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Post by Cam on Dec 12, 2018 16:57:51 GMT -5
He was panting, he could feel an immense burn in his lungs. Fighting on Kabocha had turned fierce, Lord Rime's forces had taken the planet. Somehow paying off the Frieza force hadn't become enough. The constant war with Ikonda meant that over time the Kabochan military had dwindled after the last ten years of war. Many men and women had died and most cities these days were entirely destroyed. The only military left had pulled back to protect the capital, which meant all the villages and tribes outside of Pukinpa were vulnerable. "This is the one?", A voice rang through his mind. The last thing he had remembered was having a hole torn in his chest. He had bled out, his form battered and broken by his own beam. It had hammered him into a building. He had sent his army away and ordered Duria to get Absolut off world. By all accounts he had done alright in terms of damage control. Fridga had melted a hole in his chest though. He looked down at his chest, only it wasn't his chest. He was wearing armor that looked familiar. It was an older model of Saiyan battle armor with squared shoulder pads. Bangles were around his wrists instead of armored gauntlets. His skin was darker, more tan than it had been previously and strapped over a shoulder was what looked like an older version of an Ikondan energy displacer rifle. Before he could examine further, a ball of energy whizzed by his head, reflexes kicked in and the Kabochan dove to one side, the orb exploding, the force shockwave sending him flying into a nearby cliff wall. The impact hurt, but it didn't do any permanent damage. Before he could fall to the ground Cam caught himself on one hands and pushed off towards the direction the blast had come from. With dirt and smoke obscuring him, the Frieza force soldiers hadn't expected him to still be alive. They assumed that a caravan of nomads wouldn't put up much fight. His right hand snapped forward while his left reached down to the handle of his rifle, firing from the hip and swinging the gun in an arc, the result would be a bright blue beam of energy would spit forth from the gun, the long lazer thread acting like a blade and slicing through two of the soldiers that had stumbled upon them. The third Cam had simple destroyed with an energy burst. Landing on the ground he tucked and rolled, managing to stick the landing and coming to a halt on his feet. "DAD!" An adolescent voice shouted. "Ah, he's a dreamer, I see. Mortals really need to lighten up. Are you sure you want this one?" That disembodied voice was new, as was whatever he was experiencing, at least he thought it was new. It did seem familiar though. His head turned to look in the direction of the voice that had shouted and that's when it hit the Emperor. Standing about thirty feet away, was himself or rather, a younger version of himself. He was about thirteen at the time. By his tribe's standards most treated him like a man. He had his own curiass of battle armor, a trophy taken off his first kill: A Frieza force Litt soldier. Cam had shown a lot of promise with his energy attacks and in a display of ferocity, he had punched a Frieza force soldier in the skull so hard that it not only shattered his helmet but caused severe trauma, the bird man's brain damaged so severely that he was dead in seconds from the blow. He had made his tribe proud that day, instead of pride accompanying the memory, only horror accompanied him as Cam realized who's body he was in and where he was. He had been thrust into the body of his father, not ten minutes before he was killed in front of his family and Carambolis' tribe was either culled by the Frieza force. The lucky survivors taken as slaves or conscripts. He knew how it ended but that didn't make seeing it any less painful, especially watching it from this perspective. The younger Carambolis pointed up at a nearby ridge. A throng of men with scouters could be seen, watching what had occurred. "Get ready Cam, we have to fight together," a deeper, raucous voice stated, it had come from him but he hadn't thought to say it. It seemed that he couldn't fully dictate his actions in whatever he was experiencing, merely meant to be a passenger to this horror that had occurred in his life, meant to relive this entirely hopeless moment where he had been striped of all choice and almost all humanity. "Tell everyone to find some cover and if they have a blaster to grab it and get to cover." Cam had remembered their tribe had always been moving across the sands of Kabocha. He could remember the nights of war, the endless shellings from Ikondan war ships, even last night he had heard the rumbling of artillery in the night. The Frieza force had come to stake a claim on their world, much of it had already been conquered, the nomads who lived in the desert though preferred to answer to nobody, so when the Frieza force had come looking for resources and to evaluate their newly conquered territory they had been met with resistance. Jack had been one such member of the resistance. Not a leader to it by an means but a seasoned, reliable soldier in his tribe who had killed handfuls of men at a time and fought in all the skirmishes to defend his people from other tribes as well as Ikondans. When the Frieza force showed up, Jack had been one of the first fighters to come out of his hut and battle. Also one of the first to train his kids in how to fight. Even in this memory child Carambolis held a heavy blaster in one of his hands, the Frieza force equivalent to a hand cannon. He too had shown promise in combat, his father was only just now comfortably using energy bursts in combat but Cam had picked up the use of energy as a child and mastered it by his young teens. It had come in handy in the last conflict. Together, father and son, along with three other warriors of their tribe, had killed a platoon of soldiers threatening to kill them if they didn't surrender any valuables they held. They had fled of course, their tribe had been on the move for a week looking for a safe haven. Just when They thought they had found it, this had to happen. Jack and Cam's tribe consisted of only about thirty Kabochans in total. They had all been survivors from one of the metropolis cities that had been destroyed in an Ikondan fleet attack. They had been lucky enough to get to a shelter as a family. Cam's younger sister Starr and his mother Paya were among them now, most had been simple workers or tradesmen, a few were police if they could still be called that given that the land was well and truly lawless now. They had fled to a cave Jack had known about since he was a child. It was a sacred place a long time ago, part of a network of underwater springs. This was one of the few places on the planet that fresh water could be found. The surrounding dunes and hills should have provided better cover but scouter technology had foiled their ability to hide. The Frieza force was closing in now and they would have to make a stand. So they had sent those who couldn't fight to hide within the cave while those who could had set up their holdout and prepare it for attack. Their was Jack and Carambolis, but the three other warriors were Gordo, Laka, and Kaba. Gordo was a short but rotund man, initially Jack thought he might slow them down but he had kept up with the day to day travels and proven a decent fighter and capable with energy. Laka and Kaba were paternal twins, two sisters who had been police before their city had been nuked. They had joined to protect what survivors they could find, each carrying a police issued rifle and wearing the tactical gear, though after several months of use it was roughshod. "You should've just paid up!" A voice demanded, all of the defenders eyes darted towards an approaching group of soldiers. Two platoons this time and stronger than the last from what Jack could tell, just over thirty of them. From the cluster a xeno stepped forward, he had bright red skin and two small horns protruding from his head, the group as a whole was full of xenos from all over, each equally as bloodthirsty as the last. They had killed a squad of soldiers and for that they were likely to be killed, Jack knew it but that didn't mean he wasn't going to go out fighting. "Gordo, once they get in range law down some supressive fire! Laka, Kaba. In my bag--the satchel by your bags. There's some grenades in there. Once they get within a hundred feet start chucking." Cam's soul watched on through his father's eyes, though he could remember everything from his perspective. His father's tactics had been sound, they just hadn't been good enough. Had they gotten a little more time to prepare or a few more hands with guns or energy blast things might have turned out differently. "Cam, cover me! I'm gonna draw them out!" Jack dashed forward into the hundred feet or so of space in the ridge between himself and the Frieza force soldiers. Gordo splayed both his hands forwards and began firing energy bolts as soldiers moved to meet Jack. He rushed forward then back. By then chaos was ensuing. Gordo's bolts tore through some men like paper, exploding on contact while Cam fired again and again from his hand cannon his father had given him. He watched one man he shot fall, then another before he had to duck low behind the rocky outcropping he had situated himself behind. People were screaming, blaster and energy fire was everywhere. Laka lobbed a grenade forward, her sister throwing in sync. By the time smoke and debris started to clear, at least ten of them stood dead. Jack was still standing. He had killed a handful of them with his small arms fire and energy blasts. Seeing half his forces fall, the Red-skinned xeno growled, "You'll pay for that one. Alright, all in lets kill these bastards! Haaaa!" An elite fire team, sent to finish what previous troops couldn't. Cam opened fire, slaying two more men to cover his father before he was kicked in the jaw. The fastest of this lot rushing the child. Laka and Kaba rushed the Frieza force soldier only to be blown up with a single hand blast. Two more soldiers closed in on Gordo, speeding up at high speed as one jammed his elbow into the heavier set Kabochan's gut, the other landed a kick into his back, breaking the Kabochan's spine. "No!" Jack shouted. It was just him now. Several bolts of ki were loosed towards him but Jack had proven too quick for that, the bolts slamming into each other to explode into a massive smoke screen. Through the smoke energy rays would cut the air. Jack was hidden for the moment, "We have the kid! Come out or he i'll kill him, right now!" Those words hit harder than a gut punch. They had his son. If he kept fighting they would kill his boy. "Alright!" He shouted. "Alright...! I surrender, just don't hurt these people! They have nothing to do with the attack on your men. That was all me and us." Jack