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Kancolle Abyssal OC done for me by sinlaire .

She is designed from a Smolensk.

Ten years ago, there was an attack against all of Humanity.

Blood Month.

The month where the world was struck simultaneous mighty blows across all nations that could border a sea or ocean.

When the spirits of the damned and abandoned rose from the Abyss with otherworldly natures.

They came in the tens of thousands; monsters of human flesh and black, scorched steel. Modeled in eldritch parodies of long decommissioned or lost ships. Armed like those ships as well.

With no forewarning or ability of any modern technology to detect them, they rose from the waters, the sky became covered with black and red clouds and the night glowed green with horizons of St. Elmo's Fire.

1.5 Billion Humans killed within just the first half. Starvation and war killed another billion in the next two weeks.

Not a single stretch of coastline more than a few miles could be seen without a crater from an unguided bomb or naval shell. Cities were razed and plundered, dockyards scavenged and scuttled, tombs of ships stolen away. Islands were scorched and occupied, its former human occupants butchered or worse. Entire naval superpowers were destroyed within weeks. Continental coastlines were shelled and burned, pushing Humanity back hundreds of miles into the mainlands.

Then, at the end of a month, the fighting died down.

The eldritch beings retreated back to the coastlines, holding only pockets of stiff resistance before several returned to the sea, though along many of the more conquered countries that could pose no military threat, coastal bases were established. Mountains were mined, oil was drilled, and the green fires of unnatural industry belched cloying, black smoke into the sky. Very few countries had any Naval forces left. The Mediterranean Sea became a quarantined zone, though the Enemy seemed occupied with fortifying the entire bordering coast, leaving many to rumor what could be hidden there under permanent black clouds that cast a sickly green haze through the atmosphere.

Many similar zones like these appeared around the world, totaling five. Around these areas were heavily guarded territories that no Naval power in the world could match.

The strongest nations tried to coordinate military strikes but given the unorthodox advantages of the Enemy bases still on land, even modern technology and weaponry were no better if they could not hit the target to take advantage of their greater stand-off range.

The United States and its ally of Japan sought to reclaim the Asian country from the enemy that fortified the island of Iwo Jima. The order was finally made to use nuclear weapons. Triton missiles launched from the U.S.'s Ohio-class submarine fleet. From 88 independent warheads, the island was pacified with heat greater than the core of the sun until even the mountain was gone.

The monsters from the Abyss struck back with a vengeance across dozens of previously secured coasts later on but for now, this was the first victory of Mankind against this horrifying enemy.

The land of Iwo Jima would never be safe for Humans to use for a long time but it eliminated the sword being held at Japan's throat.

It would be within the next year that the first Kanmusu would appear, helping to hold off an Abyssal incursion within the port of the just reclaimed San Francisco. The USS Midway would sink there enemy battleship analogs along with a dozen destroyers. As if by a signal, another kanmusu appeared in the Denmark Strait, then in the Gulf of Mexico, followed by Annapolis, Spain, northern Russia and Japan.

More and more appeared, bolstering both naval power, knowledge and the smothered ember of hope. Yet no matter the forces mustered, none have gained Intel on the circumstance or reason for the five absolute enemy territories. They only know that the Abyssals will go to incredible lengths to maintain those perimeters.

Within these five exclusion zones are enemies to all life, even to the Abyss. The Abyssal High Command have made the containment and neutralization of the enemies its highest priority. Such is the awesome power of these enemies that it takes at least half a dozen Princesses and Demons with their combined fleets to just contain them.

Except for one Princess.

The Mediterranean Massacre Princess earned her title and the fear and respect it demands by single handedly containing the threat in the Mediterranean. AHC has sent other Abyssals of Demon and Princess rank to reinforce her, hoping it would be enough to eliminate one of the five threats, yet always...within weeks, those other Demons and Princesses would perish, their fleets either sunk or adopted into the Massacre Princess' own services.

High Command has since stopped wasting valuable commanders and merely send replacement forces when they are requested.

Within the Mediterranean, Abyssals and Humans would call it a bloodbath, a meat grinder, a shipbreaker yard where Life goes to end. From beyond the range of the Abyssal coastline fortifications facing outwards, Humans can see the flashes of explosions and hear the thundering of naval cannons nonstop everyday and night. Losses for either side are unknowable but if one could get an answer from AHC, a total of 3,120 ships of various classes have perished. Nothing bigger than a light cruiser lasts more than a week.

Begrudgingly enough, the number of casualties have been going down year after year, resulting in more resources to use elsewhere.

