Mark
*The Unending respite began following a sudden sharp shriek of a violin, in an instant did all the noises, all the colours, all the tricks, all the illusions, all the theatrics cease. So too did the harrowing music orchestrated by our Nach deafen, curiously however the accompanying musicians remained. Still as stone, but nonetheless present.*

*Our Nach though was certainly worse for wear, falling limply unto the floor.* "Ow."

*Her little legs crisscrossed together, the arachnid limbs protruding free of her flesh held aloft at her sides twitching and writhing like an insect crushed beneath your heel grasping for life. The mad god's hair completely obscuring their chest, and partly veiling the gaping hole in her chest which gushed blood. Streaks of blood dressed our Nach's skin in macabre fashion, her clothes dyed a similar crimson red. Vivienne's shattered discarded skull rolling by the mad god's twitching limbs, a couple lightly tapping its surface as though they were testing the waters, nibbling at the flesh.*

*Our Nach made no effort to interrupt the Unending's speech, nor did she interject for its performance, no she was indeed remarkably still! Uncannily so, unnerving even.. The Unending knew little of this creature but it summarized it was acting, unnatural. Just before it was ricocheting off the halls, laughing and rambling, assailing them with seizure inducing colours and noises and tastes and pain. Now however it induced another kind of wrongness, a lingering weight at the back of their skull.. Did the madness ever really end?*

"Ehehehee..." *An insidious giggling, and a cock of her head. She was bleeding an awful lot, and yet the Unending recognized beneath all that hair a smile.* "Thannkings you~! We thankings you, creature! Our differences have we but a recognition of talent we share, your song was.. Most marvelous. You say you've forgotten, forgotten the wonder of it all? Mm, alas it'd seem you were never really alive then. Not until now."

*Her head fell forward, limp, she was bleeding an awful-awful lot.*

"A musician you should be~! An eternity you have for your craft, wasted... Alas! Alas! AhaHAaaaa~!" *She shakily rose to her little feel, another sudden gush of blood erupting from her chest. Incentivizing the mad god to pool some of it into her little hands, to cup it, and to drink.* "Mmmm... So much feeling, so much passion! We'll sing, sing together we must. So thus must all immortals sing, among eternity!"

*She was bleeding an awful, awful-awful lot. The blood which gushed free of our Nach flooded the hall, but __only the Unending and her could see that they all stood amidst our Nach's blood__. Wading through a veritable crimson mire of writhing ichor, see within its reflection the many faces of Nach and marvel. See within the many eyes of many Nachs the people she's touched, the memories of a broken mind, the scornful gaze of another cruel mother. Her eyes bored into the Unending's chasms, and for a moment it seemed Gaia herself was staring down the beast. But that was impossible, right?*

"...Blood! Blood! Gallons of the stuff! I gave you all that you could drink and it has never been enough~! I gave you BLOOD! Blood! Blood! BLOOD! Blood! Blooooood~!" *Again did the musicians play their heinous music, and only now did it become apparent.* "I'm the kinda Nackly wreckage that yah love~!" 

*The madness, the madness never ends.*

*Once again our Nach assailed the Unending's senses, all the same tricks as before except now he stood among blood. It stood among the blood of she they hurt, a reflection of the many gods it vanquished before- a monument to all its sins. The blood ebbed and flowed casting reflections of reflections, distant distorted memories entangled within a nonsensical web. Waves of ichor rattled these halls crashing down upon the beast, streaks chewing against its flesh like searing knives.*

*Why did the other gods not react? Why did they not see it as they did, was this another of this foul beast's tricks?*

*But looking at them only raised more questions, for now mirror images of each god stood alongside the real thing. These projections intermingle with a slew of clashing colours and flashing lights. Our Nach however stood still, arms crossed across their gaping wound, smiling and waving at the beast.*
Cynthia
Ethros, for his part, was glad to see that he had hurt the Unending. That was always reassuring, that though this beast was powerful, it was far from insurmountable. However, the way it seemed to move, and then devoured the eldritch divinity alarmed him greatly.

He snarled, as the Unending harmed Nach. This could be a major problem.

He began to charge a blast of lightning, but just as he raised his spear, the foul thing assumed what the Sky God had presumed to be something close to its true form, and Ethros just stopped.

He just. Stopped. The spear dissipated into nothing. He felt the pain of the attacks they had thrown against the being, but it was nothing compared to the enmity this being felt toward Gaia.

For what? 

Being immortal? 

The Mother not waking up?

"Heh."

Ethros actually dared to look at the Uneneding and laugh, and laugh, and laugh some more. Yet, even as he did so, something was deeply unsettling about him. His great bellows of amusement also began to hold cruelty in them, a sincere malice that he had never displayed before.

"Was that supposed to be it?"

Even as he spoke, his body morphed. His robe turned turned a dark gray as his entire body turned a deep blue, a blue that was almost black. His fingers were covered in black gauntlets, materialized shadows formed into obsidian armor.

"Mother wouldn't wake up, and you couldn't handle it? Couldn't handle the centuries? You FOOL!"

Ethros' voice was at once amused and scolding, and the shadow-forged armor covered his torso, along with a deceptively simple band of black metal serving as a crown. All along the breastplate, faces were shown in many expressions, from joy to sorrow to humor to agony.

"You want your rest? Fine! You can be ripped apart and devoured, and rest in oblivion!"

This was a new part of his personality, something brought about by pure scorn. His eyes, rather than the white starlight, were now the bright red-orange of a red giant star. Shadows poured from him.

The darkness formed into shapes, serpent-headed and clawed tendrils that grabbed, sliced, and bit down whenever they could. Ethros, however, formed a simple black shield with a roaring face on the front, and a sword in the right hand. He stomped forward, continually spawning more shadowstuff to keep the Unending occupied. 

The faces of his armor shuddered, then opened wide, as an audible laughing could be heard from them, even as Ethros would move to carve through the abomination.
Ralph
Soldr didn't even blink when his claw tore through Argraothrust, the dead god falling to the floor in pieces. When the unending tore a huge hunk out of his side, that did it. He let out of a hiss of pain, releasing his axe to clutch at his side. He recovered quickly, and with the Unending now behind him, he lashed at it with the bladelike tip of his long tail while he whirled around.

**"WHEN I CHOP SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF THEY USUALLY HAVE THE COURTESY TO STAY DOWN."** Soldr said. The wound wasn't bleeding so much as the edges seemed to be burning red hot, as if his inside was made of coal and ember's. He yanked on the axe's handle. It stretched, bending and twisting and turning into a long chain with a giant axe head at the end. 

**"I'LL JUST HAVE TO CUT YOU INTO SMALLER PIECES!"** He laughed. Soldr liked to fight, and hadn't had anyone strong enough to truly challenge him since he'd become a god. He didn't care who got in his way, he wanted to fight the Unending and win and didn't even care if it killed him. He gave zero indication that he had heard Majesty's orders, but all the same did as she asked, swinging the chain faster and faster to gather momentum before sending the axe-head flying at the unending. The whole thing was made of raw destructive energy, and even touching the chain would cause anyone in its way to become unmade. Soldr seemed to be even more reckless than usual in this form, but he at least had the presence of mind to make a token effort to stay at an angle with the Unending that the other's weren't between him and it. It would probably be a good idea to stay that way.

If the Unending was paying really good attention, she'd notice that his throat was swelling up, almost like a bullfrog's. Embers of brilliant white flame were leaking from his teeth. Most noticeably, he'd shut up since he'd started doing that. It looked like he was readying something powerful...