[@kishin asura]
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Slowly, the Demon God pieced himself back together. Pieces of skin and clothing formed back together, shreds of self slotting back into place. For truly, it had not been his body that had been threatened. He had not destroyed his fear, but he had overcome it. He had acknowledged it, accepted it. Grown beyond it. It was not a feat that many were able to achieve, when faced by a Nightmare. Idly she wondered how well he would do, were he to find himself faced with his greatest fear. Idly she wondered how long he would live, were she to drag him into the Circus....

But those were musings for another time, perhaps. While she had been impressed, she had no intention of allowing any form of competition standing. And the threat of Mortis would be nipped in the bud. It seemed she would need to truly show who was in charge here. After all, they stood in the Chaos Realm. In what was soon to be her territory.

Smiling, she raises her hand, and a wave of shimmering movement seems to roll out from her throne. A turning of heads, an opening of eyes, as the very shadows grew alive with distorted, gruesome shapes. Beings big and small, with arms and legs and eyes and mouths, with claws and feathers with blades and guns. With bodies that writhe and crawl, forms like wisps of smoke or globs of slime. A vast variety of horrors from the infinite imagination of the minds of men. Creatures both real and imagined, conjured into the Realm of Nightmares by the sheer terror they inspire. An army of darkness, seemingly materialized from nowhere. Waves of waves, hanging from the chandeliers, crawling through the cracks in the floor, hiding beneath the trees or flying in the night sky. It's as if the very air solidified into an endless swarm of demons.

For just a moment, Lucy observes her servants. She relishes the moment, knowing what would follow. When she speaks, it's with the smug satisfaction of a job well done. For it might as well already be finished. "Tear them to pieces." 

With howls and screeches the army slithered, crawled, and flew off. Trees sprouted in their wake, darkness cloaking their path. The Chaos Realm shifted under the sudden weight, new worlds of darkness and suffering forming, only to dissolve once they had passed. If they would not come to the Dark Woods Circus, the Dark Woods Circus will come to them.

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The creature hissed as Asura reformed, sensing it's hold slipping. It's fingers were pushed back up, no longer embedded into his forehead. He was pushed back as if by an invisible force, as Asura once more became whole. He screeched, having expected nothing more than an easy kill, an example to be made. But the tide had been turned.

With a mere step forward, Asura did more than any attack could have done. It was as if the being had been struck, and it cried out in pain as it's very existence was damaged. It stumbled backwards, before once more finding it's footing. And yet, when the creature looks up from it's wounds, it simply sneers with smug dissatisfaction. As if it had merely been pushed, stepping over a particularly distasteful dog. It was a look that Rick would recognize, for he himself had often worn it. It was the look of a man who'd just been annoyed, but didn't quite care enough to get angry.

"Looky looky here. Seems like we've got a tough guy." Mockingly, the creature bared it's jaws. "Looks like I'll just have to kill you the old fashioned way, eh?" It cocks it's head, smiling. It's wounds began healing, energy flowing into it from Lily. As long as the girl was alive, and the Chaos Realm molded her nightmares into reality, this being would be night impossible to permanently harm. Of course, the only one who truly realized the source of the being's power was Mortis, who could feel the emotional energy. A controlled flow, no doubt manipulated and stabilized by Lucy herself.