The gag-inducing anatomy of the Anathema was unruly. The smell of the abomination’s constricting tongue was enough to trigger the information broker’s gastroesophageal reflexes. Remnants of speckled trout, hair and stomach acids erupted from Merse’s throat in a clumped concoction of orange vomit and drool. Just like that, his upper attire was soiled. Disgusting. The usually computing mind of Merse simply lacked focus. Despite errors, Merse’s kit of abilities had as much utility as the Herald. Instinctively activated by his aura, Merse’s fur became so slick that every mantis punch slid off to the side on contact. Their speed and strength had no impact whatsoever considering the coating elements of each property were unable to mix. As the situation progressed, he focused less on why and towards how? He was prepared to deal entirely with EarthF67x domestically but several obvious factors now inhibited his ability to do so. For a moment they would have to make do without him. As convenient as it would be for Earthf67x, Merse was not the head of the chicken. They were more like a clump of worms. Living amongst Allure were many supernatural beings and species who were no strangers to conflict. Amidst the chaos, an individual was already planning its assimilation into this foreign society. Just a few blocks from Merse’s office, a brunette woman in a classic yellow day dress and cloche hat enjoyed a cup a coffee with who appeared to be a run of the mill paperboy. “Howard” she spoke. “I think its time we leave. The waitress ran out. I don’t think they care too much about the tab.” “You’re right!” he nodded, before rushing to the door. If anyone was watching, they might have realized something was off. The calmness of their mannerisms when faced with citywide destruction was simply uncanny. Did they not fear death? Despite being very pale, she was considered the paradigm of beauty for period her style emulated. Her turquoise eyes were as stunning as they were rare. Quickly accompanying her was a taxi. Speeding around the cobblestone streets in a controlled dash, the car drifted perfectly into the corner she was at. The driver was large toadman wearing nothing but a tie and shirtless collar. It was questionable how he originally got into the car in the first place, but nevertheless, he was here. Casually the two entered the back of the taxicab and without any words the driver took off, blasting his feet through the floor, propelling the car Flintstone style down the block. He soon leaped, wrapping his arms around the bottom of the open windows, bringing the car with him hundreds of feet into the air. Landing on the top of a building, this was the first stop. From there they could oversee the aftermath of the relocation efforts. Fire, explosions, the streets of Allure was a war zone. Sighing heavily, the woman put two and two together when she spotted the detective bombay clashing in the street. Only he could be the author of such unintentional chaos. “Howard you stay out here and take the briefcase out the back. Give it to our friend.” “Will do.” There wasn’t much time to sightsee, as the toad hopscotched from roof to roof, transporting her to her destination in just over two minutes. Half of the commute was spent scaling a massive building similar in design to the Burj Khalifa. This building titled “De Haute Taille,” however, stood three times its size. Once the car was high enough, the lady opened the door and jumped out, floating down into an open atrium Mary Poppins style. She quickly folded her umbrella after landing and walked into the production set readied for her. Here the mystery woman’s identity would be on full display. Her name was Margaret Iedereen. “I'm not sure if there are other inhabitable planets in this star system. A planetary level signal should suffice. How’s my hair? Good? Ok, I’m ready for recording.” The tower Margaret hosted her broadcast was built mainly to manipulate and send out frequencies of any magnitude on the intergalactic level. Considering it was now on earth, any technology within its planetary range was susceptible to influence. No harm was intended by the Sui generis powered engine, a fourth of the building was composed of. They could return to their normal scheduled programming later. She simply needed to get out a message and so she used one of Allure's, many resources to do so. “Three, two, one. Aaaaand…. we’re live.” "Well, hello” she greeted. Approximately 70% of the media devices and all mobile projected the image of the woman. Some even turned themselves on and raised the volume to get the message out loud and clear. “This might be a little strange but it isn't as bizarre in light of the other things going on!...hmmm, that was a bit sour in taste. Let me get point. I go by the name Margaret but you all can refer to me as Ms.Iedereen. I am here to run a little program of sorts in efforts to explain a bit of what’s going on. As you know, a foreign territory has suddenly appeared on your planet. I'm currently checking with my sponsors to find out exactly where but I suppose that's not too important. What's important is, we were unknowingly warped here so technically we mean no harm. So what's next you ask? I'll show you!” Immediately, numerous shots of the chaos on Allure were played before her audience, including a detailed shot of Anathema running amok. The other shots documented the exchanges of the military and operatives in their exchange with the skilled inhabitants of Allure. Bound to draw attention were the shots of the endlessly growing army of platinum warriors, forming out of liquids from every sewage opening in the city. Being relatively impervious to most forms of damage, many of the soldiers were swarmed and immobilized after being swept by controlled tsunamis of platinum ooze. This was to solely to stop them from doing harm. Panident’s presence was all over the city, and eventually, a fog would overtake it in its entirety through the emission of “steam” from every inch of the ground. Suddenly, it began to become an overcast day. “As you can see, a lot of unnecessary battles are being fought, but your soldiers are being spared when they can. With communication from your leadership, the conflict can end before moving into outer regions. Conflict is simply bad for business. At your command, we’ll simply give up. Yes, its that simple.” As much as she championed for peace, this woman had far from clean hands. Her movements were suspiciously efficient, her engagements with others almost seemed choreographed, she was always protected. Her cult-like following worked like ants in devotion to their queen. You couldn’t pinpoint who was under her command. It was just wise to never bad mouth her. Information always got back to her. Unnatural forces were definitely afoot. “I have influence over much of Allure but I'm afraid they won't listen to me and stand down if this attack on this beautiful city continues.” If only Earth’s inhabitants knew exactly what she just hinted at. Not only was 30% of Allure’s population under her command, but they were practically apart of