How would I begin to describe all that this situation? Probably something along the lines of 'Son' meets 'Bitch'. I wake up, if sleep is even a necessity of mine anymore, was annoyed by Swifty to join her on a small excursion to a wedding gone mad, with most being replaced by Changelings, meaning once I have my next problem was taken care of I'll be ending this redundant episode faster than what I would deem 'fun'. Where was I again? Oh right, a Wedding turned blood bath, mostly consisting of my own hybrid blood, against an egotistical Nightmare hell-bent on my own end, to which I am neither intimidated or impressed.

"If it weren't for my own crutch to stay alive, you'd be worth the effort in bond with. A man - no, a thing with no master, wielding an untold number of powers, combined with a Nightmare, we'd be something more." Ruin clasped his hand with a grin as if the concept of fusing with him sounded pleasant, well it did, I just have enough problems with the concept of understanding how someone so...annoying was causing me so much trouble. "I know you won't listen-"

"Really?" I raised my voice dryly, my hand clasped behind my back for my fingers to begin cycling the Versatrix on my wrist, here's hoping Loki gave me something to work with. "Now, I believe we've both heard enough speeches of 'Power' this and 'Take over the world' that, can we fight now?"

His crooked smile only made my eyes slowly narrow, he was planning something and I last that happened I nearly hit the metaphorical deck, and with Swift, much as I hate to say it, gone to fix that 'trap' of Ruin's, I had no-one to cover my ass, and like hell I'd have this hybridized ass of mine be protected my Armour of all people.

"As I said, let's see...how much power you have left to stop this." Ruin was gone, moving himself to float near the ceiling and that sudden pressure and noticeable lack of magic around me began to siphon towards himself, the streams of ether and dark matter were beginning to extinguish crystals and drain the color of some segments of the ruined hallway, impressive, he could drain magic too. "I summon forth that which is condemned, bring forth thy wrath under thou name, Amducious The Demon of Destruction!"

Despite the fact I could have easily avoided this, I'd rather not open pandora's box, so I sat still and braced for the onslaught of etheral dark matter, upon seeing the light bend towards a growing, purple and white light, the pressure that began to pull at my soul made my body brace itself for the resulting amalgamation of power, in mere seconds a massive sphere of concentrated ether and dark matter was thrown towards me, even just one source of the energy was monumental in pressure, but both at the same time, I didn't get a single noticeable point to fly away, as he lurched forwards, the radius of the light consuming me, and my entire mass screamed in pain.

The very DNA of blacklight was going to be burned straight off my body if I didn't act quickly, the force behind this wasn't like last time, he was using my shtick of holding back, combined with that annoying trap giving me a headache, I can't keep stalling like this. I needed to move, It was hard, but I shakily brought my outstretched arms closer to me, digging them through the mass of energy and back to my chest, where I heavily threw them around, my palms facing me.

This wasn't normal, given how overpowered I've become you'd think this would be a cakewalk, but sure, I had to play the nice guy and try saving idiots who can't seem to handle their own problems, and when my own arise I'm forced to 'help' them. Maybe letting myself be atomized would be a mercy, Loki knows this is pointless if I can't cause mass genocide to stop a single, fucking, Nightmare.

"You do realize, that one of these boxes may very well melt your face off." I reminded, but he shrugged

"Well....that does sound bad, but it also sounds cool!"

"Can-Can you at the very least promise to try and take care of yourself?"

...If I live through this, I'm going to find a way to understand how I'm so stupid, no matter how obvious the answer may be. Pushing back on the spiced energies, I noted how the ground had become far more...drained of color like the literal magic was completely drained from the source? Fascinating. Finally, I was able to push the large blast back far enough to disperse the blast across the hall, the magic slicing the walls but other than that the entirety of the building was intact, yet my hands were burned so black the difference between third-degree burns and blacklight was hard to distinguish.

Pushing back up with my legs I pushed through the fading embers of ether towards the ground, burrowing into the tile and soil beneath, pushing through the ground and out below Ruin, my arms planted firmly against the ground and with enough force to break my bones, I was flung towards the Nightmare, who only noticed as my fist was driven through, the lower jaw snapping and molding around my knuckle and through his melted mouth.

I went for another left hook, yet only smoke made contact with me, and I turned to have a dark shin snap my arm in two by the elbow, but the bend of my arm allowed my head to slam the dial of the Versatrix down, and a flash of orange blinded us both, and my lower body and the majority of my bone structure morphed and molded into three large pieces of bone matter. The instant the flash dialed down, Ruin was met with a massive, skeletal backhand, driving his body through the side of the left wall and through the ground.

