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Bob sighed, as Drac slowly fought his way to his feet. "So it seems you learned something from Omega. You were always powerful, and you've grown in power since I saw you last. If this were anywhere else, I might fear for my life. But as it is...." Bob gestures, and the very laws of reality altered themselves. Drac's arm was ripped off of him, it and the gauntlet launching themselves across the vast room and landing in someone's dinner somewhere. "There are some beings that would be able to face me here, in my nexus of power. But you are not among them, Drac, and we both know it. Here, there's nothing you can do to me." Drac found himself unable to speak, as all that left his mouth was blood. Bob was proving a point, and Drac would feel every organ in his body collapsing in on itself. "Those who enter this place subject themselves to my will, and if my will is to kill you then there is nothing that can stop me."

Bob waited for a moment, feeling the resistance in Drac's mind. Feeling the old God's anger. Normally, she would have forced Drac into submission, but she knew Drac would not subside. There was no torture at Bob's disposal that would break Drac's will, not with his family at stake. So she merely healed Drac, leaving him with the realization that there was nothing he could do here. "I have no intention of letting the Multiverse die Drac, you know that better than anyone. After all, a destroyed universe would be stagnant. It would be a boring bunch of nothing, with no new things ever coming along. Truly, the epitome of wasted potential." A tendril of thought reached into Drac's mind, as the God of Madness penetrated his brain. "So let me show you something. Hold your butt, this may sting a little."

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Drac's eyes were opened, and they were burned away. Shattered upon an unbending wall of screams, cast among an infinite pit of sorrow. His very soul was pierced by the cries of lament, as the suffering of a billion worlds was forced upon him. His mind filled with the purest agony, his body blazing with a thousand curses. He could feel grief reaping his very being, as if his family had already died. Certainty of failure, a hopeless abyss that dragged him down into infinity. The fear, suffering and grief of the multiverse itself, an unending sea of sorrow where time itself became a meaningless concept.

Then, a pillar of light. He ascended, vessel to a light a billion times greater than the sun. An unstoppable force, a surge of unspeakable ecstacy. The joy of a child just learning to ride a bike, the unbridled love of a newlywed couple, the glee of a man whom's life's work was finally bearing fruit. True joy, lifting from the sorrow, a happyness equal to the sorrow he had been subjected to mere moments before. And on this wave he soared, far above the abyssal depths of despair. And he ascended, ever higher, until he moved into the clouds themselves, and beyond them, into the vast space between worlds.

An infinite black, filled with points of light. Ideas, concepts, flew around him at the speed of thought. Realizations both stunningly simple and impossibly complex. A truth written in the fabric of reality itself, as the multiverse scrutinized itself. Every atom, broken down, every universe placed in it's rightful spot. The thoughts of a being beyond both time and space, barely intersecting with perceivable reality as it pondered the meaning of existence. Insanity, beauty, and knowledge. And Drac realized that he had merely ascended into another sea, waves of thought striking him from all sides as he was submerged in the thoughts of another. Slowly losing himself, filled with memories not his own, and thoughts he shuddered to think. Until 'Drac' was merely a meaningless concept, a word attributed to describe a particularly complex pattern of matter and energy among the many wonders of the multiverse.

Drac emerged, in time, pulling himself out of the water. Tunes and epiphanies clung to his clothes, slowly falling into the sand. He straightened himself, worn out from the worries of the world, before slowly ascending. He looked down, and he witnessed the complete being below him. He witnessed the sum of the Multiverse's emotion, and he saw the vast oceans as they circled each other. Whirlpools the size of planets formed as waves like nuclear explosions crashed into one another. Calm and storm were one and the same, intermerged in this chaotic sprawl that touched every aspect of mortal existence. What was below him could be seen as Life itself, every moment from birth to death embodied in a single contained infinity. This was the true form of the Theater. This was the true form of Bob. And Drac realized, staring down at the tempest, that the Bob he knew was but a fragment of the true being. A tiny shattered particle of a multiversal constant, a force every bit as essential to the Multiverse as the Primals themselves. The very heartbeat of conceptual life.

But as he stared down, a single concept clung to him. A single idea worked it's way up his clothes, and into his mind. It was a fairly simple idea, two realizations he had yet to have. It told him that the white orbs were a portal. And, much like another portal, their destination could be changed by a sufficiently skilled being. The second thing it told him was that the being that would march through these portals was the being that the Omegans wished to stop, a being so powerful that they'd unleash Omega just to fight it. A being so powerful there was only one cage in the Multiverse capable of holding it....
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Done with Drac, Bob was now able to give Mithias the attention he deserved. "So, you want to become stronger? Interesting. There are many ways to gain power, but for you.... you're going to have to learn how to use that power of yours." Bob lifts a long finger, and places it gently on Mithias's chest. "You're filled with energy, and you've already seen it's potential. Alucard chose to gain power by absorbing lesser lifeforms, gaining their abilities and adding their strength on to his own. This potential is within you as well, although I doubt you'll use it." Bob smiles, revealing a row of pointed teeth. Unlike her red clothing, the teeth were a bright red. "If you want to become more powerful, you're going to need to learn how to use your powers. The internal power that Aono granted you, the Demon Energy. Or, if you want to call it by it's proper name, Ki."