her. The retaliation of Allure's forces only equaled Earths for the time being simply because the majority of their moves were entirely choreographed by a single mind, calculating from every angle, encounter and using that foresight how to counter every move. Foul actions were definitely in play off-screen with the transmission of her body fluids strategically placed into many soldiers during engagements with the inhabitants she controlled. Her following was growing. If anyone was to survive this debacle it was her. Assimilation was in phase one. “At the bottom of your screen, there's a 14 digit number you can call. luckily for you, intergalactic roaming charges aren't in effect! Go ahead. Try it. Very important people only, of course. I’ll answer personally…" “Zip.” And just like that, a commercial for Prime Industries began playing. - Many of Prime’s resources couldn’t be disposed of with raw destruction. Many of the most valuable were hidden or laid with or within individuals. This much commotion was bound to draw many out and before the pair of brothers leading the assault, one appeared. Eddy’s message via loudspeaker began to phase out halfway through. The sound became muffled until it was virtually nonexistent. Crouched on the top of a brownstone, about a hundred feet away from a samurai with studio headphones on could be seen in possession of a drawn sword. At the precise moment he sheathed his weapon the megaphone lost its ability to project entirely. “We heard you.” He calmly spoke. Despite his position, his voice was quite clear. Tired of the chaos, the samurai had just gotten finished with a bout right before this and here potentially was another. “I don’t think anyone one would be opposed to that. This isn’t exactly an attack or assault. I assure you, if anyone had a choice, no one would choose to come to a place with such a shitty welcoming party. Say I was able to get in contact with the people in charge, would this really be the end of it? Is it that easy? Man, I want out. Plus, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to fight those guys.” Those guys Claine referred to were the endless army of platinum soldiers marching in from each side of the avenue. The cloud of debris from the skyscraper had concealed their movements. “Just so you know, I have nothing to do with those guys. I don’t really fuck with the ops either, you feel me?” Awaiting Eddy’s response, he simply raised a brow. What would happen if Goldman got to Merse first” - “Merse snap out of it! Merse!” The annoying voice rang through his skull. Looking to his left the information broker, recognized the boy beside him. Howard had a tendency to show up during ridiculous circumstances. in the past, Merse wondered how he survived half of the time, but he learned it was rather pointless to do so. His arrival meant a certain individual was trying to get in contact with him. It was clear he had something for him too with the huge briefcase the boy was held. With the sight of gigantic pieces of debris incoming, Merse dragged the young boy to the roof of five-story condominium overseeing Thomas and Anathema. From there he could see a man of what appeared to be solid gold running straight towards him. It was far from the craziest thing he’s seen today. He shrugged it off temporarily as he was quite the distance away and held his hand out to the boy. “I take it Ms.Hivemind isn’t too thrilled.” “She’s livid,” Howard replied. “She wanted me to relay this message. In the future, the next time you decide to do something, don’t. But for now, we need an ace in the hole in case things can’t be smoothed over. Take this.” A devilish grin filled Merse's face. Here was something he didn’t know was under his nose the whole time. Here was a Generis battery right in front of him. How Iedereen managed to hide it and potentially others intrigued him. An investigation of that would be launched later but for now, he focused on the item gifted to him. Quickly Merse lifted the face of his watch, placing the coin-shaped battery snug in its compartment. “This speed up things doesn’t it.” Clapping his hands in a cross, a sea of neon purple magic runes accelerated towards the completion of a gigantic magic circle around the area the Herald and Thomas’ destruction caused. Originally the plan was to activate its effect on the ground on a much smaller scale via his placed talisman, but Merse was going for overkill. “Anyone who isn’t that damn monstrosity, I advise you to run. If you want to see what the core of the earth looks like. Stay around.” Jack’s life was tragic. Its too bad Merse didn’t care about any of that. - Concurrently another tragedy took place. The tragedy that was Odis Lyndon Gallagher's life. His skin crawled, rooted with disgust other than his internal guilt. As another man occupied his body, he only thought, tormented by the imprudent actions of Fearis. As the secretary began her tirade, Odis pleaded how this must have been a mistake but it went unheard. Instead, the android was met with a much more vulgar retort. "You fucking kidding me?" Fearis short temperament was on full display once again. As his anger increased, his tone took on a form comparable to that of a Joe Pesci. "You tell Apollo to open these doors before I kick these shits the hell op-!" No more was needed to be said. The supernatural BDSM dungeon that was Apollo Amon's office bombarded Fearis with an explosion of howls and screams. Splashes of nanofluids dosed his forming burns and in return, stung further. The wellbeing of the secretary regardless of her being organic or not was a second thought. It was clear Apollo was no longer here, and in his place were beings that could only be described as malicious. From the outside, revelation became that of reality. The burning tower, hells minions, it was safe to say everyone inside was doomed. The torrent of basilisks proceeded to run amok, thrashing Fearis all the way to the end of the hall in a violent scuffle that left him overwhelmed. Being a mere human, he struggled and the microorganisms quickly rushed to his aid. His pores exfoliated and a proliferation of platinum like ooze seeped from every extremity, dosing everything that came in contact with Fearis in it. At this point, it was clear physical harm was futile. The battered Fearis, laid cocooned in an oval shell that became tougher with each growing second, aiding his wounds. Once it reached a particular level of hardness, the protective shell let forward a concussive blast that caused the upper half of the skyscraper to completely collapse on itself, burying much of the demons and Fearis in a pile of steel and debris. He was safe, as the multiplying microorganisms protected the frame of Odis. Forever multitasking, the tachyonic emissions from earlier only placed the microorganism of Panident on high alert. Currently, they were pinpointing the coordinance of the structure in space. To its surprise, it became aware of something much more intriguing just drifting in orbit. Though suppressed, it was something it sensed before. Something it encountered before. Xelas.