proclaimed, trying to take the burden off his people. He didn't know it but those words saved his son's life, as well as the lives of the others he had been trying to protecting. Unfortunately, they had sealed his fate at the same time. The Elite officer moving over to stare Jack down, "So you're the cause of all of this, hrm? Two platoons worth of men dying, all because of one rebellious man," the officer grinned malevolently then, "I like your spirit!" He said before he punched Jack in the gut. Wind forced from his lungs, Jack doubled over in the sand. "Pathetic. I need better soldiers clearly," the officer then channeled a burst of ki point blank. The blast killed Jack in an instant. "DAD! NO! YOU CAN'T DIE! WE NEED YOU!" young Cam shouted, though he was quickly struck again ,"Shut up. You and all these people are property of the Frieza force now." The soldiers breaking into laughter as some dashed into the cave where the rest were hiding. It didn't take long before he could hear screams echoing out from within. This had been a nightmare for Cam, one of a handful of recurring ones that he had experienced when he slept, even in death he couldn't get the respite of rest. King Yemma had signed the document that had condemned Cam's soul to hell. In this case, hell had been simply hopelessness. He was a passenger to all the moment he had experienced hopelessness, reliving these memories from different perspectives and from different people. Sometimes instead of Frieza force soldiers, his adult self would be standing in their place and Cam would be the one to kill his own father. Abuse. Torture. Force killing. The endless cycle of violence that had become his life in the land of the living didn't end here, only now he was the victim and remained as such. Powerless to do anything but watch in sheer horror what he considered to be each and every one of his failures. How long he had been stuck watching these memories was hard to gauge. Days, weeks, months? He had no frame of reference, time and reality seemed to slip away as he was stuck between fractures and fragments of horrible memories and regret being superimposed on his consciousness and soul. "Alright. Lets wake him up."Cam awakened. Sitting upright, he glanced around, his surroundings colorful and foreign. There was no vegetation growing anywhere that he could see, only barren mountains and landscapes. Above a bright, white sun shone down on him, the light glistening off the rocky surfaces everywhere caused a sort of snow-blindness effect, "Well, you weren't too hard to find after all. I'm glad I got here as quick as I did. I bet there's a few faces down here who wouldn't be so friendly if they saw you," The voice was somewhat effeminate but still male, each word being said in a pensive but demure tone. The owner of said voice stepping in front of the Kabochan. Cam stood, covering his eyes with one hand, "Who are you? Where am I?" Getting a better look at the man now, he looked like some kind of Xeno. He was tall, skinny, had bright blue skin and stark white hair styled to stand almost directly upwards. He was clutching a white staff with an orb on it and wore burgundy robes with strange symbols around the collar. "Well that's simple. I'm Whis and you're in hell, but as it happens it's your lucky day."
So I will be making posts here periodically to advance the death quest story. When I meet the requirements (assuming no one else has involved themselves) I will turn the thread in, but if you wish to interact with my character on his journey feel free to. If you have any deceased characters and wish for them to be a part of this thread, just let me know and we can involve them. It is just an adventure so there's no threat of danger for any other characters other than whatever narrative we come to an agreement on. That said, enjoy! WC: 2,697 Doctor Kaijin Vex Lute
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Post by Cam on Dec 19, 2018 15:38:28 GMT -5
Deducing the shape and dimensions of the plane of hell was no easy feat. The swatch of lands the Emperor stood upon was sparse to be certain. What struck him about this place was the randomness to it all. Floating oddly colored stones in the sky. Urchin-like mountains that appeared to be made out of steel. Rivers of red liquid that flowed over the land. Lidding his eyes Cam began to concentrate, when he opened them next they had gone to a lavender color, using his uncanny powers of detection to see more. He was not prepared. The air to this place was filled to the brim with souls--or what Cam suspected were souls. Looking upwards he could see a vortex of sorts, a darkened, twisting cloud of malevolence that threatened to chew up each and every one of these souls and spit them out, only to be chewed up again. Such was the fate of an unrepentant and merciless warrior. What struck him though was how many souls their were. Some held their corporeal forms, though some had been here so long they were mere glints of light. Either their mortal form was forgotten or the souls had lost all will to hold onto such a form, becoming mere specks of light. From where he stood, watching the processes of hell was akin to watching a meteor shower in slow motion, glints of light falling slowly, some flashing brightly before burning up altogether. "Lucky?" He asked towards Whis. "You just told me I died and woke up in the worst place possible. How is that lucky, exactly?" The Angel shot Cam a look of haute resentment, "Hell is not the worst place you could end up in." He remarked, before pointing lower. Of course referring to the Demon realm, Cam thought. He knows you know."Besides. You're not staying here, not for long anyway. The Grand Priest has marked you," the Angelic being stepped a little closer then, one of his slender hands reaching down to hoist Carambolis right hand up. Emblazoned on the back of it was the mark of Zenos: One arrow pointing at another, "I'm just here to get you a new body. Yemma is getting the last of the paperwork we need to reserve your death. So yes, it is your lucky day. Unless you would rather remain in hell?" Whis shot the Kabochan a look that suggested his current arrangements could easily be changed. Taking his hand back, Cam frowned, "I still don't see why this is happening. I mean I get why I went to hell, I've killed a lot of people--" Whis let go of his staff the divine weapon floating in place as he gave a more malevolent stare at the Kabochan now. "Three billion-seven hundred and forty three million-six hundred and eighty three thousand-nine hundred and six." Whis stated the number evenly, though his gaze carried a weight of judgement on it. He leaned back, "That is how many others you have killed Carambolis. I don't think I have to tell you where most of that happened."He didn't of course, Cam knew what the angel was referring to. He didn't dispute he belonged to get sorted into hell in the end, there was simply too much blood on his hands as it stood. Though somehow he had gained a second chance. It was then he found himself standing in the shadow of a much larger being, looming over him. Whirring around prepared to fight some sort of despicable otherworldly creature. Carambolis was relieved when it appeared to have a humanoid form and even appeared to be well dressed, if not perhaps a bit dated. A giant red man with horns stood before him wearing a two piece suit and with a beard. He didn't look particularly pleased to be here, "Whis, here are your release forms," he spoke loudly, the tone in his voice indignant. This was very peculiar and entirely out of order. He hadn't seen this many people crossing back from death and life in over five hundred years. He stomped over to Whis, handing a set of documents over to the angel, "Took you long enough," Whis murmured dejectedly. "Well maybe if you angels weren't so keen on breaking the rules it wouldn't take so long," Yemma suggested, gaining himself a dagger stare from the angel. He manifested a pen and began flipping through the forms, filling in what needed filling, Yemma and Whis bickering back and forth. Meanwhile, the Emperor decided to stretch his legs. For having just died he was handling it better than he expected, though unlike most dead folk he knew he was on his way back to the realm of the living. Sucks to suck. Leaping upwards his form rocketed off the landmass that hung in limbo, he was looking for some people. People he knew would be in hell. It took time, every being, living or dead, had an energy signature, being among the dead simply meant he could sense other dead now. The stream of souls around the landmass was vast and constant. He had to act quickly or those souls would be washed... Elsewhere. While Yemma and Whis remained bickering, Carambolis set about making a... Well a talk of sorts. Though this talk would not be about peace. Reaching out to grab at the ephemeral lights in the stream of souls, he found Kamui. Polaris. Taro. Each had been in their respective afterlife. For those in hell, it was struggling to maintain focus and form, when that form couldn't be maintained, one simply lapsed into their hell. Though if one were not in hell, that made things rather different didn't it? "What are you doing?!"It hurt to reach into the soulstream. It tore at his corporeal self, addled his mind and made focusing hard, that was the truth to hell: hell was an illusion. Self-imposed, when one's mind could be subjected to anything in this dimension, hell could well and truly be anything. He had been stuck in this stream and in his personal hell until Whis pulled him out, now he was doing the same. Their souls freed they would be able to return to a corporeal form much as Cam was in the afterlife. Whis fumed at Carambolis, before he regained his composure, pink lips pursing into the kind of patronizing smile a parent might give to a child. "What, you think you can bring them with you?" Whis asked rhetorically. Carambolis didn't appear to be listening to the angel though, both his eyes shut, he was locked in deep concentration. He was doing something that the Angels and those who upheld the order of life and death hadn't anticipated likely. He was communicating downwards, towards the demon realm.His energy and mind was easier to project, sealed or not the demon realm was much closer to hell than the living realm, searching for a slippery fire demon. Sending out word: A summons, Emperor Carambolis was in hell and wished to speak with Amatricina. Whis fumed once more, quite annoyed that he had been ignored, "A custodian of Zenos is speaking with you, you would do well to listen. They're going back in.""Of course. But I wish to speak with them, only for a moment Whis. After that I will make this as smoothly as possible. An angel might want to be privy to what I have to say. It could very well save some of the gods lives. Maybe even Zenos." He shrugged once, "Just a chat. Five minutes?" Whis narrowed his gaze at the Emperor, "Two."
