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// Destiny 
// Story: Worlds of Destiny 
// by NightFlame389 
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“What the hell happened here?” Cain asked as a bomb detonated down the hall.
“Welcome back, we’re under attack,” the Storm King replied. “Fortnite quit, that big rotten reptile guy left with the old man, that weird black girl just vanished with the heart and the mask, and now we’re stuck up poop creek without a paddle.” The Storm King blasted the flying E-108 with lightning, sending it crashing down on E-109. “Oh, and that weird pancake guy that was following that little slug dude around, he’s dead.”
“Did Eggman backstab us or did his systems get hacked?” Grogar asked.
“I don’t know, but some little girl’s voice called us intruders before the robots and soldiers started flooding in.”
“Lightning dude, bring the storm,” Grogar ordered. The Storm King obliged.
The Pony of Shadows impaled several of the soldiers that had just been brought in by the Death Egg Robot. He tossed their corpses aside then flew out on shadowy wings to face some of the larger mechs that had been activated.
Just then, a golden glow surrounded Grogar. He brought the spear in closer to himself as he vanished.
Cain turned his attention from the now-vanished Grogar to the soldiers that were now pouring through the Fortress. The soldiers were using armored egg pawns and Eggman and Grogar’s cyber-troggles as shields. Sombra’s stare sent several soldiers scattering in fear.
Cain dodged the machine gun fire from the Death Egg Robots outside. He ducked behind one of Sombra’s crystal spires. He noticed storm clouds gathering outside.
Just as he was about to jump out and brutalize some egg pawns, Dark Lord slammed Loomis through the floor into the ceiling. Loomis wriggled free from Dark Lord’s grip. He uppercutted Dark Lord through the ceiling into the floor above.
Cain breathed a sigh of relief. He gingerly stepped around the hole in the floor and glanced outside to see several GOC and SCP soldiers advancing towards Sombra and the Pony of Shadows. He ran headfirst into the machine gun fire, not caring to dodge. Then he fell two stories down to the ground.
He landed next to a soldier with the insignia of the Red Right Hand. The MTF soldier stared wide-eyed at Cain before remembering he had a gun. Before he could pull the gun on Cain, Cain grabbed him by the neck. He didn’t even get to scream. He turned his attention towards two soldiers with Nine-Tailed Fox insignias.
Before he even had the chance to attack them, two obsidian-edged swords pierced through the two soldiers. Behind them holding the swords was a lithe man, about seven feet tall, with long black hair, and strange red markings all across his body.
“Greetings, not-brother who killed my actual brother,” the man said with a voice that would have inspired terror in almost anyone other than who he was facing. “I hope you will provide a better challenge than everyone else I have faced today.”
“Is it honorable for you to fight a man with no weapon?” Cain asked. Able shrugged, then tossed him one of the obsidian swords he wielded.
The two clashed. Every time Able deflected one of Cain’s blows, he expertly weaved it into his next attack. Able was as quick as lightning, but Cain was far stronger. Both danced across the battlefield, dodging artillery fire and falling bombs.
The first lightning bolt struck a Death Egg Robot, causing it to fall over into one of the Fortress’s towers.
Their blades crossed paths. Cain knocked Able’s sword across the battlefield. The obsidian blade slid to a halt near a boulder.
His brief moment of confidence was shattered as Able seemingly pulled another sword out of thin air. This sword was black with a few red lines, and had a glowing red glass sphere embedded within the blade near the hilt. Able grinned as he charged forward, cutting through Cain’s sword like it was nothing. Cain dropped his weapon and raised his fists.
Able maintained his distance by jabbing with his sword whenever Cain got too close. No matter what Cain tried, he couldn’t get anywhere near Able, while Able seemed to be capable of slicing Cain from every angle. Cain tried augmenting his range with blue flame but even then he couldn’t get past Able’s sword.
Cain looked towards the sword that he knocked out of Able’s grip earlier. It wouldn’t stand a chance against Able’s current weapon. He needed to somehow outlast Able. He could augment his stamina with the life force he had stolen, while Able had to rely on his own reserves. But he was wasting too much energy healing from the wounds Able had inflicted. He needed a different plan.
