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[color=7ea7d8][h1]Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite[/h1]
[i]Never One...

Without the Other[/i][/color][/center]

Alfred was back to being human now, squinting as he felt the grass on his hand, savouring the sensation of finally being able to touch grass for the first time in a year. The dull grey walls of the cell had been tiresome to look at; there was no shining, no brightness in there, save perhaps for the crimson hue of the alalarms that resounded whenever a prisoner had done something heinous or somehow got loose of their restraints. The only other thing of interest within tose walls were the books that he was allowed to read in his spare time as a reward for good behaviour, though it is doubtful that anyone still thought that the whole affair of being nice was a sincere thing. It would be thought of as a facade to get the good stuff (as good can go in a prison for eldritch creatures) whilst being incarcerated.

Without warning, however, the fabric of space buckled yet again. A portal shimmered open in front of Alfred. He was, however, unsurprised by this: this was the power of one of the other phoenixes, of the one that embodied the concept of space itself.

A winged creature stepped through the portal. Its appearance glittered with twinkling starlight, the whole body taking on the form of a starry night sky. It was as if someone painted a galaxy on a bird, only that this was bird was a Phoenix, the greatest of its kind. Its eyes were of blue starfire, and a golden crown with gems in the shape of suns was set upon its head.

On its sides strode two more phoenixes; the one on the left was a creature of gears and digital technology, a strange amalgamation of both that strutted with an air of vanity. The other was a being of shadow, almost looking like a crow if it had red glowing eyes and a black mist constantly pouring out of every pore in its skin.

[color=7ea7d8]"Ah, it's them..."[/color] Alfred, or rather, the Frostbite turned towards the rest of the group of prison escapees, motioning towards what seemed to be members of his family. The apparent phoenixes of space, technology, and shadows looked upon him with what could be described as a pleasant expression, though they regarded the others with indifference.  

[color=7ea7d8]"Well, guys. These are my kin. They call themselves-"[/color]

"I am the Dominus Astra," the phoenix of space answered for him in a deep, sibilant tone. "These are the Machine God and the Sinister One. Cheeky names, I know, but the superheroes have worse. Captain Planet, defender of Rhode Island my ass..."

The Machine God, as the phoenix of technology came to be called, strutted forward, scanning the group. "So, eh, we have a demon, a sorcerer, a demonic child, several mutants, and then our darling brother. My, what kind of company did you get yourself into when you made those Cabalites each a dick? Hah! Well, we better get going. I have to show you the latest Tiktok, brother..."

The Siniser One grumbled. It was a creature of few words.

[color=7ea7d8]"So, I guess we shall meet sometime again, eh?"[/color] Alfred answered as he began the process of transformation once again. [color=7ea7d8]"Cheers, then."[/color]