Good News, Bad News.....

Alright I feel like I do this alot when it comes to my comic vine tenure BUT. I am taking a little sabbatical from posting in BIG and BADASS rpgs for a simple reason.

IM GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!!! We just found out this week that we are expecting a child, and my first biological child. Now many of you know my boy Shawn, and Lillian my stepdaughter, that would make this one number three. So I cannot express how happy I am currently when it comes to being a daddy for a second time (first time biologically, second time I will watch a child of mine being born. Shawn is not mine biologically but he is MINE in every other sense. If you have heard his exploits as a smart ass pervert you would understand, some of you know these most of you dont).

Because of this, things need to change in my life. I need to continue losing weight so I can find a better job, because as of right now even working Fast Food is trying on my body. So working what I want to by Summer (a factory job) is my goal, and to get to that I need to lose another thirty lbs. Which I think I can even without my surgery that should be coming in March if not April.

Oh did you guys not know this? I am getting Gastric Surgery, because as my doctor said "Want to see your kids graduate, you need to lose weight NOW!" So Doing this for my kids because they are my world.

So yeah now the bad news.

I will NOT be participating in anything in the near future that would complicate my life further, so no big Empire rpgs with ANY of my ALTs. Sorry to @clutch and @_envy_ who have an alt of mine on each team of WILDCARDZ and LIBERATORS. For now I am just going to be doing IN THREAD rps. Things that require little prep and concentration, because my mind HAS to be with finding a house or place for my family, and losing weight. If this bothers anyone I am sorry for not being here more often than I should be, and to anyone who is waiting on a post @honor_avenger I WILL POST, just dont know when.

As always I am always on my phone in some fashion or another, so hit me up. Remember I am a PM away or if you have my number hit me up there.

PS. If its a Boy his name will be Blayze and if its a Girl Ana-Lucia.

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part Three: Shadows

One Thousand years ago, the creature known as Gen came into being among the world of the living. Crawling from the pit of hell and into this world, he escaped an unknown master. Simplest of parasites once he broke through the veil, he was unknown to all who stepped upon him. But he took every name, the moment there boot hit his body he took control of there lives. Over the next four hundred years he systematically took control of one member of there ancestry and corrupted them. Spawning some of the most vile creatures to grace this planet, or any other throughout the universes. From Ghenghis Khan to Adolf Hitler, he has created a history of blood and violence. But among the most vile of his creations through corruption are and forever are his Darklings and Parasyte creations.

Darkling Ogre
Parasyte

Born from hellfire and dark energy they are literally a portion of his very soul, or what remains of it. Each a beast that can be controlled, and each with its own personality. Different Shapes and Sizes fill his army of darklings and parasytes.. They are the minions of a man who has for a millennial been the top of the food chain. Born after countless experiments in and out of hell itself, they mix both demon and hellion make up. Creating something completely different.Some seem to be small and imp like, but make no mistake they are all capable of the same strength no matter size.

They all have one singular weakness, Gen. They do what he says no matter if the task will kill or maim them in the end. They act as a hive and instinctual protect there master no matter what. Although there have been a few to go against there masters wishes. Once a part of Gen's psyche Ginju separated himself from his host, and became his own creature. Only to end up once again a part of Gen's body.

Parasyte in full form outside of host.

Parasytes differ from Darklings in one key feature, they MUST have a host to control to survive outside the cloud of brimstone and hellfire that surrounds Gen. Once the parasyte matures, they may venture out of the host. Sometimes the host is kept alive and may go free and do as it so pleases, but many times the host dies upon entry or is already dead when Parasyte enters the body.

On the rare occurrence that the human is alive during impregnation, the host may on rare occurrences become the dominant personality within the mind. And able to control the parasyte fully, but yet only one has achieved this feat and that was nearly five hundred years ago.

MORE TO COME!

