In the expanse of a null plain lay nothing but rising ash which polluted the atmosphere.
The ground was of grey polished stone, almost mirror like. The sky however was crest with grey overcast shadows.
This was the domain of Chaos.
Calvin observed the ambience, a plan brewing in his mind. Well he already had a part plan, part theory, and dieing was the first step.
From the seven thrones of pure diabolical energy. The voice of the Dire Rebellion resonated through Calvin's ears, prideful but seemingly benevolent.
" The question which should be asked is why did you do it. " Lucifer asked, his lips stretched up in a daunting yet charming smile.
Calvin looked at him and sighed, " I didn't know who to choose, letting you all race for power is amusing." " Watch your answers, vessel or Torment itself shall be your torment you. " Asmodeus snorted.
Chuckling darkly Calvin pointed at the sleeping beautiful deviless Belial, " I think you should be more like her, quiet." Satanel's face darkened, " You do understand how strong we are." The Primal Evil said.
" Yes, I know very well a single one of you could sneeze my universe to atoms. But we all know the nature of our relationship, don't you." Calvin said boldly.
A chuckle reached his hearing, " My oh my, I never knew mortals could be this fearless. If I was one, I would surely tremble before multiversal beings." Lilith voiced alluringly.
Letting a sigh, Calvin looked around the grey plain expanse. " I now you all have domains, why chose something as bleak as this." He said raising two fingers of his left hand.
" You've all lost your touch."
Accompanied by a quake that shook the domain, a throne rose made of grey stone. " Who says I should be the only one standing." He said looking at the stern faces of the devils. Belial who was asleep rose in confusion.
Lucifer rose, " Since you choose to remain here, I shall ascend to possess your being." Calvin looked at him indifferently. " Is that so, " he said as a treacherous grin found way to his face, " May the best devil win."
Hearing these words from Calvin made Lucifer a bit thoughtful, but he immediately flew upwards watching as Calvin indolently drew on his Customization Tab technique.
' What is he planning. ' The prideful devil had no time to think as he was soon over taken by Azazel who never ponders nor hesitates. Grabbing the wrathful devil by the heel, Pride sent him hurling back down.
And what followed was chaos.
Calvin watched with a smirk as his plan unfolded perfectly. ' Let's watch who yields me victory and hope Lucifer follows through, it hard deceiving the creator of deception.
He quietly sketched an alien metallic armour which seemed it toke inspiration from a spider like creature. All these he did while a battle which could rid multiverses from existence was happening above him.
After an imperceivable amount of time, the reverberating echos and bright sparks of light ended. Calvin looked up to see the reality of the domain in dire conditions.
Tears and cracks existed galore on the sky above him. The causalities of these effect could be seen weakly flying through the clouds.
Lucifer however was almost involuntarily dragged through it. The Dire Rebellion stared at him hatefully screaming, " It's a trap, it's a trap. Calvin You Vile Creature."
' I knew he would be smart enough to see through it, well here comes the hard part.' By now he had completed his drawing, he was free to commence.
His plan was simple but treacherous, he planned to dominate the devils. It was a one time something and could be counted as killing two birds with a stone.
First gain, he would defeat a creature stronger than him…, It wasn't as if the chasm wasn't filled with creatures in that category. But he would have a chance in killing A Shifting Watcher.
Second he would spite the devils within him, although they wouldn't fall for this trick again. Yet they would revered him a little.
Nevertheless, there was a down side, the devils might respect him a little. Moreover his actions would be a strike to their ego, as prideful creatures especially Lucifer, they would want revenge.
His actions would start an all out war between he and the Devils of Sin, or as they liked to be called The Original Seven.
Calvin himself couldn't careless.
He rose and shot it the sky of the domain, in this pocket dimension, gravity was a toy. Anyone could soar the skies of this dimension or choose to remain grounded.
Swiftly flying around the reality tears, he soon flew through the clouds and reappeared in the mundane world. He saw his convulsing body being consumed by a black tar creature.
' The main form of the watcher.' Calvin saw all this from a separate perspective, his soul was simply watching his body.
Although his body was slowly being encapsulated by the Watcher, he didn't care about that. He only cared about the reason his body was convulsing inhumanely.
Breaking and bending in eerie angles, his eyes wide open, hollow and as black as darkness itself. Blood seeped from his ears and dark eyes.
' Look how they massacre my body. ' Calvin said quoting a famous movie he had seen before the apocalypse. He shook his head then flew into his body.
Once his soul form disappeared into the body, everything froze. An energy shockwave exited his physical form moments later.
His broken body straightened out, his hollow eyes slowly formed a tangerine hue iris. Calvin shoved his palm through the tar like body of the Watcher.
Immediately he fell out of the watcher's body, he was covered in transparent jelly. Slowly he rose, staggered and fell.
Covered in holes and boils, he sat slowly regenerating from the effects of the watcher's internal toxins. Calvin coughed up black blood and let out a pained scream.
His voice akin to the unity of a thousand demonic voices. His hair grew longer to reach his shoulders, his face continually restructured itself to resemble one of the seven devils.
Even in a weakened state, the devils were still battling for dominance. All Calvin had to do now was suppress them which was easier said than done.
The pain was harrowing, his fragile human mind was breaking. This was a mistake. A grave mistake.
When the devils first sort shelter in his body, narrowly escaping from God's divine anger. They built their domains in different parts of his metaphysical soul space.
To possess him, he would consciously, subconsciously or unconsciously allow a devil into his metaphysical soul space. His soul would temporarily become dormant, and they would use his body till he regained consciousness.
Due to his lack of foresight and poor planning methods, he had just lured all of them into his metaphysical space. If he won now and succeeded in his plan of creating, a pseudo-possessed transformation, a possessed state which he soul was in charge.
The state or form would crumble soon after and he would be left with an eternal battle happening in his soul space.
All he had to do now was think, or it would be the last of him.