April
*Falling upon the branch below him, the blonde man would be confused and disoriented. What had happened, how had he gotten here? He didn't know, the closest thing he held to answers were hazy and distant memories of war, of fighting and dying. Looking around, the tree branch he found himself on was massive, large enough to support an entire city. But it wasn't the only branch around here, for as he looked through the area, multitudes of other branches of equal or not greater size could be seen all around him. From them strange fruits hung, some were large others were small and each fruit had a distinct shape and color to it but they were undeniable fruits.*

*Standing up, Johan started walking towards what appeared to be the giant tree from which the branch he stood upon had emerged. As he walked he noted that his clothes seemed familiar, although he could not exactly point to where he had seen them to begin with. Probably a side effect of his extremely hazy and distorted memory. At the time, his main goal was finding out more about the particular situation he had found himself in.*
Charles
As the newly formed God fell from the branches, born anew as a divine of this reality... Something shifted around him, the energies became erratic and disturbed as a black smoke seemed to form from nothingness. As it took shape, that of a pale woman, face covered and hair like rolling fog of black down her shoulders he could hear a noise. The sound of someone inhaling deeply through their nose, a sniff and a huff... She had caught the scent of a new sibling with a darker heart. That much she was sure of. As her physical body finally finished forming, she gazed at him from behind, her upper face and eyes hidden beneath her hood. 

She let loose a little giggle though her voice was filled with a vibrato and raspy essence, she still sounded as if honey dripped from her tounge and razor teeth. Her slender fingers wriggled, and her daggery black nails clacked together as her excitement grew. 

"I knew I smelled a new sibling... One whos heart is... Wretched and worn already..." From about sixty feet away she vanished into a puff of black smoke again only to reform her figure a few feet away from him, her head tilted and her body leaning forward a bit. 

"Tell me, little brother... What are you? I do not need your name... I ask what you stand for..." She had asked every newborn god she had met the same question, for it was the one Edon asked her when she first formed from that black smokey apple. 

"My name is Sinrael, one of many. But what I am? I am Fear, Discord and Strife."
April
*As he walked, he could not go far before something changed in the area around him. It was strange, but the best way to describe it was like darkness and fear itself trembled in the air all around the area. Stopping to look around and try to get a feel for just what the hell was going on Johan would see a condensed form made out of black smoke appear before him. Before he could react the smoke changed into the shape of a woman, a pale woman with jet black hair.*

*Not knowing how to react to this situation, Johan simply stood still for the time being, listening to what she had to say. He crossed his arms across his chest as he spoke, not wanting them to lie idly by his side as he waited for her to finish speaking. Listening to her words, they would only affect him partially, for Johan was not used to speaking with other people despite that he did make an effort to listen to what she said for she might be able to explain why he had found himself in his current predicament. From what she said, it seemed like they were siblings of sorts, although given how wildly different their appearances were Johan found that unlikely. But, he could not deny that he felt some kind of strange connection to the woman before him.*

"Sinrael..." *As she was done speaking he would say her name out loud like he was testing the words, it was a strange name indeed. But since she had given him her name it was little more than proper etiquette to do the same. For some strange reason, when he thought about his name two things came to mind: 'Johan' and 'Goldenheart' , something from the fragmented memories he carried. Since she had only given him one name, Johan decided to respond in kind.* "My name is... Goldenheart." 

