The Evrensel Conflict -- Long Live the Villain

Wade Von Doom

All Caps when you spell the man's name
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  1. Advanced
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  1. Male
  2. Female
Genres
Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
So the multiverse is opening itself up. Metaphorical roads are being paved by the forces who open up the borders, and with it, all kinds of life flux from one world to another. While some say this is absolute anarchy and chaos, others would say it's opportunity knocking on the door.

And indeed there is opportunity for those who wish to seize the moment and grab whatever they came from it. Whether it be world domination, the richest of billions, or simple revenge, those who understand how to manipulate these strange occurrences of universe teleporting for their own sake can carve out a place in history for themselves.

And indeed, this is one of those stories. Those of the morally grey and dark now join in what can only be described as the tree of sins, such as greed, wrath, pride and envy is now bearing its fruits for those who wish to pluck it. And if they're smart enough,

they'll find themselves the masters of the multiverse.

Love live the villain.

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~ Outworld, Throne Room of Shao Kahn ~


Those transported to another side of the struggle between two forces of malice and evil would find themselves within the walls of a great fortress, particularly the center of which, where a ruler rests in a slouched position upon his gnarly, menacing throne reminiscent of his own 'skull kabuto' covered face, albeit twisted into a nightmarish, demonic countenance. From said throne, sprouted two lightly curved, yet horizontal horns from the sides, though their true beginning was from the tip, they were complimented by two more sets of smaller horns at the middle and bottom of the throne, curved more severely than the first set. The throne itself then descended into strange spiky formations upon the ground near the back, while at the front below the arm rests yet closer to the small set of steps to the seat itself, were two large skulls at either side of Outworld's Kahnum, filled with a strange energy that produced green flames of soul-fueled power from the empty eye sockets. They were clearly not of human origin, aside from their comparatively immense size, they bore canine teeth of a ferocious beast.

The throne room itself was equal parts intriguing and intimidating, being large in size and detailed in every way that mattered. Before the throne and within the center of the room itself was a large, free space for a sizable audience to position themselves should the Emperor call for one, wherein they would stand upon the smooth, durable marble floor that bore cracks beneath the surface simply for the effect, rather than true structural damage. In the very middle of this space, occupying a great part of said ground was another representation of the Kahnum's profile; Within a circular emblazoning it laid, bearing a more human seeming, yet still drastically altered and fear-inducing face of the ruler of Outworld. Both faces had glowing eyes that seemed to follow those who resided around the room, making the faces seem less like representations and more extensions of the Emperor's will.

Past the threshold of the audience's space, were structurally supporting pillars, but with a peculiar twist: From the bottom to just below the middle, were large curved blades all around them that began at the lowest point and reached up to the aforementioned middle point, jutting outward hazardously, but they wouldn't reach audience members passively. Rather, they would act as hazards for combatants, should the Emperor wish a fight to commence for his amusement within his throne room's boundaries instead of the arena.

The room was kept alight by fire-bearing torches, of the smaller, lamp-like variety nearby said bladed pillars and with larger hearths within archway-like carvings into the walls. One of the more eye-catching walls was immediately behind the Emperor's throne, seeming less like a wall and more a window to another dimension. It was seemingly made of strange, dark tendrils and similar spiky formations to those at the foot of the Kahn's throne. These did not cover the entire "wall", as it left gaps that allowed one to peer into an endless abyss of light purple fading into a brilliant, but otherworldly seeming bright blue that was constantly shifting and pulsing, like it was all alive...

Of course, at the forefront of all of this, was the Emperor himself...the Konquerer of Worlds and Victor of Armageddon, once threatened with total displacement from time, now saved by this great conflict along with his world, to begin new plans with the expected aid of all who were summoned before him.

On this day, Shao Kahn has called for your fealty.

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Meanwhile, however, there lies yet another calling. Not one of mystical or magical gatherings, but rather a simple broadcast. One going out to those hand selected by one man. A man who is looking for those willing to join in his cause. What cause be that?

One ending with whatever you desire. Should they answer the call, they will be given a gift, a token of sorts. It was like a small ticket, with a button in the middle. Should they press that button, they will be teleported to someplace else, with that same old neon green flash of light everyone is surely sick of at this point.

They'll find themselves in a room. A throne room, to be exactly, one draped in green colors, from the carpets to the window shades, with painted pictures of the ruler himself hung along the stone walls. It was cold in this place, a fridge for storing ice cream it felt so cold, as well it was ominous, like any step you took would end in a ghost jumping out to kill you. Or even a trap floor suddenly giving way from the weight. i

In the far end of the room stood a man wearing green robes and a kilt, with his whole body a metal steel suit of armor. The only human part were the eyes that would stare back at him, piercing ones that could cut through skin to reach the soul. Surrounding the room were robots shaped like him, holding blasters, but thankfully holstered along their arms instead of aimed at them.

Here stood Doom, who awaited those who took the offer to join. The world was theirs, he told them. Would he live up to it?

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You may join either faction, or perhaps even go at it alone, the choice is all up to you. But do remember,

Long Live the Villain.

(This is an Evrensel Conflict story.)​
 
Warren Grayson

Warren Grayson had never been one to accept mystical callings, they often ended up with him ending in contracts he would be stuck in. That was the last thing that he wanted to happen. He preferred the simple broadcast asking for help, even if he didn't know the cause, it peeked the magician's interest even if it was just a little.

He didn't even need the promise of getting whatever he wanted, it was just nice to answer the call. He took a deep breath when a small ticket appeared with a button in the middle. Warren did ponder for the briefest of moments what he was getting involved in, but something to help him in his quest was better than nothing. He pressed the button and saw the classical green flash of light.

Warren looked around the room. It seemed he had expected a request from a ruler or a king of some sort. It was always a gamble to deal with kings and rulers, sometimes they didn't fuck you over at all and then other times they fucked you real good that you regret making deals with them. The magician, if he could feel, would have been disappointed that he hadn't brought his ice cream with him and he didn't even care that the room had an air of ' move and I'll fuck you up.'

The magician noticed the man and then looked over at him. He felt that man was the wrong word to describe what he saw before him. Perhaps an android or robot would be much better, though his eyes were human. If he had a soul, it would have been pierced it, expect he didn't seemed phased by it. Nor was he phased by the robots with blasters by their side. He looked over at the man.

" You talk big game for a man in armor, what exactly are you offering us? I have heard promises of grandness that lead back to nothing, who says you are going to live up to the hype? What cause are we even fighting for? You didn't seem to mention any of this in the broadcast and I feel if I am going to be on your side, I would like to know what I am facing."

@The Big Shot Wade