Should you be assigned under the Massacre Princess' authority and she deign fit to personally address you, you would come face to face with an Abyssal that's a monster even by their standards yet with a wide array of experiences to net her a spot among the five most dangerous Princesses. Consider it either an ill omen or a blessing that she'd take a personal interest in you.

"Come. Raise your instruments(weapons) alongside my orchestra, and raise your voice with my choir!

Let every cannon fire until their barrels warp.

Let the waves bubble like foam from the number of torpedoes coursing.

Make the water red with blood such that the fish choke.

Illuminate the horizon with the flames of burning oil.

Fill the skies with battle cries against the explosions of artillery.

Metal rends and tears and warps and melts.

Ammunition explodes in chambers and magazines.

Claws grapple to live and kill, to drag their enemies with them into the dark.

Pressure hulls buckle and implode under the force of depth charges.

Radios blare with orders and curses and indescribable rage.

Do you hear it?
The Fighting.
Desperate Struggling.
Survival of the fittest.
The melody of Life.

Can you see it?
The darkening at the edge of your vision.
The clarity of your focused obsession.
The whine of your machinery.
The crescendo of Revelation.

You don't, do you?

Then take my hands.
Match my speed.
Drown your doubts.
Load your fear and hatred into your cannons and pierce the hearts of your foe.

Ethics.
Pride.
Allegiance.
Morality.
...a Soul.

Such things are unnecessary weights upon this stage.

Follow my lead.

Cast away the chains of your past and origins.

Embrace me just as I will embrace you.

Let me show you how to dance the Dance of Death.

...and let it last forevermore."

Theme music: "Kathedral" - The Enigma TNG

MMP is an entity of Abyssal origin, an artificially created Princess and an engine of war. War is her only love, but this can include the fighters of war, both her enemies and those who serve her.

Should you become her enemy, she will kill you out of an alien sense of love with all the brutality of a consummate soldier.

Should you become an ally, one that can dance to her pace, you will be pulled into an embrace that consumes your very soul where only you and her against the world for eternity matters to you.

One can not hope to save her. To gain her love and loyalty, you'll already become separated from the Common Sense of Man and Spirit.

She is the truest embodiment of the Abyss, it's avatar in the physical plane.

Description
Kancolle Abyssal OC done for me by sinlaire .

She is designed from a Smolensk.

Ten years ago, there was an attack against all of Humanity.

Blood Month.

The month where the world was struck simultaneous mighty blows across all nations that could border a sea or ocean.

When the spirits of the damned and abandoned rose from the Abyss with otherworldly natures.

They came in the tens of thousands; monsters of human flesh and black, scorched steel. Modeled in eldritch parodies of long decommissioned or lost ships. Armed like those ships as well.

With no forewarning or ability of any modern technology to detect them, they rose from the waters, the sky became covered with black and red clouds and the night glowed green with horizons of St. Elmo's Fire.

1.5 Billion Humans killed within just the first half. Starvation and war killed another billion in the next two weeks.

Not a single stretch of coastline more than a few miles could be seen without a crater from an unguided bomb or naval shell. Cities were razed and plundered, dockyards scavenged and scuttled, tombs of ships stolen away. Islands were scorched and occupied, its former human occupants butchered or worse. Entire naval superpowers were destroyed within weeks. Continental coastlines were shelled and burned, pushing Humanity back hundreds of miles into the mainlands.

Then, at the end of a month, the fighting died down.

The eldritch beings retreated back to the coastlines, holding only pockets of stiff resistance before several returned to the sea, though along many of the more conquered countries that could pose no military threat, coastal bases were established. Mountains were mined, oil was drilled, and the green fires of unnatural industry belched cloying, black smoke into the sky. Very few countries had any Naval forces left. The Mediterranean Sea became a quarantined zone, though the Enemy seemed occupied with fortifying the entire bordering coast, leaving many to rumor what could be hidden there under permanent black clouds that cast a sickly green haze through the atmosphere.

Many similar zones like these appeared around the world, totaling five. Around these areas were heavily guarded territories that no Naval power in the world could match.

The strongest nations tried to coordinate military strikes but given the unorthodox advantages of the Enemy bases still on land, even modern technology and weaponry were no better if they could not hit the target to take advantage of their greater stand-off range.

The United States and its ally of Japan sought to reclaim the Asian country from the enemy that fortified the island of Iwo Jima. The order was finally made to use nuclear weapons. Triton missiles launched from the U.S.'s Ohio-class submarine fleet. From 88 independent warheads, the island was pacified with heat greater than the core of the sun until even the mountain was gone.