"I need one more thing. Can you send a message for someone else to come meet us?" The Emperor asked, uncertain he could reach him on his own. "Who's that then?""Xell, the Guardian of Earth. I think he's still alive."
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Post by Legume on Dec 19, 2018 16:50:49 GMT -5
The Emperor of the Galaxy
The idea of the afterlife being a place of eternal contemplation is a concept which transcends species and cultural barriers. Indeed, the idea that we all become philosophers in Heaven, or Hell, depending on your personal take on philosophy, is a fairly strong one, and for those who have never had the chance to step foot in the Other World, it's a pretty obvious one too - after all, if you're going to be stuck up there for an eternity, with an entire life of baggage, then you're pretty much bound to spend most of your time sitting and reminiscing about all which happened back then, right?
Presumably, to not forget about what you're supposed to get all philosophical about, you should also get the chance to receive visions of your past life. Or get a glimpse of the future, see how you have affected the course of the universe, how you will be remembered, and eventually forgotten. And if you were far from the most likeable person in life, then perhaps you'd also get eternal torment of all the people you had slaughtered, all the planets you had destroyed, all with the thinly veiled attempt to try to turn you into a better person. Learn to realize what mistakes you made in your past life. Vow to never repeat the horrors you have inflicted ever again. Not that it will matter, though. Except under extreme circumstances, you are never going to receive the chance to escape from here and put all of those lessons to use. The absolute majority of souls will get cleansed and reincarnated as new people, the few particularly bad ones will get thrown to Hell for an extended period of time for good measure, and all will be well.
Polaris received the chance to take up on the former. Not so much on the latter. He received no visions, glimpses of his life, lectures on what mistakes he made, any mental torture or anything. Simply blank. Nothing. A pitch black, completely empty void with him floating suspended in the middle, with no sense of up, down, left, right, forward or backwards in time.
The Frost Demon figured that putting someone who spent his life doing the impossible and trying to become someone important, someone meaningful, despite his paultry birth, as punishment got suspended in complete nothingness, a completely meaningless and pointless dimension, just as he was for all his life. Whichever sadistic demon made up this punishment, they probably patted themselves on the back.
Bastard.
But a correct bastard.
Polaris had no clue how long he has been suspended here, or even if time as a concept even has any meaning here. But this was one of the conclusions he had already come to. The showdown with Glacio and his pathetic end there already gave hints in that direction... but when you look into his life in general, what can you see? Nothing. Nothing just a man who simply wasn't gifted for the ambition his mind held.
At least the sadistic gods of the Universe were generous enough to grant him a silver tongue, so he could try squeezing through one tough, impossible situation. Then one more. Then one more. Then one more. And then it simply wasn't enough.
It's a cruel world out there, the one which Polaris had left. The only source of authority and justice over there is power. Not necessarily physical power, social capital or political power can also work from time to time - he wouldn't have managed to form the First Galactic Empire otherwise, for sure - but in the end, if you don't have a good ounce of strength, and especially strength you were born with, then you're set to fall to the rabble. Sure, you can claw and scratch and fight in defiance to the laws of the Universe, which is what Polaris tried to do - for thirty eight years, all of them - but as an Earthling religious text from centuries long past states, "from dust you came, and to dust you shall return".
Which is why, surprisingly, despite any chance to ever meet him ever again having long since faded, Polaris held a surprising amount of hope for his son. Absolut. He wasn't a mutant, much like him, but from what the Frost Demon could gather, both of his progeny were naturally talented, and with just a bit of pressure, they could turn out far stronger than him even at a significantly younger age. When Polaris and Absolut met on Abbayor for the last time in either of their lives, he could sense how much his son had improved during the year of being Cam's disciple. It would have been tough for Polaris to even guess that it was him before they met face to face - at a mere fifteen years of age, he is stronger that what his father was as an adult.
Cam, that slick bastard, he actually trained his son really well.
"What are you doing?"
What. The hell. Was that.
A voice?
Was Cam the key thought he had to think about to have his personal afterlife be more than endless, dull emptiness? Probably not... but Polaris perked his head up regardless. Maybe it's a little odd to still be thinking of raising your head up when thinking of communicating with higher deities when you are in the afterlife... but what can he say, the lifetime of being a mortal got him used to a few things.
"What, you think you can bring them with you?"
Excuse me, what.
"Excuse me, what?" Polaris muttered, his voice heard by absolutely no one except himself, but it was a nice try regardless. Something was happening and it didn't seem related to what was happening in Polaris's personal little dimension at all. Was he finally receiving mental torture for all the billions of people he has murdered in his personal quest for power and fame? Thank goodness, anything to break the monotony.
"Just a chat. Five minutes?"
Cam.
Undoubtedly.
Emperor Carambolis, the overlord of the Kabochan Confederacy, and the man who fought alongside Polaris in the last battle of his life. And the man he last thought about before this chain of voices cut him off. Either the most unlikely coincidence in the history of the Universe... or something related in the end regardless.
The hell is happening out there?
"Two."
After this particular disembodied voice, Polaris didn't get the chance to offer commentary in his mind. Instead, the pitch black surrounding him suddenly started to collapse and break apart like glass, revealing a faint sky above him with a white sun. Apparently, he was lying on the ground face first, at leats judging by him being able to feel rubble underneath his back.
"What the..." Polaris muttered, clutching onto his head and lifting his head up from the ground. As his eyes got the chance to meet with things in his vicinity, the Frost Demon quickly realized what had just happened. The colorful, mountainous, but barren landscape all around him brough him memories of a particular and extremely unpleasant experience of descending down to hell to retrieve something which he already forgot about for King Kai and getting into several hijinks on the way... Yep, he was in Hell.
Where he ought to be. He made a promise to himself to beat the hell out of Princess Vijya whenever he makes it here, and by God, he's going to uphold it.
Two figures stood in front of him, whom Polaris soon identified as the two people he heard speak while in his personal dimension. One of them was Cam, while the other was a feminine looking humanoid being with a long staff in his hands. Standing back up on his feet, the Frost Demon muttered:
"You."
If Cam is here... then that means he died. Just like Polaris. And if both of them were lost that day, then... the entire battle was lost. Xell could not be trusted to hold the line all by himself. Which meant... which meant...
"Absolut. What happened to him? Is he... with us?"
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Dec 27, 2018 14:44:24 GMT -5
Around and around, on repeat, for eternity.
Kamui shot across the surface of the moon, his body encased in a malicious blood red aura as he charged towards Mark I. The Android of his nightmares. A malicious beast that had humiliated the Changeling time and time again. Words could not describe the hatred he held for this being. To him, Mark I represented a challenge to Kamui's power drunken delusions: That he was destined to be the strongest in the universe. It was almost funny to think about it. A few months ago, the thought of being the strongest was but a foolish illusion, but in his final moments he believed that it was possible to attain it. That with a bit more work, he could challenge and destroy the Galactic Emperor himself.
Hubris was always his fatal flaw. And it had certainly proven fatal.
Kamui growled as he felt Mark I's fists hurtle towards him. With a roar, the Changeling's body suddenly shifted, as he utilized his signature technique, the Time Skip, moving effortlessly through a fragment in time to a more strategically advantageous position. To Mark I, it would appear as if he had simply vanished, only to reappear in a split second behind him. A malicious orb of energy in hand, Kamui thrust his hand forward to unleash hell upon his foe.
Only to be kicked squarely in the face.
How was this possible?
"Damn it, no!" The Frost Demon roared as he flipped back on the defensive, his arms a blur of movement as he began to intercept and block the Android's movement. However, the Frost Demon crumpled to his knees as several blows rocked his body, pain flaring and enveloping his entire body. His vision blurred even.
How could he...improve....so quickly?
He cannot be....
NO!
He refused to lose here. To die here. Not while Mark I still stood. This was what he was training for....this was the center of his very being. He was the strongest in the universe. He couldn't....he simply couldn't....
