AN: Info dump time, plus he's finally ported away. There's also a few hints as to what to expect within the "Sins of The Abyss" story arc.

As always, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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Upon my words did a notification ring out for all to see, as it was simply the goals of the new guild I invested in, and nothing more. Which were to appear in the various worlds, whose names were apparent below, and create as much strife and destruction as possible to turn the residential Gods and Goddesses attentions away from the Leader's private war. There was even a time to start, which was at that time, as I did not wish for others to know about it just yet.

In any case, nearly all held the desire to leave in order to prepare for such a venture, and a few made it towards the exit only to find it barred by the Behemoths. Of which they turned around in order to demand, or ask, to leave, but found a multitude of portals opening in order to allow others to appear before their persons.

These were the Sons of Hephaestus of Forge, the Draconians and Dragonocks of Azara, the Avatars of the Giants of Al'nuul, the Devourer Demons of Konaku, and the Kitsunes of Sol'anon. Yes. Many of you know of these races, but to those who do not, I shall explain.

The Sons of Hephaestus are a race of Dwarves that are purely and utterly male. Why this is so is anyone's guess, but the process of creating others of their kind is rather interesting. For example, let's say there is a need for another Forgemaster, which is a term meaning Blacksmith upon their world. Well, if there are none available, then the Dwarf is simply created.

Yes. Created, but not in the sense as many would believe. For these Dwarves are merely molded and beaten into shape upon the various enchanted anvils within their homes. Soon after they are crafted, but before they are given life, they are given over to a High Council of old Dwarves who then evaluate the needs and wants of those that desire to give it life. If such inspections pass, then they are placed within a large kiln where the fires within breathe life into the creature where it'll go on to perform its assigned task.

If not, then it is destroyed.

Now, the Draconians and Dragonocks of Azara are exactly what you believe them to be. Draconians are dragons who have been given a bipedal form, whilst the Dragonocks are a byproduct of the consummation between a Draconian and another race. Most of the time it's with a Human, but there are a those who are of Elven decent, and I've met a few with Goblin blood in them.

Then there are the Avatars of the Giants of Al'nuul. Of whom were, in fact, the true masters of their world whilst a few even believed themselves to be Gods and Goddesses. However, they had an infestation of Humans who worshipped these creatures until one of their number killed a young Giant of the Forest. Of which then sparked an outright war which caused nearly all of the Giants to become extinct. In order for these creatures to survive, they had beseeched their world in order to allow themselves to become much smaller and less noticeable. Thus, the Avatars were born.

These creatures were mirrored images of their Giant selves, and held only a small fraction of their strengths which were easily passed onto their children after mating with the Humans. Ah, but I do not remember much of my time there, as I chose to rest after witnessing the enslavement and abuse of children upon Azara. Thus, chose to rest and enter a somewhat wakeful sleep inside my sword body. This lasted for many cycles, until a lone and frightened female found my person and did lift my sword body high in order to smite those of whom had tormented hers.

Alas, this tale is for another time.

Where was I? Ah yes, the Devourer Demons of Konaku. As you all should know, these creatures each follow around a Matriarch whose shape could be of a variety of forms. Such as a large snake, a spider, or even a small bat. However, unlike the other creatures, these Matriarchs have always been snow white in colour. It is unknown why this is so, but many speculate that it has something to do with their magicks, or their incessant need to devour everything and anything. Who knows? What is known, however, was that their offspring mirrored the other, but have the various colours of the creatures she took the moment they were birthed.

Ah, but that was then, as many in this era have evolved into bipedal creatures, but their children each still become the various small creatures upon being born into the world.

Finally, we come to the Kitsunes of Sol'anon. Never have I met a more lazy group of females in all my life. For these beings had everything catered to their persons, from food and being hand bathed by naked males, to being carried off to bed with their bedfellows in tow or simply just to sleep. The whole lot of them were like this, until I came into their lives and took on my male Kitsune form.

For once they bore witness to my person, did they forgo their laziness in order to wage war upon one another and those they once spread their legs open to. Truly, it was quite the scene to behold, but once more, that tale is for another time.

