Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter and Robert Whitmore

“Nyarlathotep lives within Edward Michael Dimir for this is the only way that Nyarlathotep can protect Edward Michael Dimir from Death, but Edward Michael Dimir can still die. When Edward Michael Dimir dies Edward Michael Dimir becomes Hell. Nyarlathotep lives within Edward Michael Dimir,” Q echoes the phrase repeatedly in a mumbling within Mad’s mind. “Would you be quiet? I’m nervous too, but she can’t hear you, Q. Can she?” Q went back to repeating the phrase, this time in a far more confident tone.

Sarah Iron’s Iron Ram. Edward Dimir’s Wall. Never before had either fought against the other. Were it not for the barrier of pure magical energy cast around their duel by Nëastar and Michael, The End only knows how many entire Universes would be violently destroyed by the rapidly and randomly repeating shockwaves caused by their battle. Then the clashing stops and Sarah slides back stopping herself with the six-inch retractable claws of her feet and right hand. Holding her off hand short sword out having just blocked another counter attack with it. Blood dripping from her left ear where the top three inches had been cut off, but she smiles non the less. Trenches, three or so feet in length extend from the six-inch retractable claws of the Taken Edward’s feet dug into the ground. She had moved the Wall. Returning to her feet. With an “Iron! Ram!” She sends out a concentrated shockwave that forces Nyarlathotep off balance, then she bolts. In a circle around her Taken God Sarah runs too fast to be seen, the six-inch retractable claws on her feet providing traction. With every “Iron!” She arrives seemingly from nowhere. With every “Ram!” She impacts the Taken Wall moving Nyarlathotep, ever so slightly, in that direction.

“So you can move me,” the Taken Edward scoffs masking his concern. “Ha! You will never break me!”

*          *

Alarms blare across the three Elven ships as something the size of the galaxy they are in approaches.

“Sir a massive ship is coming into the system.” yelps the sensors officer.

“How Massive?” Captain Sirion asks.

“It’s the size of a Galaxy my sensors can’t read more than half of it… wait it just vanished from my readouts sir!”

Turning quickly as a mass of matter appears swirling like a tornado.

The enormous vessel disappears completely. A tall skinny Fennec Fox humanoid with black marble fur and giving off the same signature as the ship manifests on the Valiants bridge. “Everyone quiet!” All aboard the three ships can hear his voice clearly. “I must witness this.” His head uncovered with no indication that it ever was the armor he wears is that of an assassin. The ax, held in his right hand, hues Famine, Strife, War, and Death as do the markings coming from it to the rest of his body. Four winged serpents; Death’s, bladed and tempting, wrapped around his neck. Famine’s, faded with vapors rising from it, coiled over his chest. Strife’s, symmetrical and intricately designed, flies over his eyes. War’s, with two opposite heads one of purest white and the other a tainted black, spread its wings over his back. Pierced into his Fennec ears, which were even larger than Sarah’s, are seven rings that seem to contain an unstable and unfathomable power. Three on his right and four on his left. One ring is made of earth and purple lightning, another is like a dragon of fire eating its own tail. One is like a blade ring of Ice, another is a tiny sphere moving so fast it only appears to be a ring. A fifth flickering in and out of existence and a sixth is made of beautifully flourishing plant life. The final ring is of white bones shrouded in black sand with blue spirits flying around it. His sapphire eyes would not look away from the fight despite his ears twitching toward ever sound around him. His face is emotionless. “Come and witness,” he says to those around him. “This will be Epic,” a subtle grin grows over his face.

A few of my bridge guard raise their Rifles locking on to him if he tries anything.

“I do not fight, unless my intent is to kill,” the Fennec says still watching Sarah and Nyarlathotep. “Assassin’s code.”

Looking at my guards and nodding to them they lower their weapons.

“Then we shall watch together at this amazing spectacle.”

*          *

Seren leaps over the bodyguard as she tucks and rolls landing gently in front of them.

“Did you guys bring me a present. Oooh i can’t wait to play with it.” she utters from her helmet mic.