The monsters from the Abyss struck back with a vengeance across dozens of previously secured coasts later on but for now, this was the first victory of Mankind against this horrifying enemy.

The land of Iwo Jima would never be safe for Humans to use for a long time but it eliminated the sword being held at Japan's throat.

It would be within the next year that the first Kanmusu would appear, helping to hold off an Abyssal incursion within the port of the just reclaimed San Francisco. The USS Midway would sink there enemy battleship analogs along with a dozen destroyers. As if by a signal, another kanmusu appeared in the Denmark Strait, then in the Gulf of Mexico, followed by Annapolis, Spain, northern Russia and Japan.

More and more appeared, bolstering both naval power, knowledge and the smothered ember of hope. Yet no matter the forces mustered, none have gained Intel on the circumstance or reason for the five absolute enemy territories. They only know that the Abyssals will go to incredible lengths to maintain those perimeters.

Within these five exclusion zones are enemies to all life, even to the Abyss. The Abyssal High Command have made the containment and neutralization of the enemies its highest priority. Such is the awesome power of these enemies that it takes at least half a dozen Princesses and Demons with their combined fleets to just contain them.

Except for one Princess.

The Mediterranean Massacre Princess earned her title and the fear and respect it demands by single handedly containing the threat in the Mediterranean. AHC has sent other Abyssals of Demon and Princess rank to reinforce her, hoping it would be enough to eliminate one of the five threats, yet always...within weeks, those other Demons and Princesses would perish, their fleets either sunk or adopted into the Massacre Princess' own services.

High Command has since stopped wasting valuable commanders and merely send replacement forces when they are requested.

Within the Mediterranean, Abyssals and Humans would call it a bloodbath, a meat grinder, a shipbreaker yard where Life goes to end. From beyond the range of the Abyssal coastline fortifications facing outwards, Humans can see the flashes of explosions and hear the thundering of naval cannons nonstop everyday and night. Losses for either side are unknowable but if one could get an answer from AHC, a total of 3,120 ships of various classes have perished. Nothing bigger than a light cruiser lasts more than a week.

Begrudgingly enough, the number of casualties have been going down year after year, resulting in more resources to use elsewhere.

Should you be assigned under the Massacre Princess' authority and she deign fit to personally address you, you would come face to face with an Abyssal that's a monster even by their standards yet with a wide array of experiences to net her a spot among the five most dangerous Princesses. Consider it either an ill omen or a blessing that she'd take a personal interest in you.

"Come. Raise your instruments(weapons) alongside my orchestra, and raise your voice with my choir!

Let every cannon fire until their barrels warp.

Let the waves bubble like foam from the number of torpedoes coursing.

Make the water red with blood such that the fish choke.

Illuminate the horizon with the flames of burning oil.

Fill the skies with battle cries against the explosions of artillery.

Metal rends and tears and warps and melts.

Ammunition explodes in chambers and magazines.

Claws grapple to live and kill, to drag their enemies with them into the dark.

Pressure hulls buckle and implode under the force of depth charges.

Radios blare with orders and curses and indescribable rage.

Do you hear it?
The Fighting.
Desperate Struggling.
Survival of the fittest.
The melody of Life.

Can you see it?
The darkening at the edge of your vision.
The clarity of your focused obsession.
The whine of your machinery.
The crescendo of Revelation.

You don't, do you?

Then take my hands.
Match my speed.
Drown your doubts.
Load your fear and hatred into your cannons and pierce the hearts of your foe.

Ethics.
Pride.
Allegiance.
Morality.
...a Soul.

Such things are unnecessary weights upon this stage.

Follow my lead.

Cast away the chains of your past and origins.

Embrace me just as I will embrace you.

Let me show you how to dance the Dance of Death.

...and let it last forevermore."

Theme music: "Kathedral" - The Enigma TNG

MMP is an entity of Abyssal origin, an artificially created Princess and an engine of war. War is her only love, but this can include the fighters of war, both her enemies and those who serve her.

Should you become her enemy, she will kill you out of an alien sense of love with all the brutality of a consummate soldier.

Should you become an ally, one that can dance to her pace, you will be pulled into an embrace that consumes your very soul where only you and her against the world for eternity matters to you.

One can not hope to save her. To gain her love and loyalty, you'll already become separated from the Common Sense of Man and Spirit.

She is the truest embodiment of the Abyss, it's avatar in the physical plane.