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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 1:11:42 GMT -5
Amatricina had gone off the grid so to speak for this endeavor. She found herself on a strange, alien world beyond the reach of either the Kabochan Confederacy or the Kingdom of Earth. She had arrived her as she did any mortal world now that she had come to fully master her powers in the absence of Dark Energy. The demon had simply tensed out with her telepathy to the location, locking onto a sufficient power level, and cleaved a Dimensional Rift through the barrier between realms to arrive there. The locals had been terrified to see a demonic portal emerge amidst their city, but the city block itself was no longer standing. Amatricina had leveled it with the flick of a wrist for immediately being fired upon by paltry beam weapons upon arrival. The demon had a mission here, a personal objective that lied beyond her duties to the Crusher Corps or her pact with Emperor Carambolis. Something she had been thinking long hours about since her meeting with the Mark I, Super Saiyans. The demoness had pieced together much of the last few hundred years of history since her arrival in the mortal realm months ago. She had learned a great many beings, her kind included, could transform into ascended states. Moreover, she had deduced that the only noteworthy mortal in the time of the last Demon King, Dabura, had been likely been killed by a Super Saiyan. Lord Frieza they had called him, the Galactic Emperor himself. Dabura and the Demon Lords such as her father feared not this Frieza, believing Dabura superior in strength. However, the mortal emperor seemed to disappear without a trace, and years later Dabura himself vanished after traveling to the mortal realm with that damnable wizard Babidi. Neither had ever returned, and Amatricina had decided whatever Super Saiyan killed Lord Frieza, must also have been powerful enough to later slay Demon King Dabura. That thought troubled the demon greatly, she had knelt before Dabura's throne. At her father's side when their clan dipped their banners low and swore allegiance to the throne of the Demon King, as did so many others. His power had seemed unfathomable, beyond them so utterly. For him to be slain, by a mere mortal? Amatricina wished to know more of these Super Saiyans, to test her might against them. But she did not wish to seek out those who served the Saiyan Dominion. Officially Amatricina was a high ranking commander in the crusher Corps, unofficially she was still a Demon Lord. She held no desire of drawing the Saiyans upon her, especially when she sought to continue collecting the Dragonballs in secrecy, hoping to learn the secrets of their power. No, but Amatricina had another way. The Mark I had shown her recorded footage of a great battle waged between himself and a Super Saiyan. Dain Sincara had been the warrior's name, and though he had seemingly been defeated the Super Saiyan had inflicted terrible damage upon the armored titan. More important, Amatricina had watched him fight, seen his rage. The primal, almost bestial fury. She wished to know more of it, this savage ferocity. It stunk of Wrath, a favored sin of the battle hardened Fire Demon Clan. So in the days prior to Carambolis leaving Kabocha, and taking with him his vast war fleet and flagship to join in the so called Galactic Peace Accords, the demoness had gleamed all she could from the Omnipotence's databanks. The massive Kabochan flagship was a towering vessel, large as a small moon but more importantly containing the entire collective wealths of Kabochan knowledge. It had proved an invaluable asset to Amatricina. She had sat in her stateroom on the flagship, psychically linked with its databanks as she gleamed the information she needed. Her search had meticulously covered this Dain Sincara, most of the information coming out of the Kabochan military archives. It appeared he was a mercenary, of great renown no less. A warrior who knew no cause and no country, serving only the highest bidder. Amatricina could respect a soldier of fortune who knew only coin. She was known, after all, as Amatricina the Avaricious. It was not for her generous disposition, that much was certain. The demoness had made for this misbegotten world, the mortals termed it 'Arcose.' The planet was a debilitated landscape of destroyed megalopolises, and rebuilt cities. Many of the inhabitants wore bio-mechanical suits to shield them from the harsh acid rains. Amatricina did not mind the weather, the acid rain on Monsigneus was far harsh. The acrid smell of pollution less vile than the persistent stench of noxious volcanic fumes. She was on the planet looking for an information broker of sorts. The demon knew little of the technologies of mortals, but she was a quick study. The Omnipotence's databanks had spoken of a linked network of computers that spanned most space faring world of the galaxy. There was a portion of this network known as the 'dark sector', an place that functioned as a virtual black market of sorts. The demoness found the notion rather humorous, but it was her only lead. She'd come to this world seeking a being that was ranked among Kabochan's most wanted for dark sector arms dealing. Amatricina wished to speak with this being, and coerce him into assisting her track down Dain Sincara. The arms dealer had been easy to find, the databanks had given a clear description of the man. Clear as they could anyways. Amatricina had only needed to break the minds of one weakling mortal after another with her dark magics, then pry deep into their thoughts with her telepathy to gleam what secrets they knew. The first few dozen had been worthless, she'd left them as little more than broken shells wracked by injuries of magical nature and minds broken by her reckless mental assault. However, one petty thug had given her a small lead. The demoness had followed up on it, moving up the echelons of the criminal underworld of the planet one interrogation at a time. Finally Amatricina had found her arms dealer, living a life of luxury high in a