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The Endbringer's Guide to the Multiverse (Worm/Multi)

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Behemoth: The First Woops
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    • Behemoth: The first WOOPS

    Knowledge. Knowledge! That's what the circle held! A veritable fount of it! Knowledge of Language, of places of culture, knowledge of legends, of classes and systems. Although the knowledge of morality, er…

    Well, let's just say me and Dad are a little further apart than I thought we were. Though He in all His wisdom will surely find it within His heart to forgive this poor sinner.

    …Maybe I'll conquer a universe or two in His name before I head back. Just to be safe.

    But meanwhile, back to the meat of the matter.

    The Holy Grail War

    A battle between Legends of skill and strength! A battleground perfectly designed to test my skill and prowess! I will show all how I gained the title of-

    O hey what's this thing.

    Class: Caster (Endbringer)

    Alias: Behemoth, the Herokiller

    True Name: Bob (The One Who Builds(Empires))

    Gender: Behemoth

    Hair Color: Behemoth

    Eye Color: Glowing Red Behemoth

    Age: 19

    Alignment: Lawful Evil

    Parameters

    Strength: A++

    Endurance: EX

    Agility: C

    Mana: EX

    Luck: F

    Noble Phantasm: B-EX

    Skills

    Counter Hero: A - As the Herokiller and consecutive heavyweight champion of Earth Bet 19 years in the running, I think you can see where I'm coming from.

    Independent Action: EX – Yeah, you think you have daddy problems? Behemoth has daddy problems. Been away for his poor old man and creator for years, throwing it down with big bads all over, and used multiple dimensions as an energy source. Self-explanatory guys.

    Magic Resistance: A – Try hitting him with lightning. Use a fireball. Blast him with explosions. Just try it. See what happens. Earth Bet did that and more. Teleportation, portals, disintegration, matter evaporation, atom bombs…yeah…

    Territory Creation: F – Well, he certainly won't be building his empire this way. Guy might be able to build a baking soda volcano. If he's lucky. Oh wait, he's not. Can he fix it? No he can't!

    Battle Continuation: EX – Cmon people, have you even read Worm? This one's a given.

    Dynakineses: A – Dynakineses…control and sight of all energy…yeah…Were talking electricity, heat, anything not matter. Big B sees it all, can redirect it, control it, and shoot giant bolts of lightning with it.

    Mystic Eye of Depth Perception – Cuz cmon, lets throw the guy a bone. He's an eldritch abomination with daddy issues. And a Cyclops.He's already down on his luck as he is, poor guy. Might as well give him a freebie. Shiki, eat your heart out.

    Noble Phantasms

    Aura of Killowat

    Rank: B

    Type: Anti – Army

    Get within thirty feet of the guy and you get fried. Cancelled by high enough magic resistance. Ohyeah, its by choice. Make it a lil easier for Kotomine Sr. To cover things up. Poor guy already has to deal with a 45 foot tall giant crystal monster walking around. New Godzilla filiming? Man have those animatronics must have gotten good over the years.

    Endbringer

    Rank: EX

    Type: Freaking Rediculous

    And you thought God Hand was bullshit. Mass of a spiral galaxy, energy siphoned from multiple dimensions, made of material that's harder than the laws of physics says are even possible, nonstandard organs, nervous system, everything else, regenerates insanely quickly. Things are bullshit hax.

    Well, now that's just rude. I mean Lawful Evil? The nerve! I serve The Grand Emperor, The Great Seer Eidolan! I am His Progeny, bringing about His Just and True policies throughout the multiverse! Lawful Good I say!

    Although the comments are just plain weird. Worm? Godzilla? Eldritch Abomination? Daddy Issues? Mystical Eyes of Depth Perce-

    Oh my god I can SEE!

    I've been summoned! This is great! Now what was that about a master that I had…

    Looking down I could see what remained of a small house. Several cars were piled up against my left foot, occupants screaming, but that doesn't matter. In the house there appeared to be a big red circle and some buckets of blood. Around this I saw a little boy struggling with bonds and what appeared to be a wildly gesticulating adolescent, gesticulating wildly beneath my big toe. Moving very, very carefully, I attempted to move around him, leaving him in the clear. He jumped up, hugging my big claw right as I brought my foot down.

    Squelch

    Whoops!
     
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    • Did... did he just kill his Master? Because that would be hilarious. Lucky for that Independent Awesome.
     
    Wait. Caster. Adolescent. A tied up young boy... Is it me or Behemoth was summoned instead of Bluebeard and squashed the serial killer?
     
