u/Due_Main6923

So after a few weeks, maybe a Month of thinking... I'm deciding to take a bit of a Break.

I've generally been dealing with a lot of Issues I haven't been talking about. I also don't intend on sharing what exactly is going on. But my General Reasons are:

I've been unhappy with my Life for a while now. I have a lot of Emotional Issues right now. Pressure has been getting a bit much, IRL and in RP. I've had a few not so good Injuries and a few times when I was having S#icidal thoughts. Even today, I grabbed my Scissors and it took me a few Minutes of staring at them to catch myself. I'm not doing Good, I'm not even fine. I just Lie to everyone these days and go on about my Day.

I've lost my Motivation weeks ago. I just wrote for other People's fun. And I already have a Job where I work for People, I don't need an Unpaid Job in my Freetime. I'm tired, I haven't been sleeping well. I told my Friends and Family I get 7 Hours of Sleep. That's false, I only get about 5 or so Hours.

I'll be around. I'll stay in the Modlist. But I won't work on anything for a while. Because I can't care to spend hours of my Time on something that is damaging me Physically.

So I'll see you when I reach the Health and want I need for this. Sorry to anyone who had Plans with me.

●At the Gate to Purgatory

Slayer and Spartan were doing the final Adjustments to Spartan's Gear, making sure everything was Frost-Proof and Airtight.

Slayer: Comfortable? I hope so... Purgatory isn't a pretty place to Call home.

Spartan: She's always had a thing for dumb Decisions... Armor is tight, we can Proceed. Weapons checked, got a few Spare Mags, enough to last me 2 Weeks.

Slayer: Spare Rations?

Spartan: Got 'em stowed away in the Suit too, don't worry.

Slayer: Alright, let's run it down one last time... You're going to the Purgatory Peaks, highest Point in Purgatory. There, you'll find the Target. Bring her back and we can keep Working.

Spartan: Dually noted...

Slayer: One last thing...

Slayer pulled out a Half-Mechanicle Feather Cape, simular to his own.

Spartan: a Cape?

Slayer: A Special Cape. I used Angelic Feathers from it, got them from Salvaging from Memer and Lute's Rooms. It can fold out to act like regular Wings. In Total, it uses Code from Lute, Memer, Ren and even a few others.

The Cape clicked into Place, the Neural Systems adapting to the new Upgrade.

Spartan: This doesn't include Crystal-Code, right?

Slayer: Do you think I'm that desperate? Opening the Gateway now... Remember to be quick about it, the Butterfly will take you out when you find her. So don't mess this up.

Spartan: I'm your Most Reliable, If I can't manage, no one else will be able to.

The Gateway opened the Portal, Spartan passed through and it closed behind him.

Slayer: ...See you at Home, Spartan.

Slayer and Spartan met up at a Deactivated Portal Gateway, inside a Cave deep below a Mountain. Spartan had a Large, Ancient Key on the Ground before his Feet. They both knew the Plan already.

Spartan: So... Do we really Trust those two with Recovering her from that? You know how bad Purgatory can be... How it changes People if they choose to remain there.

Slayer: I don't trust them with it. That's why I strapped a Bomb to the Dimmer One's Soul. So they do what is asked of them. Recovering his Friend is a... Side Bonus, let's call it that.

Spartan: Where are they, anyway? Weren't they right behind you when you picked them up from their Camp?

Slayer: Fell behind... We just need them to follow Simple Instructions. Then she can help bring back Sol's Friend and we have another Helper for the Battle to come.

Slayer picked up the Large Key, waiting for Sol and Zenith to catch up

Spartan: If Zenith tries something... we have a Protocol.

Spartan: Hold your Grudges, don't let it interfere with Work...

Spartan: A Man can have fantasies, no? Hope they don't die on the way down to this place...

After a bit of Organising, u/elyveon gifted me 2.400 V-Bucks to unlock Master Chief. That is 900 V-Bucks more than was required and He still did it!

Elyveon, you're the GOAT. Thank you SO MUCH for this, I am very Happy about it.

On the ISES Eternity, most of the People were busily Preparing for the upcoming Battle. Their Collection of Arsenal was steadily growing. Some Soldiers modified T-60 Power Armors, others modified their own Gear and others got specialised Spartan Gear. It was... messy. The Ship flew along the Middle Line of The Planet, in Orbit. It was... a new Sensation to some.