penthouse suite. His bodyguards had proven reasonable warriors, they matched the elite soldiers of the Crusher Corps in battle. A shame their might was insignificant before that of a Demon Lord. Amatricina had dispatched the goons with her demonic hellfire, burning holes through their chests with her Burning Gaze and then tearing out their hearts to feast on. The sight alone had caused the arms dealer to defecate himself in fear. It made the demon turn up her nose in disgust as she approached the man. The arms dealer was a coward, a cravenous little weakling who hid behind his wealth and clout. It had been a simple task breaking him, one touch of super heated talons raking across his bare skin had sent the man screaming in distress. He had agreed to Amatricina's terms, placing out a request to arrange a deal with this Dain Sincara at his penthouse suite. It included planet coordinates, an address, and a promised sum of zeni that the broker assumed was more than generous. Once finished Amatricina snapped the man's neck and cast him off a balcony. His usefulness had expired the moment he pressed 'send' on his computer monitor. Now the demon could only wait. She had tidied up the arm's dealers penthouse, feasting on the bodies of the slain before discarding them when their bodies tasted of pollution and harsh chemicals. Now Amatricina lounged lazily in the dead man's bedchambers, a room that stunk of dissatisfactory sex and copious amounts of alcohol. It was quite the comfortable bed at least, it reminded her ever so slightly of her grandiose bedchamber deep within her black fortress on Monsigneus. Relaxing for the first time in eons, Amatricina sampled the vintage wines and succulent foods that graced the wealthy criminals refrigerator. Her favorite thing about the mortal realm was their uncanny ability to produce delicious food and drink. She did find it strange though how half the meats in the galaxy, regardless of source or creature, seemed to taste like the chickens of earth. No matter, as the mouth watering chocolate covered confections filled with a strange creamy filling were a delicacy Amatricina planned to thoroughly enjoy until her mercenary Super Saiyan finally arrived. She stretched out on her bed, horns piercing holes through pillows and her claws tearing the soft fabrics as she moved. She cared little, for she was quite comfortable, it was good to be a Demon Lord.
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 10, 2018 8:31:50 GMT -5
A loud snap could be heard as Dain twisted the head of the unsuspecting guard with a quick and violent move. A bit too violently as it seemed as a he had to quickly step back a few feet to prevent being covered in blood, as he had nearly twisted the entire head off. Letting out an annoyed sigh he turned around and made his way to the target. Not only did several drops of blood reach him, but it also just cost him his another bonus. The first he did not mind that much, it was more a professional pride to make it through a job without getting dirty. The second issue bothered him a lot more. From the get go this mission had been a disaster. The mission had been so simple, all he had to do was catch some kind of ambassador on the route to a peace treaty and deliver him to some rogue faction. In all fairness it was pretty easy, so much in fact that Dain had half a mind at first to reject it. When the bounty was double however and several bonuses were added, he quickly had taken the job.
What should have been an hours work, had turned into one big nuisance. He had boarded the ship and disabled the guards in moments, when suddenly the ship was attacked by other bounty hunters. Apparently the job had been either double booked or he had been double crossed. In either case he was going to have a long talk with his contractor and explain, in extended and explicit detail, why he should never pull such a stunt on him again. However in the time it took him to destroy his competition, somehow his target had managed to escape and he had chased the man through three solar systems, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Not only had it cost him his the quick completion bonus, minimal collateral damage, but now it also cost him his no kill bonus. “Stupid mixed race security teams…” he muttered beneath his breath as he made his way to the ambassador. He wondered how he had been supposed to now a mere human was part of the security forces in this stronghold.
With the no kill bonus gone though, he amped it up a bit, no longer being restrained to simply incapacitate. Clearly annoyed his golden aura flared up and he made a beeline straight for the deepest part, simply obliterating anyone in his path. There were some decent fighters among them and the final guard, the commander, even survived a good five seconds before he found the black sword snugly dug into his chest. At least the last encounter levied his mood somewhat and it prevented Dain from breaking the last bonus on his contract. A few hours later he had delivered the ambassador alive and … well… let´s say relatively well…
After he had confirmed his bounty had paid into his account the Saiya-Jin placed his fingers on his forehead and appeared on his own ship a few moments later. A quick shower later he was back into his comfortable brown robe and made his way into the center of his ship. Albeit it originally being a Targonion Dark Breath class war cruiser, Dain had made substantial modification and the heart of his ship was now his throne room. The east wall was a full blown kitchen, complete with staff and numerous food replicators. On the west there were hundreds of meters filled with all kinds of delicacies from all across the universe. Ranging from the white flower cigarettes of Benoi, to the opioid mushroom from Xerous. The North wall was simply filled liquor, so many it would probably even take Dain several decades to try them all and even longer to finish them all. Ironically amongst all the pleasures in the universe, his favorite liquid remained Whisky, a liquid from the place he grew up in. The South wall contained his personal library.
