Knight of Iron

The demon, walking, and suddenly all the orange light disappears for a brief moment. It immediately solidifies back into its form on the other side of the wall of flame. "Wᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ," it says, to no one in particular.

The light expands brighter to an about fifteen foot tall dark orange figure.

Orpheus runs faster, panting. The winds pick up outside, and the rain stings their face. An orange light glows on the horizon. "The sun?"

"Well, I'll get in big trouble if I die..."

"Where are we going!?" yelled Orpheus. "I'm really tired!"

The ground not fifty feet away from them is struck by lightning, and a deafening blast of thunder rumbles. The droplets are very heavy now.

I really like the Iron Compounder idea as I am working on developing a headcanon fanfic of mine with one... but Deader? Seriously? And how do they kill themselves so much? Not only can they flip cars, pull planes, but given the right setting, and the storing of all weight, they can fly. Now I'm just waiting for Mistborn Era 3 to introduce political correctness and stuff like "Deader" becomes offensive... lol

Anything, Including Advice?

You are forbidden from eating tomorrow, thus extending the length of the Sunday dramatically. I wish I had the ability to play any song on the piano.

Orpheus yelps. "A dragon!"

Orpheus blinked. "No, I'm sure that they roar."

"Roar?" suggested Orpheus. "And it started smashing everything."

Exodus grimaced. Something wasn't right. Zanidar looked her in the eye. Lightning flashed around him and rain began to pour violently. "...A sᴛᴏʀᴍ," he said simply, "I ᴍᴜsᴛ ɢᴏ." With that, the violet essence forced itself back through Orpheus's body, and Orpheus awoke with a gasp. He looked around, concerned. Had... Zanidar just, left him? What had happened? "Why is it raining?" he asked.

"Nᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɢʟᴀᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘʀᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ," Zanidar says, without missing a beat.

Thunder boomed throughout the sky, and Zanidar turned back to them all. "Pᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. I ғᴇᴀʀ ʙʏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴜɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ... ᴜɴᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ."

Zanidar turned sharply towards Cara and glared suspiciously.

"Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ Xᴇᴜs, ʜᴇ ʟɪᴇs. Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀғᴀʀ."

The demon sighed. "Aʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ..." Zanidar sent out wispy mists of his essence, and they formed into the shape of a globe, made up of red strands, blue strands, and yellow strands. "Iɴ ᴛʜɪs Pʟᴀɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏ-ᴇxɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ sᴇᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴜs. Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs, ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇs ᴏғ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ." To demonstrate, the red, blue, and yellow separated from the globe, becoming separate globes of their own. "Tʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴛᴀsᴛʀᴏᴘʜɪᴄ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-Rᴇᴀʟᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs, ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ. Bᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋ, ᴍɪɴᴅʟᴇss, sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅɪssɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs Pʟᴀɴᴇ." The globe became a teal blue dragon, flying above his audience's heads. "Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ Rᴇᴀʟᴍ, sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ." The dragon shrieked in pain and turned a deep red. "Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ONE ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs Pʟᴀɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏssᴇss ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴜɴsᴛᴀʙʟᴇ." The essence dissipated and became a part of Zanidar again. Zanidar turned his shifting head to the side. "Tʜᴇ Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ Rᴇᴀʟᴍs ɪs ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍɪʟʟᴇɴɴɪᴀ ᴀɢᴏ. Wɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜɪs Pʟᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Tʜɪs ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴏʀᴇᴅ—ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ, ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ɪs ᴛʜᴜs ɴɪɢʜ."

"Tʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴ, ᴏғ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ᴏғғ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴛᴇᴀᴅ. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ! Hᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ! Yᴇᴛ... ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ғɪʀᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ. Tʜɪs ǫᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ ɪs ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ, ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Eᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs... ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ."

@Tesh @Tani Orpheus falls to the ground, unconscious, and a twisting violet mass poured out from his mouth, his nose, eyes, ears, and even the pores of his skin. A tall, shifting, shadow figure formed from the dark violet misty energy, and stood before them all. A face formed and looked down at the Shadow. "Yᴏᴜ, Tᴀʟɴɪᴄ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ǫᴜᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ NOT ʟᴇᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ I ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏ."

I nominate myself as Knight of the Thread.