Prologue
It was quite a delightful night on Earth. The wind lightly buffeting your hair, the sweet scent of spices lingering from the nearby orchard, and the stars twinkling from above. It was the kind of night that makes you want to go out with a friend, drink some bubbly, and generally relax.
But the universe isn’t so peaceful.
13 galaxies and 7 alternate universes away, a young alien girl was fighting for her amusement. Glowing white spears made of pure light collided with powerful red-gold strikes, exploding and neutralizing them both, creating an excellent smokescreen. The assailant saw their opportunity and raised a hand, creating a shockwave that blew the debris straight to the girl. Right before it could strike her, she disappeared, and reappeared straight on top of her assailant, performing an excellent somersault before kicking down towards her attacker’s head with murderous intent. The strike connected, and a black-and-white ripple effect seemed to echo around before the attacker’s head was knocked down with an explosion, knocking them into a nearby meteor and rendering them helpless. As they struggled to catch their breath, the girl dusted herself off and laughed delicately, her voice a high, teasing sound that was specifically designed to make you go insane.
She levitated closely, a bored look on her face, barely even sparing her fallen opponent a shred of attention. Up close, she was a young pale-skinned girl, about 17 years old with beautiful silver hair that glistens like the moon, with blue-black highlights at the ends. She was quite tall and slim, with a slightly curvy figure that made her look like a tomboy lest for her hair, and with quite unusual clothing choices. Faded blue denim short that showed off her legs, a black scoop neck choker top, black high-heeled strapped boots that goes just up of her ankles, and a white long-sleeve coat that she wore casually, with the neckline hanging by her waist and sleeves, covering her hands and drooping over the sides. She wore a large earring that spanned over one ear, spiking up like a fan and beautifully decorated with jewels, along with the black mask with a pink scallop edge that reached nearly to her sharp piercing midnight-blue eyes. This artfully creates a seductive effect, successfully concealing the murderous nature of the thing that stood in front of the god, waiting for him to get up so she could finish him off. The god coughed, knowing he would most likely die in this encounter, stood up and faced the beast.
“What do you want, miss?” He asked tentatively, buying himself time to think. He had heard about her before, the bewitching wily beast that roamed the universe, looking for someone to fight and seeking entertainment for her own impetuous whims. Rumors surrounding her were endless, spanning from being revived from an ancient assassination tribe to being the very symbol of destruction. Nevertheless, one thing was clear: STAY AWAY FROM HER AT ALL COSTS. And unfortunately for this galaxy, she had chosen it to visit on this particular sun cycle, bored to death and looking for a fight with the famed Trevilian God. Originally, seeing her foxy outfit and seductive aura, he had planned to seduce her and make her one of his mistresses. She had suggested a fight to settle this, ending up with him losing in the most humiliating way possible.
“None of your damn business. Or are you so desperate that you’d need to pry into my personal information?” she snickered, then continued. “Pity that we can’t sit down and chat. Let’s just say that your wife has an… arrangement for me to, oh, deal with your little wandering eye. Catching all those mistresses must be tiring, no?”
The god paled. He knew exactly what was coming, and he tried desperately to defuse the rapidly escalating situation, all the while panicking. While she wasn’t paying attention, he pressed the emergency call distress signal, hoping that his fleet would get here in time to kill her and save him.
“I apologize, my la-AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!”
Visions of blood and shadows clouded his mind as he bent over, screaming in pain while her sadistic laughter rang throughout space. Normally he would have recovered easily, but she had fought him for 3 solar and lunar cycles straight without stopping even once, all for her own barbaric amusement. As he bent down, gasping for air desperately and bringing up his ar-
Wait.
Where are his arms?
Screams echoes through the air as blood splattered everywhere, forming into glistening ruby beads that spun softly in a delicate orbit, illuminated by the spears of light as the heartless laughter and screams of anguish continued on throughout the eternal night…
Well, that was boring.
She had come here, looking for a challenge to alleviate her restlessness, and all she had was a bloody carcass and some motherfucker’s useless abilities. Really, assassination missions are seriously wasted on this kind of shit-eating god. Not that she was complaining about getting to kill him blame-free. Hell, she could see how his wife had wanted him off of the map, probably for the throne or whatever crap she’d cooked up as an excuse to make it justifiable. Again, not that she actually cares, now that she can get out of this fucking universe. But… what awaited her wasn’t exactly pleasant either, which was why she had taken up this mission, as far away from the Base as possible.