None of that interested him at the moment though. He was still feeling rather moody and he just wanted to meet the contractor. As he sat down he extended his senses and grabbed several items from the room at the same time with his mind. In a matter of seconds a bottle of 45 year old scotch, a black cigarette and his hand tablet soared towards him. Without paying much attention to it he simply plopped the cigarette in his mouth, lit it with the tip of his finger and caught the bottle with his free right hand.
Dain was just about to look up the contract he just finished, when he got a message on the tablet that he was asked to take another job. As soon as the Saiya-Jin saw his name he raised an eyebrow. It was well known that Dain and the arms dealer called Arkasoft were not on good footing and Dain knew all too well that was still a gross understatement. Dain had been hired several times to steal or destroy something from the man and in return Arkasoft had been hunting him for quite a while. To suddenly give away his location and offer this kind of sum… it was odd to say the least. Still the bounty was too juicy to ignore, nor would it look good upon him if he refused something so lucrative. The thought about a trap quickly crossed his mind, but he was pretty certain that he would be able to handle whatever came his way.
The cigarette was still bungling from his mouth and the bottle in his right hand as he placed his fingers on his forehead and vanished from his ship. A moment later he appeared close to the location he was supposed to go -he was not yet overconfident enough to materialize blindly into unknown enemy territory- and began orientating himself. It took a few bruises and broken limbs, but eventually he managed to squeeze enough information from the local population to be fairly certain it was indeed Arkasoft´s penthouse. Without wavering he turned towards and began to make his way. When he got there though he was only mildly surprised to find out nobody was there to welcome him. During the time in the city he had heard the rumors and on the edge of his mind there had been this familiar feeling. He could not place it at the time, but as soon as he entered bedroom and saw the demoness, it came back to him. He had faced several demons before and even helped one if he recalled correctly, but they emitted a feeling he could never hang onto. Like a dream, their presence was overwhelming, but once they were gone he could only fleetingly remember them.
A wealth of scents reached his nose and his eyes confirmed the demoness had really done a number on this room. Still he had seen and caused worse, so without batting and eye he pulled a cigarette from the inside of his jacket and casually placed it in the corner of his mouth as he kept looking around. “I guess I am not going to get paid am I?” He said as he finally turned his attention directly to the demoness on the bed, blowing a cloud of smoke into her direction.
The Saiya-Jin had neither hatred nor love for the demon race, although if anything, he had to admit they were rather generous when they had a contract. Perhaps because mortal coin did not have the same value to them as it did to the mortals? A question he had pondered for about a split second, before shrugging his shoulder and graciously taking all the cash. “May I graciously ask why you wanted to lure me here?” He continued a bit intrigued, as he made his way to the chocolate fountain in the corner and dipped his finger in it. It was truly amazing how rich and full of quality the chocolate was, but despite everything he could still not appreciate it. “… I still prefer red meat over this sweet stuff I guess.” He said with a grin as he spat out the remains of the brown substance on the carpet. “So…” He said, letting his voice trail of as he made his way to the bed and let his gaze rest upon her, indicating it was about time she started talking.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 13:24:45 GMT -5
Amatricina raised an eyebrow when the Saiyan arrived, she had sensed his energy the moment he arrived on the planet. She had grown familiar with Saiyans' particular ki from the mercenaries and auxiliaries of the Crusher Corps in serving to Carambolis. It was distinctly different from Earthlings, Kabochans, or whatever race lived on this blasted ruin of a world. The warrior had appeared almost instantly, causing the demon to muse on his arrival. He hadn't traveled by star ship, that much was certain, now had he already been stationed on this world. Did he too possess the ability to tear open Dimensional Rifts? Amatricina thought it a technique only the Demon Realm Races could master, but mortals had surprised her before. She had long since learned to expect nothing from them, no surprise was too great. Or perhaps, this Dain Sincara had another form of instantaneous travel, it would explain how he was so prominent a mercenary. The ability to move effortlessly across the galaxy was an obvious boon to anyone who lived their life by chasing battles. The Demon Lord's own power level was heavily restrained, dampened down to a 10,000 or so. She did not wish to draw the attention of the locals with her full, unbridled demonic might. The more power she unleashed, the more her malevolent aura of demonic ki corrupted the area around her. At full strength it radiated the heat of an active volcano, and potent dark magic. No, this was a comfortable level, it maintained the fact that Amatricina the Avaricious was no pushover, but was more