*As for what he stood for, it was a strange question. He didn't stand for anything but himself, but what was he? As he asked himself those philosophical questions images of war, death and destruction would flash through his mind, all surely memories of a past life. After a prolonged silence he would speak again.* "And I stand for this." *Raising his right arm, a rift would appear in the sky, it was something instinctual to the man. If one peered within the blood-red miasma that had appeared they would be able to see hundreds of corpses all rattling and crawling on top of each other like an undead swarm of evil. Bringing his hand down, so would the rift fall towards the black haired woman with enough force to cause an explosion that echoed through the tree's enormous branches.*
Charles
As the man considered performing violence, she smelled it on the air. Her head rolled for a second before her smile grew as wide as it could from cheek to cheek, razor maw dripping with black smoke from behind her canine gate. She gave another chuckle and brought one of her fingernails to her own throat and slit across it slowly, a black ichor or blood falling... Upwards? Yes, it dripped upwards to spread and coalesce until it was large enough to solidify into a solid black mirror like glass. Once the blood had transformed into this black glass like material, it went skyrocketing upwards to block his rift and all that came down with it. She however had vanished. 

Now she had reformed from her smoke to just behind her newfound little brother, attempting to place her left hand on the back of his head, yanking him by his pretty blonde hair. She spoke, her tone ever amused and excited. "Why does everyone I meet want to fight me? It couldn't poooosssiibly be meeeee?!?!" She gave a laugh and finished her sentence. "Now stand still." If she had succeeded in grabbing his head, it would be hard for him to move which worked perfectly in her favor. 

The glass she had used to block his explosion and rift and all that fell with it, would shatter the moment his attack made contact with it. Shattering into innumerable pieces, only to fall down for a second... Then they all shot at him and her, flying through the non-existant air at an incredible speed, hoping to impale him and slice him and cut him up. 

"Come on! Get your hands diiiiiirrrrrtyyy!" She would below, teeth grinding together as she said it, leaning close to him from behind and just around his shoulder and head.
April
*To see his opponent slit their own throat before the battle had even begun, that truly was a first for Johan, although he didn't really have many memories still intact that he could compare the experience with. Regardless of how strange it was he would not allow himself to be caught off-guard by an opponent and prepared himself for the worst, creating another crimson rift next to his right hand as it hung idly by his side. This way he would be able to quickly respond to anything she might try. But even he did not expect to see a mirror formed in the air above them, a mirror of such durability that it could completely stop his attack of destruction. But he had little time to worry about that as the raven-like woman had manifested behind him and yanked his head back using his unnaturally long golden hair.* "Hmm?"

*Out of all the things that she could have done, grabbing him by his hair was probably one of the most unexpected ones. In an actual fight it would serve little purpose and from Johan's point of view it was an absolutely worthless move. As he felt his head being tugged back by the woman pulling his hair, Johan would figure out something else he could do as if by instinct. For the strands of hair she held started to transform in a sheen of golden light into skeletons of undeath wearing the same golden color. These miniature undead would begin to crawl, bite and stab their way up through her arm from the hand she used to hold him with, and from the looks of it killing them would do little as there was a constant supply of new ones being generated.*

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*But, in focusing his effort into attacking the one who had grabbed his hair the blonde man had forgone paying attention to the explosion above him and by result only noticed the hundreds of shards being sent towards him at the very last moment. Quickly using the rift next to his right hand to cover his head, Johan would inadvertently leave the rest of his body open to the bombardment of projectiles as he was hit in multiple locations all over his body. Although the wounds weren't that deep, not deep enough to hinder him in any meaningful way, they still drew blood that now stained his white and gray uniform and slowly dropped unto the branch below them.*

*Upon feeling the pain of being stabbed like this, something that had only been a long distant and nearly forgotten memory up until now the man's face would twist into a grimace of pure happiness.* "Ahh, I had almost forgotten. So this is how it feels. To think I would be able to experience it again, I am truly blessed." *With those words, he would walk away from the woman, his hair being severed by the force of his stride and leaving her with a few more miniature skeletons to deal with. Walking away from her until they were about five meters away from each other he would turn around to face her again.* "Now THIS is what I live for!"
Charles
The Goddess licked her lips as his hair severed from his head and the tiny little minions of undeath began to pierce her palid flesh and wretched form, each time they did so the black blood that dripped from her wrists and arm would lance outwards from her body to defend against the skeletal invasion. Her dark ichor would brush off or destroy any of the undead though they did do some amount of damage to her limb. She rolled her shoulder back and released his hair, preventing any from spawning on her arm any further. Her gaze turned to the God who had just been hit by the shards of black glass. She let out a resounding cackle and spoke. 