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part Two; Infection

Apartment, France

A woman hears a noise that startles her whilst cooking, yelling to her husband who goes unresponsive in her attempts at finding an answer to the noise. Moving through there one room apartment and into his, she finds him huddled and head between his legs sobbing. [Translated from French] "Jono, whats wrong?!" she screams as she skids to his side and grabs him by the shoulders. Turning him towards her, his sobbing has seized and he simply stares at her. Facial ticks trigger a response from his wife "Jono...whats going on...say something!!!" As he opens his mouth, he transforms into a beast

His face separating entirely from the rest of his skull, opening up wide into a large and razor sharp teeth filled mouth. "Jo..." Before she can finish his name a quick flash swipes through the air between them. As she gurgles through the blood and her head falls back, flesh tearing as her head falls to the floor the man once known as Jono catches her severed head. In one big gulp he swallows her head whole. AS he returns to a full faced human, he licks his lips and turns to the shadows and speaks in a raspy tone "Brother...I have found my body....and why can we not feed more than once?" As the shadows gather and form into an image of Gen he chuckles as he replies to his new brother "We cannot have a swathe of dead bodies just yet my sibling, we must keep the body count to a minimum. Especially in areas surrounding our home, so please alert your sister and brother. They seem to have found there new bodies, it also seems that Mauv and Jekll had trouble fusing with there hosts. Gauge there control for me please...I am still discussing with Xandra how to continue onward with the mission." As the new Parasyte Jericho finds his new body to be adequate he calls out, screeching into the night air for his brethren to come to him.

In a manner of seconds two bodies appear before him, appearing from a shimmer as they move faster than the human eye can follow. Mauv falls to a knee and cackles "This one is quite creative..." She mocks the host, who along with Mauv controls the body. Transforming an arm into a long and stretchy tendril with a blade at its tip. Jericho surmises that Mauv has come to a deal with the one who once preoccupied the host, days would reveal that the woman once known as Hilary was a psychopath who caught Mauv before she could enter her body. Then making a deal with her decided to allow mutual control over the body, same with Jekll, he had a host who was quicker than he had intended and caught him. This one a large man built for strength, so he gave him the privilege to not control but see what was going on. The two siblings did not erase there former hosts, they allowed mutual cohabitation within the body. A fact that may one day come back and bite them, but Jericho cared not. He did not care that his host was nothing special, no he knew that he himself was special as he was the first EVER to be created from Gen's body.The others were simply sadistic and crazy enough to gain a reputation, he would be the one who controlled them all.

As the three stood at the balcony watching out into the night sky, Jericho watched as Jekkls body attempted to slash his hand, only for him to return in kind with an attack. Mauv was a woman who simply sat and watched, her host was quiet enough not to draw attention. So they stood and waited, they would integrate themselves into the human population, killing only when they needed. An soon they would get the call to act, to transform the world into there own, create a Utopia for demons and hellions here..in France. Soon the infection would spread

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part Two; Infection

Apartment, France

A woman hears a noise that startles her whilst cooking, yelling to her husband who goes unresponsive in her attempts at finding an answer to the noise. Moving through there one room apartment and into his, she finds him huddled and head between his legs sobbing. [Translated from French] "Jono, whats wrong?!" she screams as she skids to his side and grabs him by the shoulders. Turning him towards her, his sobbing has seized and he simply stares at her. Facial ticks trigger a response from his wife "Jono...whats going on...say something!!!" As he opens his mouth, he transforms into a beast

His face separating entirely from the rest of his skull, opening up wide into a large and razor sharp teeth filled mouth. "Jo..." Before she can finish his name a quick flash swipes through the air between them. As she gurgles through the blood and her head falls back, flesh tearing as her head falls to the floor the man once known as Jono catches her severed head. In one big gulp he swallows her head whole. AS he returns to a full faced human, he licks his lips and turns to the shadows and speaks in a raspy tone "Brother...I have found my body....and why can we not feed more than once?" As the shadows gather and form into an image of Gen he chuckles as he replies to his new brother "We cannot have a swathe of dead bodies just yet my sibling, we must keep the body count to a minimum. Especially in areas surrounding our home, so please alert your sister and brother. They seem to have found there new bodies, it also seems that Mauv and Jekll had trouble fusing with there hosts. Gauge there control for me please...I am still discussing with Xandra how to continue onward with the mission."As the new Parasyte Jericho finds his new body to be adequate he calls out, screeching into the night air for his brethren to come to him.