than enough to keep most prying eyes off of her. Amatricina scoffed and gave a wry grin when the Saiyan warrior finally appeared. The look on his face made it quite clear she was not who he had been expecting. Still, the man casually withdrew some kind of tobacco stick from his pocket and began nonchalantly smoking it. Amatricina inhaled sharply, drawing in his petty cloud of smoke into her powerful lungs. It reeked of a horrid collection of chemicals, she could not even imagine why a mortal would willing pollute their body with it. Amatricina responded in the way only a Fire Demon could. When she in turn exhaled, two jets of black smoke poured from her nostrils. It was thick, black, and smelled off sulfur and brimstone. She traced her finger through the smoke until it formed a heart, then blew it back at man's face. Amatricina chuckled when the Saiyan mercenary's first words were on his payment. Truly, avarice was in his heart. She did enjoy that, the Saiyan's very soul was awash in sin. Avarice, Wrath, and Pride easily among the greatest within him. The demoness found this more than agreeable, as she slowly pulled herself to the edge of her slain victim's bed. "Dain Sincara, I presume?" She said simply, feigning a sweet and innocent tone. "You will be paid handsomely, provided you humor me, and answer my questions well." Amatricina crawled forward slowly along the bed as she spoke, it was large enough to fit a dozen scantily clad women. It was likely the original purpose. As she moved it gave the warrior a more than generous view of her rich valley of luscious cleavage. Her considerable endowments hung round and heavy, barely contained by her crimson metallic brassiere. As she moved her taloned gauntlets punctured claw like marks in the silk fabrics. When she reached the foot of the bed Amatricina front flipped forward, landing with elegant grace only feet from the Saiyan. Her bust jiggling immensely within her armored top for a brief moment. The Demon Lord smiled, a sinful smile that betrayed her sinister nature. Fanged canines gleaming and her ruby gaze locked on the Saiyans dark eyes. "This mortal criminal, who's name is beneath me. There are considerable riches stashed away in his abode, I have already found his vault. It is stuffed to capacity with gold, gems, and paper currencies I assume have to you. I will allow you half of the gold and gems as payment, and all of the paper money. For the latter is useless to me, though I do covet the former greatly. Consider it a generous offer, though my terms do apply." The demoness watched as the warrior moved to enjoy the chocolate fountain, and chuckled when he admitted his taste for red meat. It was a hunger she found quite similar to her own. "I find nothing wrong with sweets." Amatricina said innocently, lazily raising a hand and telekinetically lifting an orb of milk chocolate roughly the size of a large gumball from the fountain. The perfect sphere of candy drifted to her waiting mouth, and she happily swallow it up. "However I do agree, there is nothing quite like red meat. Well seared by hellfire, still pink and moist in the center." The demoness' mouth was practically watering, and she ran her forked tongue over her lush lips at the thought. This planet however seemed void of animals to hunt and feast on, and the natives' bodies had a vile taste. Amatricina motioned to the bloodstained patches in the carpet where she had ripped out the bodyguards' hearts. "Sadly, the beings of this world have bodies as polluted as their skies. They taste wretched, so do not waste your time trying to feast on them." Amatricina had no quarrels eating sentient, thinking beings. They were all the same to her, her sin of Gluttony extended to many things the mortals considered off limits. She herself longed to feast on the flesh of a Kai one day, Shinjin flesh was said to be especially sweet by the scholars of the Demon Realm. The only thing her clan considered off limits was the flesh of other pure blooded demons. Even among them, cannibalism was an ancient taboo. Amatricina drew close to the warrior, every step a wanton display of sinful grace. Wide child bearing hips swaying pendulously with every step, massive bust line bobbing lightly within its tight metal confines. Her crimson mane of hair flowing lusciously down her back blown slightly by the breeze the poured through a broken window. And of course, the bells, rings, and jewelry that adorned her four grim black horns chiming and jingling with every step. An ostentatious warning song of Amatricina's arrival, on top of her every other extravagant assault on the senses. As she came to stand besides this Dain Sincara, Amatricina wrapped her arms tenderly around him as she drew into a rather sinfully close embrace. Her more than ample curves pressed against him, her massive metallic brassiere pressed to his own chest. She leaned in close to whisper sweet nothings into his ears. "So..." She repeated his last words, her words like the warm glow of a fireplace on a cold winter's night. "Tell me, Mercenary... tell me everything there is to know about Super Saiyans. You yourself are one, I have seen as much. Do not pretend otherwise, I am in no mood for violence..." A command, a threat, a promise. All three, whispered tenderly through words as sweet as honey. Amatricina's hallmark when bending mortal men to her whims. Pressed this close to Sincara, the demon's malevolent heat wafted from her body. It was like being in a sauna, hot, but not entirely unpleasant.