Helldiver 1: Man... this is... exciting. I knew becoming a Helldiver would mean a lot of travelling, but to different Universes-! It's... so magically Democratic.

Helldiver 2: Right?! I've never seen so much awesome Tech in my Life! And all with just a bit of Training! But honestly... 3 of these Machines... They're something else.

Helldiver 1: What do you mean? Which ones? You're not thinking Dissident thoughts... are you?

Helldiver 2: No, no. I mean... the Elite Titans. They're Older than we could imagine, they participated in the first Expedition! They've been personally made by... the First Emporer.

Helldiver 1: By the Lords of Democracy...

CS-2980 stepped behind them, scanning them.

CS-2980: Divers. You have work to do. Don't waste time. NEVER waste Time.

Helldivers: SIR, YES, SIR!

CS-2980 walked over to CS-2981 and CS-2982. It adjusted the Plasma Splitter Rifle on its back.

CS-2982: Never thought we'd see Action again... not after all the Farm Work.

CS-2981: At least you're the Original... I'm out here twice, I'm a replica Chassis!

CS-2980: Behave, Kids... I heard Marauder will join us soon. He's... also preparing his Ships.

CS-2982: Well, it's a regular Family Reunion... I'll be deployed on Space Clean-up soon. You?

CS-2981: Cargo-Transport Supervision.

CS-2980: Fleet Management, nothing Converning. I'm just that lucky.

CS-2982: mutters and Slayer's favourite...

The Titans split up, all going to fullfill their own Tasks.

A Broadcast came from the Ringworlds, heard across all of Ophoris. SGLaDOS' Voice was heard clearly, calculated and Organised as usual.

"Greetings, everyone... I'm sure we've all been made familiar by now... you know the Imperium, Guardian and Slayer as the Supreme Force of this Planet. Now, it's in Danger. And you owe us a Favor for letting you live here. So... here's our Plan."

"The Empire is going to bring the Deathstar here, a Super Weapon and Space Station that is mostly a fear Tactic. Along with it will come their Leader. Now, we can't have them damage our wonderfull Planet, can we? So, everyone who signs up will be properly equipped with a Teleportation-Teather. Your Task will be to board their Ships and Death Star, take out their weapons and Navigation so they will be unable to cause Damage."

"Now the Fancy Part... the Emporer seems to be interested in Slayer. He'll face him and Vader alone. Meanwhile, you and a few Elite units will be deployed into the Death Star to destroy the Cannon and plant Overcharged Hellbombs in the Main Generator. The Rest will be handled by us. Carefull... Slayer's Titans don't allow Hitchhikers without Permission. Our Fleet will break theirs apart while the DSSE will be equipped to deal with any excaping Vessels and the Rays of the Death Star."

"So... make your Choice... Cower or fight. Live or Die. Flee it or Face it. Landed Super Destroyers have been equipped with Resistance Beacons, they'll be our Contact Line. Of course, they're shielded. Updates will be dispersed... shortly."

The Communication Line was changed to the Imperium of Super Earth's Mobile Information Center.

It was late... Midnight. It was quiet, all wildlife was asleep. Even Guardian already went to sleep, Only Slayer and Belle kept watch over the Planet. Slayer sat on a Mountainside, snow fell slowly. Belle was laying beside him

Slayer: There has to be a way to keep Peace and keep the Planet Healthy... Nothing was ever Impossible, so this can't be either. Just... just an Issue of how...

Belle looked at him, noticing the Trouble that was on his Mind. She got up, nuzzling against his Hand.

Slayer: Hm? Oh, right... not the Time for that. So... I was told there was a new Alpha Dragon who tried to challange you? You didn't care, did you? Good Girl.

Belle growled slightly, Slayer took out a Datapad with a full scan and live Camera Footage of the Omega Faction Outpost

Slayer: Let's Hope that they don't cause too much Trouble... would be a shame to have to whipe them out. Would you be fine with giving that Dragon just a third of the Southpole? You own the rest of the Planet.

Belle growled, but Slayer could tell it was agreement. He chuckled, putting a Pad away and getting back on his Patrol.

God on the Outside, Man on the Inside: Slayer is a Character that's seen many Armors, Battles and Friends or Foes. Having been around for quite a bit and taking over as the Protector of Ophoris. So let's go a bit deeper into the God who Opposed Fate itself and came out as something Greater, shall we?