Rolling out of the way of another attack, he noticed the corpse of the Red Right Hand soldier he had drained earlier. He still clutched his rifle in his limp hands. He ripped the rifle out of the soldier’s hands and turned it on Able.
“Guns are a coward’s weapon,” Able said, pointing his sword at Cain. “They do grant a nice range advantage, but who needs that when I have this sword?” Able pulled some sort of trigger mechanism on the handle of his blade. The glass sphere’s red glow became more intense, then it fired.
A blast of pure red energy. Cain barely managed to dodge out of the way, but it still grazed his arm. The wound did not heal. Able fired again. Cain took cover inside the Fortress behind a ruined wall.
The wall shattered. Bits of concrete and steel exploded in every direction. Cain managed to grab a piece of sharpened rebar, which he threw in the general direction of Able.
He risked a glance towards Able. The rebar had been sliced cleanly in half. Able noticed Cain and fired again. After Cain ducked, the sword’s glow died down. Cain watched as Able removed some sort of clip. He pointed his rifle at Able and fired.
Able barely reacted to the bullet lodging itself in his arm. He loaded in a new clip of energy cells, causing the sword to hum back to life. He grinned. Cain fired again, this time into Able’s chest. Able ignored the pain and continued towards him, blade scraping against the ground. Cain fired a few more times for good measure.
Once he was close, Able raised the sword above his head to slice Cain in half. Cain tackled Able before the sword could be brought down, causing Able to drop the blade. Cain grabbed Able by the neck with one hand and lifted him above the ground.
Instead of struggling, Able reached into his pocket dimension for a knife. He stabbed Cain in the abdomen, forcing him to let go. He jammed the knife through Cain’s foot into the ground. While Cain removed the knife from his foot, Able retrieved his special blade.
Cain turned around to see Able already pointing the sword at his face. Able grinned as he slashed at Cain’s face. Cain’s attempt to block the sword resulted in a cheek scar and three lost fingers on his left hand.
Cain dropped to the ground and crawled towards the obsidian blade on the ground. He grabbed it with his right hand. Just as Able brought his sword down, Cain rolled towards Able and stabbed him in the knees.
“I would say resistance is futile, but that seems a little cliche,” Able commented as he ripped the obsidian blade out from his knees and tossed it aside. He fired another burst at Cain, who blocked with his arm. The burst incinerated Cain’s entire arm. It too did not heal. “Looks like you’re all right now,” Able joked.
Cain raised his rifle to Able. Able sliced the gun cleanly in two. Cain cast the gun aside. He faked a left then dashed right. Able stumbled as he tried to follow.
Cain reached the two Nine-Tailed Fox operatives Able had stabbed earlier. He ripped a knife off the belt of one. He glanced towards Able, who was limping but still getting closer. Cain threw the knife like a dart towards Able.
Able parried the attack. The knife clattered to the ground harmlessly. Able fired another burst at Cain, but Cain avoided and moved in for another attack. Able’s sword once again lost its glow.
“Looks like I’m out of juice,” Able grumbled as he dropped the blade to the ground. As Able reached into his pocket dimension for a new weapon, Cain dropped low and tackled Able’s legs. Able fell over onto Cain’s back, then Cain threw him backwards and ran towards the obsidian sword still on the ground. Cain grabbed the intact sword and turned to face Able. Able already had another weapon ready.
Able attacked Cain again, his speed edge significantly dulled. Cain met Able’s swing with half the force as he had before, but it was more than enough. Able’s katana blade snapped. Before Able could reach for another weapon, Cain drove Able’s own obsidian sword through Able’s chest. Even as blood was trickling through his mouth, Able smiled.



“Wakey wakey, goat man.” Grogar remembered that voice. NightFlame. He almost forgot about him, but he would finally have his revenge. “Hand over the spear and I’ll let you live.”
He recalled what he learned from the Calebros Manuscript. All he had to do was give his own power to the Spear and will for it to do something. The more powerful the change, the longer it would take. For restructuring an entire universe, he either needed to learn Arabic or he could attempt to re-enchant the spear.
Six knives appeared out of nowhere and flew towards Grogar. He barely managed to put up a shield in time to stop them. He looked towards NightFlame and wished for him to be erased.