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 10, 2018 21:02:32 GMT -5
A neutral smile played around the corners of his mouth as he watched the demoness approach. He had to admit she was rather hot and the way she played with his smoke was something he had never seen before. The way she exhaled it as black smoke and then used her fingers to form it into a heart was enough to cause the arms on his hear to stand up. He could smell the sulfur and brimstone feel tickling his nose before it ever hit him. He took great pride in enjoying all the greater things in life and it was by reflex and muscle memory that he automatically ducked slightly and turned his head to let the heart hit him straight on his face. There was an unusual tingling in his face as the black smoke touched, maybe even a hint of pain as it touched his skin, but as a Saiya-Jin that was no cause for any restraint. Quite the opposite in fact. As the smoke past his face there was a devious grin resting on his face, as well as a mysterious twinkle in his eyes.
It was not that he disliked mortal females, but he found them to be fragile. Even most Saiya-Jin girls nowadays could not keep up and he had never figured out how he could enjoy some of the more sturdy races to the fullest. Yet this demon was not only beautiful, she was covered in an aura that screamed danger. He gave her a final, confidant grin, as she showed him her valley of eternal lust, before slightly turning sideways. She gave him that look as if she was a tiger and he was a pretty lamb that was stuck the mud. A shiver ran down his spine and he could not help but quickly lick his lips.
What she said next however did wound him and for a moment the mood was broken as a wave of anger washed over him. His muscles tensed slightly as he curled his fingers halfway into a fist, yet he managed to restrain himself. She was only a demoness and it was unfair of her to understand his motives. In all fairness the offer was truly generous and if he had been anything else but a proud Saiya-Jin he probably would have taken the offer instantly. “I refuse.” He said sweetly as he stared into her ruby gaze and could feel the warmth coming of her body. “I regret to tell you that I am not a thief. I may kill, plunder, destroy and even tend to cause universal chaos, but I´ve never taken a single penny without earning it.” He said with an air of pride as he unclenched his fist and allowed his gaze to sink down for a few seconds. Hot mother off…
It was odd for him that for once he was being played with, as it was usually the other way around, but he adapted quickly. “There is nothing wrong with sweets my dear.” He said as he flicked two of his fingers, causing two more balls of chocolate to be raised from the pool of liquid chocolate. Tantalizingly slow they floated across the room, almost falling to the ground as she made the comment about red meat and caused him to lose concentration for a moment. Just in time he caught them and began moving them towards her again. “Well I don´t know about the hellfire, but otherwise I can only concur with you. Grilled on the outside, but still juicy and bloody on the inside…” He said as he licked his lips and for a moment his nostrils trembled. As for all the delicacies he stocked in his room, he had to admit there was nothing quite like eating the meat from your opponents bones. Sadly the occasion presented itself only ever so rarely that he could truly indulge himself. Although he would never eat another Saiya-Jin, for some reason eating other sentient mortals was frowned upon in the universe. Dain was a soldier however and he had spend so much time on foreign worlds, that it could not have been helped. Sometimes all there was to eat where either his victims or sand and rock. He overcame that inhibition a long time ago and he considered anything he could kill his prey, no different from a bunny or a cow.
At the comment of how badly the inhabitants of this tasted, he decided to remain blissfully silent, as he had no intention to tell the demoness he had already reached that conclusion three years before her.