"Oh how fun! You let me hold you in place juuuust long enough to distract you from my actual attack... GET BETTER!" She'd scream with a random, manic fury before she smiled again and pointed to him. "Something you should know about Gods like you and I... We're always in control of our bodies..." She gave a chuckle yet again as she focused on the black shards of glass that had entered into him. He was right, they were not deep... Yet. The glass was formed from her blood, from her being and thus... Under her control. With a few jerky motions of her fingers, twiddling and twaddling, the black shards of glass inside of his body as shallow as they were... Would begin to grow, sharpen and shape themselves differently. They were digging themselves into him, deeper and deeper. Hoping to pierce all the way through to rip a few holes in him. 

"And another thing... Always ask why... Why did I pull your hair? Because I knew you'd be baffled enough to be distracted. Now... Let's play shall we?" With another jerk of her wrist to her right side, the shards would move to her right, his left. Another to her left side, and they would move on his right. The point here was to cause damage and a feeling of pain. She fed off of it, not the pain but the conflict. As Goddess of Discord and Strife, conflict fed her and made her rejoice.
April
*He would look upon the woman as she spoke.* "Always in control of our bodies, you say?" *While it was true that he had felt something akin to that ever since entering this realm he had never been able to put it into words, much less try it out. With a glance towards the woman a smug look would appear on his face. As he could feel the glass attempting to dig deeper into his body an explosion of golden light would emanate from Johan, its only purpose being to destroy the foreign matter attempting to penetrate his body. Looking upon the puddle of blood that he had spawned just a moment ago he raised his left hand a little.*

*With that simple movement, a dozen or so skeletons emerged from the puddle, beings made out of the gods' very blood. They each carried different types of medieval weaponry and their hollow eye sockets were only set on one target. Sinrael. With swift movements the undeads would rush towards the pale woman with raised weapons, it was clear that they would slash down on her the instant they were within melee range. But, that was not all Johan would do for behind him the very air began to tremble and take up a golden glow. While it was not obvious what he was trying to do with each passing moment the golden energy became more and more dense, eventually turning into what could only be described as a physical form of sorts. Although it was still far too early to say what that form was attempting to resemble.*
Charles
As the undead came and sliced and slashed, Sinrael moved through them. Not with dodging and weaving, not with evasive maneuvers but by shifting. Each time their weaponry went through her, that part of her body would shift into her signature black smoke. Like a serpent her smoke and she slithered through the undead and beyond their reach aiming to go directly at Johan. 

His radiance did not destroy the shards of glass, for they too were a part of a gods body. Divine and equal in power to he. All Gods were made equal, t'was true. At least in terms of power and capability... Now, how one used that power was what made each one special. Still, he managed to push the shards of black glass out of him and they fell for a second before they seemed to freeze in mid-air, spinning slowly. 

As Sinrael drew close she blew from her lips as if blowing a dandelion or a kiss, only for harmless black smoke to fly from her throat. The smoke itself, though it would do no physical damage did have an effect. Should it touch his skin, or be breathed in by him, should it be able to taint him even for a second it would spread her domain of fear into his heart and mind. Not to terrify him here, but create an illusion. A dream of sorts, where he stood in a world devoid of war, absent of conflict or bloodshed... A world of peace, life everlasting and unity... A world of golden flowers and clear skies. A nightmare to him, perhaps. So Sinrael assumed. And it would be easy for him to break out of, for he too was a God. He would just need to realize what it is, and HOW to get it out of his mind. 

