Can you avoid becoming a monster if you walk the path of hate?
Noche L. Grim has sworn revenge against Edward Death, and while her strength is unparalleled compared to the average Create User, it's pathetic against his seven Birds of Death.
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"The prototype before Dove was called Mr. Ack-tually. Yes Edward named him," Boots sighed. "He had similar powers, but could only access his omniscience by correcting people... He lasted as long as it took him to correct Edward once."
"Brutal bruh," Mary said.
"I take it improvements have been made?" Noche asked.
"Many," Boots nodded.
The blonde threw her hands on the door and pushed. It opened to a massive blue room so large that clouds floated below the ceiling. It was at least a mile in all directions. The floor was covered in an inch of mirror-like water which gave the entire habit the sensation of being in the clouds.
Even when one stepped onto the reflective surface the water barely stirred. Hovering above the water were giant, smooth cubes of pure white. They were about fifteen feet in all dimensions, were tilted diagonally, and floated about six inches above the liquid.
At the room's center was a girl laying on one such cube as if it was a hill. She had mocha skin, short black hair, wore a long dress of pure white, and was covered head to toe in tattoos.
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"Welcome everyone," she said. "I've been expecting you."
The young lady sat up and opened her eyes.
"Doubtless, Boots has told you my ability is omniscience and its limitation is I have to request for the information I seek."
Noche crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"So she's like a living, internet search engine," Noche thought.
Dove's eyes dulled as fatigue entered her appearance.
"Yes, Noche... I'm a living search engine. Like Gaggle," Dove said.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed multiple times.
The bird of death turned to the immortal.
"No, Tak it's not the same as mind-reading," she said.
His expression became similar to Noche's goldfish impression.
Alice took a step forward with her sniper rifle assembled. She aimed it at Dove and the two locked gazes. There was a few seconds of silence and Noche grabbed her head as a painful sensation of DeJaVu washed over her.
A frown came on Alice's face. She stood up, disassembled her rifle, and put it away. All without ever firing a single shot to Noche's perception.
