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"Then prove it, prove that there's still good and you"

The pale as sheet Aisha muttered.

"How?"

I asked.

"Spare UNOE"

As I heard this my face contorted into one ugly mess as the monster inside me started raging upon hearing this.

Spare the UNOE? The ones that caused so much misery to us?! Absolutely not!

The monster raged in my mind but as I looked at my daughter's hope-filled eyes I bit my black lips with my canines to the point they started bleeding with my black blood, as I contacted the Captain of Peacemaker that was already in Earths orbit waiting until all the marines are done catching Morgans cronies.

"Leader, Captain of OOIWS Peacemaker serial number 132!"

"Jump back to Elysium your mission is aborted"

"Yes sir!"

"Happy?"

I asked after turning off my HUD.

Aisha's gaze remained on me for a moment, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. She seemed taken aback by my decision, her emotions clearly conflicting within her.

"I... I didn't expect you to actually do it,"

She admitted, her voice tinged with a mixture of astonishment and gratitude.

"Thank you."

Her words resonated with a sense of wonder, as if she was struggling to process the idea that I had chosen a different path than the one she had expected only to open up her mouth as she wanted to ask something else but decided not to.

"Im 99,9 percent sure that it's one of the ancient human b*ches, that made me live through my second life and third one and also gave me a system, and that b*ch seems to like death and destruction a lot almost as much as the end of the cycle itself"

I answered knowing what Aisha wanted to ask after all I let her see all my memories just like Genesis did who wasn't that surprised at it after all she was aware of the energy beings existence that resided in the fourth dimension.

"Eater of worlds..."

Aisha subconsciously blurted out upon hearing my description, hearing this I furrowed my brows.

"Eater of worlds?"

I asked.

"She's one of the four main gods that my order worships"

"Order? Explain..."

I demanded as my eyes glowed with a murderous glow.

Aisha seemed taken aback by my demanding tone, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of trepidation and urgency. It was clear that my question had struck a nerve, and I could sense her internal struggle to decide how much she should reveal.

"The Order of the four gods"

She hesitantly began, her voice cautious.

"It's a secretive organization that has existed for millions of years made up of psionic power wielders, we are dedicated to the worship of Eater, Whisperer, Instrument, and composer our mission is to protect the galaxy from internal and external threats"

"And what did this order of yours tell you about your mother?"

I asked making Aisha fall silent.

"That shes dead"

Aisha finally said as she looked up at me with tears in her eyes, hearing this my facial muscles twitched because there were two possibilities one that the order that kidnapped her then she was just a child and brainwashed her to become their weapon was saying the truth.

But I found it hard to believe I was more inclined to believe the second possibility that they were lying in order to keep her under control.

...

"She has failed... kill her..."

The meditating Aishas master heard the composer whisper in her ears as she did, she stopped her meditation.

The grandmaster activated her psionic power and started whispering a bunch of gibberish that only she could understand.

...

Just as I thought of how to comfort the stifling Aisha who was already 100 years old but currently acted as a little girl purple tattoos appeared on her body out of nowhere as they did Aisha cried out in blood-freezing and soul-shattering scream.

"Aisha, what's going on? Can you hear me?"

I roared, my voice laced with concern.

But Aisha seemed beyond comprehension, her body wracked with convulsions as the tattoos seemed to pulse with eerie energy, her body seemed to be rapidly decaying as her nanites worked overtime to repair it but by looks of it, they weren't fast enough.

I reached out to touch her, but as my fingers grazed her skin, I was met with a surge of intense psionic energy that knocked me back.

"GUARDS!"

I roared as black wings materialized from my body while with my hands that crackled with black lighting, I tore space and time in front of me.

"B*ch your courting death!"

I roared at the whispering grandmaster as I extended my head out of the rift while my Death Angels upon storming inside my room Immediately raised the fleets readiness to DEFCON1 as two of them grabbed Aisha and ran straight to medbay.

"Huh?

The dumbfounded grandmaster exclaimed as she stopped her whispering only to see me roar as I made the rift even bigger enough for me and my Death Angels to pass through.

"Did you f*cking think you could kill my daughter with psionic power right under my mouse without me finding your location?"

I asked as my scythe materialized in my hand while marines one after another started stepping through the rift as my Death Angels took out their massive swords from their shadows.

Only for the orders psychics to enter the temple-like space one after another, seeing this I gathered my psionic power and released it in the form of black lighting from my left palm at the b*ch.

As I unleashed my psionic power in the form of black lightning at the grandmaster, the energy crackled through the air, a manifestation of my anger and determination. The sudden attack seemed to catch her off guard, her eyes widening in shock as the dark energy surged toward her.

But the grandmaster was no ordinary psychic. With a swift and fluid movement, she raised her hands, forming a barrier of shimmering energy that intercepted the black lightning. The two energies collided, creating a clash of power that sent shockwaves rippling through the space around us.

The room seemed to tremble with the force of our confrontation, and I could sense the tension in the air as my soldiers and the order's psychics clashed, each side testing their mettle against the other.

It was a chaotic and intense battle, and I knew that the outcome held significant consequences not only for Aisha but also for the greater conflict between our respective factions.

As the clash between our energies continued, I could feel the strait on my own psionic power. Not only I kept expending my energy to keep the rift open, the grandmaster was formidable, and her mastery over her abilities was clear.

But the b*ch tried killing my daughter and that was unforgivable. With a surge of wrath, I channeled even more energy into the black lightning, pushing against her barrier with all my might.

The struggle seemed to stretch on, time itself feeling distorted as our powers clashed.

Around us, the battlefield raged on as my soldiers and the order's psychics fought with everything they had.

One of the marines kept firing his plasma rifle at one of the psychics that had its psionic shield up to the point that its barrel started melting down only for another psychic to try to decapitate him.

The marine immediately squatted down making the psionic sword miss his neck as he unsheathed his combat knife with his left hand and plunged its green plasma-edged blade inside the rock person's stomach.

Without hesitation the marine yanked it upwards making the rock person's guts spill out all over the place, it all happened in a second.

Only for another psychic to cut off his right arm, without hesitation the marine rolled backward, he stood up only to see ten psychics surrounding him.

As he brought his knife up to his chin and assumed a defensive stance, he was ready to die because he was only level two psionic and the ones surrounding him were clearly level 3, based on the energy they were releasing, even though death wasn't final for him as long as his AI chip didn't get destroyed but it still took a toll on one's mind.

I mean look how Drac turned out.

Only for a Death Angel to skewer the f*ckers with black spikes that shout from their shadows.

"Brother can you continue to fight?!"

Death Angel 02 asked through their communication channel.

That's right in Dracula's navy and army there were only males, why? Very simple an 8 feet tall muscular as f*ck male was the right way to go, after all, who wanted to see an 8 feet tall female jacked up as gorilla, no one right.

As for the soldier's physical needs well there was virtual p*rn filled with 3D fantasy women and female synthetics that had demi-human characteristics.

Now you'd say what the f*ck? What did you expect their leader was banging a synthetic himself.

"I can brother! In Death, I Live!"

The marine answered as he roared out their moto while sheeting his combat knife, ran to his plasma rifle picked it up, and started firing at the psychics once again.