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:Log Entry 38:

(Warning: Highly Classified)

(Space Riders Special Operative Unit)

Octagram

(The Eight Star Demon Lords)

Unit Information:

Octagram is a Unit of powerful magic users who are all leaders of their own planets. They are called “Demon Lords” because each member has committed some sort of sin/crime.

While they follow the same ranking system that normal space riders do. They have their own little internal ranking system. Demon Lords are considered to have the least amount of sin, True Demon Lords have committed the most devastating crimes, all though for some these crimes are justifiable. Great Demon Lords have at least 3 subordinates who can be considered Demon Lords.

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Unit Member: Guy Crimson

Codename: Betelgeuse (The First Star)

Alias: Lord of Darkness

Age: 60,000 years old

Rank: Captain

Species: Demon (Primordial Rouge)

Birth Planet: Planet Hell

Current Home World: Eternal Winter

Power Information:

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Celestial Power: Nodens

Main Ability: Manifestation of Weapons

The ability to manifest weapons out of dark energy, the weapons can be either melee or ranged. While these weapons are powerful they are also unstable and can harm Guy or his allies if not used correctly.

Passive Ability: Abyssal Aura

Abyssal Aura is an ability that instills Terror in enemies. However it does not do physical harm to the targets.

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Misc. Information

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Guy comes from a species that lives on the World of Everlasting Darkness called Demons. These ‘Demons’ are mostly battle hungry mercenaries that will fight for anyone as long as they make a contract. Normally they can’t survive for long outside of their home planet since they are made out of the magic that comes from the planet. On the upside, this means they are impervious to physical attacks, one needs magic or celestial powers to kill them. In exchange, most demons are extremely weak and can be killed by powered space riders easily.

They can only permanently survive outside of their planet when they get a physical body. However, the downside to this is their normally physically invulnerable bodies become vulnerable to physical attacks. But this also makes them stronger than their disembodied counterparts.

These Demons while able to live for a long time, normally only get to live up to 100 years before they are killed by either Space Riders, Cult Members, or other stronger Demons.

Many Demons are known to serve the Prototypes Cult since the deals he makes normally pay well. Guy Crimson is one of the only demons to be a member of the Space Riders.

In Demon culture, it is widely known that demons aren’t named until they proved their power to others. Because of the high standard, most Demons are nameless.

Many demons of the lower class known as “Lesser Demons” are not intelligent and are treated more like animals than people.

Greater Demons are the Average citizens on Planet Hell and have the vastest range of power, they can either be really weak (One Rider could defeat them) to being really strong (More then one rider would be needed).

Arch-Demons are the nobility of Planet Hell and are known for being powerful. Unfortunately though, they are not invincible and most of them were killed by the Cult.

Demon Peers are the highest ranking nobility in Planet Hell, each on is so powerful that it would normally take half a squad to defeat one.

Devil Lords are the Kings and Queens of Planet Hell, the highest ranking and most powerful. It would take a whole squad of normal space riders to deal with one. Famously Captain Dogday Solaris managed to beat a Devil Lord by himself without help, this action got him recognition from General Ludwig. (And got him a promotion and a medal.)

Demon society is a strict Caste system based on the amount of years a Demon has lived and on how powerful they are. The list goes from lowest to highest.

Chevaliers (Late Modern Rank) (0-30 years old)

Baronet (Modern Rank) (30-100 years old)

Baron (Early Modern Rank) (100-400 years old)

Viscount (Medieval Rank) (400-1,000 years olf)

Count (Ancient Rank) (Above 1,000 years old)

Marquis (Late Pre-Historic Rank) (Over 3,000 years old)

Duke (Pre-Historic Rank) (Over 4,000 to 9,000 years old)

Arch-Duke (Early Pre-Historic Rank) (10,000 years old or older)

Kings (Primordial Rank) (50,000 years old or older)

Guy Crimson’s Sin:

When Guy was first born, a village of a planet had contracted him to destroy the village they were at war with.

Guy agreed to destroy the village, but once he was done he destroyed the village that hired him as reparation for his services.

It was this act that got the Demon his name.

“Guy” (pronounced: “Guh-ee”) after the screams of the dying villagers, which he though sounded nice.

“Crimson” after the blood that was spilled in his wake.

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OP notes: It took me forever to figure out how to nerf the demon species from TenSura to fit into this AU. To make them strong, but not too strong to be unbeatable.

I think I did a good job at balancing them out, but I might change some stuff to keep them in line with this AU.

Look at that, it turns out Dogday isn’t just some Bisexual disaster that you can push around in this. One might say that he….

…has that…

..DOG in him!