A wave of white magic burst forth from the Spear’s tip. The knives crumbled to dust, but when the wave passed over NightFlame, nothing happened.
“There are very few things that even Fate is scared of,” NightFlame said, stepping closer. “I’m the hero, you’re the villain. We both know how this will end.” NightFlame made a flicking motion, sending Grogar flying into the back wall.
“You’ve already had your victories. You escaped the Land of the Forgotten. You unleashed the Scarlet King. You escaped from Hell. But it’s the climax now, and it’s all coming crashing down.” NightFlame was now just in front of Grogar. “Loomis is already engaging Dark Lord as we speak. Backwards and Magical Douchebag have been captured. Impostor and Predator have been cornered. Your alliance has come to an end.”
Grogar felt fear radiating from inside NightFlame’s pocket. “Do you feel that? That’s the concept of fear itself, right inside my pocket! There’s nothing you can do to me!”
“You bitch-ass motherfucker,” Grogar growled.
“Give in to your hate, and your journey to the dark side shall be- wait, what am I doing? You’re already on the dark side.”
“I will ki-” NightFlame interrupted Grogar with a kick to the face. He reached for the Spear. Grogar quickly recovered and pushed NightFlame back with his magic.
“I haven’t had this much fun since Woodrow Wilson restarted the Vietnam War with a butt plug!” NightFlame exclaimed, shooting blasts of pure energy from his fists. Grogar ducked underneath the blasts, leaving a gaping hole in the wall behind him.
Using his own magic reserves, Grogar teleported his entire group of loyal, fully-biological troggles to him. John, Fred, Styx, Jeremy, Phillip, Billy, Karl, Joey, and Yamcha Jr. all saluted, then assumed battle stances against NightFlame. Grogar then concentrated purely on the spear, leaving the troggles to face NightFlame by themselves.
John immediately fired his gun at NightFlame. The bullets stopped just short of hitting him. NightFlame made a flicking motion and sent John flying through the hole in the wall.
Fred used his pipe as a bludgeoning weapon against NightFlame. NightFlame caught the pipe and wrenched it from Fred’s control, then smashed Fred’s head in.
Billy attacked next. As Billy brought his club down, NightFlame raised Fred’s pipe and blocked it, but this left a sizable dent in the pipe. NightFlame cast the pipe aside, hitting Jeremy and causing him to drop his axe. He grabbed Billy by the nose and swung him around, impaling him on the charging Styx’s sword.
Jeremy threw three blocks of wood towards NightFlame. Jeremy picked up his axe and swung it downward to cleave NightFlame’s head in two, but NightFlame caught the axe and used it to swing Jeremy around. When he let go, Jeremy was sent flying through the same hole John had flown through.
While Styx was removing Billy bits from his sword, Bob fired his bazooka at NightFlame. NightFlame redirected the attack towards the hole in the wall. It exploded just as John tried to pull himself up. Bob tried to reload, but was interrupted by Phillip’s knife flying out of Phillip’s grip and into his eyes. Bob’s bazooka fell to the ground and rolled out the hole in the wall.
Joey threw his boomerang at NightFlame, who ducked out of the way. Joey grinned, but then NightFlame ducked again on the boomerang’s return journey and hit Jeremy as he was pulling himself up. Jeremy lost his grip and fell.
Between the five remaining troggles, there were only three weapons to go around. Realizing this, Karl snapped his scissors in two and gave one half to Joey. This only served to make things worse for them, as NightFlame then levitated each of their weapons in the air and stabbed them all. The only survivor was Styx, who had used Yamcha Jr. as a meat shield against his iron blade.
The cold winds blew from the hole in the wall. Rain poured in, forming a small layer of water on the floor. Lightning struck a Death Egg Robot outside, causing it to fall right into the tower.
Grogar grabbed Styx and the Spear with his magic and leaped out onto the Death Egg Robot’s body. He was almost ready. Just a few more minutes and Equestria would be his.
His train of thought was interrupted by some water hitting him in the back of the head at high speeds. He lost his grip on both Styx and the Spear. He managed to grab the Spear before it fell out of range, ignoring Styx entirely. He turned around to see NightFlame, water flowing in several rings around him.
