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His eyes widen for a moment as he beholds the scene, then...he claps. He claps slowly, smirking. He even gives a few low chuckles, himself. Yeah, this is his kind of person.

"I can truly say that I approve of behavior such as that. You'd get along just fine with us.

Interitia tries to drop a giant chunk of ice on Vastator, but he sees this coming and catches it with one hand. He then throws it right back, which knocks the bloodstained white spider out of the sky.

She slowly stops the laugh to catch her breath, birds disappearing a flurry of sleek black feathers. ''I was on my way to resume control of my island I stole from a dragon. And by stole I mean I attacked its owner with chaotic strength and confusion to the point she gave it to me in a dazed state.'' She replied proudly, watching the spider fall.

Just then, a portal of flame opens, and a three-headed, red/black, chimera-like, long serpentine dragon (with two arms and two legs), his main head being that of his normal beast form's, with two red wolves heads flies out and begins hovering slightly above the ground with everyone else. Along with two giant leathery wings, this being constantly spews fire along his serpentine back. He speaks, and his voice is REALLY loud...and for this RP only, guess who he sounds like? Billy Mays.

"DID SOMEONE SAY TAKING BACK AN ISLAND?!?!"

This is Cruentum Certamen, the embodiment of war and conflict.

''Yes, an Island. An island owned once by a princess of fire and flames from ashes and lava. I own it now though. It is a daaaaangerous place.'' She warned, snickering a bit. ''And it's guarded by her guards that are very powerful.'' She added a gleam in her eyes of utter chaos to be seen on the land.

''Indeed, it could even be challenging for deities..''

"Not for us, though. DARK ONES, PLAN 1-A3!!!"

They immediately fly far out into space and grow to their true sizes. If you read the character pages for Vastator and the Dark Ones (specifically, one of the tropes they all share in common, Serial Escalation), you'll understand WHY they can still easily be seen clearly from this distance.

"How do you like us now?"

Just about then, the final member of the Tenebris Dominorum, Arrogantiam Imperator, flies in and joins his peers at his true size, as well.

"Remind me why I have to put up with you people..."

She just snirked, grinning darker.

''The only error is that the guards are not of this world you see. They are from another land, and each has its own weaknesses....'' She added, looking like an ant from their size, though her power radiated clear and strong. ''I've even met the hidden protector of her island....''

Vastator couldn't help but comment.

"What makes you think we're of this world, either? We've destroyed many worlds ourselves and are omnipotent in our fields. Not to mention I don't even need to be at this size to obliterate this entire planet...I could go to this island myself, and EASILY take it for you."

In fact, he had all of the Dark Ones return to normal sizes, and he walked up to Chaos.

"Just tell me where it is."

''It is an island far into the ocean, in the middle of nowhere. An island of fire,ice,water, and earth. One must beware when they enter....''

She took a dramatic breath to issue her point.

''There be dragons,and other weird creatures vowed to guard the princess,the island, and her life!''

His voice became extremely distorted, and gained a hellish reverb. It sounded like a whole dissonant choir was speaking along with him, one comprised of tortured souls. Yeah, he's REALLY showing his eldritch side here, the side that gained him the title "The Truth of Reality."

"And I am the death of universes. I am the darkness beyond existence, beyond the mind's comprehension. I am the demon that lurks in the deepest recesses of the minds of the living, I AM THE END. No lowly creatures shall end me, for I am the source of darkness and ending."

He snaps his fingers again, and disappears, teleporting to the island in a gigantic black flash.

Obscuro: "Dammit, there he goes again, using the voice. He always does that when he feels he's being underestimated."

Cruentum: "Shouldn't I be the one going? I am war incarnate..."

Interitia: "You?! You can barely be a sufficient husband, much less deal with this!"

Cruentum: "UUUUUUUUUGH."

As soon as he did, he appears in the middle of a giant island in the middle of the ocean. A huge land, bigger than him, that seemed all to qiet at first. He was in the fire lands, and the boundary of the grasslands. The air was thick in soot and ash, along with fire and flames. The ground was full of sharp rocks and pebbles. He could see the volcano was smoking badly, but alas was silence too.

It was only a matter of minutes before the sun rose to reveal the island fully to him. Still deathly silent, but eery...

Chaos shook her head. ''He only thinks its easy...''

He outstretches his massive wings and begins a low but swift flight, staying close to the ground. Creepy music begins to play inexplicably...and it turns out that he's being followed side-by-side by the Los Angeles Philarmonic tour bus, and they won't stop playing. Vas stares at it a bit and continues on, and the bus keeps up with him. He's slightly annoyed, but disregards it because he himself makes music inexplicably play from time to time.

He flies over the rocky ground until he narrowly misses what appeared to be a deer munching on the grass. It looked like a deer, but its horns were sharp and shiny as steel. It watched him closely as it munched, a bit bigger than a typical earth deer by any means. There was another one close by, watching too.

He just flies right on by them without paying so much as a mote of attention. The orchestra bus drives by just the same, but the music intensifies a bit.

Without warning, a blast of fire grazes the bus as an orange blur whizzes past with a hint of purple and red.

The bis just disappears in a poof of whimsy, while Vastator grabs with nearly impossible speed at the blur, in order to catch it and keep it from moving.

He snatches up a dragon that glares at him with newfound anger, with colors of fire and warmth of magma. Those red eyes stared into his own, with avearage sized wings colored of bright yellow. They wore a crown that was tiny, but fit upon the head of what was soon found to be the princess. She scowled angryly, yellow claws still sharp with her purple dress burnt at the edges.

''Tresspasser!'' She snarled, adjusting her glasses and glaring still. Her tail was around her legs, hidden slightly. Her red hair bore yellow streaks while her build fit loosely of a humanoid dragon.

"You can scream and display all the anger you want, nothing will stop what is coming."

He then made his hand pulse with dark lightning, then he began partaking in the most torturous thing he could. Bad puns. I told you this wouldn't be very serious, didn't I? An evil smirk crosses his toothy maw.

"When we get to where we're going, I hope you won't be dragon your feet too much. And don't get too hot a temper, because you might royally burn someone. And oh deer, what were those creatures back there? I'd definitely pay a buck to know."