The shooting star that many had begun to flock to was gradually gaining in speed as it began to reach the surface of the planet, contrary to any normal terrestrial object which would usually begin to lose speed when approaching the Earth's atmosphere. The people around the star could have sworn that they had heard a chuckling noise... Rory squinted her eyes, continuing to look at the star.
"Wait for a second, is that a... motorcycle...?" As she had come to a sudden realization, her eyes begun to flare up!
She'd been using her eyes far to much. She'd gotten amazing treatment so she was in peak condition before and was able to sustain the eyes, but she'd been awake for hours and had been using her eyes constantly. She fell to the ground as blood spewed from her eyes violently... While Rory was in her predicament, the star sped up into another realm of velocity.
"König der Menschen, König der Götter, führe mich zu einem glorreichen Ende."
The sound of a little girl's singing emanated from the light...?
"Der Tod wird von jetzt auf gleich eintreten. Assiah."
The star violently slammed into the Earth! A blast of dirt, blood, and iron shooting up high enough to reach into the stratosphere as an enormous shockwave covered the entire planet's surface within a few moment's time. A high-pitched, feminine, but devilish voice rang out across the now ruined surface of the planet. Just like the meteorite that destroyed the original Earth...
"Listen up you filthy ******* sub-humans!"
A voice could be heard from all corners of the solar system.
"Number XII of the Longinus Dreizhen Orden's Obsidian Round Table. Hróðvitnir. Wolfgang Schreiber and Kill-Gaia. As a member of the Einsatzgruppen, I shan't allow you disgusting animals to plague the ground that will seed our Great German Empire!"
That was all a lie of course. The maddened speed-demon cared not for the German Empire, it was all an excuse to slaughter. And slaughter. And slaughter and slaughter again! A visage of cherubic cuteness rose from the fiery death, but also a visage of devilish malice...
The one that
nobody (Besides maybe Dark God) wanted to see had returned... And he was bearing the mantle of a
Summoning Dream that would murder the galaxy had if not stopped. He stood within an intense whirlwind of death and destruction that could only be called an
underworld of blood. The Blood God had stepped onto the grounds of a mere mortal planet.
Gaia and Schreiber's Theme:
(That's right *******, he's back!
Here's his new revamped and upgraded profile!)