[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/2961daa05c0e5ded90983456bd41293f/tumblr_mob5uyQvL81rlfsw2o1_500.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Earth-666[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][@Trainerblue192]: You recite the rite. A portion of the veil is restored - a portion of the veil that you had destroyed, piece by piece, as you raised the dead. That is the true secret at the center of this tale, the horror you have yet to know. The veil was only weak enough for Ananym to pierce because you had broken it, that with every mutant you resurrected, the boundaries between life and death weakened - the boundaries between [i]us [/i]and [i]them[/i] weakened. And now will you pay for their life with death. 

[@Patientbean]: You recite the rite, even as it tastes like ash in your mouth. A portion of the veil is restored, flickering back into existence - yet it is fragile, delicate, uncommitted, just as you are uncommitted to this goal, this station. 

[@KazAlkemi]: You recite the rite, and perhaps your gods hear you, as a portion of the veil is restored - as the shield around our reality is strengthened through your soul. 

[@Nallore]: You recite the rite, yet you are inexperienced to spells, to magicks. The words are awkward and clunky on your tongue, and the portion you restore is weak - an exposed target. 

[@Nallore]: You recite the rite, Madalyne - my name twin. But the magic rejects you, the fire of the hells pouring from your mouth as you collapse to the ground in agony, as the fury of Limbo warps you, twisting you - deep burns appear all over your body, and scars litter your back, showing the repeated blows of a lash. You must submit to make the pain stop - you must change. It is time to leave this human form behind and to ascend. 

[@Blizz]: You recite the rite, the one you had heard once before. But there is something off, something distracting you. Perhaps it is as simple as math - there are only eight of you, and magic is best in threes. You restore a portion of the veil, but only a portion. 

[@Bluesky44]: Your words fail to stir the magics. No veil is restored, little girl.

[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] New York City
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[b][color=#a81a75]Spells:[/color][/b] N/A
[hr][hr][/center]	Runa would not partake in Max's mutant circuit - in his mutant magic. 

	They stood apart from the others, unaware that they were covered in glitter (as most of them were, due to Klara's interference). They knew of this magic, of the melding of mind, body, and soul that took place, enhancing abilities to the extent that new powers were created, powers and abilities beyond what they were ordinarily capable of. Yet Runa did not dare attempt it - such a thing was forbidden. She had no heart to share, no salvageable portion of their soul to merge. And the secrets that dwelled within their mind, they were for them and them alone. 

	If that was what Midgard required - if that was what all the realms required, all of existence - it would not impact their god, it would not harm Those Who Sit Above in Shadow. Their god would remain, outside of existence, outside of space and time. Any other version of their loved ones subsumed into that collective would be erased, the endless cycle breaking, the horror stopping. If Ananym's gods ascended, the universe would end - but their god would remain, unhurt, unchanging. 

	It was then that Runa decided - it was then that they [i]saw[/i]. 

	It was time for it all to end. 

	They would steal Ananym's stolen power for themselves, would use it to light the blaze that would become an inferno, the flames that would burn the universe to ashes - that would finally allow them to rest, to find release. 	

	[color=#a81a75]"I cannot say that vow,"[/color] Runa said softly. [color=#a81a75]"And I cannot take part in your rite."[/color]

	It was a terrible thing, to fall. 

	But far more terrible to admit it. 

	She knew now, truly knew that her soul was lost - that whatever scraps of goodness she once had had been the price for Dominion, for ascension, for the birth of her god.