With a roar that shook the moon that they were standing on, Kamui stood and charged once more. His body a blur of movement, he was upon Mark I in a moment, a furious barrage of attacks smashing against the big, muscular frame.
"GO TO HELL!" Kamui roared as he placed his hands outwards, his palms were soon ablaze with concentrated orange sun like energy, almost as if the man was conjuring the legendary Supernova technique in both of his palms, but in a more compact, unstable form, fitting in the palm of Kamui's hands. The discharged balls of unstable energy soon rocketed out towards the Android, each with enough power to level a city with ease.
Only for Mark I to smack one of the Supernovas away with a great roar of fury, the compact energy ball exploding in a brilliant flash of orange and yellow in the distance. As for the other Supernova, the giant Android soon countered with a fierce punch that ripped straight through the energy ball, detonating it prematurely. Then, in a blur of movement the giant was upon him once more. Never before, had Kamui fought a being this fast. A being faster than him. Capable of predicting Kamui's attack patterns as he did, and countering them perfectly. How could he do it? How could this goliath improve so much in so short a time?
It wasn't as if Kamui had time to figure it out...
As Mark I closed the gap, green apparitions, in the shapes of ghostly hands began to erupt from the Android's chest cavity, enveloping him, strangling him, keeping him in place. Try as the Frost Demon did to force himself free, the Android was faster. The savage flurry of blows hit him full force, breaking past his Bio Armor after repeated blows, causing blood to spill forth from his abdomen as Mark I shattered the heavily resistant armor that usually protected the Frost Demon from the worst damage.
Why couldn't he move? Why couldn't he do anything to stop him? Whatever these souls, these ghastly hands that erupted from within the Android were, they were....doing something to him. His power level was dropping...he could feel his Ki becoming corrupted, his very soul being corrupted. The demonic seal that kept his soul tethered to his body beginning to unravel due to Mark I's influence. The sheer force of which he was being restrained and tampered with from within, left Kamui helpless. With a shudder, his transformation began to fail him.
Just in time for his body to be forcibly impaled through the abdomen by the drill Mark I had summoned, his hand morphing and changing shape into a fearsome drill.
Kamui's eyes widened and he felt a rush of bile and blood rush to his throat, a moment later being forcibly expelled from his mouth. His demonic energy, and his Ki in general failing him in a matter of moments, being drained from his body into the Android's ghostly apparitions.
He had lost. The pain, the agony, the humiliation....it was all too real.
The last thing his mind could register was Amatricina, the Fire Demon Warlord, his partner, appearing before him, before ripping out his still beating heart. He cursed her existence. He cursed Mark I. And most of all, he cursed himself.
For this was his failure. And he had to live with it, even in death.
Under skies of blood red, he awoke.
Kamui's weary eyes soon forced themselves open as he found himself chained to a cross. His personal hell, in eternal damnation. This was to be his fate. Pride and Wrath were his sins. It was funny, how life worked. He had spent his entire life hating the hierarchy, despising people gone corrupt in their own government systems, becoming warped, a shadow of their previous selves. Reflecting on his life, he had become no different. Kamui, the demon chimera, follower of Amatricina, was nothing like the Frost Demon who spent his time free of galactic intervention from various governments, who had joined Carambolis to observe his leadership.
A seat higher than the masses had changed him. He had become the very person he so despised for so many years. And only when forced to relive the events of his death, the events he despised most, over and over again, did he realize it.
Perhaps that was the worst part of it all. That he had given into his own feeling of superiority, and sold his soul in the process. In his doing so, he had become a slave to Amatricina, and had led himself headlong to his own death.
Already, he could feel his mind slipping, his consciousness being warped to another plane of existence. This was the essence of his punishment. Forced to relive his final battle, the curtain close on his life, over and over again. Once the vision was over, he'd return to this spot. Chained under a blood red sky, in endless limbo, only to be pulled into the void once more. Forced to drown in his shame.
Suddenly, his consciousness returned to him full force, his eyes widening. What was happening? In this realm, he was powerless to stop the pulling of fate. Here, there were other forces at play, the likes of which Kamui could not even attempt to work against. His mind was so muddied with the psychological trauma of it all, along with the negative energies of the realm that he often couldn't think of much beyond his own failure. But now....what was the exception?
"Just a chat. Five minutes." A voice resonated throughout the confines of his spiritual prison. A voice he recognized. Carambolis. Why would he be hearing a voice like that...? Here? What was goi-
Kamui suddenly lurched forward, his bindings suddenly released. Falling to the floor, the cross that he was bound to suddenly dissolved into a black mist. And then, before his own eyes the realm that he had called home ever since his death began to dissolve, breaking apart, releasing him from their bindings. Ethereal hands pulled at his frame, as if trying to take him with them.
And then, it was over. Still on his knees, Kamui slowly looked up to gaze upon the ethereal beings before him.
Carambolis, Galactic Emperor Polaris....and...who the fuck is this weird blue guy?
A Brench of some kind? Maybe, but the features didn't quite fit. No matter. His attention was more captivated by Cam and Polaris. Why were they here? What did this mean? Last he heard, Cam was on his way to Abbayor to meet with other galactic leaders to discuss the fate of the galaxy. What could have possibly occurred to send them both....here? What force was strong enough to destroy both of them? Little did Kamui know, his own battle with Mark I ran concurrently with the battle at the Peace Accords, although he did die earlier than Polaris, Cam and King Gallius did.
Slowly raising to his feet, his eyes remained planted at the ground, and he refused to meet either of their eyes. In death, he had never reached a lower point. The strong leader, the merciless pirate, the demon chimera, all of it had melted away, revealing the deepest, most hidden layer to the Frost Demon teenager's persona. A lost child. A delinquent who found himself on the wrong side of life. Someone who, if they had their lives to live over, might have fixed the core aspects of his life.
A boy who had died too young. "How did you...? Why are you here, my Emperor?" Kamui spoke in a small voice, almost near a mutter.
"I-I'm...I'm sorry, to have disobeyed you. I failed, in the end. I failed...at everything."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2018 22:29:47 GMT -5
The death of most of the mortal galactic hierarchy had come as a shock to Amatricina. Last she had spoken to Carambolis she had arranged a meeting between the Kabochan Emperor and the newly crowned King of Ferusalem, Sir Nickel Gallius. The two had spoke on petty, mortal matters. A peace accord between factions, possible alliances and trades. The Demon Lord had wanted none of it, and excused herself from the meeting to resume her training. Training. That word had encompassed every aspect of Amatricina's life for the past few months. An endless pursuit for strength. Ever testing the limits of her body, mind, and magic in her unending hunger for power. Once upon a time, she had thought the mortal Carambolis nigh invincible, his power so badly eclipsing her own that she couldn't so much as lay a scratch on him. She had survived by his good graces, swearing an oath to serve him dutifully until the terms of their bargain were completed. She had done so, to the best of her ability. Ultimately Carambolis had perished in battle, and just as she had stated, the terms of Amatricina's loyalty to the Kabochan Confederacy had ended as swiftly as they began. Like a thief in the night she had plundered the Dragonballs stored deep in the vaults of the Omnipotence. Mortal science no match for demonic magic. And who remained to stop her? Lord Kamui, slain by the Mark I. Lieutenant Coca, Lady Meiku, the Saiyan Duria or Sergeant Skald? All paled before the Demon of Avarice's newfound might. The earthlings had a saying, a rather apt one at that. It was like 'taking candy from a baby.' Amatricina had recruited the infamous mercenary Super Saiyan known as Dain Sincara, though it required more force than she initially expected. Regardless, she had combined the Saiyan's single Dragonball with the nearly complete set of Carambolis' and her own Dragonballs. With them, the Demon Lord had finally achieved her goals in the mortal realm. She had summoned the Immortal Dragon, Shenron to grant her a wish of untold power. Though Amatricina was ambition, she was patient. Her lifespan was long, and she could afford to summon the deity serpent many times. As a result, her wish had been a simple one: "Immortal Dragon, here my decree. I am Amatricina the Avaricious, Warlord of the Fire Demon Clan. Grant me the power to conquer the Demon Realm so that I may become Demon Queen!" Shenron had heard her words, though he wished he hadn't. Begrudgingly the wish granting dragon had fulfilled the demoness' wish, bestowing upon Amatricina immense new powers. Magics she had never known before, techniques long thought lost to her clan, and power... oh so much power. As the Dragonballs vanished back out into the cosmos, the future Queen of the Demon Realm couldn't help but laugh a sinister laugh from the deck of Sincara's warship. The beginning of the end had only just begun. By chance meeting on Arcose, while hunting down Dain Sincara, Amatricina had met with a strange artificial being. An Android by the name of Doctor Kaijin Vex. A slayer of petty gods, a scholar and a scientist. He was acutely more aware of mortal politics than the demoness, and had shown Amatricina undeniable proof Carambolis and several warriors from his 'list of a dozen that could best him' were