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- Image of Alina Calavera having sex with me

- Image of an Octagram (Star of Ishtar)

- “Pizza”

- Image of a child loli being raped

- The Restaurante I wanted to go to having been closed - a white car with emergency lights on, standing on the zebra crossing - me eating a 10 cevapcici kebab instead - A black car with emergency lights on - A guy hinting at the “Open” sign of the store - While I was inside: “Nein” (9) - The bus driving past me - Riding the train No. 15 instead - Apparently the same guy as before sitting inside, looking horrified - “restaurant fee” - “penis”

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As he crossed the quadrangle again he saw a herd of mice swarm over a balcony and scamper towards the river. The ground they were running over seemed to be moving, too. When Rincewind looked closer he could see that it was because it was covered with ants.

These weren’t ordinary ants. Centuries of magical leakage into the walls of the University had done strange things to them. Some of them were pulling very small carts, some of them were riding beetles, but all of them were leaving the University as quickly as possible. The grass on the lawn rippled as they passed.

He looked up as an elderly striped mattress was extruded from an upper window and flopped down on to the flagstones below. After a pause, apparently to catch its breath, it rose a little from the ground. Then it started to float purposefully across the lawn and bore down on Rincewind, who managed to jump out of its way just in time. He heard a high-pitched chittering and caught a glimpse of thousands of determined little legs under the bulging fabric before it hurtled onward. Even the bedbugs were on the move, and in case they didn’t find such comfortable quarters elsewhere they were leaving nothing to chance. One of them waved at him and squeaked a greeting.

Rincewind backed away until something touched the back of his legs and froze his spine. It turned out to be a stone seat. He watched it for some time. It didn’t seem in any hurry to run away. He sat down gratefully.

There’s probably a natural explanation, he thought. Or a perfectly normal unnatural one, anyway.

A gritty noise made him look across the lawn.

There was no natural explanation of this. With incredible slowness, easing themselves down parapets and drainpipes in total silence except for the occasional scrape of stone on stone, the gargoyles were leaving the roof.

It’s a shame that Rincewind had never seen poor quality stop-motion photography, because then he would have known exactly how to describe what he was seeing. The creatures didn’t exactly move, but they managed to progress in a series of high speed tableaux, and lurched past him in a spindly procession of beaks, manes, wings, claws and pigeon droppings.

What’s happening?’ he squeaked.

A thing with a goblin’s face, harpy’s body and hen’s legs turned its head in a series of little jerks and spoke in a voice like the peristalsis of mountains (although the deep resonant effect was rather spoiled because, of course, it couldn’t close its mouth).

It said: ‘A Ourcerer is umming! Eee orr ife!’

Rincewind said ‘Pardon?’ But the thing had gone past and was lurching awkwardly across the ancient lawn.[3]

So Rincewind sat and stared blankly at nothing much for fully ten seconds before giving a little scream and running as fast as he could.

He didn’t stop until he’d reached his own room in the Library building. It wasn’t much of a room, being mainly used to store old furniture, but it was home.

Against one shadowy wall was a wardrobe. It wasn’t one of your modern wardrobes, fit only for nervous adulterers to jump into when the husband returned home early, but an ancient oak affair, dark as night, in whose dusty depths coat-hangers lurked and bred; herds of flaking shoes roamed its floor. It was quite possible that it was a secret doorway to fabulous worlds, but no-one had ever tried to find out because of the distressing smell of mothballs.

And on top of the wardrobe, wrapped in scraps of yellowing paper and old dust sheets, was a large brassbound chest. It went by the name of the Luggage. Why it consented to be owned by Rincewind was something only the Luggage knew, and it wasn’t telling, but probably no other item in the entire chronicle of travel accessories had quite such a history of mystery and grievous bodily harm. It had been described as half suitcase, half homicidal maniac. It had many unusual qualities which may or may not become apparent soon, but currently there was only one that set it apart from any other brassbound chest. It was snoring, with a sound like someone very slowly sawing a log.

The Luggage might be magical. It might be terrible. But in its enigmatic soul it was kin to every other piece of luggage throughout the multiverse, and preferred to spend its winters hibernating on top of a wardrobe.

Rincewind hit it with a broom until the sawing stopped, filled his pockets with odds and ends from the banana crate he used as a dressing table, and made for the door. He couldn’t help noticing that his mattress had gone but that didn’t matter because he was pretty clear that he was never going to sleep on a mattress again, ever.

The Luggage landed on the floor with a solid thump. After a few seconds, and with extreme care, it rose up on hundreds of little pink legs. It tilted backwards and forwards a bit, stretching every leg, and then it opened its lid and yawned.

‘Are you coming or not?’

The lid shut with a snap. The Luggage manoeuvred its feet into a complicated shuffle until it was facing the doorway, and headed after its master.

