Saturday, February 1, 2020
The Grand Imperial Hall
Château of The High Council, Ozuul


The silent ineffective watcher. You gaze on in horror, mouth fallen agape in an inaudible scream, much too filled with fright to formulate a sound. Not that it would make much of a difference, one way or another. You could be shouting at the top of your lungs and not a single soul in that room, would hear you. Not that they knew you were there in the first place. You were invisible, a ghost to them and that's how you always would be. Still, that doesn't lessen the sadness or diminish the suffering, watching a sword thrust through Azrael; from spine to sternum, shatters you to pieces and not being able to do anything about it, makes it all the worse.


All around you, The Grand Imperial Hall erupts into chaos, chairs clatter to the floor and weapons are quickly drawn. Meanwhile, Azrael gasps out in pain, his eyes wide in shock, blood flooding down the front of his shirt and causing it to stick to his body as he trembles. That's when Zelena - The Darkstar Destroyer, pushes the blade in further, till the hilt of her sword presses hard into Azrael's back and he hollers out in agony, all the louder. A tidal wave of crimson crashing forward. With her free hand, Zelena reaches up and forcefully turns Azrael's head towards her wicked grin.


"Can you feel that?"


Zelena asks and when Azrael does not reply, she makes him nod.


"Yeah, you can and you are aware of what sensation you're feeling, correct?"


"Yes. I am. And you better pray to the sanctioned gods that this death lasts because if it doesn't..."


Shoving Azrael's jaw closed, Zelena dances her slender, pale finger tips, over the spaceman's lips, smearing scarlet across them and all along the sides of his face as she pulls it closer to hers. Summoning a groan from within his closed mouth, a gurgle of blood caught inside his throat, fights its way to freedom and spills down either side, leaving stark trails behind.


"Death. Oh Azrael, this is so much better than mere death, I mean you will die but not by my hand or sword... nor shall your demise derive from anything carried out by Maxwell either. He really was just the distraction here tonight. A role he took on willingly and performed magnificently, I might add. However, there is a chance that you might perish... right now, should anyone get the bright idea to interfere and actually attempt to follow through with it."


She addresses the entire room with a sidelong stare, stating seriously and cold.


"Trust me. Azrael will die an excruciating death and it'll be the fault of the hero that tries to save him. Play nice and don't do anything stupid and the reward will be his life. Understand? Max and I, have not come here to kill Azrael."


Full focus on Azrael. Zelena's voice returns to a playful purr.


"No, we are here on a specific mission and soon, we will be far too busy and preoccupied with our own future agenda, to ever even take you into consideration again because by then, you'll be exceptionally insignificant. So substantially below our standards, you will resemble nothing more than an insect. The little bug that's not worth the time to crush. Still, there is one thing that we do require from you, hitherto that happening. Which is why we're here. To claim something of yours that I want... something that I've craved to possess and call my very own and will finally take as mine. Tonight."


Pure joy encompasses her giggles.


"You see, this sword that I currently have stuck inside you, right now."


Shakes sword slightly, causing Azrael to wince and whimper.


"It accomplishes nothing more than the act of clipping your wings, think of it as being castrated, with the kindness of allowing you to keep your cock and we both know how valuable that is to you. By the sanctioned gods! More than half of the universe is aware of that! Honestly, it is a good thing that you decided to go along with this wedding and promise to stay faithful to one being cause after I'm through with you, who knows what kind of horrible, life ending malady you would pick up? If you went forward in life, carrying on the way that you used to do."


"Without immunity to disease, even your precious planet Earth, wouldn't be a safe place for an intergalactic whore... like yourself. You'd still wind up turning your nether regions into a petri dish, dick would shrivel up and fall off, closely followed by your balls and you'd die, a slow, aching, miserable death. Now that you're married though, perhaps that'll give you a bit more time on the ol' clock? Maybe? Hmmm? Could it be true? Nah, Rebel shouldn't hold her breath, old habits and such but hey, at least you won't be alone when you croak. She seems to have a malfunction in the brain department, so you can bet that she'll stick by your side. Thick and thin, till death do you part. How truly... pathetic."


Brief pause as she considers Azrael's furrowing brows and quickening breath.