Dain could hear the beautiful song of her jewelry as she came closer and he could not suppress a smile as waves of danger washed over him. Not only was she a demon, but she carried herself with such an air that he knew instinctively she was dangerous to the bone, yet also enticing. His back muscles tensed as her ample curves were pressed into him, only to be caught off guard by her request about his latest form. “Well you are right, but what exactly do you want to know?” He responded after a moment, as he curved his finger and a ball of chocolate made it´s way towards her mouth. The second followed a while later, as he loosed her embrace enough so he could turn around and stare her straight into the eyes. His chest was firmly pressed against hers and he gently embraced her by swinging his arms around her and pressing her gently towards him until their eyes were mere inches apart from each other. “I mean I can show you my awesome eyes.” Dain said as he began transforming. His eyes changed color just in front of her eyes and his muscles expanded, forcing her a bit further away as his chest forcibly pushed her away. “I can show you what it truly means to be a super Saiya-Jin.” Dain continued with a suave whisper as he pressed them closer together again, while placing an emphasis on the word super. “However I must warn you… not many can handle that.” He continued with a devious grin as he moved closer to her ears, allowing her to feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2018 23:10:44 GMT -5
Amatricina scoffed at the mercenary's nobility, that proud nature Saiyans all seemed to have. He abided by his own code of honor, so be it, she could respect that. The demoness merely shrugged, shaking her head slowly in response to the man before her. "So be it, you follow your code. I respect Pride, in all its forms. If Avarice is not part of that pride, then that simply means more for me." The demon followed up with a sinister grin, her eyes lighting up at the prospect of ever more gold for her clan's royal coffers. The Fire Demon Clan had collected riches and treasures from across a thousand worlds, claimed in tens of thousands of battles that had been waged across millions of years. Every last coin well earned, kept locked away behind vaulted doors of strongest magic bindings. The demoness watched with a wry smile as the supposed Super Saiyan repeated her telekinetic trick, this time two orbs of chocolate appearing from the fountain. So, he was a psychic being as well, and had mastered telekinesis. It seemed nearly every powerful warrior in the universe had mastered that technique. This Dain Sincara shared her sentiments on red meat, it elicited a smile from in response. "Hellfire is an... acquired taste." She eyed the candies as they drifted through the air, watching them nearly hit the floor as the warrior momentarily lost his focus. This one it seemed, was quite susceptible to her feminine wiles. Good, that made him all the more willing of a mortal to enthrall. It had been so long since she had found one susceptible to her charms who served her dark purposes. Pressed against the mercenary, Amatricina could only help but chuckle. "I know I am right, that much is not in question." She said simply, her tone becoming more curt. As the orb of chocolate neared her mouth the demoness couldn't help but open wide and swallow it down greedily. Gluttony was after all, one of the Seven Sins. The second orb soon followed shortly after, and the demon happily lapped that up as well. It was a surprisingly intimate gesture, especially between strangers. She only allowed it because she was in a good mood. A very good mood, especially since there were so few mortals that she actually enjoyed. "I told you mercenary." Amatricina replied after swallowing with a content sigh. "Everything." It was a command so much as it was a simple fact. When the warrior commented on his eyes, the demoness merely rolled hers. "Oh please, there is more to it than that." She replied irritated the mercenary wasn't cutting to the chase. The Saiyans eyes did change color though, from a dark black to a lustrous green. Amatricina was pushed back slightly as the warrior's muscles expanded with new strength and definition. She could feel his power level rising dramatically, just as Carambolis' did upon his own transformation. Good, she thought to herself. Show me that which I wish to see. When he called into question however, Amatricina pushed the mercenary Saiyan away from her. Coming to stand a few feet away from the transforming warrior the demoness' expression quickly changed into a scowl of irritation. "You question my strength? I am far stronger than I let on, Mortal." She said in agitation, crossing her arms beneath her massive bust as the corners of her mouth turned into a pouty frown. "Now, how long does this damned Super Saiyan transformation take? Emperor Carambolis' transformation took mere moments, his strength was overwhelming. I have seen you fight the Mark I on even terms, the metal titan would not allow you this long to transform. His logic is far too simplistic and brutish for that. It does not allow moments of weakness. Now show me the power of a Super Saiyan or I will beat it out of you, Mortal."As Amatricina spoke an ominous black smoke began to drift from under her cloak, radiating off her body. It was her beloved Destron Miasma, a nightmarish fog of ancient and vile gas powered by hatred, infused with the Demon's own baleful energies. It was an oppressive smoke screen that filled the room, drifting into every corner and crevice of the room. The demoness was attempted to bait the full power of the warrior, this Super Saiyan. Only a powerful enough aura could repel the effects of the Destron Miasma in its passive state. When weaponized, and sent outwards in lashing, terrible waves of darkness as it was in battle, there were few who could stand against the dark magic horror that was the nightmarish miasma of death and decay. As she spoke her thread Amatricina's eyes glowed bright with hellish ruby light, the only thing visible to the naked eye through the black haze that how suffocated the penthouse.
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Post by Dain Sincara on Dec 11, 2018 9:19:17 GMT -5
Dain responded with a chuckle at her scoff and the remark that avarice was not part of him. Still he was not going to argue with the demoness and he decided to shrug it off. ”Take it, it is your kill after all. ” He responded carelessly as he gave a small hand motion. For a moment though the thought crossed his mind that if he killed her, he could keep it all. Sadly there had been no such contract and he dismissed it. Besides, he had already done the math in his head. If word got out he did not adhere to the code, he would lose a lot of bounties and that loss would be a lot bigger than what he stood to gain here. In his line of work his reputation was everything.
