Cain, Faora and Desne

Far from the freezing rays of the green sun towered a large tree with drooping branches. Its tips and leaves created a barrier of sorts around the tree itself. Dark miasma exuded from the leafless tree, unseen but felt from the creeping feeling of dread Cain could note sneaking up his spine.

For him, it was a nuisance, a perk of being one with the light but for the other two standing by the tree, it was definitely not easy.

"And I can't cut this tree down because?" one of the females spoke. She was a sight to behold, a beauty beyond compare. Long white tresses that bounced off her backside as she moved, a figure to make lower men drool, and the perfect ensemble. In all, she would be every man's dream if not for the cold gaze she portrayed. Cain could never for his life manage to figure out why she did not gain the Core ability of ice. It more than anything would have gone well with her temperament.

"For the umpteenth time Desne, the tree can't be cut. Trust me I tried. didn't go so well for me. You could take a shot but you're weaker and also have less proficiency to no proficiency in the light insight." His answer was crisp and clear without hesitation.

"Let's just get this done and leave," Desne muttered icily while still glaring the tree down. Cain made a slight mocking bow of his head in acceptance before turning to the other Creator. Faora. A frown flashed across his face as quickly as it vanished. She was a problem that he had not solved. While it was one thing to describe Desne as cold and annoying, Faora was another case.

If Desne was cold then Faora was nothing. She was one whose core ability fit her perfectly. Cain would lie and say she didn't disturb him but he knew that she was a bother to him. Maybe even more than the Number one player would be. There was something about her that just made this hanging tree's darkness feel docile.

Faora turned from looking at the tree to Cain making him slightly stiffen not enough to be noticed but enough to be a reaction.

"Why here?" her voice low, almost a whisper. Cain's eyes slightly narrowed as he watched her before he mentally shook off the slight feeling of oppression he got from her.

"It's the best place to finalize our plans without being spied on. Plus..." he tapped the trunk of the tree making a dark smoke attempt to wrap itself around his wrist. With a shake, he pulled free of it. "...it serves as a good entrapment point for any foolish Creator to fall".

" Creator?" Desne frowned at Cain's words. "You wish to hunt down Creators?" her eyes narrowed.

"Not exactly. But our plans will surely get the attention of some figure. Possibly the big one or maybe small fries". Cain shrugged before stopping halfway in his expression. His eyes were locked on Faora or rather her eyes.

'It couldn't be. Must be seeing things' He looked to the ground and back to her. 'It's gone' For a moment Cain could have sworn he saw a glint and subtle smile on Faora's normally bland face. Cain tilted his head as he processed this new development.

'So that's it. That's what moves you.' a smile lit up his face making both females pause staring at him.

" Let's begin. Firstly, I already sent most if not all my currently present beautiful angels into this barren plain. Reports I've received show traces of three lifeforms. One we all already know, the other two are something, stranger."

Cain stretched out his hands letting loose a thick white mist which descended to the ground in a spiral. They condensed before rising back up and then dissipated leaving in their place two forms. One was a hunched-over three-armed creature, a singular eye by the left of its face and two mouths to the right one above the other. The arms were even more bizarre. Rather than a slightly normal two to the left and one to the right or at least one at the back. The creature had two arms growing out from each other. Like an arm from the center of its palm. Even more creepy was the shocking fact that the second outgrowth was smaller than the first which made it possible to both grab with the main outgrown arm.

Desne frowned before looking to the next creature while Faora just stared for a longer time. The second was a floating flower, tentacles, and petals aided it in floating above the ground. A sort of venus fly trap mouth protruded from a red flower.

"Even my angels could not hope to go up against one of these. As creatures beyond our universes, they are obviously on par with we creator gods. My angels have plotted routes through the less frequented parts of Mistrelon." he paused as his eyes gleamed.

"Well as much of the scouted parts of it as possible." the images shattered to nothing while Cain turned to face both females.

"I won't beat around the bush. My plans are simple and very easy to put to use. But, there are known obstacles that I alone can't handle." Cain tilted his head before rephrasing.

"Obstacles that would be a pain to handle alone."

"So you want us to be your lap dogs, coming when you need us." Desne raised an eyebrow condescendingly.

"True, but not as lap dogs. As partners. The Number One will come to Mistrelon when she realizes what is here and..."

"What?. Is here?" Faora asked. Cain though knew just as Faora knew that her words were not a question. More of a command.

"Nothing you need to know of". Cain answered with a feigned smile.

" Shouldn't partners, be brought into the loop.?" Desne smiled coldly while taking a step forward. Cain nodded in agreement.

"As soon as you both accept and join my plans."

"And how would you enforce this agreement? We have to be sure of your loyalty." Desne suddenly appeared next to him, tendrils of purple mists dissipating as she drew her fingers over his shoulders.

"System oath. A classic amongst games. Yet there is something far more interesting about it." he raised an eyebrow at her hands on his shoulders.

" Those in a system made oath are bound body, mind, and soul to keep the agreements of the binding. Until death do us part. " he smiled coldly. "Much like marriage back in the days".

" Agreed," Faora mumbled. Instantly a parchment of golden paper appeared before them, with words written on the side and Faora's name stamped on tbe side.

"Well..." Desne appeared next to tbe parchment grabbing it with her hands. "...this will be interesting." Words burned into the parchment as she turned to look at Cain whose smirk had grown so wide it threatened to escape his face. "What's next esteemed leader?"

"Next?" Cain's smile would have been infectious if it wasn't downright dark. "We keep as many creators as we can out of Mistrelon. If possible. Keep her out."

"No. Not her." Confused by this he looked to Faora who was still scrutinizing the tree. "Let her come. I want to know what the number one is capable of". Cain watched with annoyance as Faora then set her right hand on the tree. Just like with him dark energies grasped her wrists and began going up it.

Cain sighed as he moved to repel the tree's hunger only to halt as he watched a different scene from what he expected to occur. Like a reverse, the tendrils receded and then wafted up the tree like a scourge. The bark already dark and creepy, became worse. Actively rotting and eroding with a speed that petrified both Cain and Desne.

The huge tree shook, its creaks and sounds like a death wail, the dropping branches curling on itself and lashing about with a vengeance. The roots creaked and the ground cracked as there's made to tear itself loose. Then all was quiet.

In seconds the entire tree was done. Its dark aura fading from the environment. Cain had an ugly frown on his face, one that slowly melted into a smile.

'I might have hit the jackpot here.' His plans were discarded. There was no need for them, after all, Faora was on his side.

All he needed was the system oath which would make sure they acted accordingly". Of course, it went both ways which was why he couldn't stop her from letting Hildelith come.

" Very exciting " Desne had an uncomfortably devilish gleam. Yet Cain wasn't bothered, after all this was a brave new world.

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A rough-looking earthen construct made like a crude caveman's living quarter stood by the monolith. A destroyer with green and blue blazing fires emitting from its empty eye sockets and several open parts of its body darted past on all fours with another Destroyer in its mouth while limping and favoring a leg. It halted at a mound where it tossed the corpse onto the pile. A pile of dead beasts.

Even as it turned to leave a limb pushed out of the mound, its flesh stretching and reknitting as it dragged itself out of the heap. The destroyer halted looking back to the new false life, greenish blue fire in its eye and pouring from its death wounds. A snarl was all that was needed to get the new one in line. Both creatures, a destroyer, and a three-limbed one-eyed entity raced out of the city with only one desire moving them.

The Mother's will be done.