RPS: Eve of reckoning

Mobius; a planet of anthropomorphic animals, which has had numerous trials derived from the dark inhabitants, as well as from those not native to the planet. From enslaving the creatures and turning them into robots, to flat out attempts of destroying the planet, safe to say there wasn't much this world hadn't seen before. Even supernatural creatures were becoming the norm, though it was a recent unveiling. But now, something was going to happen that was going to make life very complicated on the planet...

The planet appeared in an abysmal dark space with some dark red and blue haze here and there, seemingly being looked over by a creature of roughly the same size as the sphere. The creature was virtually as black as the space around it, though its glowing red eyes told of its evil nature. It released a low, ungodly growl as it focused on the miniature planet, which was not the planet itself, but a simple projection encased in a bubble of sorts, zooming in on a peculiar creature. The creature in question was a large black jet-like monster feeding on a dead mountain demon; a Vantesq named Torn.

Torn was in the mountains where the namesake demons resided, naturally in his true form to devour the demon entirely - bones, hide and all. He ate the flesh in large chunks, finishing off the bones once they were defleshed of course, while blood caked his snout. His head lifted then when he felt a strange yet familiar sensation, making him look to the sky with a sharp leer and a low growl. "... What do you want now?"

"... You're on a time limit, Torn..." A demonic voice said in his head, making him scowl in wonder. "... The world is getting boring, and I'm going to 'liven up' the little cretins..."

"Huh, and how are you going to do that?"

The voice chuckled in a sinister tone. "... I can do anything from here... You're lucky I'm feeling generous enough to warn you, before I initiate my fun... I'll give the world one day to prepare, then it's up to them to survive..."

"Then why warn me first?"

"... Because, you are of our blood; a privilege you might say..."

"Hmph, quite a privilege coming from you..."

The voice chuckled again in amusement. "... Indeed... This is not the end of Mobius, yet... Just another form of entertainment at the expense of their suffering..." Torn growled lowly as the voice left him, shaking his head as he went back to eating the rest of his kill. The warning didn't much daunt him, for he didn't really care about the fate of the planet, but there were a few he'd have to warn of this. Stopping his ex-master was out of the question, but some survivors of whatever he was going to do would at least promise an eventual recovery.

Once Torn was done eating, he flew off to the city to his humble home, to warn his family first and foremost, sounding a short growl to get Ladion's attention. Ladion heard the growl and went to a window, looking out at his brother in wonder. "Keep everyone inside, Ladion."

"Uh... Why, what's wrong?"

"Something big is going to happen soon. I need to give a warning to Neon, then I'll brief you all when I come back."

"Um, okay then... Is there anyone I should warn when I know what's going to happen?"

"Hmph, you can if you want, but it's not courtesy of me. I couldn't care less what happens to the weaklings here. I'm only passing the word to Neon because I serve him."

"And everyone else can die. I know your mind, Torn." Ladion waved him off, getting a snort from Torn before he turned and headed for Neon's castle. "Great, so something else big is going to happen again. Wonder what it'll be this time..." Ladion sighed, turning to rally the kids and Red. Thankfully they all were home, thus when Ladion told them something was coming, there was a collection of confusion and mild fear. If it was serious, Ladion would be the one to go out and warn others. Though it couldn't be suspected just what people would do about what was to transpire...