The smile she portrayed as she made the hellfire remark sent a small jolt through him. If it made her this enthusiastic, he could only imagine how it would taste like and that made his eyes light up. In truth Dain did not care as much for riches as he let on. When he was dead it would have been all inconsequential, not worth a damn thing. No his wealth was simply there so he could afford all the delights in the universe and try them. ”Now you have gotten my attention.” He replied with a grin as he imagined a succulent body roasting above this hellfire thing and giving it a deeper, richer flavor than anything he had ever tried. ”I guess I will definitely have to try that at some point, to… acquire the taste!” He continued as he licked his lips.
He watched her swallow the orbs and he enjoyed the feeling of her close against him, hearing her mouth open and close right next to him as he fed her the two chocolates. It was an old trick, but usually still effective when dealing with lower mortals. Enthralling them with a little bit of `magic´ to seal the deal. He doubted it would be enough to enthrall the demoness though, yet even he was surprised by how quickly she changed her mood.
As she pushed him away he gracefully hopped across a few obstacles, trying to make it look a bit clumsy, only to end up standing on the edge of a chair, supporting himself with only the toes on his left foot. ”Tsk tsk tsk.” Dain said with a devious grin as he crossed his arm, while moving his weight ever so slightly so the chair began to move sideways until three of it´s legs were off the ground. ”Patience my dear, I am only asking because I can show this in two ways and I´d hate to disappoint you.” He continued with a grin as he watched a fog suddenly coming from underneath her cloak. He watched as it began to drift in every corner and crevice of the room, until it had almost reached him.
His eyes darkened for a second as it had almost reached him and a vein popped up on his forehead. ”Are you on purpose trying to anger me with that little party trick?” He asked as he uncrossed his arms and raised his power level slightly to cause an aura to form around him. It almost felt like a direct insult to him and his prowess as a warrior. Perhaps this would scare an amateur, but this was not even funny. A few decades ago he might have panicked and try to blast it away with his own aura, but all he had to do was focus his own aura around him, like a shield. His black aura flared up brightly around him, forming a small but sturdy barrier between him and the mist.
Dain was just about to lash out to her, before he sighted loudly and gave up. This was simply not worth the effort. They could sit here all day, pushing and poking at each other to see how far the other could go. He was pretty certain that the demoness was still holding back the majority of her power -because if not she was by far the weakest demon he had ever faced- and he could go super even at his current level. It was a pointless exercise, especially for one he was not being paid for. ”Fine, I´ll just show you.” He said with a neutral look on his face as he snapped his fingers and he completed the transformation instantly. His hair turned golden, followed by his aura. By not powering up though, he kept it relatively low at seventy five thousand. Not even a fraction of his true power, but enough to clear the room. ”That is it, golden hair, golden aura, beautiful eyes and a bit of a muscle increase. Furthermore I can do it nowadays in an instant.” He said in tone of voice devoid of any feeling or emotion, as he began to walk towards the demoness.
From his mantel he pulled another cigarette as he powered down and lit it, just before he stopped a mere feet in front of her. ”Pretty boring right, miss demon?” He asked as he grabbed a little golden flask from his hip and took a big sip, before putting it back in it´s holster. ”If you want the true show though, follow me. There is a small moon nearby and it would be a shame if the vault got destroyed, would it not?” He responded with a grin as he rolled his shoulders backwards to allow the robe to glide of his back, revealing his battered upper body. ”Your call, but I´ll do my best to impress you.” He said as he walked past her, placed two finger on his forehead, playfully slapped her on the butt with his free hand and vanished the next moment.
A moment later he appeared on the moon, cigarette still in his fingers and he waited. He´d give the demoness an hour before he´d go home. Technically he had shown her the Super Saiya-Jin form, so he had not even broken the contract he never officially agreed to. However if she´d come at least here they´d have space for a proper, Saiya-Jin style, foreplay…
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2018 22:08:20 GMT -5
"Yes." Amatricina said in a malevolent tone that reverberated through the room. A simple response to the mercenary's question, she desired to see more than just this cocky nonchalance. She wished to see anger, wrath, the rage this warrior had displayed against the Mark I. That was what interested her in the Super Saiyan, she cared little for his prowess as a mercenary. The demon of avarice cared only about the bestial being's sin of wrath. She grinned ear to ear through her miasma, fanged teeth gleaming like ivory daggers in a macabre cheshire smile against the darkness. A black aura, evil ki tinged with the sin of a very amoral life. There was nothing pure about the Dain Sincara, he had done much of the work corrupting himself. It would make Amatricina's job all the easier, in time. The demoness watched with baited breath as the mercenary snapped his fingers. In an instant he had achieved that fabled state. But how!? Kamui's transformations took quite some time, as did Carambolis' strange bindings. Her own Darkness Demon form took especially