Written By: Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

“Alright, you too, now I know you’ve been busy and deserve your vacation, but…” John F. Meme’s voice came in through Edward and Zesrial’s Wyyvern Marks. “If you’re done lovin, I’ve found you a classic. A princess is stuck in an evil tyrant’s castle. A noble prince prays for you, Edward, to give him strength as he storms the wretched walled city of scum and villainy.”

In Heaven’s throne room, together upon her throne, she and her God unlock their lips. “So give him the strength then,” Zesrial did not want their day together to end.

“Actually, Aleister has requested that you go and fight by the prince’s side instead,” John replied. “Something about the fate of the Multiverse.”

“Of course he did,” Edward sighed as he and Zesrial unlocked their lips again. “We’re on it.”

“It is alright, we can finish this later,” said Zesrial flirting with Edward as she took her Wyyvern blade form and came to his right hand.

“I’ve given Zesrial the coordinates. Remember, once you make the jump you will have no way to communicate with the outside Multiverse, so you will have to find a Soothslayer if you have any questions. Ready?” asked John. 

“Yup,” Edward and Zesrial replied in unison.

“Oh, and Edward.” Raising an eyebrow, Edward listened for John’s words. “Thank you for pulling me out of… wherever I was.”

“You are most welcome, friend,” with that Edward slashed Zesrial downward cutting a tear in the fabric of reality that healed in full as soon as he jumped through it.

*          *

Nyarlathotep left pain, suffering, destruction, anger, and much much more in his wake. Then, as omnipresently as the Crawling Chaos had set all this in motion, Edward Michael Dimir undid it all. It was as though nothing had happened. All across the Multiverse Edward had taken his time in order to regain the trust and respect of his Multiverse, but he could not regain this from everyone. While many built up churches in his name and worshiped him as their God, equally as many felt him unworthy of Heaven’s throne. All across the Multiverse a cult cruelly seeded the idea that Edward Michael Dimir should be dethroned and replaced. We are a group of very specific individuals dedicated to ensuring that never happens. Appointed by The End himself we seek out these blasphemous cultists and eliminate them. Born from the Third black cat of Emerald we are the one. We are the only. We are the many. We are Leon Aventis.

*          *

“Where is the prince?” Zesrial questioned Edward as he landed in an open field about one hundred yards from a castle’s front gate.

“There is no prince,” Edward replied.

“You’re joking…” Zesrial sighed.

“There never was,” Edward explained. “No one had prayed to me and there is no princess to save.”

“Then why are we here?” Zesrial asked.

“Because my brother once us here,” Edward replied. “Fate of the Multiverse and all that.”

“Oh look,” Zesrial sighed. “An arrow.”

“Yes, that is an arrow,” Edward replied just before it struck his shoulder with a wet thud. Pulling the arrow out he looked up to see, “more arrows.” Blotting out the World’s six suns they fell upon.

“Why didn’t you do that with the first arrow?” Zesrial inquired after every arrow had gone through Edward as though he wasn’t even there.

Edward looked upon all the arrows on the ground beneath him, “I wanted them to believe it would work. Ready?”

“Iron,” Zesrial replied.

On a bolt of Heaven’s lightning Edward suddenly appeared at the castle gate with a, “Ram!” and the six foot thick solid steel gate shattered like it was nothing. 

A slow clap could be heard from an elevated position as the dust settled, “Well done, false God.” Edward looked up at the archers all aiming, bows drawn, at him leading to the man who was speaking. He wore steel plated armor with a white and gold cape. “I’ll wager you believe yourself worthy of her. I would disagree. No one who would allow Heaven to be violated by the tentacles of an inter-dimensional horror could ever be worthy of…”

Taking her Arch-angelic form, “I’m sorry, who are you again?” Zesrial angrily questioned the man.

“I am Searl, the one true God and your new wielder,” the knight replied. Suddenly a beam, coming directly from the Void between Realms, struck Zesrial sending Edward falling into the crumbling earth as Zesrial found herself unable to move.

“Edward!” Zesrial cried out but received no answer as she was slowly pulled up into a massive inter-dimensional vessel. “You won’t get away with this. You can’t.”

“I can and I already have,” Searl replied. “Find him and kill him. Bring me my Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit,” he ordered his men.

“I will never allow you to wield me,” Zesrial spat in Searl’s face.

Searl wiped it off, “you will learn to love me in time, my Lady.”

“Edward!” Zesrial cried out again, but she received no answer.

*          *

“Zesrial!” Edward shouted.

“She is not there,” said a familiar voice.

“Aleister!” Edward angrily replied. “What have you done?”

“Only what is necessary,” Aleister replied.

“You sent me there to lose her?!” Edward growled. “This is your fault!”

“No!” Aleister replied in kind. “It is your own! You are not ready, you are unworthy, you are not where you need to be. You sit on your throne and you wait for an enemy you cannot face. You must become more, so stop blaming me for your loss and be who you were always meant to be. Wake up! Get her back!”

Edward found no lie in his brother’s words. “Help me reclaim her.”

“No,” Aleister replied. “I have no stake in this,” he explained. “If you fail and this self proclaimed one true God claims you he will sit upon her throne and be fully capable of fulfilling your destiny for you. I want you to win, brother, but even if you lose I still win. However, I have sent you aid. Even as we speak they fight to protect your unconscious body from the cultists who seek to kill you and bring the Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit to their master. I’d tell you to pray they succeed, but you would only be praying to yourself.” With that, Aleister left Edward.