It was a good day for Max Anders. He woke up with both his arm candy obedient girls in his bed in Fenja and Menja after a wonderful night of lovemaking. His bitch of an ex-wife was struggling to make ends meet as some sort of new age 'feminist decorator'.
Max relaxed into his throne. His beautiful lazy-boy office chair was behind his imported desk at the top of Med-Hall building, allowing him to look upon his kingdom. Brockton Bay.
With a sigh, he took his large mug filled with frothy white chocolate as he didn't drink black coffee, as it would make him a race traitor... And with a lip smack, he said as he put down his cup and looked down to his paperwork to deny health coverage to the minorities in his health coverage system.
"It's a wonderful day... For White America."
And that was the last thought and words that Max Anders spoke. As before, he could react. An invisible storm of wind blades shot out from a magic circle that formed silently behind him.
Leaving nothing but a puddle of flesh as not a single bone was left go from his body as he was turned into a blood slurry via the wind blade storm.
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Lung was feeling rather grumpy... Very downtrodden and pissed off. But that was his lot in life after that bitch who could control a horde of insects had began using the sexual parasites on his whores to find where they were being kept.
With a grunt he pulled a large jug of sake into his lap as he relaxed in his throne. A lazyboy recliner with a snort escaping him as he turned on the news and saw the latest report on a hero getting torn apart at a containment zone.
"Dumbasses. Who the hell wants to watch a Simurgh bomb zone." He grunted and then after a moment of thought. He picked up a phone and sent a text to one of Oni Lee's burners to bring a couple girls and baked chicken for him to enjoy.
As he then went to take his drink, his instincts flared and he went to shoot forward with a roar leaving him. Fire flaring and burning in the air as an unimaginable threat screamed to his senses.
But then... Darkness filled Lung's eyes before the howls of what could only be demons hit his soul as a purple scythe reaped his soul with a single touch after it impaled his chest from a portal.
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"Bum, bum, bum, buuuummm." I mumbled idly as I found the Slaughterhouse Nine through scrying their individual locations.
Then I began taking them apart without any fanfare, or bullshit. Screamer, I tore her throat out before I ripped her head off completely after giving her a moment to realize she coudn't use her scream.
The Siberian... I just smashed Manton's van like a boot crushing an empty soda can making the projection pop like a bubble.
Bonesaw, despite her being what she was. I made her end quick at least. I cut her soul apart with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.
Crawler, likewise died to my eye's allowing me to attack his very soul and inflict conceptual death upon him so not even his powers could restart his body with a back up mind or anything.
The rest likewise died quickly and without fanfare, including Jackslash. Seeing as he loved his blade work and sending cutting beams with his knives I likewise just cut him into several pieces with wind blades.
Before just leaving his mostly intact torso behind to suffer before even Bonesaw's augmentations coudn't sustain him for long and he would die alone... On the side of the road, completely forgotten and worthless.
After dealing with the Nine, I went back to help my companions who had already locked down the Simurgh also without much fanfare in reality.
"Dude, you guys could like... At least pretend to struggle." I said a bit sheepishly at seeing the Simurgh covered in hundreds of sealing tags which I could tell were sealing countless ways of perceiving the world.
Ajuka who was controlling several thousand swirling magical circles at once said rather idly. "No point in wasting time. According to the Kankara formula, she if left alone would find away to telekinetically control trace amounts of our blood to give us strokes to get past our magic resistance."
My lips twitched at that bullshit before I said with a sigh. "Fine. I will start cutting off her wings. Just make sure I don't break her core."
To which Sirzechs called out from where he was floating in the air after annihilating all of the Simurgh's limbs and holding her by the neck. "Her core is in the left-most fourth wing. Grayfia is holding it in place with her ice."
I then looked to Ajuka and asked. "Should I just cut her core out for you to seal then?"
To which Ajuka casually nodded. "Very well. That works as well. Having a whole specimen to study later would be for the best. Maybe I could even turn it into my own remotely controlled golem."
Setting aside Ajuka being a mad scientist as per fucking usual and the rather boring memory of killing... Literally all the villains of Brockton Bay and many notable ones outside of the city over the mere course of an hour.
I just made a knife out of Sitri ice and brought it over to the wing in question and said. "Just hold still Simmie... This is only going to hurt a fucking lot for you."
Tiny contracts ran through the Simurgh's alabaster pale smooth skin as my knife empowered by the Mystic Eye's of Death Perception cut through the spiritual flaws in her form with said form breaking apart to unveil the core.
And the core was only unveiled for but a couple of moments before a large bundle of... Skin was tossed over it and thousands of seals bound the tarp of divine skin around the seal.
"That skin is from the god Coeus... A god of mind and time that was thrown into the Cocytus I dug up and decided he would make the perfect seal for this Sacred Gear." Ajuka said blandly as he motioned over the orb of struggling skin and horror that shrunk down to fit into a pocket.
My lips twitched as Madoka let out a noise of disgust and demanded. "How many other gods did you skin or do weird stuff to? In order to get ready for this trip?!"
Sirzechs shrugged and then said helplessly. "Guy's chill out... If anything the Coyctus is fate worse then death and the occupants needed to be recycled anyway. Most of them are driven utterly mad and their soul breaks down after a year inside of it."
I cleared my throat and looked to Sirzechs and asked. "So... You ready to throw hands with an eldritch god now?"
To which Sirzechs made a humming noise of agreement before he grinned and said. "Yes of course. I am curious as to how strong my son will be. If we seal this 'Zions' Stilling into a Sacred Gear for him to have."