The Library was still in a state of tension, with the occasional clinking[4] of a chain or muffled crackle of a page. Rincewind reached under the desk and grabbed the Librarian who was still hunched under his blanket.

‘Come on, I said!’

‘Oook.’

‘I’ll buy you a drink,’ said Rincewind desperately.

The Librarian unfolded like a four-legged spider. ‘Oook?’

Rincewind half-dragged the ape from his nest and out through the door. He didn’t head for the main gates but for an otherwise undistinguished area of wall where a few loose stones had, for two thousand years, offered students an unobtrusive way in after lights-out. Then he stopped so suddenly that the Librarian cannoned into him and the Luggage ran into both of them.

‘Oook!’

‘Oh, gods,’ he said. ‘Look at that!’

‘Oook?’

There was a shiny black tide flowing out of a grating near the kitchens. Early evening starlight glinted off millions of little black backs.

But it wasn’t the sight of the cockroaches that was so upsetting. It was the fact that they were marching in step, a hundred abreast. Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time.

Rincewind stepped gingerly over the marching column. The Librarian jumped it.

The Luggage, of course, followed them with a noise like someone tapdancing over a bag of crisps.

And so, forcing the Luggage to go all the way around to the gates anyway, because otherwise it’d only batter a hole in the wall, Rincewind quit the University with all the other insects and small frightened rodents and decided that if a few quiet beers wouldn’t allow him to see things in a different light, then a few more probably would. It was certainly worth a try.

That was why he wasn’t present in the Great Hall for dinner. It would turn out to be the most important missed meal of his life.

Further along the University wall there was a faint clink as a grapnel caught the spikes that lined its top. A moment later a slim, black-clad figure dropped lightly into the University grounds and ran soundlessly towards the Great Hall, where it was soon lost in the shadows.

No-one would have noticed it anyway. On the other side of the campus the Sourcerer was walking towards the gates of the University. Where his feet touched the cobbles blue sparks crackled and evaporated the early evening dew.

It was very hot. The big fireplace at the turnwise end of the Great Hall was practically incandescent. Wizards feel the cold easily, so the sheer blast of heat from the roaring logs was melting candles twenty feet away and bubbling the varnish on the long tables. The air over the feast was blue with tobacco smoke, which writhed into curious shapes as it was bent by random drifts of magic. On the centre table the complete carcass of a whole roast pig looked extremely annoyed at the fact that someone had killed it without waiting for it to finish its apple, and the model University made of butter was sinking gently into a pool of grease.

There was a lot of beer about. Here and there red-faced wizards were happily singing ancient drinking songs which involved a lot of knee-slapping and cries of ‘Ho!’ The only possible excuse for this sort of thing is that wizards are celibate, and have to find their amusement where they can.

Another reason for the general conviviality was the fact that no-one was trying to kill anyone else. This is an unusual state of affairs in magical circles.

The higher levels of wizardry are a perilous place. Every wizard is trying to dislodge the wizards above him while stamping on the fingers of those below; to say that wizards are healthily competitive by nature is like saying that piranhas are naturally a little peckish. However, ever since the great Mage Wars left whole areas of the Disc uninhabitable[5], wizards have been forbidden to settle their differences by magical means, because it caused a lot of trouble for the population at large and in any case it was often difficult to tell which of the resultant patches of smoking fat had been the winner. So they traditionally resort to knives, subtle poisons, scorpions in shoes and hilarious booby traps involving razor-sharp pendulums.

On Small Gods’ Eve, however, it was considered extremely bad form to kill a brother wizard, and wizards felt able to let their hair down without fear of being strangled with it.

The Archchancellor’s chair was empty. Wayzygoose was dining alone in his study, as befits a man chosen by the gods after their serious discussion with sensible senior wizards earlier in the day. Despite his eighty years, he was feeling a little bit nervous and hardly touched his second chicken.

In a few minutes he would have to make a speech. Wayzygoose had, in his younger days, sought power in strange places; he’d wrestled with demons in blazing octagrams, stared into dimensions that men were not meant to wot of, and even outfaced the Unseen University grants committee, but nothing in the eight circles of nothingness was quite so bad as a couple of hundred expectant faces staring up at him through the cigar smoke.

The heralds would soon be coming by to collect him. He sighed and pushed his pudding away untasted, crossed the room, stood in front of the big mirror, and fumbled in the pocket of the robe for his notes.

After a while he managed to get them in some sort of order and cleared his throat.

‘My brothers in art,’ he began, ‘I cannot tell you how much I -er, how much … fine traditions of this ancient university … er … as I look around me and see the pictures of Archchancellors gone before …’ He paused, sorted through his notes again, and plunged on rather more certainly. ‘Standing here tonight I am reminded of the story about the three-legged pedlar and the, er, merchant’s daughters. It seems that this merchant …’

There was a knock at the door.