long, it was not a natural ability. Amatricina had to force the transformation upon herself by slicing open Dimensional Rifts and gorging her very being on the Dark Energy that she pulled forth. And yet with the snap of his fingers this mortal could ascend to his empowere state? Amatricina twitched an eyebrow in agitation, she sensed the warrior's power level easily. It was still laughable, it was lower than that damned Carambolis' bodyguard. The Saiyan Duria, and he could not even achieve the Super Saiyan state by his own admission. Amatricina clenched a fist, this was a pale imitation of the real thing. Some biological trick, a false Super Saiyan. She had seen the real thing, watched it with eager cat-like eyes as she peered into the towering Mark I's holograms. She would witness herself one way or another. "Golden everything." The demoness remarked, beginning to withdraw her destron miasma back into her own form. It was drawn in underneath her long cloak, vanishing into her corporeal form. There was no vacuum, no suction, the miasma was part of Amatricina's very being. As much a part of her as her flesh and bones, her horns, even her jewelry and armor. There was little about her physical form that was not birthed into existence by her own demonic ki. Her figure however, was au naturel, one thing a demon could not change was their body's profile. Though they could mask it with glamours and guises, not matter what form she took Amatricina would always be given away by her tell tale voluptuousness. She wouldn't have it any other way. Once the miasma was fully reabsorbed Amatricina let out a content sigh, cracking her neck as she rolled her head. "Fool's gold. There is none of the rage, none of the fury I witnessed. And I detect, none of the strength in you. You present me a mockery of a Super Saiyan, not the transformation I seek." Her tone grew irritated, fists clenching even as transformed warrior began to walk closer to the demoness. Amatricina exhaled sharply when Dain Sincara commented on his state. "Quite." She replied simply, twin jets of flame erupting from her nostrils as she emptied her lungs. The very air of the room heating up as the Fire Demon began to lose her cool. She raised an eyebrow when the Saiyan mentioned a 'true show'. He kept holding back, why!? Was this all just a game to him? It make Amatricina gnash her teeth that he did not take the commands of a Demon Lord with proper respect. She'd feasted on mortal souls for less. The demoness cared little for the warrior's scared body as he removed his robe. Her own form was unbroken and unblemished. Skin as porcelain as the day she was born. Reforged a thousand times after ten thousand battles, wounds and scars magically healed by her clan's shamans and powerful dark magic. Amatricina did not allow scars to sully her figure, her pride and vanity was far too great for that. When Carambolis had shattered one of her twin sets of horns, she had lamented this more than the life threatening injuries she'd sustained in their duel. "I accept your summons." The Demon Lord replied simply, fiery gaze locked the Super Saiyan's green eyes as he walked ever closer. She was about the reply further, when she felt something unfamiliar, and unforgivable. A hand at her rear, masculine fingers slapping against skin tight silken pants sending rippling jiggles undulating through the generous derriere beneath. Amatricina swung out a clenched fist to strike the lecher square in the face, moving at blinding speeds. But she succeeded in only striking empty air. The pressure wave of the motion enough to shatter every window for several floors of the skyscraper including and below the penthouse suite. The demoness roared in fury, the flame at her eyes like an inferno as her aura surged around her. Demonic ki crackling with ebony lightning. The penthouse was obliterated in a moment by the immense pressure her aura sent out, save for the large katchin vault which remained completely intact. Amatricina clenched her teeth, glancing to the sky, eyes darting as she frantically searched outwards. Feeling through space for the Super Saiyan's energy. "There!" She growled to herself, eyes locking onto the moon in question, a blip barely visible against the heavily polluted Arcosian skies. The demon's clawed talons began to glow a searing red, as if heating to molten temperatures. In one swift motion she reached out, slashing down violently and cleaving through the fabric the held together dimensions. A Dimensional Rift appeared, a gash in reality that connected to unconnected points. On the far side of the demonic portal lie the barren surface of the moon. Amatricina reached with a hand, telekinetically grabbing the arms dealer's massive katchin vault. She hurled it through the portal, watching it embed itself deep into the lunar surface. Then in an instant the demoness leapt through, out into the cold depths of space. A crimson gaze turned to greet the Super Saiyan, standing there cocky as ever with that ridiculous mortal trinket in between his lips. The moon had an atmosphere, albeit thin and barely. Like being high in the mountaintops. Good, it meant there was a medium for sound to travel through. Amatricina could physically speak her words rather than just provide her baleful thoughts telepathically across the void. "DAIN SINCARA!" She roared, her aura displaying her full, natural power level. Well in excess of two hundred and fifty thousand as the ground beneath her feet compacted into a crater. "YOU WILL PAY DEARLY FOR DARING TO LAY A HAND ON ME LIKE THAT!" Wrath was the second greatest sin within Amatricina, bested only by Pride itself. Now, both were weaponized into raw demonic fury. Every ounce of it cast upon the Saiyan before her as he fiery gaze remained locked on emerald eyes.
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