The Death Egg Robot crashed into the ground. Grogar lost his footing and fell off. When he stood up, NightFlame was already in front of him. A blast of water hit him in the neck, just barely missing the Bell.
With the confidence of a salamander on football sunday, Grogar attacked NightFlame again, dropping all the water to the ground. Using NightFlame as a launch pad, Grogar leaped for the Fortress.
Maintaining his focus on the Spear, he climbed up the side of the Fortress. Thankfully, most of the Death Egg Robot fire was concentrated on the break room Eggman had given to them. Why he didn’t just plant bombs and detonate them while everyone was inside, no one knew.
Just before he managed to climb into the massive hole in the wall, Rainbow Dash tackled him. Grogar rolled and tossed Rainbow Dash into a wall. She landed on the floor and remained motionless.
“You’re late,” Sombra said, motioning to the nearly empty room. All that remained were a few scattered metal pieces here and there.
“What did you do?” Grogar asked. He glanced over to Rainbow Dash. Still motionless.
“Mind control,” Sombra explained.
Just then, NightFlame flew through the hole in the wall, hitting Sombra in the face with a boulder. Sombra recoiled, then transformed into shadow.
“Deius Shittus!” Magical Douchebag called from the hallway.
NightFlame facepalmed. “Wrong spell, dumbass.”
Magical Douchebag stepped into the room, baseball bat pointed towards NightFlame. He took two more steps. He coughed. Brown liquid came out of his mouth. “Whoops,” he whispered as he collapsed to the ground.
“Well, boy, it’s the end of the line for you.” Backwards carefully stepped over Magical Douchebag’s body and pointed a gun to his head.
“How about no,” NightFlame replied as he stabbed himself in the chest. Backwards stumbled. He looked down. A fresh knife wound had opened up in the same spot NightFlame stabbed himself.
“How did you-” Backwards tried to say as he fell face first onto the floor.
NightFlame looked back towards Grogar. He was gone, and so were Sombra and Rainbow Dash. He stepped over and looked down the hallway.
Satanic Cultist had a few egg pawns levitated above him in his grip. With one motion, he crushed them into scrap metal. Death Slug crawled over each piece of scrap metal, consuming them for some purpose. He had noticeably gained a metallic sheen and a few small armored plates.
Two SCP soldiers with the emblem of Epsilon-9 on their shoulders turned the corner to blast Satanic Cultist with fire. About thirty seconds later, NightFlame interrupted their flame-fest.
“You can stop now, I think he’s dead,” NightFlame said. The two Fire Eaters turned off their flamethrowers. Where Satanic Cultist once stood now was a charred skeleton sprawled on the ground.
A floating plate of pancakes tried to make contact with Satanic Cultist’s charred remains, but exploded into batter before they could. Much of the pancake batter landed on Death Slug. The two SCP soldiers opened fire again on Death Slug. NightFlame shrugged and moved past them.
He passed an air vent that opened to reveal a three-foot tall red jelly bean with a knife. NightFlame stared directly into Impostor’s visor, blinked, then walked away. Impostor retreated back into the air vent.
Meanwhile, Grogar, Sombra, the Pony of Shadows, the Storm King, Queen Chrysalis, Lord Tirek, and Cozy Glow stood in awkward silence together in the summoning room. Their silence was interrupted by turrets popping out of the walls and opening fire. Shadow tendrils shot out in every direction, destroying all of the turrets.
NightFlame entered the summoning room with the two Epsilon-9 soldiers by his side. “Hands in the air, bitches,” he ordered. Tirek and the Storm King slowly raised their hands in the air.
“Question,” Cozy Glow said, “What if we don’t have hands?”
“Then you suck it up and deal with it,” NightFlame replied. They stood in silence for three seconds. “Why hasn’t anyone opened fire yet?” he wondered.
“Oh yeah, we’ll get right on that,” one of the soldiers said just before Sombra hit him in the balls with a crystal spike bursting out of the ground.
“We’re all gonna die!” the other soldier screamed as he ran away.
“Why do I even bother,” NightFlame sighed. “You can all go do whatever now. I’m done here.” Before NightFlame left the room, however, the air vent at the top of the room opened and Impostor dropped out.