slain at the hands of powerful members of Kamui's race. Amatricina did not take the news well, having felt robbed of her chance to best Carambolis in battle and redeem herself for her previous failures. But in spite of his death, death was not the end. Enraged by the loss of the milestone she'd strove to exceed, too many things had been left unsaid. Amatricina returned to Bunbuku Island, to brood and plot. Ultimately she had decided she would visit the mortal soul of her slain Emperor in the Other World, in the depths of Hell. Many of her slain kind resided there... including the ancestors of her own beloved clan. Though Fire Demons were not blessed with the burning fields of upper Hell, their final resting place was the Freezing Tundra of Hell, the only place in existence that could temper their flame. Tearing her way into Hell had been easy, one Dimensional Rift and Amatricina had forced herself through the barrier that kept the dead trapped in the afterlife and living out. Finding Carambolis however, had proven the difficult part. The vast immaterial distances of Hell housed an infinite number of the dead. To find one Emperor among them proved too much work for Amatricina. By the time she located the Emperor, he was in the clutches of an Angel. Among the most loathsome of divinity, it took great restraint to keep from charging the Angel. Though her power level had increased a hundred fold when at full strength, she was still but one demon. Amatricina would need all of her kind to truly slay the gods of the universe. And so for now, her great flame of Wrath was tempered. When the Angel disappeared with Carambolis, Amatricina cursed the name of every Kai she knew under her breath. After some searching telepathically, she found the Emperor's soul. It was not far away, though the damnable Angel was still with him. Forced to think of more clever measures, a sinister smile crossed the demoness' face. A familiar guise, though augmented in strength as the rest of the demoness had been. In a great plume of hellfire, Amatricina transformed into her well worn guise of an Earthling Witch, Amata Tricina. Amata's attire had been upgraded considerably since last time, taking considerations from the mortal witch, Lilith Nevermore. Though Amatricina could never part with her Fire Demon flare, accenting the rather revealing witch's robes with crimson accents, black gloves, and matching high heels. Her long mane of ruby hair now a illustrious pink, half way between her original hue and Lilith's own mauve locks. The attire left little if nothing to the imagination, flaunting the demonic witch's considerable curves. Vanity was the daughter of Pride & Lust, and Amatricina was a very proud demon. With her glamour complete, Amatricina quickly found a throng of lesser imps to enslave. Their minds enthralled by her demonic gaze, shackled to her will and kept compliant and obedient. Lilith employed many familiars summoned from Hell, and though hellborn devils and their ilk were a step below demons, the petty imps would complete the disguise. The demoness used her magical materialization to form a great palanquin in the shape of a massive jack o' lantern, though the candle burning at the center was a fiery vixen, rather than an actual flame. She sat upon a large orange pillow, clutching a crystal ball of volcanic obsidian glass. Mimicking the portal Lilith used to open her own Hellgate, Amatricina conjured the earthly magics of the witch, summoning her own larger and more impressive version. A shame little Lady Nevermore could not be here to silently sulk and hurl petty insults that once again Amatricina proved herself the greater sorceress of the two. Oh well, Amatricina thought, as the Hellgate opened to the Check-In Station beyond. The great portal of fire and brimstone was a much cruder and unrefined means of magical transport than a Dimensional Rift. Rather than a simple gash in the fabric of reality, it was more akin to a tunnel burrowed between two immaterial points. The kind of portal only a mortal could devise. At the witch's command, a snap of her gloved fingers, the Halloween themed palanquin was carried slowly through the portal by the subjugated imps. The commotion on the other end causing quite the spectacle, as King Yemma rushed to keep his paperwork from flying off his desk. A few lesser ogres rushed out of the way, and Amatricina kept her demonic ki suppressed to the minimum she could. Instead, she radiated more mortal energies siphoned from Lilith in their last chance meeting. A ruse even the King of the Ogres would surely fall for. A great smile was plastered across Amatricina's face when she caught the wide eye'd other-worlders staring at her grandiose arrival. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Yemma bellowed in his thunderous voice, slamming a fist down on his desk shaking the entire room. Amatricina let out a sigh, feigning mild irritation. When the Kais were slain and the heavens themselves burned, she intended to keep the Ogre race in her service. Yemma was a tireless bureaucrat, and little more. His administrative skills would serve the Demon Queen in helping to administrate her afterlife, unless he was foolish enough to oppose her rule when the day came. Almost as important, Amatricina thought more highly of any being that had horns on their skulls, as hers did. Ogres, though possessing mostly stubby little horns and not the enormous crowns of black horns Fire Demons did, were still a good step above the Shinjin or Angel. The witch snapped a finger, and with a somewhat wet thud her pumpkin palanquin dropped to the floor of the Check-In Station. "I meant you no disturbance, King Yemma." Amatricina said courteously, stepping out of her carriage one stocking covered leg at a time. Her imps knelt, bowing deeply before her before taking their positions knelt at the side of her transportation. The Hellgate at her back closed with a fiendish howl, and the lesser ogres of the room breathed easy with the malevolent portal sealed. Amatricina let go of her obsidian orb as she stood upright, and it floated around her orbiting the witch like a moon orbits its world. She lowered her head, curtsying before the Ogre King in genuine politeness. Though she was a wolf in the lion's den, Amatricina would play her part to the best of her cunning. The witch smiled, as the towering ogre seemed genuinely taken back by her formality. "I am Amata Tricina, the Fire Witch. Greatest sorceress in this realm... or the next." She paused, turning her gaze to Carambolis and the angel. "And consort of the late Emperor Carambolis. I heard my beloved Emperor was slain at the Galactic Peace Accords, and came to see him one last time before you passed judgement."The silence hung in the air for a few moments as Yemma stroked his bushy black beard. "Well then, Miss Tricina, I suppose that is alright. This one is... above my pay grade through. He is Whis' charge now, not mine. Though I don't see the harm in you speaking with your beloved one last time." Yemma paused, remembering he was technically outranked in this matter. "If that is okay with you Whis, of course?" His gaze turned to the Angel, who was already impatiently tapping his foot. Nonetheless, he turned to the King of Ogres and shrugged his slender shoulders. Yemma breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting the attendant of Lord Beerus the Destroyer to bring any more higher deities into this discussion. It was stressful enough just dealing with the normally rather cheery Whis. With her request granted, Amatricina rushed across the tiled floors of the room with a kind of agility only a woman well seasoned in wearing heels could possess. She threw herself into Carambolis' arms, whether he wanted it or not, wrapping her arms around her shoulders as she drew into an intimately close embrace. Her enormous bust squished between their two torsos like ample cushioning, the witch leaned on one tip toe so the two beings heights were more evenly matched. She leaned in to kiss the Kabochan with a brief but fiery passionate kiss on the lips. Pulling away, her ruby gaze was locked on the mortal's as she brushed a lock of pink hair from her eyes. "My darling, how I've missed you so." She cooed, remaining tightly wrapped against the man in a rather suggestive embrace. Her ruse sold to perfect, Amatricina's thoughts invaded the Emperor's pushing against his mind like the molten flow of lava crashing into the broiling sea. "You damned stupid mortal. What happened out there that you threw your life away so recklessly? We were poised for much grander designs. Did you heed nothing I told you before you left!? Peace is a delusion granted by the strong to the weak... I should have killed you myself, I planned to challenge you to defend your throne against my pride from atop the burning husk of your Tree of Might upon your return. Instead I am forced to wear this guise, and meet under these circumstances." Her telepathic tone harsh, irritated, and frustrated. Like a wife upset her husband had made a tremendous fool of himself at an important dinner party... again. The demoness' psychic words quickly became far more malicious, haughty and boastful as Amatricina usually was. "What became of your new 'Guardian' ally Carambolis? Could his divinity not protect you? Or did he simply abandon you when you needed him most? Either way, I am happy to make my final report as acting Commander of the Crusher Corps. Your armada, and the Omnipotence escaped the peace accords having sustained minimal damage. The Crusher Corps and the Golden Fleece Armada are stationed above the planet Cane, where they regrouped with the remaining loyalists of Kamui's fleet. And your heir apparent, Absolut, was spirited away from battle safely to your flagship by none other than your false Super Saiyan Duria. All in all, the Confederacy lives, even if their Emperor doesn't."Amatricina smiled, a coy grin with sinister meaning as she leaned in for another quick kiss. "But you remember the meeting you called for, the one above Kabocha... Don't you darling? I am beholden to your will alone. The moment your soul departed for this realm, my ties to the Crusher Corps were severed. I have collected my final payment for services rendered. Your Dragonballs made a fine addition to my collection. The Immortal Dragon sends you his regards, and soon I will unite my realm under its rightful Queen." A psychic laugh was the last telepathic thought Amatricina sent through to the Kabochan, severing her mental link as her hand gently stroked once across his chin.