After blowing and hopefully trapping him for at least a few seconds in his illusory fear, her hand raised to her own waist and the shards that had fallen out of him came together to form a long, sharp black spear which she would grab quickly and aim to pierce through his torso.
April
*Looking how the foe he was facing simply phased through the attacks and slashes of his undead minions, Johan realized that he would need to attack her in some other manner than purely physical to leave actual damage. Looking at the shards of glass spinning in the air before him, it seemed as his radiant light of destruction would be largely ineffective. With each passing second, the intangible form behind him seemed to become more and more concrete until one could see that it was distinctly humanoid in shape. Another skeleton perhaps? But if so, given its immense size it must have been the skeleton of a titan or some similar creature for it was absolutely massive.* 

*As the black smoke began to flow towards him Johan would raise his right arm, waiting for it to surround him completely before dispersing it with a blast of golden light. But when he did so, what greeted him was not the sight that he had seen before, but the sight that greeted him was not the one he had seen before. But of a world filled with vast open fields filled with flowers, peace and unity. It was truly a world that could be called the opposite of war. Yet, when he saw a world like that more so than fear, what Johan felt was confusion. How could a place like this exist? He thought. For all he had ever known was war. But it mattered little how what appeared before his eyes was possible, what mattered was that Johan would tear it all down. He would burn the golden flowers of the fields, he would fill the clear skies with unholy black smoke, he would bring bloodshed to the towns of unity and he would drown the people of this land who had never known conflict in rivers of blood.*

*With that sentiment in mind, with that goal burning in his heart, his willpower would break the illusion that surrounded him. For Johan's one greatest desire was to bring war and conflict to all corners of the world, fitting a god of war. But when he came back to his senses he had already found himself impaled by a spear of darkness. A loud and heartfelt laughter would escape his lips as his red blood dyed the pitch black weapon. Suddenly, he would thrust himself forward, through the spear causing it to emerge through his back as he grabbed Sinrael's face.* "Got you." *He would say, at the same moment. The skeletal giant behind them both had finally taken physical shape and it was large enough to tower above them even while on all fours. Opening its mouth it was clear that destructive energies were gathering within and after another moment the giant shot down a beam of pure destruction from above unto the two gods.*
Charles
She had worked just in time to impale the man and the moment he grabbed her face, she continued to give her manic chuckle. With his words of 'Got you', his fingers pressed onto her and thumb in cheek her mouth seemed to widen as the skin connecting her cheeks and her jaws began to rip as her tongue extended outwards and wrapped around his forearm twice, dripping a black ooze. As her jaw unhinged and seperated, she seemed to grow in size not only of maw but of razor teeth as well. Even the trim of her hood and the edge of her sleeves seemed to create solid black piercing teeth which gave the vision of her entire being, becoming one mouth to devour Johan. His arm would have been easy to devour, for it was now inside her after she unhinged. Then she snapped her massive maw shut... And nothing happened...

As soon as the mouth snapped shut, it poofed into a disersal of black smoke, slithering over his head and around his body, under his legs and to behind him. In this smokey form, she seemed to quickly vanish into a shard of the black glass. Portals into her demiplane - The Phobatorium -, for like all gods they were one with their demiplane... Not their realms. Even the black spear seemed to collapse in on itself before dissapearing with her. She was gone, forfitting the fight in exchange for her departure. They now knew eachother though, and that was enough to form some kind of arrangement in the future.
April
*As the woman began to change and twist before Johan he would quickly realize what was going on, slamming her into the ground in a vain attempt to cancel her transformation. Despite that, she would still be able to succeed and before long the black smoke that made up her existence was all around him. In the next moment it was gone, leaving Johan all alone on top of the branch of Yggdrasil. The skeletal giant of gold who looked down on him from above would quickly disperse the destructive force that it had been building up in its mouth and with that, the very creature itself became transparent and faded from existence.* 

*What an odd woman, well retreating when things aren't going your way is just common sense in battle. With a sly smile Johan would begin to head inwards towards the tree upon which branches he stood. He kinda hoped that he would see that woman again.*