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    Welp oddly enough running back to Germany and simply waiting for the Counterforce to do something (Hopefully) is a perfectly valid strategy.

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    Jubstacheit frowns.
    "You ran."

    Emiya sighs taking out a cigarette.
    "It's a 45 foot tall Kaiju that was manipulating all forms of energy, including Prana. Do you have an idea how you would beat that?"

    Jubstacheit rubs the bridge of his nose.
    "-and what is wrong with your Servant?"

    Emiya turns and looks at a hollow eyed Saber who is conspicuously missing an arm.
    "Turns out a launching what is essentially a massive energy wave at a being that can manipulate energy, isn't a smart idea. Isn't that right Saber?"
    Saber begins banging her head against the table in misery.

    Suddenly Illya comes bursting into the room brandishing a golden chalice.
    "GRANDPA, GRANDPA I TURNED MOM INTO A CUP AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN HER BACK!"
     
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    Welp oddly enough running back to Germany and simply waiting for the Counterforce to do something (Hopefully) is a perfectly valid strategy.

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    Jubstacheit frowns.
    "You ran."

    Emiya sighs taking out a cigarette.
    "It's a 45 foot tall Kaiju that was manipulating all forms of energy, including Prana. Do you have an idea how you would beat that?"

    Jubstacheit rubs the bridge of his nose.
    "-and what is wrong with your Servant?"

    Emiya turns and looks at a hollow eyed Saber who is conspicuously missing an arm.
    "Turns out a launching what is essentially a massive energy wave at a being that can manipulate energy, isn't a smart idea. Isn't that right Saber?"
    Saber begins banging her head against the table in misery.

    Suddenly Illya comes bursting into the room brandishing a golden chalice.
    "GRANDPA, GRANDPA I TURNED MOM INTO A CUP AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN HER BACK!"
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    "...Holy shit we won. After countless generations, we fucking won!"
     
    Behemoth: Nailed it
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    • Behemoth: Nailed it

    Moving gingerly, I picked up my foot, checking the bottom. Yep, that's a dead person. Hmm… Well, just because he's nearby, and dead, doesn't mean he's my summoner, right? I mean, he could just be the assistant! There must be someone else around here right around…there!

    I picked him up, holding him before me. "I ask of you, are you my master?"

    "MMPH!" said the bound boy, swinging wildly in the air. I'll take that as a yes. Why would he be bound you ask?

    Well, quite frankly, I don't want to know.

    But! Since he is obviously my summoner and I have obviously been summoned, it's time to go sign up at the local church! Settling him on my shoulder, I astralized. Or tried to.

    Well shit.

    x----------------------------------------------------------x

    "So that, in a nutshell, is the holy grail war! Seriously, I thought you guys were supposed to know about this."

    The boy, Ken, shifted a bit on my shoulder as we made our way to the church. "Uh, so, I'm a master in this war…"

    I frowned, another car hitting my foot.

    "Yep."

    "And were fighting over this omnipotent wishing device…"

    Hmm, two buildings, not enough room to walk between, maybe if I go sideways, suck in my gut…

    "Yep."

    "So that means if we win, I get a wish. Could I use it to fix my house?"

    Well, I'm sure that bridge only looks flimsy. I mean, would they really trust something that was really this small to carry everyone's weight over? Of course not! It must be safe!

    "Ack! I mean sure."

    "Bring my family back to life?"

    I leaned down, gingerly replacing the top of a skyscraper, melting it into place. There! Good as new!

    "Don't see why not."

    "Get an ultra triple large scoop of raspberry ice cream?"

    Aha! The church! Blasted trees, getting in my way…

    "Now you're talking!"

    x----------------------------------------------------x

    "Now remember your manners," I murmured as we approached the church, the aging Priest coming out to greet us.

    "So you must be…Caster," he said, a brow raised, eying me warily.

    "Pleased to make your acquaintance," I said, bowing.

    The priest wiped his brow, squinting up at my shoulder. "And this boy is your master?"

    I plucked Ken from my shoulder, placing him on the ground. He quickly moved forwards, bowing from the wasit. "My name is Ken! Pleased to meet you sir!"

    "Hmm," the Priest said, sounding pleased. "Polite. Not what I expected given your appearance, a good impression." I grinned,

    Tell me boy, did you use any artifact to summon Caster?"

    "Uh…no?"

    "Ah," he said, smiling, "Then it is a case of like calling to like, the soul of an innocent child to that of innocent…"

    "Do not fear for my feelings," I said, shaking my head sadly. "Though I have none of Our Fathers shape and Greatness, He gifted me with Strength and Tenacity! Power, and Endurance! I care not for what others think of me, for I have been shown the path to all that is Just and Good!"