“Die,” Impostor said in a comically high-pitched voice. “Shit, voicecrack-”
“I’d rather not,” NightFlame interrupted. In one swift motion, he pulled a small yellow rabbit peep out of his pocket and threw it at Impostor. Impostor’s mouth opened, then he was vaporized by the red glowing aura of the cuddly hellspawn. The yellow peep returned to NightFlame’s hand. He stowed it away back in his pocket. “Have fun.” He turned around to leave.
“Were you not just trying to take the Spear from me to keep me from using it to change reality to whatever I see fit?” Grogar asked, stopping NightFlame mid-step.
“Deceive the heavens and cross the oceans,” NightFlame unhelpfully replied. He stepped out of the room and turned the corner. Several explosions could be heard as NightFlame shouted commands at some people.
Grogar shrugged, then the seven villains of Equestria took their positions around the circle, the Spear floating above the center.



Cain dropped the fifteenth body to the ground. No matter how much life force he stole from these soldiers, his arm just would not regenerate. On the plus side, he had enough power to fight a Death Egg Robot by himself.
As he scanned the battlefield for another soldier to kill, he realized that everyone was retreating. Tanks, fighter jets, and armored vehicles had all turned around, soldiers were hopping onto helicopters to evacuate, and even Loomis had ditched Dark Lord in a ditch. Looking around, only the egg pawns, Death Egg Robots, and mecha-troggles were still active.
Just then, a wave of white emanated from the tower that contained the summoning room. As it washed over the battlefield, the forces of the Eggman Empire deactivated. The cybernetic enhancements of the mecha-troggles turned to dust. The combined forces of the SCP Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, and whatever organization NightFlame claimed to have all vanished.
The Fortress also repaired itself from all of the damage it took. Dark Lord dusted himself off, then flew in through an open window.
Cain made his way back into the Fortress. He took an elevator to the control room. Inside, there was a yellow sticky note. Most of the note was filled with unintelligible scribbles, but there were a few choice words insulting each and every member of the Alliance, including some Cain didn’t even know existed, such as Lord Tirek, Queen Chrysalis, the Golden Queen, Time King Endymion, and Grimkahn.
Cain turned to the command console. He instinctively knew exactly how to override Eggman’s authority in this particular Fortress, despite never having used technology before in his entire life. Soon, he was in command of everything in the Fortress. The last thing he did before leaving was deactivating the on-site nuclear warhead.
He absent-mindedly made his way to the meeting room. The survivors of the assault were already seated in a circle on discarded egg pawns. In the center lay the unconscious body of Rainbow Dash. Cain sat down between Grogar and Predator and across from Reverse-Flash.
“Did we win? Cause it doesn’t feel like we won,” Magical Douchebag said.
“I’d rather we wait for everyone before we begin talks of this alliance that went to shit before I even joined,” Tirek suggested.
“Dude, Impostor, Backwards, Pancake, Satanic Cultist, and Death Slug are all dead, this is all of us.”
Grogar grinned. It was only then Cain realized that the villains of Equestria were the largest faction within their Alliance, and most of their numbers now came from Grogar’s troggle army. “Looks like I’m in charge now,” he said.
Within a small crack in the floor, a golden flower sprouted. The flower then said, “Hello, Eobard, Grogar, and Cain! I’m sure you three remember me, right? The False Flowey the Flower? The Faker? Pseudo-Flowey?”
“What do you want with us?” Magical Douchebag asked, just a little bit of hostility showing through his voice.
“Oh, my master [REDACTED] just wishes you good luck on your little mission and hopes that no hard feelings are felt when this team inevitably starts backstabbing each other to oblivion because of your conflicting goals despite your collective shared enemies! See ya!” Just as quickly as he appeared, Pseudo-Flowey vanished into the ground.
“What,” Predator muttered.
"What do we do about her?" Strykore said, gesturing to the pegasus on the floor.
"Doesn't seem very heroic to leave someone behind," said Magical Douchebag. "Maybe we should-"
"I call dibs," Cain interrupted.



NightFlame placed the cuddly hellspawn on Loomis's desk next to the potted cactus. Loomis tapped his pencil on the open page of his notebook, then closed the notebook and placed it on the desk. He clasped his hands together and looked up at NightFlame.
"It's time we begin the next phase of our plan."