Voices

(abridged due to CTs) i rise up out of bed. <PERSON> is waiting for me, along with others. we gear up for battle, moon orcs, the moon tower tribe, lunar wolves, dream warriors, and many allies meet on the moon after <PERSON> and i do healing with winter and mosh, tigress, <PERSON>, loaf, and way too many people to name. i tell them i have called them because the Archons are tormenting my baby niece in her dreams, and the Archons must pay, I shout with the voice of a thousand thunders from my temple ziggurat on the moon. Our allies cheer, and i feel the universe quake at the sound. Selene opens a portal to my sister's house. She and my niece are sleeping, not too well. They are surrounded by astral demons. the demons are blasted by hundreds of rounds of ammunition, magic bolts, and death rays in instants before i can get to them to tear them limb from torso. <PERSON> says she will guard them on the astral, go into the dream plane, and battle there. I open a portal to the archdemon which must be the head of the operation. I am in a disgusting creepy castle, but the walls have flesh and blood oozing between the cracks of the stones. this place reeks of evil. i summon a gas mask. smells like rotten flesh. i sneak down a hall, where the stench is stronger. there is an archdemon, by the name of Baby-Eater that lives on the dream plane, and feeds on the terror of babies. this archdemon tormented me for years as a child to the point of madness. The god of nothing has a specially peculiar hatred for this specific creature. I phase through a door, and Baby-Eater is in a big fat chair made of some kind half-dead animal, watching 8 screens of babies' night terrors which his minions create. He is eating something... ew... baby shadows. Enough. I turn invisible and creep up behind him, plunging a hidden blade into the back of his neck, severing the spinal cord. Then, I summon a battle axe, and cut him in half. I burn myself with orange flame to cleanse, and teleport back to <PERSON>. we are in a huge battle on the astral plane in North America. Zombie-demons are rising out of the ground, <PERSON> is closing their portals before some get all the way through. i blow the Conch of Pan, and the Dream Warriors from Planet X arrive and slay with furious anger our slimy foes. I leave a nice little booby trap for the archons, a changeling, an ice baby to destroy them from the inside out next time they want to torment my niece. hail eris. 23. <PERSON> tells me; you are becoming a better assassin. i tell <PERSON>; you are a badass general. ramen.