    "A believer then!" The old Priest said, smiling, "Rare to find another as passionate as you in this day and age."

    "A rarity, but it matters not ," I said, nodding solemnly, "For us who believe, we shall carry out His will."

    "And act as shepherds, as guides for others," he said, nodding solemnly. "Well spoken. Though you appear trustworthy, I have to ask, I have heard several reports from downtown about a giant creature making its way through the down, destroying all in its path. Was that…?"

    I winced. "Indeed it was me, one of the main reasons we came here. You see, in addition to Ken not having received Command Seals, I am unable to astralize. So, well, being as large as I am…And everything being as small as it is…"

    "I see," he said, nodding solemnly. "That would be an issue. People so often forget about the problems one has, being a man of size. I can, of course, provide the Command Seals." He pulled back a sleeve, revealing the intricate mass of them. Ken moved forward hesitantly, holding out his hand as the priest reverently bestowed them to him. I nodded, astralizing and reappearing as his presence made itself known.

    His very, very, puny presence.

    The old priest then laid a hand on his chin, wincing as he looked at the city. "Though this does raise the question of how we will cover this up."

    "Ah," I said, grinning widely, "To that I may have an idea. Have you ever heard of the term taking refuge in audacity?"

    "Indeed," he mused, "What do you propose?"

    "Ken tells me when I first appeared, it was close by to a circle of a mass murderer attempting a demon summons."

    "Fortunate you were summoned by Ken instead in time to stop it," he mused, "Who knows what kind of depraved horror would be summoned by a man such as him."

    "Indeed," I said, shuddering fiercely. "It is fortunate I appeared."

    "Yes."

    "Mhm."

    "Of course. But as you were saying?"

    "Well," I said, kneeling down, "You say the existence of magic is a secret. But what about the existence of Demons and Undead?"

    "Common knowledge, or it would be if people believed the scriptures," he said, frowning where he stood. "It would not break the bounds of secrecy for them to be revealed while acting to further educate the public on the matter of Faith."

    I steepled my finger, letting my eye glow with inner glee. "Then I propose this. We make it look like a demon summoning, where I am subsequently vanquished. As I don't think they will believe theproper methods of demon vanquishment…"

    "Infidels."

    "Quite. I propose, instead, we draw our inspiration from various sources of popular media. Now I have a few in mind just offhand, this modern knowledge thing is really handy…"

    x------------------------------------------------------------x

    "Umm, is this really necessary…"

    "Yes, now hush Ken," I whispered, the crowd gathering as I stared menacingly ahead.

    "But…but…I'm tied to a polltwenty feet up, and you want me to fall! Why do you even need me for this? This plan doesn't even make sense!"

    "Psh, don't worry, there's a trampoline underneath," I said under my breath, "You'll be fine."

    "It's in the middle of a ring of fire!"

    "Dynakinetic, remember?" I said, shaking my head sadly. "You'll be fine, I'll make sure of it. Now shush, it's show time!"

    The Priest slowly appeared, clad in a holy garment of Glory! The Cloak of Alexander Anderson, his bayonets as well, the hair of Dante and the Cross of the Excorcist. He stopped, raising his hands, bayonets pointing forwards. "You'll never get away with this!"

    "Hah!" I said, creating an aura of fire, "You have forsaken your humanity, became the Monster of God! Only a human may truly defeat me!"

    "The Force is with me! You shall never escape!"

    "Luke! I. Am. Your. Father!"

    "Noooooooooo!" he screamed, tossing his bayonets. They moved like missiles, cutting Ken free.

    "AAAAAAAAAAH!"

    "Just as planned! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

    "You'll never get away with this!" The Priest said, shaking his magnificently coiffured head.

    "Ah, but I already have!"

    He raised his hand, cross out. "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!"

    "AAAAAGH, MY SPLEEN!"

    I tipped backwards, slowly astralizing as I fell. As I went down, he stared on solemnly as the crowd looked on in dumbfounded awe at his magnificent prowess, sending me a discreet thumbs up of communication. I sent one back, content I was understood. For ones such as us, the meaning is easy to discern.

    'Nailed it?'

    'Nailed it.'
     
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    • For some reason I see saber looking at behemoth and just blaming merlin, as if something that absurd could only be his fault
     
    I, uh, well then.

    Poor Ken. He better get some ice cream out of this. And his house. And his family.
     