In a manner of seconds two bodies appear before him, appearing from a shimmer as they move faster than the human eye can follow. Mauv falls to a knee and cackles "This one is quite creative..." She mocks the host, who along with Mauv controls the body. Transforming an arm into a long and stretchy tendril with a blade at its tip. Jericho surmises that Mauv has come to a deal with the one who once preoccupied the host, days would reveal that the woman once known as Hilary was a psychopath who caught Mauv before she could enter her body. Then making a deal with her decided to allow mutual control over the body, same with Jekll, he had a host who was quicker than he had intended and caught him. This one a large man built for strength, so he gave him the privilege to not control but see what was going on. The two siblings did not erase there former hosts, they allowed mutual cohabitation within the body. A fact that may one day come back and bite them, but Jericho cared not. He did not care that his host was nothing special, no he knew that he himself was special as he was the first EVER to be created from Gen's body.The others were simply sadistic and crazy enough to gain a reputation, he would be the one who controlled them all.

As the three stood at the balcony watching out into the night sky, Jericho watched as Jekkls body attempted to slash his hand, only for him to return in kind with an attack. Mauv was a woman who simply sat and watched, her host was quiet enough not to draw attention. So they stood and waited, they would integrate themselves into the human population, killing only when they needed. An soon they would get the call to act, to transform the world into there own, create a Utopia for demons and hellions here..in France. Soon the infection would spread

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part Two; Infection

Apartment, France

A woman hears a noise that startles her whilst cooking, yelling to her husband who goes unresponsive in her attempts at finding an answer to the noise. Moving through there one room apartment and into his, she finds him huddled and head between his legs sobbing. [Translated from French] "Jono, whats wrong?!" she screams as she skids to his side and grabs him by the shoulders. Turning him towards her, his sobbing has seized and he simply stares at her. Facial ticks trigger a response from his wife "Jono...whats going on...say something!!!" As he opens his mouth, he transforms into a beast

His face separating entirely from the rest of his skull, opening up wide into a large and razor sharp teeth filled mouth. "Jo..." Before she can finish his name a quick flash swipes through the air between them. As she gurgles through the blood and her head falls back, flesh tearing as her head falls to the floor the man once known as Jono catches her severed head. In one big gulp he swallows her head whole. AS he returns to a full faced human, he licks his lips and turns to the shadows and speaks in a raspy tone "Brother...I have found my body....and why can we not feed more than once?" As the shadows gather and form into an image of Gen he chuckles as he replies to his new brother "We cannot have a swathe of dead bodies just yet my sibling, we must keep the body count to a minimum. Especially in areas surrounding our home, so please alert your sister and brother. They seem to have found there new bodies, it also seems that Mauv and Jekll had trouble fusing with there hosts. Gauge there control for me please...I am still discussing with Xandra how to continue onward with the mission." As the new Parasyte Jericho finds his new body to be adequate he calls out, screeching into the night air for his brethren to come to him.

In a manner of seconds two bodies appear before him, appearing from a shimmer as they move faster than the human eye can follow. Mauv falls to a knee and cackles "This one is quite creative..." She mocks the host, who along with Mauv controls the body. Transforming an arm into a long and stretchy tendril with a blade at its tip. Jericho surmises that Mauv has come to a deal with the one who once preoccupied the host, days would reveal that the woman once known as Hilary was a psychopath who caught Mauv before she could enter her body. Then making a deal with her decided to allow mutual control over the body, same with Jekll, he had a host who was quicker than he had intended and caught him. This one a large man built for strength, so he gave him the privilege to not control but see what was going on. The two siblings did not erase there former hosts, they allowed mutual cohabitation within the body. A fact that may one day come back and bite them, but Jericho cared not. He did not care that his host was nothing special, no he knew that he himself was special as he was the first EVER to be created from Gen's body.The others were simply sadistic and crazy enough to gain a reputation, he would be the one who controlled them all.

