Spiritual plane of existence She sat on the ground like a freezing homeless kid in the winter, she looked around aimlessly staring at the wandering phantoms and many other spectral related bodies sneaking around. She listened to their screams and cries almost like they weren't happy to be in the plane, whereas, it was their home. Time can be fuzzy in the spiritual plane and it works negatively to the physical plane. Time in the spiritual plane works reversed to the physical plane that moves forward, meaning a time spent in the spiritual plane would seize to exist in the physical world which also mean, astral forms that leaves the body into the spiritual plane and out will never be able to revise where they've been or had experienced. It's more like leaving a reversed life. She closed here eyes in fear, she doesn't know what to do. Her only helper was Belphegor and she killed him out of anger, out of grief and rage. She has never been into the spiritual plane and it looks strange to

The Outside I'm the writer of my own story, not even you! Watching without disturbance, sounds promising to you but sounds like punishment to me. Not just punishment but an everlasting one. I've been watching everything from above like a god i was meant to be but the Exteriors took that away from me, they made me a word in the mouth of inferior creatures. I was meant to be everything and above everything because they knew how pernicious I was but I actually was not. Like other Exteriors, i don't have a beginning nor an end. Not created by anyone or something, i just came to be without any hindrance but no one ever wants to admit that. I was meant to be, I've the characteristics of what a true god looks like except relying on an incarnate to react. I'm absolute on my own. I've seen how everything was destroyed and recreated countless times, i saw how everything evolves and devolves, i felt how inferior entities were created and then, i had everything within myself until it turned ag

Armageddon In Heaven Realm Eternal "With pleasure!" Reprisal smiled and floated forward. The angels were nothing unlike normal entities, their charges towards Reprisal distorted space and shortened distance in few seconds, their displacing auras went so wild space itself couldn't hold them. Reprisal tore his way through them like a needle, spearing through wings and divine bodies like killing flies. His might alone overshadowed thousands of the angels stunning them in vast dark belief. Reprisal is the anger of God, virtually the anger of the true God. The omnipotent, omniscience and omnipresent one. He decides what rules over him and what doesn't. He's like a living power ordnance. Angels went wild, slashing and pulverizing the entity but Reprisal just stood unfazed by their attacks that shook the entire Box-verse, meaning the omniverse itself. Reprisal was like a drop of water in an ocean but in his scenario, he was the ocean while the angels were the drops. He easily took down

Realm Eternal "Baphomet's return is the problem!" Druidmaster finalized. Archangel Michael's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, he looked deep at the latter and back at Void. Iniacio has no idea what was happening but with the sound of that, he was sure something worst is about to happen. "Impossible!" Archangel Michael replied acidly. Druidmaster cut in rapidly "not impossible but possibly happening right now! The unity boxes has fallen into the wrong hands and now, we are at the break of war." Void added attentively "I witnessed everything!" "We need to find the unity boxes, we need to! There's nothing we can do except retrieving the unity boxes and preventing Baphomet from returning to the omniverse." Archangel Michael snapped. "We need your help!" Druidmaster requested. Archangel Michael scoffed "I can't, I've a balance to keep." He replied. Druidmaster nodded positively. "With Reprisal at your side, I'm certain you'd do just fine. I wish I could help but I j

Prime-Universe Space Strange galaxy "Magnus!" Even existence was astound on sighting the latter "You've fallen...again!" She paused, her voice changed from multi to only masculine. Her feminine shape also was altered as she slowly took the form of a male entity. Magnus clenched onto his sword arrogantly, the sword has consumed him totally. Existence knew that and also knew it originated from one source, Baphomet. Magnus, the most formidable Druidmaster has become the Herald of Baphomet. The end is nigh. "Fall back now Magnus, i find no pleasure in hurting the Druidmaster." Existence warned, his face alone personifies the entire strange galaxy. Magnus was not surprised, he was angered and ready to assault. He relented on his sword, the Deathkiller capable of murdering any entity ranging from gods, deities, celestial beings, cosmic entities, absolutely anything. Relying on that alone, Magnus felt fearless and gusty like a lion. Existence knew what the sword was capable of, h