[quote=@thewizardguy]
The fist heading for Drac's face struck the armoured guantlet, plated fingers curling around Bug's hand. A sudden wind blew through the streets, and a strange heat could be felt. Drac didn't move an inch, as the kinetic force of the strike was absorbed and dissipated, turned to wind and heat, and static electricity. The ability was unmistakable, an energy transfer as facilitated by the relic only Drac had access to. A weapon of unknown origin and power, there was no known way it could have been replicated.

"Well, to an extent, you're right. I'm not Drac, not really. But to you, I am." He snaps his fingers, and once more, the world is engulfed by that all-devouring light.

A broken world, a shattered moon. Pieces of debris still floated around, a field of corpses, ripped apart by the vacuum of space. Cooked and frozen, blasted with supernatural energies. Still the great pieces of debris glowed red-hot, still the aura of powerful magic lingered in this place. And on the floor, not far from where Bug was standing, he himself lay on the ground, beaten and broken. He could feel some immense power, a force of destruction unlike anything he had felt before. And yet, it felt almost natural, as if it was part of the universe around it. An element of existence, as necessary as creation itself.

"Welcome to the end of the world. If you look around, I'm sure you'll find your friends somewhere. I'm pretty sure most of them were devoured when the seal shattered, you won't find much of them. Or at least not recognizably." Drac, or at least the image of him, was still standing there, unmoving. And yet, here, he looked..... fading. As if he was only partially there. "This is the timeline where you failed, where destruction was unleashed upon the universe. Where a weapon fails, the seals are released, and everything you have ever worked for is destroyed. Or at the very least, this is the beginning of the end."
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Bug looked at the wake of destruction, death, and havoc. Before him lied those he considered friends, brother in arms, allies...and himself, shattered, broken, dead....
But one sight...it made him boil with rage, with anger...with meaning....

Among the dead, lie two girls..one with red hair, yellow eyes..in a familiar green hoodie. Another, with red hair, like the older girl..but with green eyes...... His wife and daughter, among the slaughtered. 

Before the figure, Bug's facial expression went from horror...to absolute rage, at this sight. His body begins to glow slightly, as something begins to happen. His eyes turn green, and glow, like fire would spew from them in a moment's notice. 
"......When I get out of this place...Genocide will burn in acidic fire....." Bug growls, as the sight of a family lost brought uncontrolled rage. A fire, a soul, raging. Bug looks up at what was the sky, and lets out a roar, animal in nature, raw in power. He looked up to the thing which was, and was not Drac. 
"What are you? God? Devil? Something in between? Whatever you are, release my father, and my friend and I...as so we may prevent the destruction of all, including you." Bug says, but his voice had little rage...it was obvious he saved it for the followers of Omega.