"You look confused. Allow me to explain and educate, my darling dullard. The sword is called - The Invocator of Eos, it summons an essence and extracts it, then possesses it. Keeping the energy contained within the confines of its glorious blade, till the owner of the sword chooses to use the stored essence. Whenever and however deemed fit. Ordinarily removing an essence from one's form, would mean certain death but that's the beauty of this finely crafted weapon, it exclusively revokes only a secondary, combined essence."


"For instance, the Gaia that's bound with yours."


"The very one that came from inside that ship you stole and the source of all your marvelous abilities, adaptability and immunity. There will be nothing special or extraordinary about you anymore and everyone... all your enemies, anyone you ever thwarted or crossed will know it and they will come to enact their revenge. You can count on it. Make no mistake about that. They will come for you. I promise to spread the word just in case though. So you see, I don't need to kill you or end your life, you're a dead man walking. It's only a matter of time before your fate catches up with you and that sounds like a far more entertaining finish to me."


"In the meantime, while you're busy toiling away and attempting to avoid your inevitable doom, I will bind my essence with the Gaia and harness its power as my own because lets face the facts here, it won't want to stay trapped inside this blade. Not after knowing the taste of freedom for over a thousand years. The Gaia and I, we will unite and become one. Giving me the gifts I need to enact my master plan and finally start having some real fun. The universe, all of time, space and reality, will be my playground and there won't be a single thing that you or your merry band of freaks and misfits, can do about it. Not after I'm infused with the assortment of powers that the Gaia will bestow unto me."


Deep sigh.


"Well now you know everything. Is there anything you want to add before I take this show on the road? Cause I'd really like to get on with things and this is becoming rather boring."


With feigned interest and an overly exaggerated, arched brow accented with a smirk, Zelena releases Azrael's face. Immediately after this happens, an inferno of flames, burns with the fury of a thousand suns within his eyes and agony is instantaneously replaced by rage. That is rapidly snuffed out as swift and thoroughly as a candle's lit wick, by a pair of damp fingertips. When Zelena rips the sword free from Azrael's body.


"Just kidding!"


Azreal drops to his knees, wraps his arms tightly around himself and falls over onto the floor. Face a mask of torment, his roars and bellows echoing throughout the great hall. They are deafening and showcase his suffering, in ways no living soul could ever imagine.


"Hurts like a bitch, huh?!?!"


Behind him, Zelena towers with her weapon in hand and at the same time, the somewhat dull and average looking sword starts to glow. Burning with a radiance similar to the fires which danced within Azrael's eyes, every time he felt a strong emotion or desire. This is brought on by a long stream of energy, sizzling through the air, connecting spaceman to sword. For a moment, it lingers and then snaps with a sudden surge and a zap, straight into the sinister saber. Simultaneously, sealing Azrael's wound shut, upon its exit. At that exact second, he unleashes, one final anguish filled outburst and promptly loses consciousness.


Rebel Star rushes to Azrael's side, he is alive and breathing but won't wake up. Furious, she raises her sights to Zelena and goes berserk, charging for the vile, villainess. Zelena does nothing but give an evil smirk, point The Invocator of Eos directly at Rebel and shake her head. From there, The Darkstar Destroyer, casts a glance over to Maxwell Maximus, lifts her saber to the stars, almost as if to strike a pose and the dastardly duo disappears. Nearly as rapidly as Zelena, initially appeared in order to bring tidings of malevolence and destruction, on the newlyweds happy affair, her and Maxwell were gone.





April 24, 2020
A Cabin in the Woods
Location: Unknown


Just another day, living in a remote location, basically isolated from the rest of the world. The only outside contact occurring when Azrael gives actual effort to embark on the journey. Yet this doesn't happen often and he always winds up returning to the secret hideaway home, where he's taken up a new life with Rebel Star. Somehow, today feels different though, you can't figure out why or put your finger on the precise reason but you instinctively can tell, there's a change in the air. Something is about to happen and it is going to be major. That's when you see Azrael, take a seat next to Rebel on a wooden bench, situated on the front porch of their cabin, where she is painting her toe nails. Hot pink, naturally. He observes what she's doing for a second and then says, with a clever grin.


"It's time."


"Time for what?"


She replies, without even a glance upward. This provokes an eye roll as he sighs, reaching over he gently touches her hand and stops its movement, repeating.