As the three stood at the balcony watching out into the night sky, Jericho watched as Jekkls body attempted to slash his hand, only for him to return in kind with an attack. Mauv was a woman who simply sat and watched, her host was quiet enough not to draw attention. So they stood and waited, they would integrate themselves into the human population, killing only when they needed. An soon they would get the call to act, to transform the world into there own, create a Utopia for demons and hellions here..in France. Soon the infection would spread

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part One

Athens. Greece

As the Black King sits atop his new throne among the Hellfire Club, he cannot find a moment of peace within his mind. He needs to do unspeakable things regularly for his mind to be at ease, or he makes mistakes and gets careless. The demons literal demons inside his body need there thirst quenched, feeding is not going to keep the urge from peaking through the skin and breaking out. He needs to kill, and spread his own seed among the world on a larger scale.

Sitting and twitching feverishly he awaits a thought to fill his mind, as when he goes into these phases he is incapable of thinking clearly unless he is lucid. An lucidity is all but brief during these times, Xandra knew this, among all the members she knows how the blood-lust can fill you. Reach into every corner of your psyche and change a normal sane mind into something akin to an animal. She had given him clearance to do as he wished,. only if it were not on the grounds of the club, or somewhere that could never be linked to the Club. He also had to be lucid when travelling, he was not allowed to move indiscriminately in a berserker or kill crazed state. He had to learn to control his impulses and calm himself long enough for travel, a feat he had slowly begun to hate more and more each day.

Having control like this, was not something he had to worry about before. But power is given to those who deserve it, those were her words to him when he spoke of these moments. Growling low his own powers were shown going crazy within his room, darklings filled it to the brim and continued to grow in numbers until he found control. It was an act he had thought of, a way of training himself to control. Just as the darklings were about to reach the door Gen's mind, the small creatures all screamed in pain as they were all forced into postures that caused pain. Every step Gen made towards them they bent further in painful postures, as he raised his hand they all stopped moaning and groaning. A snap of his fingers and each of his darklings were again at peace and no longer in pain.

A smile appeared on his face and he disappeared into the shadows along with his pets. He had found a moment of lucidity and control an moved swiftly to his home away from home.

Catacombs, Paris

Upon returning "home" to his dark corner within the catacombs his brethren approached. Each different in size and body, along with nationality and gender, he couldn't help but find his demon army growing slowly. They numbered in the low hundreds, but beneath them and at there feet crawled the true brethren. The very creatures that slithered inside there new hosts, a medium sized creature the size of a Basset Hound. They moved along the bone covered walls and dirt at his feet, all slowly moving towards him in the form of a swarm that took on the appearance of a large hand. They lifted Gen into the air and moved him over to his throne made of the recently killed, those who the Brethren sought out for food rather than hosts.

Sitting he saw his army kneeling down before him "Has anyone found a host for my Siblings?" A silence went throughout the group as each hung there head, as three slugs moved over to Gen's feet. Each different slightly, the first to his feet had a collection of spines adorning its forehead, the second a long tail unlike those of its species, and the last slithered atop the throne and onto the shoulder of Gen. He smiled to it and kissed the top of its head "Jericho...my friend...we will find you my generals a body soon. In fact, I think we will go out and search for them tonight. Wait until darkness falls...then we will find your bodies, and when that is complete we will move forward onto worldwide infection." He said with a sinister smile that could chill the soul of the mightiest hero.

