[Jacob]

(OOC: Thanx for the feedback.)

Lance: *Translated* "Sire...i have been through over 150 Dimensions and not come up with any clue's whatsoever...what if Arias is dead?"

Lance was speaking up to the sky again, thunder clouds had rolled over the blood redness of sunset and electricity was darting around around them like insects on some sort of corpse. A low rumbling of thunder seemed to reply.

Lance: *Translated* "But Sire...wouldn't it be a waste of your valuable resources if you did this? We should be planning ahead. If he is dead we should be recieving a replacement soon..."

A roar of thunder replied to his statement. Lance snarled and bowed his head. His wings spreading out as he did so. After he had tried to put his point across to his 'Lord' he turned his head and looked around, the clouds seemed to disperse into nothingness as he did so. He couldn't break the barriars of Dimensions anymore for he was weak and needed to recouperate. He lifted his claw up and looked at it, greenish electricity darted around it and then seemed to stop and group together in the palm of his hand, forming a ball of electrodes. He clenced his fist and watched as the molecules seemed to pop and disapear without a trace. This Dimension was a more rougher one. There were hardly any tree's and most of the buildings and constructions were belching out large quantities of smoke and ash. He smiled, he estimated another 5-6 years before this Dimension was wiped out of all life. The fumes would kill tree's, which in turn would kill wildlife. The Buisness' would get desperate...especially the food industry...and they would look for newer products. By the 4th year they would have turned to cannabilism. Lance had seen it many a time...his world existed in the middle of all Dimensions. Giving him the ability to see everything. Mirrors into each world were you could watch the Dimension Dwellers make their mistakes...over and over again. It was so very entertaining...the corruption, the greed that those pathetic specie have. They didn't deserve to live...and, soon they would not. Lance smirked and bent down, scooping up some loose soil. He sifted it through his pointed fingers, watching it fall to the ground...to were it came from.
'Life...'
He thought with a snort.
'So low...primitive...always being "recycled".'
Lance chuckled to himself and then started walking towards one of the Slave villages. As he took his 5th step he dispersed himself into atom sized molecules still heading in the same direction...

(OOC: Sorry its abit crap...im tired and ill. *Cough*)