‘Enter,’ Wayzygoose barked, and peered at the notes carefully.

‘This merchant,’ he muttered, ‘this merchant, yes, this merchant had three daughters. I think it was. Yes. It was three. It would appear…’

He looked into the mirror, and turned round.

He started to say, ‘Who are y-’

And found that there are things worse than making speeches, after all.

The small dark figure creeping along the deserted corridors heard the noise, and didn’t take too much notice. Unpleasant noises were not uncommon in areas where magic was commonly practised. The figure was looking for something. It wasn’t sure what it was, only that it would know it when it found, it.

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:Log Entry 39:

(Warning: Highly Classified)

(Space Riders Special Operative Unit)

Octagram

(The Eight Star Demon Lords)

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Unit Member: Milim Nava

Codename: Altair (The Second Star)

Alias: The Destroyer

Age: 2,000 years old

Rank: Second-in Command

Species: Dragonoid

Birth Planet: Planet Central

Current Home World: Planet Dragon

Power Information

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Celestial Power: Satanael

Main Ability: Rampage

This power allows Milim to output more power the angrier she gets. A rather straight forward, yet dangerous power. This makes it hard to control as the abilities influence makes it easy to lose ones self to Wrath.

Passive Ability: Mana Breeder Reactor

This ability allows Milim to freely generate Mana at a rapid rate.

Weapon: Asura

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Milim Nava was former Princess of Planet Central and the Queen of Planet Dragon. She is only daughter of Star King Dragon Veldanava and Lucia Nam-Ul Nasca.

Most of the power that Veldanava had was transferred over to her at birth which made her insanely powerful. Despite being 2,000 years old, Milim still acts like a child.

The Prototype desires to capture Milim in order to use her abilities to further his own plans.

Milim Nava’s Sin:

A few years after the death of her mother and father by the Prototype and his cult. Planet Central had found itself under attack by a army from a planet seeking the resources from Planet Central. Their goal was to take control of Milim, but during the fighting, Milim’s precious pet was killed.

Milim lost herself to her rage and gained the power “Wrath”. Using this new power, she massacred tens of thousands of people both Innocent and Guilty alike.

Eventually Guy and some of the first Space Rider’s stepped in to try to save Milim from her rage. They fought for a day and night on Planet Central. By the time they were done, they had turned the whole planet into a glass floor.

When she regained her sanity, her ability Wrath had evolved into Satanael. Using the immense amount of mana she had gained, she had tried to bring her pet back to life.

While the pet did technically return, it had lost its soul when it died. This turned it into an evil monster with no will that destroys everything in sight. Even though it pained Milim to do, she along with some of the first space riders sealed away her once good friend.

She is incapable of bringing anyone else back to life again.

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:Log Entry 40:

(Warning: Highly Classified)

(Space Riders Special Operative Unit)

Octagram

(The Eight Star Demon Lords)

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Unit Member: Ramiris

Codename: Polaris (The Third Star)

Alias: The Laybrinth

Age: 40,000 years old

Rank: Bosun (Same as field agent)

Species: Fairy (Spirit)

Birth Planet: Unknown

Current Home World: Planet Tempest

Power Information

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Celestial Power: Oxloth

Main Ability: Spatial Area of Effect

The power of Oxloth is mostly based off of support. She can create a bubble around allies or enemies and do stuff like buff or debuff their magical/celestial power, she can even heal while inside this sphere.

The larger the area of effect is, the less control she has over that space. She can even do stuff like teleport people from the ship and back like those things in Star Trek.

Passive Ability: Immortality

Every time Ramiris reaches the end of her lifespan, she will revert back to a child-like state. Bubba equated it to the process immortal jellyfish go through to keep their youth.

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Ramiris is the Queen of Spirits that originates from another dimension. However, when she came into this dimension she lost almost all of her power and gained a pseudo-life span. She was the one who helped Milim calm down after her pet died.

Once Ramiris reaches Adulthood she gains her full power making her one of the strongest, after a hundred years in that state she will revert back to a child-like form and will lose her power once more.

In her adult form she is graceful, elegant and smart. But in her child-like form she is bratty and sobby and also very stupid.

Ramiris is not very strong, she may be good at support. But in a one on one, she is incredibly weak and vulnerable when she is not in her adult form.

Detective Ability:

Ramiris is a great detective, having solved many unsolved murders. However, her way of sleuthing is to put it mildly...unconventional.

When she sleuths, she always follows the wrong trail of clues or makes the wrong assumptions or accusations. Yet despite all her mistakes, she always comes out to the correct answer and finds the real culprit.

Ramiris' Sin:

Ramiris fell from grace to become a demon lord, although how she did is still unknown since she refuses to elaborate.