“Seren, he is to powerful. All of us combined probably can’t take him down.” Sev utters out over the unit frequency.”

“Come on just let me play with him for a little time. I am unlike any of you. You better leave and keep Lady Nëastar with you. She has used much of her power.”

Pulling my 2 swords out forming into a defensive stance

“Hahaha another comes to face me. Oh this just keeps getting better,” speaks out Loki.

“Well then you fought some of my brethren and nearly defeated them. What’s holding you back then.” taunting Loki.

“Fine. If you are set on dying by my hand, then I shall accept your challenge.”

He swings in attacking me. Stepping lively to my left striking out as well as he finishes his downward attack spinning his Wyvvern blade blocking my attack at the same time. This goes on for a short time. Attacking defending and counter attacking until I purposefully make a small mistake. Tripping on my ankle falling forward as he grabs my leg and stabs down trying to kill me. Summoning one of my little portals I disappear only to leap out from another portal smashing my fist into his lowered head. He grunts in surprise as his hand backswings impacting on my helmet sending it ricocheting off the ground. He looked into my face admiring my beauty. Fore a brief second he stands there. Before he starts his next action I burst from myself as many forms of me form a circle around him. All my selfs talking at once.

“This will make things interesting. Try spotting the real me. For I have a soul and don’t have a soul.” Smiling, as one we ready our weapons. He strikes at a version of myself three down from my real form. She blocks his attack with skill as another version attacks at the same time. “Hmm this is interesting watching myself attack and defend at the same time. Interesting.” He then realizes the one standing back watching out of curiosity is the real me. Punching the one he is fighting and charging forward at me. I Leap through another portal as my other versions begin our dance around him. Attacking and vanishing through portal after portal. He begins to tire of these constant attacks and portals finally surges forth into a portal forcing the version about to step through out of the way. Coming from my portal he leaps out behind me. Knocking me flat and stabbing down through my chest.

“Feel my wrath and die now, trickster.”

As my other versions reach out in despair and begin to vanish.

I smile at him as I vanish out of Existence then back again just a few feet from him. His sword still sticking where I was. Cracking my neck and brushing some dust off my left shoulder.

He stares defiantly at me. “What are you? You are not like anyone else of your kind.”

“I have been asking myself that question for a very long time.” smiling back replying to his question. “I am an Elf that once was. A lover that once died for love. And a woman who yearned for a family and lost. But other then that I have no idea. I am dead and yet I am alive. I am beautiful and yet I’m not. I am undead and yet I never died. I am Ancient beyond time and yet freshly born. I am everywhere and Nowhere. What I find more Hilarious is the fact that we both are locked into a battle to the Death when neither one of us is even alive to kill. Ironic don’t you think”   

“ARRGGHHH, you break too many laws! I will destroy you even if it takes a Century to do soo.” He yells out at me. Still smiling at him I reply once again

“You can destroy me and yet you can never destroy me. And I too can Destroy you and possibly can’t Destroy you. But i know that behind us can cause you a Big Issue.”

Pointing over my right shoulder with my thumb at the duel between Edward and Sarah.

*    *

With Sarah shouting in every attack the Taken Edward learned her pattern and is able to line up for a death blow against her. As she came in for one last “Iron!” from the front the Taken Edward had spun Zesrial across his body gaining her momentum and was already swinging the Wyyvern Blade down. He struck her at the moment of her “Ram!” with a bolt of Zesrial’s lightning driving her blade’s edge.

Then the Wall ceased, “Ahhahahaha! Finally, its over,” Nyarlathotep laughs through Edward’s mouth.

“Iron,” Sarah’s says in a soft and confident voice causing a force to drive the edge of Zesrial,’s blade deeper into her skull.

“Let go!” Unable to remove her, try as he might, Nyarlathotep puts Edward’s foot to Sarah’s chest and unsheathes the six-inch retractable claws. Stabbing and pushing them into her flesh, he pulls in an attempt to free Zesrial.