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Post by Cam on Jan 4, 2019 14:51:54 GMT -5
Three for five. Not so bad, especially considering just where they were. Polaris was the one he addressed first, "No, your child is alive and well far as I know." He shrugged once, "I tried to take a bullet for you. Didn't work, ah well. Suppose it doesn't matter now does it?" For a dead man in hell Carambolis seemed entirely without any worry for his predicament. His gaze slid over to Kamui then, "Overzealous," He remarked, an apparent criticism of the facet of Kamui's personality that had gotten him killed, "Regardless, your failure on one side simply means opportunity on another. There is battle and war in death even, it would seem. I've been on this side before. Fought a few folks on this side as well, though hell is new to me. Not for long though. I'm being resurrected."It was then that Amatricina appeared, the sorceress disguise was a nice touch but also a necessary one. As the demon's words penetrated his mind his amber eyes fell to Whis. Who, if he knew Amatricina was a demon, did nothing to betray that knowledge, the angel merely maintaining his pensive look. He met the demon's physical acts in kind, pulling the disguised demon in and leaning into the kiss that was exchanged between their lips. When those sharp, burning words pressed into his mind, his cool disposition fought back, "There were complications. Polaris wasn't supposed to die. Though I suppose being on this side doesn't really change anything." He concluded, "As for the guardian, he's alive I suspect. You don't see Lord Snow or his child down here, do you?"Whis stepped forward, standing a few feet from the pair locked in a rather suggestive embrace, "I didn't know you had a wife Carambolis," the angel's tone stopping just short of accusatory. "I've had a number of wives over the years Whis." The Kabochan shooting a wry grin at the angel he added, "And a few husbands and consorts as well.""We're not bringing you back to make out with your wife," the Angel's eyes shifting to this Amata. The Angel's thin lips shifting into a charming smile, "As lovely as she is, I and you have work to do. I think you know what that work is.""I do. Which Is why I'm glad you're here." He looked back to Amatricina, a few more words passing in a silent exchange of their minds, "Indeed, you held up your end. I would expect nothing less from you. I am effectively immortal now it seems, though I would guess it has limits. I don't care to test those limits on my mortality quite yet. Just bear in mind, I'm far from done." Releasing the demon in disguise he looked from face to face, "With the death of myself, Polaris, Radia, and all those others, that's cleared the board. Cleaned the slate, so to speak.""It's the perfect time to act. Nothing is in his way and I wager he has the power to do at least some of what he intends to."Whis crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, "Get to the point so I can go back to my duties." Whis demanded, Cam not keen to anger an angel, continued. "There is a Namekian--Or at least I think he's a Namekian. He calls himself Demon King Lute, and he is a fearsome foe indeed. He is the defacto leader of a group of mortals known as the Leviathans. I myself am one such Leviathan. Or was, times change." He bobbed a shoulder, grateful the outcome had turned out this way. "They seek to destroy everything. To kill the gods and their servants. I would not be surprised if they've pierced the veil already. With all those who would step forth to oppose him dead, he has nothing to lose and everything to gain."Looking off to one side, out over the hellscape they were in Cam mused on what to say next, "Peace is an illusion the strong grant to the weak. One even the gods participate in apparently. war is going to come to otherworld, to Heaven and hell and all who uphold its order."Whis chortled at that, seeming particularly amused with the concept that a mere mortal being was coming for them, but then again, he had seen how strong some mortals could become. "Your warning is noted. Now lets put you back in a body.""He's going to kill Xell!" Cam exclaimed. "It's the logical choice. He was the sole survivor of that battle on Abbayor and he's..." Cam shrugged once, "Not human. That's for damned sure. When the time comes and the attack against heaven and hell and all of the afterlife comes it might be good to have some strong souls waiting on the other side." Carambolis looked over at Kamui and Polaris then, "I propose you do not stick them back in hell but rather let them train. Be the proverbial Cerberus to the gates here. I know that even without a body the soul can still grow strong and here in otherworld the strength of your soul is all that matters.""Surely Radia, Taro, Gelid, lots of others are here that would be suitable for--""Enough. I've heard enough. We're going back to the world of the living. The idea that some mortal could kill Zenos is asinine." Whis quipped, hoping to end the conversation altogether and finish his task. He had no time for this petty proposal and trying to entertain it would likely mean an intense headache inflicted upon him by Yemma's endless rambling about how this was, 'Quite abnormal.' Legume Doctor Kaijin Vex @amatricina Lute VanWC: 950
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Post by Van on Jan 4, 2019 15:51:42 GMT -5
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- E A R T H - South City The sky was clear aside from a few clouds floating carelessly in the distance. The air was warm, but not disturbingly so. It was around midday. The sun was high above. The waves crashed against rocks along the coast. The smell of the salt water wafted through the air. The sand was hot, but the cool water felt good against his feet. The Kai looked out over the ocean. A sudden breeze pushed past him, tossing his golden hair about. His red eyes shimmered like rubies. Behind him, the sounds of the beach seemed far away as he stood close to the water. It lapped at his bare feet. Xell was walking the length of the beach when he stopped to enjoy the view. He had been in the city for a briefing with the Prime Minister, Ches, to discuss the events that took place on Abbayor. The King requested the meeting in South City so that afterward he could do exactly this. A pair of gulls flew overhead as he chewed his lip, his eyes cast on the horizon. He'd been thinking of the battle and the lives lost. Ches seemed surprised and somewhat intimidated that Xell alone survived considering who and what they had been up against. Not only did he survive, he was able to capture Snow and Fridga. Ches asked about them, but Xell ignored his queries and continued on with his explanation. The Kai turned to look at the sound of incoming footfalls. A group of children were running down the beach, laughing and playing. It brought a smile to his face, even if their frolicking did temporarily ruin the peacefulness of the quiet beach. Eventually their voices faded and he could hear the crash of the waves again. He took a deep breath and sighed, a gesture meant to relieve some of the negative thoughts in his mind. Their sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. Xell would make sure of that. The Kai looked up at the blue sky above and smiled. "... and some of you, I know I'll see again soon."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2019 16:51:02 GMT -5
Amatricina had never met the late Emperor Polaris face to face. She turned to inspect him as Carambolis addressed him like an old friend. She knew not who his child was, or what had truly occurred in their fated battle, but even in death the mortal's strength was clear. She counted it in her good graces this particular mortal was no longer among the living, though she supposed it was a small shame she could not have struck Polaris' name from Carambolis' 'list of a dozen mortals that could best him' herself. Her ruby gaze then turned to Kamui. In death his body had been restored to its original... uncorrupted form. Gone were the signs of her demonic influence on the mortal warrior. She had never seen him in this state, only as a cyborg or a chimera. It was, strikingly fitting she supposed. The demoness reached out to Kamui briefly with her thoughts, then relented her telepathy. There was nothing more she needed say to the mortal. He was a prodigal son at best, a failed arcane experiment at worst. Now his killer served her in his stead, and already the Mark I had proven his might in battle in ways Kamui had not. As Carambolis spoke through their telepathic link, the cynicism of the demon's thoughts poured back in response. "Clearly. The Mortal Realm is now in a state of political turmoil with the deaths of so many galactic rulers. Your armies stand on high alert, war readiness at a fever pitch as all factions scramble for successors and a return to order. Were Kamui still alive, he'd adore the uptick in space piracy along the trade routes with so many fleets and patrols returning to safeguard their worlds. I'm sure his crew is at least enjoying the plunder of the stars." The demoness smiled coyly, though her gaze quickly became more fierce. "No, I did not see any of the mortal warriors from the Peace Accords in Hell. To be fair, I was only there a brief while, and avoiding the attention of any denizens while I searched for you. If your Lord Snow or his child are in Hell, they are among the recent dead. Likely kept under heavy guard by the ogres until they can be sufficiently imprisoned."Amatricina scoffed at the angel's assumption, though a wide smile crossed her lips at his compliment. She suppressed a soft chortle, shaking her head before reaching a hand up to stabilize her wide brimmed hat. She wasn't used to her headgear being so... loose. Horns didn't flop from side to side. "Mighty Angel, Whis was it? While I appreciate the flattery, I am no wife of Carambolis. We swore no unify under the eyes of Heaven, just a rather formal bond. That simply makes me a very close confidant, one used to working intimately with him." She bowed slightly before Whis, giving him a sly wink before listening to Carambolis' brief speech before the congregation of damned souls. All the while King Yemma muttered to himself as he hurriedly stamped forms, expecting