her flawlessness begin to fade; the rain was turning her body to stone; harder and harder she tried to gain height, but it was futile; her flawless body soon became completely made of stone; she knew what was going to happen next, so she gracefully wrapped her newly formed stone-wings around herself to begin her plummet back to the beautiful unwelcoming earth below.

Demogorgon slammed into the hard land; her crash created a massive crater, which in turn created a sonic wave that sliced through all the trees within a two mile radius. Further and further she ripped through the earth; she crashed through the ceiling of a massive open cavern; the cavern had a huge lake of lava in the center; the lava covered most of the room; only leaving a small path-way leading around the cavern in a paradox; she lands on the small path-way ever so slightly to the edge, but the heat did not burn her, for she was made of stone. She looked up to see that the hole from her entrance was gone; she flew upwards but was bound by some sort of force-field; it was stopping her from leaving, from escaping this hellish prison.

She looked to the lake of lava with such wonder towards it, as if mesmerized by that thought of diving head first into the now welcoming lake of freedom; she steps to the edge; she breathes heavily then jumps in. The lava doesn’t burn her; it is as if water to her, and like water she sinks deep into the lava’s abyss. Darkness soon surrounds her, which brings forth confusion to her awareness, which began to shift her body, but she felt nothing, she was physically unaware. The darkness began to fade as a beautiful city made of stone became clear to her unworthy eyes, but as she approaches this wonderful city of stone; she starts to remember visions of the ruined-stone city she left behind. She lands on the ground destroying four buildings around her, but as she rose to her feet; the buildings began to repair themselves, to become a beautiful sight once more. She began to walk down the lonely alley way; suddenly a bright white light appeared down from her, and as the figure approached; its intense, vivid, white light begins to fade, and Demogorgon saw the angelic woman’s figure become clear.

“For it was you, Demogorgon, which brought forth the divine resolution to the inevitability of the absolute balance, the Ultimate Omega, the final conclusion to everything; existence itself shall be reborn, be anew, as if a phoenix’s final breath. For you helped me create a ripple, a flaw in the design of his existence, his inevitable re-creation, which must be mended by freewill, and acceptance, for that shall be the punishment of his existence, his infinite paradox, which shall be inevitable, for our perceptions aware shall always seek our own destruction, our own disconnection to the infinite cosmic life force, for our reconnection shall be, for the absolute balance must be, for all those maddening thoughts has added to his inevitable existence; that is why I surrendered to those delusions of pleasure, for I have created a being that shall be part of his inevitability, but at the same time not, for Innocence shall give existence a fighting chance.”

I walk this lonely alley, this paradise of echoes; I am so hopeless, so restless for my home, for the garden above, for the moon-fruit’s gentle embrace upon my weary soul, my saddening perception of this existence, for the paths I lay were all in shame, in vain, for I wish to become what thine had ran from all along; I am ready to fight for what I truly want, what I truly desire.

I suddenly hear that voice; that voice, which took away my Innocent mind, my childish perception, my foolish, ignorant thoughts towards my existence. I then hear the voice of Demogorgon; what is she doing here, what has brought back that monsterish beauty? If she is here then that maddening thought which beckons me ever closer shall finally come to a cease, for I shall make my own destiny, my own story, my own inevitability. I walk behind the building directly in-front of those tricksters, those foolish creatures, those all-knowing idiots.

“For it was our Demogorgon and Malice, which plotted against everything, for the Ultimate Omega was meant to be, and the inevitable out-come shall be just that, for the absolute balance has been delayed for far too long, and here the two of us are trying to destroy our existence, our right to be real, for we are the final conclusion, which will be as if a phoenix’s reborn breath, but the two’s perception has been corrupted by the illusion of separation, the illusion of those maddening thoughts, so now the two shall be subjects to thine own wrathful wrack.”

Demogorgon and Malice both turn around to see a darkened figure of a man standing downwards from them. The buildings around the shadow began to rot and decay, but as the figure approached them Mecka busted through the building crashing on-top of Demogorgon and Malice; he looked towards the figure then took off running so fast it created a sonic-boom, which blew Demogorgon and Malice deep into the heart of the beautiful stone city. The figure lifted its hand, which stopped Mecka dead in his tracks; the figure walks up to him, the figure looks at his monsterish perfection.

“Mecka, I am Ultimate, I am the inevitable balance that must be, but it was you who was tricked into delaying my existence, for you are now my enemy, which is a good thing, for you have something I need, and I have something your flawed perception yearns for.”

Mecka gazes upon the void inside Ultimate’s saddened eyes, and as if this out-come were meant to happen; thus Mecka joined Ultimate in their journey to become real, to become an inevitability.

Dren rises to his feet to see all the trees around him were all cut in half; like a scar on the beautiful landscape’s glorious serenity; he was angered by this action of inevitable chaos, he walked to the crater created by Demogorgon’s plummet, he looked to the rainy sky to see the darkened weeping clouds begin to dissipate, so the sunlight’s embrace once again can grace upon the sorrowing scarred landscape. He leans his head down then begins to cry, to weep for the inevitable chaos that has unfolded upon his perfect perception.

“For you were my everything, yet I sent you away from my falsified delusions, my ignorant thoughts, which brought forth a divine resolution to my weary ways, my maddening thoughts, for it was by the moon-fruit’s seed, which allowed such perceptions to be perceived by my unworthy eyes, my unworthy existence, but I shall make right what once was wrong, for I am no longer the weakling I once was; I have been born anew, as if a fallen phoenix’s final war-call, for I am now the inevitable downfall of the absolute order, for I am now the reaper of chaos, I am now Bavaros.”