"It's time."


Some recognition enhances her expression and Rebel meets her husbands gaze.


"We're going back?"


The inquiry is laced with insecurity.


"We are going back."


He reassures with a smile and Rebel instantly dives at him, literally climbing on top of him as she kisses him and wraps her arms around him tight. He follows suit and holds her close but the embrace doesn't last long before she pulls back, gazing up into his eyes.


"But that means..."


"Wearing a disguise. I know and I have accepted it, that is why I brought this to you."


Reaching into his trousers' left pocket, Azrael produces a burlap sack. With a single, solitary hole, cut crudely into the cloth. Rebel recognizes it right away, this is what Azrael Erebus wore on his head to hide the face underneath, back when he dressed in a long black cloak, spoke with the aid of a robot and only had one arm. When he first introduced himself to the world as... Mr. Satellite. However, this seemingly, simple burlap sack, also held the ability to do, so much more. For it was an enchanted artifact, that had the power to change his form. To clarify, it did not erase the original version, it merely covered it up. This is how Azrael obtained his human facades. The only catch was that he could not create a facade on his own. It wouldn't work, no matter how many times he tried. Someone else had to aid in this activity and his brand new disguise was based solely, upon their perception alone.


"Are you sure you want me to do this?"


"You are my wife. Therefore, I don't know of anyone else, better qualified for such a task."


"What if I accidentally fuck it up and you look like a hideous freak of nature?"


All of the laughs, all of them. Azreal can barely contain himself and fights to regain composure. It is a real struggle.


"In truth, it would spark my curiosity about some things but if that's what you secretly want, babe... who am I to deny someone, their inner most desires?"


Pouty face.


"I don't want that but what if..."


"There's no what ifs... or fuck ups... or accidental catastrophes, I put the burlap sack on, yank it off and in that split second, whatever you picture right then and there is what you... and I get. That swift, impulsive but truthful want or desire, when it comes to appearance. As far as humans are concerned anyway. It'll still be me underneath though. Always. That won't change ever."


"I know."


"Okay, so... 1, 2, 3... go!"


One quick, fluent motion is all it takes, Azrael puts the burlap sack over his head, then removes it. Rebel doesn't utter a word. Her eyes open wide.


"Haha! I can't tell. Is that a bad surprised face or good surprised?"


The only thing Rebel Star can do is shake her head - no, she is in disbelief and you can't believe your eyes either.


"No? To which..."


This is a query that can't be finished, due to Rebel Star reaching out and shifting Azrael's focus to the closed window next to him and when Azrael sees his reflection in the glass, he can't help but to chuckle


"Oh wow! That's unexpected. Still, see? I told you. I knew you were the only one, who could complete such a task. In other words, my love. Perfection."

---

"Well, Thunder Knuckles, what do you think? To be honest, I wore this human facade before, so while it's cool to wear it again, it is sort of weird that Rebel was able to bring it back. Usually that's not something that ever happens. Not even with individuals that have seen the past, previous disguises of mine. Whatever. I knew she was special, maybe this simply re-enforces that fact. Validates it. Anyway, you and I are set to fight and while my words to you will be brief, I will say that I am looking forward to facing you. I have only heard good things. From Donovan anyway."


"He says the two of you have a business arrangement and that's good, I suppose. Depending on what you guys are involved in. Although, I am not really one to judge, given some of the former company that I have kept and people that I associated myself with here in the XWF. Not all of them are bad but there were some very questionable acquaintances indeed. Besides all that... since it's all fairly irrelevant to our fight. I want to say thanks for this opportunity, this title is rather meaningful for me and I appreciate a chance at achieving it once again, now... after all these years have passed, since my reign as champ. Not that I assume that I'll win, it's merely a bit of nostalgia for me and right now, I really need that. Alright TK. Till next time. And I promise, I will have more to say then."

2x Universal Champion (First reign was less than a day though, lol. Due to Sebastian Duke cashing in his briefcase.)
2x Tag Team Champion
3x Triple Tag Team Champion
1x Television Champion
2x US Champion (Title retired during my second reign as champ.)
2x X-Treme Champion
1x Bombshell Champion
2x HMW Champion
2x SOTM