(( play while you read mother fuckers:
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Genocide is suddenly grabbed on the shoulder and turned towards the dark figure which is currently smiling, chuckling to himself with a large, toothy grin that radiates a hungering madness that would make stein turn and nope away. "the universe shall be devoured? by who? cause if it isn't me then i'd suggest pissing yourself because at this point prayers won't help" the madman states, his voice eerily calm despite the eldritch mass of limbs climbing it's way out of the portal behind him. Rather unexpectedly the man's grin begins to widen until it extends quite literally from ear to ear as he opens it up, the top of his head being forced to recline on his neck before in a rather sudden instant genocide's head makes a disappearing act, the knowledge and memories allocated to his brain rather suddenly finding a new home in the man's rather cavernous head which, despite most connotations to that referral did not mean he was unintelligent just that his mind was larger than most and more receptive to information. Rather than let the rest of genocide's corpse fall he grabs both of it's shoulders, holding it still as he buries his rather stretched and disproportionately large mouth into the left overs, taking chunk after rapid chunk out of said corpse, gaining it's strength, speed, and mystical reservoir no matter how small or insignificant they might appear in the grande scheme of things, guttural spray and viscera flying only for skeletal hands to come out of similar holes of darkness ringed by sickeningly green fire, catching the mess and flinging it back so that Rudan didn't miss a single drop of blood or single millimeter of viscera, all of these actions happening so fast that they appear in a one man feeding frenzy, rendering there nothing to mark genocide's existence, not a single spat of blood or single length of hair as even when taking a break from eating the body Rudan breaths in hard, the grass and limbs of the surrounding trees bending towards the vacuum as even the soul is not freed from the frenzy after complete destruction of the body and is sucked in, the gluttonous elven manifestation of death and hunger swallowing the soul whole to join the dozens of others already present in his void of a gullut, his mouth returning to normal with the same sickening crunches that had heralded it's original shifts and growth.

"Now then, what to do about you mister eldritch horror?" he asks evenly, turning around to face the squirming mass of darkness protruding from the now master-less portal before he's able to use his new found knowledge, raising his arms palms up and slamming them together, creating a shock wave that causes the speck of nothingness to shrink and disappear, cutting off the 'arm' in it's current progress albeit most likely leaving it alive due to the nature of eldritch creatures and daemon alike as he picks it up, opening another mass of nothingness in the palm of his hand and dropping it in, sending it back from whatever void it came from.

Despite the hungering demon's efforts to stop the daemon and the momentary peace, to those wiser and more astute it was obvious from the scene before them that the work of repairing the damage that had been done was not over, and that it would take more than just shutting the portal to fix things while the younger and frankly... stupider ones would be fucking jumping for joy at the horrors being sated for now while the man, the savior of this day walks away with a less than sane but obviously less hungering smile and snicker, seeming to be... less dangerous for the time being than when he first entered.