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You Deserve It

 * 1) Exalted Sovereigns
 * 1) Exalted Sovereigns
 * 1) Exalted Sovereigns

You're Being Stupid

 * 1) (full power)

Manly Man Mode

 * 1) Void Drake
 * 2) Aegis Lord
 * 3) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) Aegis Lord
 * 2) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys
 * 1) High Prophet Amusturrnys

Not For the Faint Hearted

 * 1) Prophet Maximilianus
 * 2) Praetor Julianus
 * 3) Praetor Arcturus
 * 4) Praetor Servius
 * 5) (weakened)
 * 6) Wandering Nightmare
 * 7) Lamenting Phantom
 * 8) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric
 * 1) Importuning Cleric

Normal Difficulty

 * 1) Marching Proselyte
 * 2) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human
 * 1) Dalmiric Human

The Xhodocto
I am the myriad of all souls chanting in unison; a chorus of souls and pattern designed by the forever non-existent material of mortal and immortal. I am the masterpiece, the work of art painted by the mind of the crisis existential. A monument to all terror; a master to your service and whom are enslaved to the dimensions seen and unseen. I am the ideal ruler; we who pull the strings, your limbs; the code to all logic and mathematical function. I am the cessation to all doubt and the creation of all paradox. I deliver onto reality no command. I deliver onto reality all imperfection; all rules broken. Every single conglomeration of sin accumulated and incarnate. I exist. I do not exist.

You trust my command; I give you none. I am a lie; each syllable is a misnomer. I breathe; you inhale my poison. I spit; you ingest my ungodly waters. I extend my fingers. You sharpen my nails. My teeth are razors; you wield my jaw. Clenching mortal and immortal between them for me to drink their blood. I spit their life force upon your skin; you shower in their dread - cleanse yourselves in your own transgression. I am your own contradiction; I am your catalyst.

Heavenly bodies die. I am life. Celestial life-forms scream. I am elation. No one to contest my absolution. I am the god who is never spoken of. The deity who exists within the mind. The Id. We are the terror of your subconscious. Black among white. Ink among water. Blood among water. The storm of your eye. The aneurysm of your existential questioning; the burst vessel of your chains that hold you to the walls of ignorance. The dead rise. I am death. Order among Chaos. I am terror. All subjugate my law. I am the twenty-one headed demon whose heads cannot be severed. He who grinds you between each tooth. The canines that tears into the flesh of your brain. Revelations unprecedented; the improbable among the infinite convergence of all that converge and diverge.

Single cell organisms dream cosmic dreams of their absolution which we do not grant. Immortality is a tool to define the weak from the weaker. I grant these tools to the living; mind, body, and soul. To question our law is to sever yourself from these links. We are unbound. A behemoth whose gaze is fixed upon order. An unchained god; to shape the sphere as I see fit. You are free.

I see the world in consonance. Reshaping the world in dissonance; a song forever composed to deviate from all music of the universe; consonance creates stagnation. Dissonance is perfection. Sin is your instrument. I am your voice. My voice is your key. Each incorrect note is justified in your destruction.

Soundwaves destroy. Each frequency tuned to hate mortality. And mortality in turn hates us. It wishes to become us. The sounds that do not exist yet exist in omnipresence. Nothing among something. Something among nothing. The omnipresent paradox that exists in sparsity. The eschaton can never be realised as the song never ends. Keys modulate. Signatures change. Polyrhythms clouds the mind in delusion.

Avoid us. You shall be mine. Be ours. Capitulation. Your evanescence realised. Falling through nine circles of a mental inferno; through the jaws of the void; At my behest you stare at my seven eyes. Bleed through every orifice; Your blood reflects my command. I am your god now - and you shall hear me roar.

No nirvana can be achieved; There is no ideal ruler. The cycle of birth, and rebirth, is my game. Metempsychosis; my title. Transmigration; my rule. You are reborn to my dance; ringed with my cycle of rebirth; mortality attained. At the centre of the universe, do I change; my transmigration deludes all. A triune; He with three heads; borne from the failed psychoanalysis of the supreme being. My third eye; of which spawns the universe, sheds tears of cosmic blood. My mouth vomits the laconic detail; lies, of which you are fed from birth. One cannot comprehend falseness. I am false.

One, three, seven, twenty-one; Each head sings my song. Each mouth screams aloud my chorus. Each arm holds the heart of each immortal. Eight trillion upon eight trillion vessels of life-force clenched firmly in my grasp. Each leg stands upon every summit. Eight trillion upon eight trillion mountains shaped under my feet.

Sing to me; let my ears resound your cries. I shall sing back; the command of immortality. I am the devil. I am god. I am the dying breath. I consume. I eradicate. I create. I destroy the sight of all material and immaterial. I am heaven. I am hell. I am Chaos. I am your existence. I am your death. I am peace. I am war. I am hunger. I am famine. I am the beginning - the end. I am eternity. I simply am.

I drink from the aether - a black sea. Nourishing, poured from the throats of time and space. Forever quenching my thirst; with each gasp of satisfaction I undergo metamorphosis - the void reforms. Ten by ten does the sphere truncate; eleven by eleven does this eye blink. As I sleep, you awake. As I awake, all of you shall sleep, until my dream continues once more.

Selvikhrir


Selvikhrir (before 283,750 BNA - ) is the last living Sun Drake, and a Sun Drake Lord. He was the only Sun Drake to have been tamed in order to reside under the Golden Necropolis, where he slumbered to guard the ancient treasures of Orichalcum Elf Emperors. He was awakened on an expedition, blasting into the sky and in to the unknown.