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Mark of Gen: Demonic Tendencies Part One

Athens. Greece

As the Black King sits atop his new throne among the Hellfire Club, he cannot find a moment of peace within his mind. He needs to do unspeakable things regularly for his mind to be at ease, or he makes mistakes and gets careless. The demons literal demons inside his body need there thirst quenched, feeding is not going to keep the urge from peaking through the skin and breaking out. He needs to kill, and spread his own seed among the world on a larger scale.

Sitting and twitching feverishly he awaits a thought to fill his mind, as when he goes into these phases he is incapable of thinking clearly unless he is lucid. An lucidity is all but brief during these times, Xandra knew this, among all the members she knows how the blood-lust can fill you. Reach into every corner of your psyche and change a normal sane mind into something akin to an animal. She had given him clearance to do as he wished,. only if it were not on the grounds of the club, or somewhere that could never be linked to the Club. He also had to be lucid when travelling, he was not allowed to move indiscriminately in a berserker or kill crazed state. He had to learn to control his impulses and calm himself long enough for travel, a feat he had slowly begun to hate more and more each day.

Having control like this, was not something he had to worry about before. But power is given to those who deserve it, those were her words to him when he spoke of these moments. Growling low his own powers were shown going crazy within his room, darklings filled it to the brim and continued to grow in numbers until he found control. It was an act he had thought of, a way of training himself to control. Just as the darklings were about to reach the door Gen's mind, the small creatures all screamed in pain as they were all forced into postures that caused pain. Every step Gen made towards them they bent further in painful postures, as he raised his hand they all stopped moaning and groaning. A snap of his fingers and each of his darklings were again at peace and no longer in pain.

A smile appeared on his face and he disappeared into the shadows along with his pets. He had found a moment of lucidity and control an moved swiftly to his home away from home.

Catacombs, Paris

Upon returning "home" to his dark corner within the catacombs his brethren approached. Each different in size and body, along with nationality and gender, he couldn't help but find his demon army growing slowly. They numbered in the low hundreds, but beneath them and at there feet crawled the true brethren. The very creatures that slithered inside there new hosts, a medium sized creature the size of a Basset Hound. They moved along the bone covered walls and dirt at his feet, all slowly moving towards him in the form of a swarm that took on the appearance of a large hand. They lifted Gen into the air and moved him over to his throne made of the recently killed, those who the Brethren sought out for food rather than hosts.

Sitting he saw his army kneeling down before him "Has anyone found a host for my Siblings?" A silence went throughout the group as each hung there head, as three slugs moved over to Gen's feet. Each different slightly, the first to his feet had a collection of spines adorning its forehead, the second a long tail unlike those of its species, and the last slithered atop the throne and onto the shoulder of Gen. He smiled to it and kissed the top of its head "Jericho...my friend...we will find you my generals a body soon. In fact, I think we will go out and search for them tonight. Wait until darkness falls...then we will find your bodies, and when that is complete we will move forward onto worldwide infection." He said with a sinister smile that could chill the soul of the mightiest hero.

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The Clinical Term is Psychotic-Return to Gruesome

Catacombs Below Paris

The silence of the forever dead catacombs is broken with the music of Tech N9ne, his lyrics echo off the walls that for what seems like forever have been allowed to rest peacefully. Through the chorus of the song that echoes through the catacombs a small and frail whimper can be heard. Behind the whimper lies a laugh that has yet to fill this world with horror and contempt.

In a soft spoken tone, a soft voice speaks "Shhh now, no need to cry out. You will simply wear out your vocal chords, and I plan to hear your symphony for at least a few more hours." The silence is once again broken as the sound of flesh tearing fills the room. "Sweety...I told you to be quiet. They like to enter a living body,if you keep squirming I will cut something important...now relax...this will hurt a great deal." A knife digs deep into the skin of a young woman, her soft skin covered in her own blood and bodily fluids. Gen has yet to reach his limit with this one, her body still can survive another hour or so, so he begins to procedure, cutting deep from the bottom of her neck and down below her soft and jjuvenilebreasts. If it were up to him, he would of chosen a more aged host but they spoke to him and reached out to this one.