    Behemoth the first Whoops! 1.3
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    • Behemoth: The first Whoops! 1.3

    Now the tricky part of being a statue is the simple act of sitting still. There's always that urge to move around or fidget, maybe an itch that needs scratching or a vague need to turn. Now you people might say, 'But Behemoth, you can't itch! You're a giant monster thing made of a crystal!'

    Bah, shows what you know. This is discrimination I tell you. Crystalism. Fleshism.

    Well, one of the two. Kinetic-speaker words are so hard to know.

    Anyways contrary to popular beleifs yes, non-flesh things have the urge to itch. It's just usually they don't have the ability to. Poor mountains. For them I do my best.

    Anyways, where was I. Oh yes, statue. Being a statue is much harder than it seems.

    For one I had this dreadful itch on my nose, and just because it doesn't look like one doesn't mean I don't have one.

    For two I was waist-deep in water and goodness knows that's not healthy. I mean look at Leviathan and how he turned out.

    For three I was occupying the space of that rickety little bridge that had been badly in need of a weight check. Really. People should be thanking me for demonstrating the danger with my weight when there was barely anyone on it. Just think of what a disaster this could have been in rush hour?

    For four the pose that I chose wasn't exactly very comfortable. You try standing with your arms at your sides, your palms up, fingers up, and forearms forwards. No, not for twelve seconds either. For hours, days on end.

    Four five Ken was being a right ass and a bully. Spent all his time complaining and trying to ruin our cover.

    "This is stupid."

    "You said that about our last plan," I said, making the vibrations come from right next to his ear. Couldn't speak the normal way, oh no. That would ruin the act. I'm a professional, y'know.

    "That was stupid. This is doubly stupid. I mean – ah, ah ah, achoo!"

    "Bless you," I said. Ken wiped his nose and glared at me, the ungrateful little guy. I was letting him sit on my palm.

    "I'm cold," Ken said. "I'm hungry, I'm tired. What are we even doing out here!"

    "Spying."

    "Spying."

    Ken shivered, rubbing his itsy bitsy ruemy-red human eyes. He sneezed again then huddled deeper in his coat. I didn't see why he was the one complaining. I was the one waist deep in unsanitary water.

    "Can't you heat me with your, um…"

    "Dynakineses."

    "Yeah, that!"

    "No. That would give away the act."

    "The act."

    "Yep."

    "As a statue."

    "Uhuh."

    "That, maybe thirty minutes ago, just suddenly appeared."

    "You got it!"

    "That's stupid."

    I shook my head. That poor, poor little boy.

    "Refuge in audacity my friend."

    Ken laid flat on his stomach and moaned. He turned his head so he could see me and blew away some hair.

    "If you're talking, why can't you heat me?"

    "You're right. I shouldn't be. Ix-nay on the alking-tay, kay?"

    Ken exhaled in that way kinetic breathers- er, humans sometimes do. A really, really long one, before repeatedly slamming his head into my palm.

    Ah, morse code! Truly my master is great.

    Now I wasn't distracted enough to lose sight of my goal, oh no. In between wondering what cumquat had to do with chickens – I'd have to ask Ken about that later – I was observing my fellow Servants. They had gathered together on the large oil rig and were about do to battle.

    Well, had been. About half an hour ago.

    There was this little blonde knight-girl and a guy with two lances, and they weren't even trying to kill each other! The nerve! No they had the audacity to cut out of their fight just as it was getting to the good part. They spent the past half hour staring at me.

    Now I couldn't tell them to get a move on and start dismembering each other, I mean I was just a statue. I just thought. Very hard.

    Don't look here. Look somewhere else. You have the sudden urge to kill each other. I'm just a ghost-monster-statue-thing. Woooooooo.

    It turned out thirtieth minute was the charm because they finally turned away from me. Yay!

    "Behemoth," Ken whispered.

    Not responding, nope.

    "Hey Behemoth," he said, louder. "There's someone incoming right now!"

    That someone, as it turned out, was a rather large red-haired man riding a chariot pulled through the air by bulls, with some green, limpid, screaming thing attached to him-

    Oh wait, that's a human.

    The large man landed his chariot on my hand, grinned, and turned towards me.

    "Do you mind if we watch from here my good man?"

    "Shh. I'm a statue," I said.
     
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    • This world is doomed. Broskander is gonna do his magic, and then suddenly the world is gonna find itself conquered by a returned King of Conquest riding on a Dynakinetic multi-dimensional fuck-you monster.
     
    *WHEEEEZE*

    Air goddmanit I need air! I am not a statue and am in need of air damnit!

    Laughed so hard.
     
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