a great upswing in the dead in the coming months. He longed for a vacation day, but Grand Kai hadn't granted him his request in over fifty million years. The witch gritted her teeth, a vein throbbing at her temple upon hearing the phrase 'Demon King Lute'. She despised the mortal who falsely bore a rightfully demonic moniker. She would force this Namekian to bend the knee and rescind his false crown then slay him for his insolence. The Demon Lord cared little for this Lute's so called Leviathans, she had little concern for the supplicants of the false king. Though their desire for destruction and the death of the gods did appeal to her own penultimate goals. Perhaps the rest of the organization was more malleable to her goals. Perhaps even defecting once their leader lie dead at her feet with his head cleaved from his spine and his head beating in her talons. Amatricina simmered her rage, she would not allow her demonic power to surge forth. Not with an Angel standing mere feet away looking rather irritated at this delay. "Nothing is hardly in his way, my dear Carambolis." The demoness said with fire burning, quite literally, in her eyes. "I am hardly nothing. I will slay this so called 'Demon King Lute' myself. He must pay with his life for the crimes he has committed." Not that she was referring to any of Lute's crimes against the mortals or divine, but rather the simple fact he falsely styled himself with a title that was by rights... hers alone. With that said, Amatricina turned sharply on her heels, sashaying hurriedly back towards her pumpkin palanquin. As she walked away she continued to address the Emperor, speaking to him over her shoulder. "Finally you heed my clan's edicts Darling, a shame it only took death itself to teach you this lesson. I must return to the land of the living. I have intense training to resume, allies to gather, and a certain Namekian to slay. You'll know how to find me when you get your body back Carambolis."The mortal 'witch' then snapped her fingers as she approached her palanquin. Her retinue of imps hurriedly grasped at its edges, lifting it onto their slender shoulders straining against the effort. Amata Tricina sat upon her great orange pillow, legs crossed in a most ladylike fashion as her obsidian orb floated into her hands. "And one more thing Darling, do say hello to Skald for me when you are resurrected. You know my thoughts on the rest of your officers." The demon flashed a coy smile, fiery light erupting from within her orb. She recited Lilith's Hellgate spell, and a large portal to Bunbuku Island on Earth opened up in the midst of the Check-In Station. A few spirits made a mad break for the portal, only to be stopped by dutiful ogres. Amatricina let out a haughty chuckle, her imps carrying through the dimensional rift back to the realm of mortals. With that the fiery portal sealed shut behind her, leaving Carambolis once more alone with the remainder of his retinue.
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Post by Legume on Jan 5, 2019 10:25:57 GMT -5
The Emperor of the Galaxy Cam had assembled quite an interesting squadron of people in this small section of hell, some alive, some not so much. The teal skinned and blue haired Xeno with a long staff in his hands and a loosely defined "work" that he has to do and is being distracted from with this conversation, was clearly a big deal in the hierarchy of the Other World, especially since he seemed to be personally responsible for bringing Cam back to the world of the living. Polaris did not know his name or even what role he played, but the Frost Demon couldn't help but feel a some sort of weird, imperceptible aura radiate from his body, sending a faint chill down his spine. The other two people who had joined the Kabochan is this little meeting were unfamiliar to the fallen Emperor. One was a Frost Demon, much like him, and clearly harbored a some sort of oath of loyalty to Cam, as immediately after being brought back from his personal afterlife, he instantly referred to Kabochan as "his Emperor" and began to apologize for his failure. Clearly, a failure which had resulted in the young boy's death - he didn't even seem to be much older than his son, and yet he has already seen himself fall to the depths of Hell. Polaris would have perhaps felt a bit of pity for the teenager, had he not been actively murdering the last vestiges of his soft heart throughout the last thirty five years. What did leave an impact on the fallen Emperor's psyche, however, were the assurances both from Cam and from an unfamiliar witch, somewhat resembling an Earthling from her outer appearance and somewhat reminding Polaris of the little witch which had volunteered to join the ranks of the Empire a few months ago ( Lilith Nevermore), that his sole son will not get a chance to reunite with his father, yet. As it turns out, right before his ultimate, and ultimately temporary, demise, the young Frost Demon was spirited away from the battle by his second in command, the false Super Saiyan Duria, under his orders. Most likely, he is currently safely held in Kabocha much like he had been for months on end before the battle of Abbayor. Polaris did not know how well he was coping with what he had witnessed, whether his father's ultimate death against Lord Snow repaired or worsened his image in the kid's eyes, and he had little hope of ever finding out, but, at the very least, hearing that was a relief. From there, the conversation shifted towards the happenings in the mortal realm, and, more specifically, the Demon King, Lute, his followers, the Leviathans, and their desire to wage a war of mortals against gods. Cam seemed especially worried about the prospect and especially the possibility of Lute killing Xell, even requesting the white haired tall man to have Polaris and Kamui train in Hell instead of being returned to their personal afterlives. As Polaris had personally known both Lute and Xell back when he was still alive, he obviously considered directly intervening in the discussion between Cam, the witch and the white haired man, but instead, he remained standing there, glaring towards the trio, his mind still not taken off from how far it ha ddeteriorated while being suspended in constant isolation, as well as the revelation that his son still remains in the mortal realm instead of being sent on a one way trip to the Other World. Only when the witch disappeared with a teleportation spell, after stating that she was going to eliminate the Demon King all by herself, and Cam was informed that he has to leave for the mortal realm instead of desperately organizing a resistance against a threat which may or may not be real, did Polaris decide to finally voice his opinion. " You're all idiots. Especially you, Cam. Your entire gospel of doomsay is rooted in a false premise." Polaris began, his eyes glaring towards the Kabochan emperor. " For Lute to ever kill Xell, he would have to find a way to kill someone who is completely immortal. And greater men than him have tried achieving such a goal. All of them failed." For example, Lord Glacio, who, as far as Polaris was aware, clashed with the future Guardian of Earth on the surface of the planet during the Frieza Force gambit to strike Earth during the Saiyan War. Or him. Undoubtedly, him. No matter how hard Polaris ever pushed himself in his attempts to defeat one of his primary rivals - even acquiring a new transformation during the long and arduous path - all were nothing but a loose wind in the front of the boulder of reinforced steel which Xell has always been. Even at the time of his death, when Polaris had long since solidified himself as one of the most powerful beings in the empire Galaxy, he would not have been sure on whether he can defeat the Guardian in a one on one match. Simply put, no matter how much raw power you toss at him, his immortality is simply going to nullify all of that. And if Polaris cannot defeat Xell, how could his subordinate ever wish to do so? And speaking of said subordinate... " What Cam says about Lute and his Leviathans, and the goals they proclaim, is completely correct. Much like him, I was also a member of that group once. But while Lute is certainly burning with fervor for his ideas and the power he wields is intimidating, even being a potential rival for mine, he cannot convince others to toe the same line. He simply lacks the charisma and the speaking skills to turn his little group into a sizable army, much less a force unifying all mortals." Polaris folded his arms, recollecting his fading memory of the life he once had and squandered away. Has he really been in the Other World for this long that he cannot even remember what happened back then right? " I know that none of the other members of the Leviathans burn with the same fervor against gods as he does. I know I did not and that Cam does not. All of his allies joined his side on their own accord and led by their own desires. They could join a crusade against the Other World led by their desires and out of their respet for Lute, but not because they might actually want to topple the divine hierarchy. As such, if such an invasion ever happens, it will be fragile and doomed from the start, as soon as the tide inevitably tips in the favor of the gods, Lute's allies will abandon his side." " I'm not interested in the prospect of fighting my former subordinate, but if you wish to allow me to stay here instead of forever rotting in an infinite sea of nothingness, I can only accept." (1170 words, total 2528)
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Post by Doctor Kaijin Vex on Jan 6, 2019 1:58:05 GMT -5
Overzealous. How fitting. In the end, he had allowed obsession to take over his being. To strike at his very soul, to envelop him in a way no other emotion other than hatred could have ever done before. The first thought would have been to blame it on the demonic energies that were coursing through his veins, but that was only a scapegoat. A lame excuse that even he didn't believe. No, this was his folly. His personality flaw that led to his death, just as Cam said it was. The punishment was fitting of the crime. It was all he could think of nowadays, forced into his personal prison cell, reliving the climax of his fall every waking moment.