"Skeletron!" Looking at my massive floating arms and noting that I only had a massive skull for a head I dropped my arms lower in an invisible shrug. "No ribcage, just arms, and a skull, seriously?"

I wasn't going to be picky now, lurching my right and left arms back, I swung them towards Ruin, the Nightmare standing up to deflect the left arm up and over the right, but my I instinctively reached out to grab ahold of him, yet he merely side-stepped and punched the arm through the side of the wall, while merely dusting himself off. My left arm came back around to throw a club his way, raising his arms, the fist made contact and Ruin was sent skidding back, yet his left arm raised to fire a bombardment of smaller ether blasts.

In another flash of rich orange, I reverted back, dropping to the side of the all and running across the cracked surface of the highly damaged wall, moving to avoid being struck by the negative waves Ruin propelled towards me, while I drew Cassul and Jackel and shot the closer blasts from my point of view, while some holy rounds pierced through Ruin's chest and limbs, yet he stood unfazed, merely mocking me with a grin.

Pushing off the surface I flipped over a few more spheres drawing my breath back into my lungs, and the slow sound of an old clock filled my conscious mind.

"Tiil Klo Ul!" The roar of time deceleration, the area of effect consumed Ruin, and I watched as rubble slowed in the air, waves of negative novas slowly expanded, Ruin was all but morphing his facial features chipped away from a grin to confusion. Still hanging in the air, I placed my hands together with my index and middle finger against my palm. "kage bunshin no jutsu!"

The second five more of me appeared and even that small act had put a serious strain of my vision, I felt sweat beginning to form where it shouldn't, and I was only going to make it work. In order from what I could see through the orange flames that consumed my entire body once more, I released a Blade Barrage atop Ruin's slowed form, followed by a Hammer of a Sunbreaker, a Nova Bomb, a Chaos Beam, a Fist of Havoc, and Spectral Blades, the amalgamation of Void, Solar and Arc turned the entirety of Ruin into a smoldering kaleidoscope.

The clones all turned to smoke as I landed where Ruin was, the only thing left of where he consisted of a shadow with an eternal scream and wave of hands burnt into the tiles, his shadow had been completely burnt into the stone, and I stepped down on his face so I could finally breathe, the first time I have been glad a fight was over, both a disappointment and relief.

"And that is why I hate weddings." I drawled to the awe-struck crowd, while some guards regained the intelligence to begin searching for any sign of other intruders or Ruin, the latter would probably kill them since his soul isn't here, meaning he's still alive...great. "Sunbutt, still want to rant in my ear, now's your chance?"

"I...don't believe that will be necessary, Chris." Good, I wouldn't have listened anyway, one of my ears was burned off. "You don't seem to be looking well?"

"That would be the obvious outcome, yes." Why reply sarcastically now, it didn't really matter. "If anyone needs a problem solved, go ask someone who isn't me and we'll be fine."

"Oh, Chris, if I weren't tied to that annoying little girl I'd would love to use you to my ends..." Ruin chuckled, raising his right arm before him, a blacken bow taking shape from broken glass, while a string was pulled back in his left, holding onto a highly unstable arrow, white and black light crackling across its surface. "Guess your death will be just as...satifactory."

He released it.

Loki dammit. I moved my legs again to stumble towards the line of which something extremely powerful was aimed for, the crowd of people, of course, being the persistent man I am, I stopped before them and where I saw a thin, purple arrow fly forth from the shadows, it didn't break the sound barrier, nor did it feel anywhere near as strong as Ruin's last attempts...actually, I almost couldn't tell how strong it was?

*Thunk-Slice*

The arrow stuck my chest directly, the entirety of its mass dissolving into dust around me, other than that, I waited for the new hole in my chest to...close...up? Okay, why wasn't it closing? I mean, I felt that lacrima give out during the Super attack...okay...starting to feel...not okay, huh. Falling down to a knee, I grazed my hand across my chest and I only pulled back to see...blood and purple specks were thrown into the mix.

"Chris I got it - what the?" Seems timing is on point, turning my head to Swift, then back to my hand I let out a small laugh

"I am slightly afraid right now." Black spots and darkness took over, and my mind suddenly fell into nothingness

Author's Note

We're back, and despite the shorter word count, I believe this will suffice. I mean, nothing like kicking an overpowered character in the balls to get one's writing going.

Slendy.

Who remembers this story, not me, that's who.