but he still felt used.
He refused to acknowledge the demon behind him, Kurotsuchi swiftly putting that to bay. The Kaisers that radiated their blue star energy stood their post, making it nearly impossible for anything to get within fifty meters of either sovereign. Mithrandir was used to being so protected that his senses were in many ways more dull than they ought to be for a warrior facing the threats he soon would. Yet he could not help but move through life with a self-assuredness only an immortal with nearly infinite power could. They were gods now. No longer puppets held by the strings of superior beings; they were the string holders. Each king lived on their world as a nearly omniopotent being who was acknowledged as the centerpiece of religion, science, history, and government. It was overwhelming to hold such a post, and to know that it was one's destiny to do so. It is one thing to have a prophecy; the movie usually cuts out when the prophecy comes into play. Rarely is the hero's happily-ever-after explained in detail. With Mithrandir, he'd lived through his long enough now to know that it was truly surreal.

"K-pax," he thought, as he looked up into the sky. A simple world with simple life forms, much like that of the Earth, yet not quite as abundant.

"Let's make ready brother. It's time to find out what this has been all about all along." he said to Kurotsuchi, four kaisers summoned to his side. Mithrandir reached out his hand towards the area of trees 45 degrees to his right, Kurotsuchi still being on his left. The trees soon collapsed therein, shifting with one another as though wrestling. The ground broke as this occurred, and it appeared that there was a hole of some kind sucking in tree after tree around the origin point of this meshing. Soon, there would be before them an enormous plant space-ship capable of taking them wherever they needed to go.