His failure wasn't his death, and his losing to Mark I. No, his failing was well before that. The moment he sold his soul. The moment he allowed his failings in battle to define him. To believe he was anything more than a man. A boy even. But was this to be his end? Summoned before Carambolis, to watch what was quickly becoming clear was Cam's get out of Hell free card. He got to return to the living. Unlike Amatricina, who stood next to the Kabochan Warlord, Cam was clearly dead, his tortured soul resonated with the likes of Cam's in a way that his and Amatricina's didn't, merely because she still held physical form. The Emperor got to return to the living realm while he remained, to suffer in isolation.
It wasn't difficult to put the pieces together.
Then there was Amatricina herself. In a way, Kamui did not feel any resentment to her, even if she was the one who ultimately killed him. It had been his folly to even associate with the demoness in the first place. If he had that part of his life to do over, he would've taken that damned cybernetic monstrosity form of his twenty times over becoming her demonic thrall. His obsession with vengeance was well beyond the point of no return prior, and probably would've came to the same end result, but it sickened him to a degree that he had become so desperate, so depraved, that he had allowed himself to be manipulated, to be played, by the demon warlord. Even looking upon her now brought a wave of nausea to his throat, although there was no risk of him vomiting in his astral form. In an attempt to bring himself back to reality, he broke eye contact from Carambolis and Amatricina altogether.
That was when he became aware of Emperor Polaris. The man, the legend. One of the strongest beings in the galaxy, and a titan amongst the Frost Demon kind. Kamui, who was originally of noble descent in the Galactic Empire, had always seen Polaris in a negative light, partly due to Kamui's own negative views of galactic leaders. Despite the Emperor's proclamations of peace and unity and insistence on patriotism, and the tales of greatness that schoolteachers had always told him about the great man, Kamui never bought into it. He had been convinced from the beginning that Polaris, and everyone else in seats of power only presented their honeyed words to the public to sway the weak and ignorant into supporting him, for there were plenty of those to go around to gain the support of the masses.
Did Kamui have any actual reason to dislike the man, despite projecting his beliefs for all leaders on him, just as he initially did to Carambolis? No, in fact he had no evidence at all that Polaris was anything but a protector, a saint to his people. Well, not counting the fact that his own son was very comfortable with Carambolis, in a whole different corner of the galaxy from his father. But, that was neither here nor there.
It really made one wonder....what happened at the Peace Accords? What could kill both Carambolis and Galactic Emperor Polaris? What monster was at large? Kamui himself perished around the same time as Peace Accords erupted in chaos, which meant the proceedings of the Peace Accords and the appearance of Lord Snow was very much an enigma to the Frost Demon child.
However, there was one subject he was familiar with. Demon King Lute.
"I fought Demon King Lute on an asteroid in the South Quadrant." Kamui reported, recalling his encounter with the demonic Namekian in space, where the two battled over an asteroid belonging to the Confederacy, an asteroid mainly valuable for mining katchin. The Kabochan Confederacy had the rock, and the Galactic Empire wanted it. And in the midst of the Saiyan-Imperial War too.
"Mining Facilty A-545. Outpost Victory." Kamui recalled, his eyes flickering back to Cam, giving the man the actual name of the asteroid mining facility, so that Cam could follow exactly what he was referring to.
"During the Saiyan-Imperial Conflict, Demon King Lute and his fleet invaded the facility and the surrounding ships under my command in that area, with intent of stealing the entire asteroid and transporting it back into Imperial territory. It was there that I met and fought him, in defense of the base. I forced him to retreat, but it was one of the hardest fights I had ever participated in, next to the fight that killed me, of course." Kamui said, a sigh escaping his lips as he silently brooded on that last sentence. Even now, it was a hard pill to swallow. But swallow it he had to.
"I eclipsed the Demon King in combat speed, and disrupted his energy flow with pressure point strikes. However, the Demon King radiates demonic energy in waves, which blocked my Ki flow in turn. Also, where I eclipse him in speed, he eclipses me in resilience. Nearly every attack I threw at him, he simply ate up with his own energy and bounded back stronger. It was only through prolonging the fight and allowing him to waste his energy was I able to exploit his vulnerabilities and force him back. However, that was awhile ago. His power has most definitely grown since then. His aura...the only aura I've felt that was more potent and vile was Amatricina's. Be careful with him. He's a Namekian like no other. A mutant in his race." Kamui reported. His praise was high for someone that could prove capable of contesting with him so. Despite his current state, and the circumstances of his death, few could question Kamui's combat ability during life, a Changeling with power capable of comparing to the Kabochan Emperor, and a rather proficient user in the rare technique known as the Time Skip had set him apart as a speed demon among speed demons.
I-I will return too!" Kamui exclaimed, a slight, nervous stutter in his voice that was most out of place of the previously overconfident Frost Demon. However, he repeated the phrase moments later a bit of strength returning to his voice, almost like he was trying to convince himself of the statement.
"I will come back to the realm of the living one day! Death...Death will not restrain me forever. Just like...it doesn't restrain you. I won't end like this. I will come back one day! And when I do..." He trailed off for a moment. Then, he seemed to gain the resolve to speak.
"I'll be the hero that I said didn't exist. Give Absolut my regards, and tell him that I'll be waiting for him to save the galaxy." He finished vehemently, crossing his arms over his chest as his gaze flickered to Whis, looking to him, as if the angel would send them back into their personal realms any second now.
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Post by Cam on Jan 22, 2019 22:29:31 GMT -5
The Emperor watched the demoness leave. Not bothering to offer a reply, words weren't so necessary anymore. Amatricina was perhaps one of the few people who had gained a modicum of understanding of the Emperor's mind. For a moment he found himself sighing wistfully as she departed. "I didn't know you were married," Whis stated as he came up behind Carambolis, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Regardless. Your two minutes are up. You two will be re-united soo--" Cam cut the Angel off then, "I don't." His eyes meeting the angel's gaze in a silent exchange of understanding. Whis understood what was happening it seemed, even if he didn't he would pass what occurred along, he wagered the Grand priest would be able to make some sense of things. Matching Polaris gaze a moment, "I admire your power and your clever attitude, but do yourself a favor and don't be so quick to discount." He smirked at the Frost demon, "Perhaps consider for a moment that their are things I know of that you do not. Also, perhaps a little gratitude for dying for you would be nice. Suppose it didn't do much good though. Things are gonna get messier. I just know it." He shrugged once as if that's all he had to say on the matter. Polaris was dead and he would be alive, whether the Frost demon thought of Cam as an idiot or not, he was soon to be an alive idiot. "You both can become stronger in death. Stronger than you ever were in life. Whether they cast you into the river of souls or into a dream. Resist."Then he was gone. He would not know the fate of Polaris or Kamui's souls. Whether they would be shackled or merely left on that island in hell, they knew who and where they were and that would provide them some kind, if not hope, then a frame of reference. For the moment he was moving rather quickly through space and time, propelled by the Angel and his strange staff. Few words were exchanged as they went whirling through the afterlife and into space. "Who is she?" Whis asked, the angel was at a loss. Glancing down at his arm, the emblazoned mark of Zenos on his arm, something he could never shed and would never shed. In a display of loyalty he stated aloud, "Amatricina. She's a fire demon apparently." The angel wrinkled his features with disgust but kept on their current course. "I thought I recognized that little saying she murmured." Sighing with agitation the angel sped up their trip. Arriving on the bridge of the Omnipotence, the Emperor and Whis would manifest a few feet from the Kabochan's command chair. The crew would respond in kind, men and women of various station drawing side arms and taking aim on Whis and the intruder, though their aim wavered when they saw who had been brought with them. Their Emperor. "What?!" One voice called out in disbelief. With a simple rising and falling of Whis' staff, Cam was restored to his mortal form, such as it was. He felt drained, his powers weakened, but he was alive. "Fatigue is normal, it should wear off with time. What's been done was not natural, but it seems a bargain was struck, so here you are. You know what to do." Whis said in his matter of fact tone. "Oh and before I go. That little saying about peace being an illusion? That's not exactly true. But She is right about it being granted by the strong to the weak. Consider who in fact is stronger. After all, we did banish them."Then the angel was gone. Emperor Carambolis whom had met his demise on Abbayor in glorious battle had been restored to life and left aboard his flagship in orbit over Kabocha. It seemed that both Whis and Carambolis would have some explaining to do.
/Exit WC: 665 Legume @amatricina Doctor Kaijin Vex
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