“Ram!” Sarah’s wrath could be felt across the Mulitverse as the Taken Edward flew backwards hitting the ground hard carving out a trench finishing into a crater where he landed.

Edward’s ankle broken Nyarlathotep struggled to stand up, “No. Let me go. Let me free!” he demands, but Edward would not allow him to leave his body.

Blood dripping from her forehead, Sarah removed Zesrial from her skull and stabbed the Wyyvern Blade of Deceit, blade first, into the ground before her. Zesrial’s weapon form untwists and returns to her former glory. A storm grew across every Realm in the Multiverse. A funnel of whirling teal-hued white snow and Purple lightning falls upon Sarah as Zesrial synchronizes with her. Heaven’s mark flies up her left arm around her shoulders, and over her head from the back spreading and engraving wings of flashing purple lighting over the back of her ears as the Wyyvern Mark’s head burned into her skull inbetween her eyes. The scar Zesrial had given Sarah on the forehead healed over as though it never had been. “Iron!” she shouts and a bolt of Heaven’s lightning strikes her from above and then brings her to their Taken God too fast for Nyarlathotep to react. “Ram,” Zesrial says as Sarah drives her blade through Edward’s chest.

Crying out in pain, “he feels this pain as I do,” Nyarlathotep chuckles. “You would make your own God suffer this…ahh! Slow and pain…full death?”

Placing her right paw-like hand on Edward’s head caressing his left ear, “he is an Iron Ram,” Sarah says unto Nyarlathotep. “We love the pain,” she, ever so slightly, twists Zesrial. Then spreading her fingers out over the top of his head she unsheathes her six-inch retractable claws. The natural mechanism of her skeletal structure release the held back claws from the top of her wrist causing the tension in the muscles that stretch from them to the tips of her fingers to release. The claws spring forward up and over, locking into their individual sockets on each of her fingers. The muscles retense themselves to sheath her claws upon her command.

“AAAHHH!!!” Nyarlathotep cries out in pain unable to fight back as molten Lava begins to boil Edward’s veins and melt through his flesh and fur until Hell’s fire burst from below.

Sarah flies back, disarmed of Zesrial and tumbling down to the ground, as Zesrial flies, blade first, into Loki bouncing off of Birtha with a ‘ting’ before falling flat on the ground. Leaning over, Loki hears a voice before he can reach Zesrial’s hilt, “don’t even think about it.”

“Okay,” Loki walks away as Zen shrouds in ready to stand against anyone other than her intended wielder who would dare touch her.As Heaven’s blade begins to rise, surging with her lightning, her Wyyvern’s Mark leaves Sarah flying back to her hilt. Then, taking her Archangelic form, Zesrial held up her left arm to Hell, the Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit, and he came to her. His Wyyvern’s Mark rising up from her left arm to her left eye as seering Hellfire engraves it there. “Dolan! Now!” she called out and the Wyyvern of Blessedness flies through Hell as he takes his Fennec form to wield Zesrial, then returns to Dolan Crow as he stepped into the Realm from the portal that his Wyyvern had made. Edward’s Dead snow falls as Hell’s fires extinguish before Zesrial engraves her Wyyvern’s Mark from his right hand up through his right eye as he stabs her, blade first, into the ground before him. Resynchronized with Edward, Zesrial takes her Archangelic form again and holds him tight, “I thought he would have you forever.”

“It’s alright. I’m here now,” Edward holds her tightly knowing what Nyarlathotep must have done to her. Looking down they both see Sarah on her knees bowing her head.

Giving Sarah a hug as she lifts her back to her feet, “thank you,” Zesrial says unto her before returning to Edwad’s side.

“You are more powerful than I, Sarah,” Edward smiles at her, “never bow before me again,” and holds out a paw-like hand for her to shake. “Iron?”

Taking Edward’s hand and, “Ram!” headbutting him with full control over the attacks strength. “Thank you friend,” she finishes the shake.

“Now, let us fix this mess so that we might revel in our victory,” Edward heartily laughs.