GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

Plan B it is then," Drastoic decided. 

Plan B is to talk Ragnarok out of destroying the plane if they can't kill him. They have to switch to it despite the fact that they can kill him. Whichever the reason is for the sudden appearance of a bomb when Ragnarok is near death, it doesn't change the fact that they don't want the plane to be destroyed. 

So they waited for him to regenerate. He didn't disappoint them either. They were afraid he wouldn't be able to recover from having his existence slashed in half. After all, most entities would have blacked out at that point and become meat on the chopping block even if they didn't die. But it seems Danah's observation of Ragnarok's extraordinary regeneration was not baseless. 

But his regeneration still took time. Drastoic found himself complaining after 2 minutes of waiting. 

"How long is this going to take? Do we have to wait and watch him heal like some babysitters?" 

What's worse than the fact that they can't kill Ragnarok is that they have to protect him and make sure that no one kills him. It is all because of the bomb he has strapped to his back. 

Drastoic complained again. "Maybe we should have tried talking first."

He is truly regretting not trying to talk Ragnarok out of destroying the plane first. It is just that most negotiations don't work out so he decided to end the trouble early. Now he has to wait and protect Ragnarok. 

The black wind around him moved faster briefly. Drastoic saw it and muttered, "I know you don't mind waiting but I don't have the focus you do."

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait for long. Divine life energy sped up Ragnarok's recovery. His natural healing and the assistance of divine life energy made him heal from the grievous injury to his existence. 

The two halves of his body grew tentacles that attached to each other. They pulled his body together and he began to heal. The storm of unstable energy became stable as he healed. It receded back into the blue crystal pillars on his back.

The two Vampire Primogenitors watched in awe. "That was quick," Drastoic said. "That's the fastest since Marlinto."

A ghoul appeared beside them. It warped to them from a distance unknown. The black wind flashed and the ghoul was broken up into dust. It was sliced up so many times in such a small amount of time that the different parts of its body were scattered to the wind. That hasn't killed the Ghoul. It will recover and come after them again. But it will take a long while to do that. 

"Pesky ghouls," Drastoic complained.

The Ghouls are just that to him. They are pesky like flies. They can't harm him in any way no matter their number. Nothing can harm him. But they won't give up. They harass him by pilling on him. Unfortunately, they can't even harass him anymore with him and Secula working together. They will be broken apart before they can lay a hand on him. 

The white Ghouls didn't even bother with two of them. They chose to focus on the defenseless Vampires that have chosen to camp out at the planar portal. These Vampires, be they Primogenitors or not, are all defenseless now that they lost their protectors. 

Drastic and Secula couldn't return to protect them now. They have to make sure that Ragnarok heals. So they watched as they became the two last Vampires in the plane. It was not a pleasant feeling at all.

Drastoic said through gritted teeth, "We really should have talked first."

Ragnarok finally put himself back together. His ten tails formed and began to devour the plane again. The apocalyptic whirlpool and typhoon started once again. 

He said smugly to the two primogenitors, "Nothing can stop the fate of the plane. Not even my death will stop it."

Nothing will stop the destruction of the plane. He has been labeled as expendable by Legion so even his death won't stop the destruction of the plane. He doesn't need to be alive for all the energy that he has siphoned from the world to go berserk. 

This energy will also be supplemented by origin energy and soul force from the other clones of Legion directly into his dying existence so that he can go out with a bang. It is because Legion has decided that they either get their way or this plane must be destroyed. 

So he said proudly, "This world will end and I will have fulfilled the prophecy of my name. I am Ragnarok and I shall end this world."

Drastoic stated, "You will die if the plane dies Ragnarok. The demon god will never let this slight go."

"I know that. There's no way the demon god will let me go or all the origin gods of this plane." Then he said with a smile, "But it is okay since I am ready to die anyway."

"Will you change your mind if you can leave the plane? The Supreme of Carnage is willing to grant you safe passage out of the plane."

Ragnarok sneered. "It is a little too late for that. I warned that pompous demon god of what would happen if it didn't let me out of this plane. I told it that it would regret it for not leaving me a path of survival. So here we are." He said as he spread his thick pawed hands to indicate their surroundings. "Let the world burn and let it crack beneath the insatiable devouring power of Ragnarok the bottomless abyss. Bear witness to my works and marvel."

Drastoic was not in the mood to appreciate the art that Ragnarok was creating. He said hurriedly, "The Supreme of Carnage has seen the error of its ways. It has also seen the length you are willing to go for your conviction. What you are doing is beautiful. No one likes Carnage as much as the demon god. But there is such a thing as too much beauty."