●Backstory●

Slayer was originally borned and Raised in Reality 501, on the Planet "Über Terra". Time there works a bit differently, 1 Year for them is 10 Years for us, meaning he Ages far slower. When he was at the Age of 4, the XTimelines attacked his Home World and destroyed the Paradise. X himself killed Slayer's Parents, but overlooked Slayer. XToriel found him and handed him the Spirit Lantern of Irot, the Guiding Fire Spirit that would lead him through live. She lead him to become a Minor God and a traveller of the Multiverse. After learning the truth of what happened to his Home at the Age of 20, he set out on a Crucade against all XTimelines, beginning a Journed to slaughter entire Multiverses to gain more Power. He earned 2 Titles that way: The Lord of Damnation and the XSlayer. Eventually, He was confronted with the Errors he was making and handed Irot to his Genetical Brother of another Universe, allowing him to find a better Path. The Slayer himself went to the Future after Creating 5 Genetically Refined People known as "Viper-Squad" to keep the XTimelines unaware of his Leave.

●Aliases and Titles●

-Slayer

-XSlayer

-Lord of Damnation

-Soulreaper

-The Godsent

-Guardian 501

●Arsenal●

He keeps a vast amount of Weapons, too many to list, even. But a few Examples are: Angelic Crucible, Angelic Super Shotgun, Mew Mew Soul Knife, Energy Pistol (R501) and more.

●Hidden Hobbies●

Slayer has a soft Spot for Animals and Creation. In his Private Time, he takes care of his Cyberdragon "Belle" and his Pet Soulhound "Cyro". He also enjoys learning new Cooking Recipes and Art. He still follows the Religious beliefs of his World to some extend.

●The Mark of Damnation●

The Slayer took the Symbol of his World's Protective God after becoming a Primeval. The Mark Shows his Territory, his Property and his Propjecy. (See Picture 2)

●Summary●

He's a Cold Leader, but a Merciful God. Don't go against him and his Goals and you'll find him "pleasent" to be around. He is a Lord, he is of Beyond... but never without Reason. He will finish the Job. And you best hope you're not in the way of that Job...

The Blacksmith Hammer Struck again and again... Angelic and Sentinal Steel, forged together as one unbreaking Armor. A Tool for a God of the Unholy Realms. And the Voices of the Past still cried out as his Will remained unbroken...

◇Monster...

◇YOU KILLED US...

◇Your Path will always be your Suffering!

◇Your Life will be endless Abandonment... they will never love you as you've come to love them...

"..."

He walked over to the Molten Lava smelter, placing a Long forgotten Helmet in... one of a Friend. The One who was everywhere... Memer...

As the Steel Mask Melted, he tossed in the Ancient Coin of Divinity, alongside the Coin of Divine Respect. They melted Together, forging the Helmet that even the Void itself would fear...

◇You won't change... You cannot... You will always be their Craft... The Monster they forged you into... and the Chains will weigh on you... Eternally...

He put on his Helmet in Silence, carerully picking up his Upgraded Shotgun and Crucible as he walked to the exit Portal. He looked back, just a moment of hesitation.

"...I know... but I will be their Slave no longer... and not yours to Command or Torture

Slayer walked through the Empty Streets of Heaven, the Silence was eery... almost Creepy. He remade it during the Overwrite, just like Hell. Both had no Soul residing in them. It was... unpleasent, yet Nostalgic

Guardian (Comms): ...You are quiet. Something is... troubling you, isn't it?

Slayer: ...This Place... a Sanctuary of Old. The Souls of Good People would be brought here to live a Worryless Afterlife. A Blessing to those with Poor or Good Chances in Life.

Guardian (Comms): I see... and did it get involved in the Crystal War you spoke of? I would imagine them to be of use.

Slayer: They were involved. XGaster took one of their Soldiers and turned her into an Expirement. One of my... "Sons" cured her and we returned her to her own. We were repaid with bad Council and Abandonment.

Guardian (Comms): And... Do you regret it? Helping them?

Slayer: ...No. They were in need of Help. I was pleased to hear my own giving that Aid without a Price. The only thing I regret is not being there. The People here did no wrong anymore, yet the Timelines still erased them without another Thought.

Guardian (Comms): The thing your Crucades sought to end... I am sorry. The Council Building is up ahead, the Forge Key is inside. Doors are locked. Break through them?

Slayer: No. I don't wish to damage this Holy Place any further. We go over the Roof. We go to the Exorcist Building after.