Her name was Snow, and she was just as white as her name spoke. A dainty 4 feet tall and full of boundless energy, but as her body laid dying on the slab he had pulled from the earth. It was beyond what she was, it was slowly becoming a host for something more sinister. Something Gen brought with him inside his blood. As he finished opening up the young Snow, he sliced from his wrist to his elbow, peeling away the outer layer of dermis. As he did a swarm of insects began to take shape, forming into a foot long "Parasyte" as he would call them. They were the true form of his species, and he treated them like children. Lifting the squirming beast and kissing its head "This is truly the form you wish my Daughter?" The beast hisses loudly, and Gen nods to it. Letting it slither down his open arm, and into the chest cavity of the young Snow.

The instant the parasyte enters the young woman's body, its own body transforms. Long tendrils fire off from its slender body, slicing through what remains of the young Snows body. Inching inch by inch into every nook and cranny of her petite frame, reaching deep into each organ and jump starting it. Suddenly the dying child shakes to life, her body taken fully by the demon inside her chest. As she slowly sits up and looks around the room, her chest slowly heals, fusing back together and soon no sign of damage can be seen. The parasyte almost has full control over the body, its host still lives inside her mind. Screaming loud for her to be released, Snow can be heard telepathically inside her body.

Gen allows for Snow to stand, touching her face and kissing her cheek like a father would. As he did he pulled his index finger and middle finger up to her temple, forming a ""gun" with his fingers he fires a single bolt of electricity into her brain. For a moment her entire body trembles, then she falls forward into her fathers arms. Slowly her head raises and her eyes are bloodshot, a slow almost hissing voice reverberates from her frail and petite throat "Thisss body will ssssuit usss..." Gen grins wide and nods his head "First of many my child, now go and find your brothers. They are running around somewhere, find one and go in search for a host. We will continue this later on..." Slowly Gen Esis is bringing his family to this universe.

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The Messiah of Peace

@anthony_stark @pyrogram @charlemagne @connoisseur @trauma @lady_grimm @614azrael

Daemon stands in his Fortress staring out into the deep vibrant jungle of Paradiso, as he stares out glimpses of what has preceded this fill his mind. Both encounters with Clarice fill the forefront of his thoughts, the woman could be his undoing much like Noir had once been. But he had clouded his heart with his dream, thinking of nothing more than bringing forth his Paradise. Yet another fills his mind as it wonders as he stares out into the beautiful jungle, Charlemagne. His words pierced deep within Daemon, the hate filled words of a man who wished to be like the very things he hates. The reality of what will come fills his mind constantly, that this war that is sure to come will define him and Charlemagne when both men could of been remembered for so much more.

Fingering a small vial in his hand he holds it up to the sunlight, a green tint shines through and casts a colorfully green shadow over his face. His crimson red eyes piercing through the green, Parnasis had come up with a worst case scenario with the contents of the vial. Daemon looked at the small glass vial and tapped the window sill "Take it to Parnasis, lock it up.....I cannot do it. If it comes to that, then all is lost." In an instant Nerdal sucked the vial down into the pits below Paradiso. Turning slightly to the sound of his office door opening, a Drone walked in and took to one knee "My lord, the cameras are ready per your request. President Stark has linked everything up, we will go live in fifteen minutes." Daemon nodded and patted the drone on his head "Good work my son, fetch the concubines and bring my Queen in. We both shall be dressed in the same attire." As the drone left his Queen Reaver walked in, her elegance was breathtaking. And even without her gown she shined in the sunshine, almost eclipsing the sun itself. Smiling he moved closer to her, kissing her cheek before stepping back and spreading his arms out. Soon four women for each King and Queen walked in, holding both sets of clothing. Slowly sliding his suit onto his body he felt its sleekness, the feeling of top notch cloth upon his skin filled his senses. He enjoyed every moment, but it was short lived as the concubines were timely and had both the King and Queen dressed in the matter of moments. Looking into the mirror he ran his fingers through his hair and smiled.