As to why they were brought forth? Well, these were going to be integrated into the Guild, and join in on the fun of distracting the other Gods and Goddesses as I waged a quiet war with the unsuspecting God of Terra.

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"You each have your orders," I growled at those before my person, as the beings from the conquered worlds intermingled with those of Azzarath. All the while, the other Devourers gorged themselves upon the now whimpering Ghouls who had been begging for my person for release. Of course, I did not, and would allow them to continue to suffer until after I left them alone with Brutus, who would then decide their fates whilst I journeyed back to Terra.

Yes. I would have to leave him and the others behind, but gave my word I would summon their persons when I felt I was alone within our world. For they miss our world of Terra just as much as my past self did.

"So go. Distract those other worlds' caretakers so that I may complete my own mission. For once I have what I desire, so too will one or a few of you gain the right to be truly called a 'God'." Upon my words did the entryway into our Hall open wide, becoming as grand and as large as a throne room's double doors should be. Whereas the Behemoths which guarded such an entrance stood at the sides and were as still as stone.

I, on the other hand, had just received a small, ornate gold locket from Grandfather of Time, who then chuckled as my form slowly became like that of a Wolf-kin with silver hair and stood at an average height of one hundred and eighty centimetres. However, my furred tail and ears were as bright as fresh blood upon a pane of glass, whilst my own eyes were of pine green in colour. As for my garment, I chose to don a simple, tanned tunic and trousers with a pair of hard leather boots.

These, of course, were given to those of whom were just beginning upon their journey within Azzarath. Which included a small bag containing a few copper coins, a hard biscuit, a brick of yellow cheese, and three small strips of dried jerky. This was accompanied by a small flask of water, and combined was enough to stave off hunger for the first turn upon the world.

Yes. Such things were far different than what many believed were normal for such scenarios. For I have heard tell of other worlds granting only a small water skin and a few pieces of rye or barley bread when they first appear.

In any case, a plain, wooden quarterstaff was handed to my person by Azazel, as she explained what I should and should not do upon Terra. Such as not show off my strength when I appeared within the world. For I would be ejected almost immediately if such a thing were to occur. However, I was, in fact, allowed to kill, maim, and cause chaos if I so choose, as the world would be wiped clean and restarted once we had left.

When I asked if I was given leave to summon my Undying to the world later on, she paused and cocked her small head towards her right shoulder whilst staring upon my Kin self for a time. "Perhaps," she muttered slowly, "This one believes it is possible, but only when you've placed enough time into the world, will you be able to do so."

What she meant by this was that I needed to stay within the world for a set amount of time before summoning my servants so that they may become joyous at the return home. However, "Unfortunately, Karastak," she began once more, "this one does not believe you will be able kill the reigning God after one such visit."

"I understand this, Azazel, but I grow impatient at the prospect of setting foot upon my world once more. May we continue forward, so that I may return home?" Yes. I, who held an endless ocean of patience, showed my impatience to another. For I desired to return home, and my servants desired my person to summon their own. Thus, I did not wish to tarry any longer, and this caused the other to sigh an exaggerated sigh.

She then chuckled as something appeared before her eyes, but was removed just as fast, "Prepare yourself, Karastak, for this one has allowed your person to be upon the next teleportation circle which will allow you to venture forth into Terra once more."

"When-," I began, as a large circle appeared beneath my feet. Of which caused the silver haired girl-who-was-not-a-girl to appear upon the edge as she waved towards my person. However, before I could respond with anything, a white light erupted from below, engulfing my body for a time.

When it finally faded away, I found my person in a large, white stoned building that was commons amongst the various worlds surround Azzarath's Hub World. Especially when many of those who received their "heroes" were Human in origin.

Of course, these were indeed of the Human race, and I would have sneered and plotted their deaths the moment I laid eyes on their bodies. Unfortunately, I was too busy drinking in the energy which surrounded my person, and cracked a wide grin. "I am home," my voice was, but a whisper, as imaginary tears filled my eyes. Of which was enough for my person to rub them slowly as I took in the scenery whilst doing my best to not summon my servants in order for them to enjoy the air and energies of our world once more.