•Near Midnight, Ophoris Grasslands

Their Arrival was silent, calculated and swift: the Fleet of the Imperium of Super Earth. Spartan-229 stood on a Hill, seeing the ISES Eternity Warp in

Spartan: ISES Eternity, I have your Signal. Sending Coordinates for Pick-up, We have new Targets. Empire is attempting Construction of a Mining Facility, Intercept them.

SGLaDOS: Affirmative. Super Destroyers Warping to Intercept Resource Carriers. Further Construction will be intercepted. Pelican is en route to pick you up, Commander.

Spartan: Copy that...

Multiple Super Destroyers appeared at the Location of the Mining Facility, intercepting Resource Carriers and halting the Construction.

◇And so the Beast is unleashed... a Path forged by a Righteous Heart◇

Slayer woke up in the new World he created... Ophoris, named after the Companion who forged his Gear for him. He stood up from the Dirty Ground of the Forrest, reaching for his Shieldsaw... which was gone.

Slayer: ...This could be annoying... No matter... I made a Guardian. Gotta find them...

He walked for a while, eventually finding the Guardian in a Cave made from Broken Super Destroyer Pieces.

Guardian: So you found me... Creator. Say... what will you do? By the Code of Guardians, you may choose to retire... or Guard this World.

Slayer: ...I'm a Warrior. I fight for the Cause I believe in. This time... it's protecting this world, High Priestess. Will you join me?

Guardian: ...But of Course. We'll renew your Gear, as you did your Purpose. Eventually...

◇And he will remain the Dominant Force... as he always was, as he always will be...◇

Slayer walked through the Empty Halls of the XLab, mere fractions of doubt in his Mind. He held the Overwrite Blade, he Held the Fate of Everyone in his Hands. He stood infront of the Core of Reality... hesitant...

Irot: Look how far you've come... from Child to Warrior, from Warrior to Monster, From Monster to the God Slayer... What comes after this? What does the Future hold for the Great Slayer? Salvation? Oblivion?

Slayer: ...Peace. and Hope. You've become Daring... you found family. Are you happy?

Irot: ...I'm unsure. You never released me of your Services. I'm still your Guide. But this... You've gone beyond your Mortal Limits. By far.

Slayer: We all chose our Fates... you've learned Love, family and Happiness... I've learned Absolution, Comradery and Freedom... I believe we've guided eachother all along. So... it's time...

He took her Hand... Gently. He removed his Helmet, looking at her face to face for once.

Slayer: Irot of the Inferno... Your Services of Guidance and Friendship lead to the Salvation of a Broken Soul... I, Slayer of Reality 501, release you of your Services.

In a Flaming Flash of Light, Irot disapeared. Slayer stood alone... as he always did. Now, only one Man on his Side... the Spartan.

●Meanwhile at the Sanctuary●

Slash was talking with XMartlet, his final Goodbye. Rookie did the Same, holding his Daughter closely, his Helmet on the Table

Rookie: Remember, Daddy loves you more than anything else in the World... but Daddy also has an important Job to do. But I'll be back, I promise. You have to take gooe care of Mommy now, okay?

His Daughter nodded... they smiled. He smiled with Pride and Love in his Heart. He stood up, hugging and kissing Ash before he had to go.

Ash: Try to get home before Dinner, Love.

Rookie: Wouldn't miss it for the World, Darlin'...

He walked over to the Window, Slash passed him his Helmet. Tick had already moved on to other Universes to continue his work.

Jeff: No sign of the Timelines... Evac is done though. We're ready...

Slash: So this is it... Viper-Squad... one. Last. Time. Are we ready?

Fred: Fuckin' Hell, I am.

Rookie: Alright... Let's go. Slayer, Start it.

◇And so the World... would see the Power of a Man who took fate... into his own Hands◇

Reality faltered and restructured... the Overwrite Crucible gave the Slayer all the Power he needed...

"Reform... Remember your Oath..."

The Archipelago started Collapsing in on itself, Memories returning to the Incomplete, fate restructuring. The Slayer was fullfilling his Purpose...

"For the Innocent... deserve a Guardian... and I will walk... to the Edge of the Blade... until my Duty. Is. Done."

Behind Viper-Squad, a familiar face showed itself: XS, the tortured Child of the Timelines... He lunged at Slash, but got interrupted by Fred. He tried to defend his Brother in Arms... yet paid the Ultimate Price. Slash threw XS towards the Collapsing Core of Reality...