Oh well, that’s just how it is, she supposed, skimming through the Trevi-something god’s gold crap to take home as bounty, making sure none of the blood spatters got on her clothing (she only wore silvery materials and she can create her own gems, but chemiluminescent gold fetch quite a high price in the intergalactic black market, no matter where you sell it). It wasn’t as if she had anything better to do (sounds lame, but it was ‘necessary’, according to the scientists at the Aalenian labs). It was simply how her life was ever since she was born, in the Diltiazem laboratory. Bred as powerful humanoid weapons, created with the knowledge and power to kill and destroy as much as necessary, for the money that kept rolling in from their missions from everywhere in space.
Finished with pillaging and desecrating the dead body, she rose and teleported back, sighing the whole way there (yes, you still can sigh when you teleport, if you are used to speed faster than gamma-light) fully expecting a lecture and boring presentations when she gets back. Already, she can picture the modern skyscrapers, the long golden prairies, the oddity of a landscape that is Alania, and the masked scientists, whom all looked as if they’d been sent to hell and back (for all she knew, as scientists weren’t at a biochemical lab specializing in bio-assassins and planet-destroying living bombs for no reason).
The first thing she saw was smoke.
Red, bloody smoke.
Poisoner 12787@arsenic00’s smoke.
You might think “Hey, you’re a badass assassin who killed millions with a flick of your wrist, and that is where you’re created! Shouldn’t that be normal?”, but if there is one thing she knew from experience, smoke is never good. Especially if it came from one of the poison-based creations from the bioterrorism labs that was supposed to be under airtight lock and key. For very good reasons that even she knew not to question (and that was saying much, since she did whatever she wanted, whenever it struck her fancy). Breaking into a run, she lightly floated over the practice lake used for levitation practice, and charges right inside the silvery buildings, whose doors have been smashed open, along with bombs that were setting off simultaneously, spitting shrapnel everywhere and effectively barricading the compound (not if she smashes it open), bracing herself for whatever’s inside. Maybe it’s not that bad?
Never mind, it’s totally bad.
EXTREMELY, STUPENDOUSLY BAD.
The inside of the compound was total chaos. Tubes exploding and flooding with dangerous substances that seem to destroy whatever they touched, while other creatures flailed around, shrieking for help and running crazedly from threats only they can see. A harpy was screeching about her ripped wings using her sirenic scream, shattering more experimental creation beakers musically in the background, spilling living acid bloops all around and releasing random octopus's things inside said beakers. Two Volcanos jellyfishes were spewing liquid magma, setting machinery on fire and killing various staff members as they tried to restrain the living lethal bombs that were rampaging all around them, failing magnificently at it (every living thing knew that you don’t pull an Elenita 5-headed snake’s tail without it biting your head off). Off to the side, she could hear the Boss yelling into an earpiece about a Code 13, presence of level 17 colossus ion, failed disposal, and emergency calls. Right then, said colossus ion exhaled an enormous burst of ominous red light, blasting a hole straight through the whole compound, barely missing her nose, killing said Boss in process and helpfully send all the agitated bioweapons around her into a hysterical frenzy, proceeding to destroy the whole building and thoughtfully kill off all the possibly helpful people whom she could’ve recruited to fix this mess. She sighed, wondering what the hell was her luck thinking, first with this fucking mess, then with the damned colossus ion that was supposed to be disposed of months ago, now currently ripping up the labs and choking on the foul black smoke that her mask automatically filters out. That goddamn creature was supposed to be dead, as the Boss had requested some of her alates to dispose of this motherfucker months ago, as it could spell doom and blah blah blah destroying reality as we know it if left alive-
WAIT.
THE COLOSSUS THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DISPOSED OF MONTHS AGO. BECAUSE IT WAS TOO STRONG AND COULD SPELL DOOM FOR THIS WHOLE FACILITY AND THE UNIVERSE AS WE KNOW IT.
THE ONE THAT WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO EXIST .
THE VERY ONE THAT THEY USED MY ALATES FOR DISPOSAL OF.
THEN HOW THE FUCKING HELL IS IT RAMPAGING IN HERE RIGHT NOW ?!??!?!
END OF PROLOGUE 1 (course there’ll be more, the hell do you think I wrote the damn cliffhanger for, hm?)