Stepping out into the daylight of the island, scores of all kinds of the Hive Mind stood out in attention. Accompanying them were those still close to his cause, his Vine Villains...no his Brethren. In a short time each had become as close to him as a family would, they stood watching as he slowly ascended to the podium. Out before them hovered large insects and constructs of Nerdal. Each carrying a camera, a camera that each linked up to various signals that would broadcast all over the world. Thanks to his recent meeting with President Stark he had all the technology he could possibly need at his disposal. But at one cost, he could not speak of his affiliation with the President or speak about the comings and goings of Charlemagne on television. That was something entirely for the President to deal with, a task he has sent his own people to deal with. Daemon stands ready at the podium as all the cameras flicker, suddenly the face of Paradise was simultaneously broadcast on every television all over the world, in every language his words would be heard all over the world.

Clearing his throat he began, no papers or note-cards he was speaking from his heart and with each word it could be felt. "I am Daemon Matthius, once known as Giovanni Marquis....I stand before you for Hope." Taking a breathe before continuing he stared into the cameras unblinking "Many of you may know no...may think you know who I am. Think you know what I strive for, what makes me wake up every single day, but you would be wrong. I do not wish to make a conquest of this world, nor do I wish to rule over any corner of this world. What I want is to feel Hope once again....to see that our future is not something we wish for, but something we strive for..." Looking around to each of the cameras he continues "I want this world to feel the energies of a world filled with Hope, filled with Peace. Not a world filled with so much hate, so much filth that a person cannot walk ten feet without stepping in something foul. I do not want to see our fellow man homeless, hungry, and angry ever again." Slowly his Queen steps up beside him, followed by the good Doctor Parnasis. Each not hiding who they are, Daemon in kind stands proud of who and what he is "I am a mutant! A species so looked down upon, that each and everyone of us fears to go out into the daylight. NO MORE!" Slamming his hands down onto the podium it quakes as he grips its sides "I want a world where we all can stand out in the daylight, not afraid of what comes next! A world where there is no status-quo, no hierarchy, no weak and no strong. Only those who wish to reach up and with potential touch the heavens..." He raises his hand towards the sky above "To become something BETTER! Both human and mutant alike, living as one unit not as separate but as equals!" He points out to the audience before him "See! It has already begun, my word has slowly reached many. I see both human, mutant, and demon out before me standing together!" Suddenly his eyes narrow and he points to the cameras.

"We all know that for something like a Paradise on earth to happen, many will strive to stop us. Stop us with blood, guns, and weapons that make Hitler grimace. But only through turmoil and heartache can we survive what is coming, only through true sacrifice can Paradise be accomplished. But we shall stand united! United in the belief that our futures children will look back upon us, not as mice who allowed for lions to run rampant unopposed. No! They will see that we stood up, and fought for our future. Not for our own futures, but for the futures of our children! We are nothing without our children!" Images of Dresden fill Daemon's mind as he continues "I have seen this first hand, and I will not allow my children to live like this anymore, we will change this world. Beginning...with Paradiso!" Turning around the cameras show all of the island of Paradiso, showing all who watch exactly where to come "I am building a place for all who chose to be united to live and thrive, without malice, without hunger until the end of time. My Paradiso shall be the first step towards Paradise, and like a child's first steps it is only the beginning." Raising his hands higher a large projection is cast upon the blue sky above, a holographic image of Paradise as it hovers over Paradiso. The scope of the entire thing was massive, Daemon turned from the projection and looked into the camera once again. This time smiling "I am your Peace Bringer, your Messiah. Come forth, and come all to my Paradise...." With that Daemon turns from the audience who immediately erupt into applause. He knows nothing of the impact of what he has just done, only that it is the beginning. And soon everyone will know Paradiso, they will see the future of...

Paradise.

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