Jeff: No... No, no, no... Not like this, C'mon... Come on, Get up, you've had worse... I can't lose you, not like this... Please...

Fred: coughing Blood sorry Bro... I don't think... I think this was our last Operation together...

Jeff: No, Please... don't... You were right, he wasn't-

Fred: Nom... I was wrong... so wrong... You've taught me well, Brother... Love... will always... persist... as long as one can... forgive Flaws...

That was his end... he perished in His Brother's Arms as a fullfilled Man. A Mark that would impact even the Most Heartless Creatures...

Slash: ...For a Heart Broken... can be equal fixable... Brother, I'm sorry. We'll be gone, but never forgotten.

He grabbed XS, throwing them both into the Unstable Core of Reality, their Souls scattering into the Trillions of Atoms in the World... Infinite Existance ended, for Absolution was their Path.

As All Reality went Dark, a final thought excaped... The Flame of Hope remained Ignited.

"For all my Wrongs... Let my Rights show my Loyalty and my Will show my Dedication... The Path still goes on. Where will mine Stop?"

◇And by His Soul... the Hearts will bleed a Cruel Memory◇

XSlayer and Rookie arrived at the Overwrite Forge, XSlayer immediatly tossed the Overwrite Crucible in to slowly Overcharge it. XSlayer sat down quietly...

Rookie: ...Something on your Mind? You've been quiet for a while...

XSlayer: ...He won't return. This Conflict... will be Slash's last. For good, I hope. He's always been special... but always too persistant for his own and others' Good, even from beyond the Grave.

Rookie: You know this... how?

XSlayer: I'm... I've seen it before. All of this... just a Cycle. It repeats... He'll die. His Voice will be one to haunt me. Along with my Flaws.

Rookie: What of the others? What will happen to us?

XSlayer: Some will follow him... some will stay. No... Just you... We stand... and they fall. Forever...

Rookie went silent... He picked up the Overcharged Crucible, looking at it for a moment.

Rookie: So... who will we be? Strangers? Allies?

...

"Spartan and Slayer"

Spartan: ...Let's get going then.

Slayer: Yeah... The Last steps will be... difficult. I'll still walk them... No matter how much I must endure...

They left the Forge... the Final Step remains untaken. Almost Ready... to fade away...

◇Where the Legacy began... Gods fell Victim to their own Craft◇

XSlayer and Rookie arrived to the Ancient City ruins... the Fortress Walls were broken in many Places, burn marks still visible. A Siege happened... one that Shed a lot of Blood

Rookie: Jesus Christ... What happened here? Didn't you say this place was built to withstand an Attack from you? How did it fall?

XSlayer: They weren't prepared enough... Let's go. We're not far from the Forge, it's in the Main Building's Lower Levels.

They walked, seeing the over all impressive Architecture. Nothing was without Detail... or Damage. In the Towncenter was his Mark... Painted in Blood and Old Dust. A Massacre of Thousands... by just one Mortal Vessel... the Vessel of a Cruel Will. Puppet to a Cruel Man.

Rookie: ...He made you a Monster.... how many fell to your Blade because he wanted it so?

XSlayer: ...None. I wanted it. I chose this fate for myself. And if this Plan doesn't go as planned... I'll choose it again... and I'll make sure to spare none this time.

Rookie: ...Understood.

They kept walking... Fate wouldn't wait. Neither would the War of the Archipelago...

Irot sat in an old Ruined City, a blazing Portal to a World of Fire and Cinder behind her. She had sent the Coordinates to Koss and he was already late. Not to her Surprise, her Cowboy obsessed Brother was annoying her during the extended wait.

Yzza: SOOooo... the little Forrest-Fire finally got someone she hasn't evaporated upon Touch~

Irot: ...Shut up, Yzza... at least the Fire went out, unlike that one time you burned Mom's favourite Vase to Glass.

Yzza: You still got Blamed~

Irot: At least I wasn't secretly Gay for a goddamn Ice-Assassin Spirit!

Yzza: ...That was Mean. Say Sorry, or I'll tell Mom

Irot: Yzza, you're 35.279 Years old, Grow up.

Yzza: *pouting* Fine... you just wait for your stupid Boyfriend Doss then!

Irot: His Name is-

He already disapeared through a Portal. She adjusted her Hoodie a bit, then stared back down at her Phone Screen. At the Received Text of the Meeting Time.

Irot: Somehow, your Mom is always on time when you aren't, Idiot... at least you're a Cute Idiot...