Carnival Meta: Aftermath
Venezia had heard of Antarmur'ss victories over Martyr and Defender. The situation was bizarre to the Carnival God but he was inwardly delighted at the chance for Antarmur'ss to redeem himself against the Cursed. What had happened prior was... unfortunate. Yet Venezia himself did not fight the Gods who ran down his Carnival beyond repair. He knew better than to tango with what warped his mind twice. Instead he began to search through the debris and found the Cursed Goddess Martyr laying unconscious. He studied her for a moment, watching the shallow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. "Oh my... not dead, what a shame..." He teased to the Goddess despite her inability to hear him.
Slowly he circled the area and tapped his fingers against the lips of his mask. What to do? She had caused so much destruction to his precious family's home. She had permanently left a mark on him and cost him a friendship he cherished deeply. So much ruin by the hands of the sufferer. He stopped by her head and stared down. "Hehehe..." The jester's laughter filled the air as he leaned down and soon heaved the larger Goddess off. He knew what he would do.
The God dragged the Goddess with rapid speed, nimbly climbing over broken crates, barrels, stands, and whatever else was in his path. His destination? Oh, it was a joyous one! He struggled to hoist the Goddess up over his shoulder for a moment but upon achieving his goal he climbed a small set of stairs and stuffed her in the barrel of an oversized cannon. If his mask showed any other expression than a smile, it would be grinning wider than a cheshire cat. "Ladies and gentlemen~! Boys and girls of all ages! Cursed and followers alike! May I draw your attention to center stage.. I have for you all one glorious show to rock the ages!" He swept his arm outwards as if beckoning all around to stop and see. His voice echoed through the eerily quiet carnival. "Hurry, now, hurry! If it weren't for the Darkness in this world it wouldn't have been possible~ And if you miss it, that's it! This spectacle shall never be seen again!" He paused a moment and watched as a crowd began to gather.
Striking a match he summoned with a flick of his wrist, he set the fuse alight and stepped back a bit from the cannon. Seconds counted down and then... BOOM! The Martyr went flying out of the cannon in a smoky mess, soaring through the air off to a destination unknown to them all. As she disappeared out of view Venezia for added effect raised his hand to his brow, peering out as if to try and still see the dragon. A moment later he turned to the crowd and bowed to them. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen~ It's been a wonderful show. But I'm afraid we're all out of tricks for today. Come back again and you will see new and exciting thrills. I promise you this. Ta ta~" He soon waved his hands and vanished from view. As the God of the Carnival faded, the carnival began to unravel into a mist before disappearing after its caretaker. The carnies that loyally followed Venezia were gone as well. All the remained was the lingering laughter of the maniacal Jester which soon echoed into nothingness.
Do not fear friends and foes! The Carnival is not gone for good. No, not at all. The show must go on. Oh and how it shall~!
Battle Results
The Cursed may have won more victories but their losses were just as grand as the Carnival's. They might have gained land but everything the land had to offer is now gone. As for the Martyr herself? Well... who knows where she has ended up!
The Carnival is in progress of relocating. Venezia has spirited away his followers and allies with the last bit of strength he has. They will make stops to return those to their proper domains before falling into a period of isolation. During this time of isolation the Carnival shall be repaired and Venezia shall rest to regain his energy.