Amatricina stood proudly, her long great cloak blowing gently in the artificial breeze that cooled the massive stadium. The look on her face was one of mild irritation. She knew how the mortal named Schroomy had been able to approximate her origins, or if he had simply hazarded a very correct guess. She would have preferred do her own introduction, for the master of ceremonies had not been informed of her myriad of titles to announce. The First Daughter of Tartaros was both very proud, and very adherent to formalities. The Queen of the Demon Realm would let this transgression slide... this once. For today was a momentous day, the day she claimed her vengeance and settled a score months in the making. Her ruby gaze was cast to the far side of the arena as the Schroom Lord announced her distinguished competition. The warrior at the right was none other than her late Emperor, Carambolis himself.

The demon of avarice clenched her fist slightly. Carambolis had been slain, by all mortal accounts of that peace summit. She had gone to Other World to see the truth for herself, and found the warrior in the company of an Angel at the Check-In Station. She had no doubt in her mind that he had bargained for his life before the Kais, and they had made arrangements for the Emperor to life anew in exchange for his services as their supplicant. He had all the means to do so, his strange otherworldly transformation, his race's longstanding hatred of demons, and his tireless quest for unity against so-called greater threats from beyond the universe. Amatricina would send this mortal back to Hell... but not now. While she cared little for Schroomy's tournament 'rules', Amatricina would not kill her foes this day. She had the eyes of the galaxy upon her, a grand stage set to humiliate her foes and cast them low before her. Their deaths would be delayed until another time, if only to prolong her enjoyment of it.

The warrior at the left however, the taller of two, she had already discerned the true identity of. When Amatricina had first entered the Mortal Realm, she had learned of a False Demon King from the Knight of Manus, the late Nickel Gallius. He spoke of a pretender to her throne, one who styled himself as Demon King. The mere thought of it filled her with wrath every time reflected upon the revelation. Neither demon, nor a king. Pretender to the throne left vacant by the late Dabura himself. She would make this 'Lute' relinquish his crown and submit, or she would tear his head from his spine for his slights against her. There could be no other way.

Amatricina reached out to the Mark I besides her, she had needed a partner for this tournament, and though her power had redoubled from recent training she doubted she could face two warriors of such power simultaneously. For that she had enlisted the Mark I, the strongest of her mortal champions and the most fearsome member of her Everchosen. 'Mark I, I am sure you know of Carambolis from your databanks. I need fill you in on his capabilities. The warrior by his side though, is the False Demon King known as Lute. I can sense the stolen demonic ki he wields, see the evil that taints his very soul. I was once told he could best even the late Queen of Saiyans and the Galactic Emperor in single combat, do not take unnecessary risks against this foe.'

As the Demon Queen watched the countdown to the match start, she wasted no time in monologuing to her foes. "Carambolis, darling... It has been too long." Amatricina said in a haughty tone, filled with faux affection. "When we last fought I suffered a grave injustice I had never known in a thousand years of battle among my kind. I should thank you, you opened my eyes to an ignorance I was blind to. Showed me the power mortals were capable of. You told me of a list once, of a dozen powerful mortals who exceeded even your strength. I know one stands besides you this day." The demon paused for a moment, to allow her words to sink in as they reverberated across the stadium through the loudspeakers. All eyes were upon her in this moment, and the demoness' burning aura of demonic ki began to surge forth bounding upwards to levels she knew the Emperor had never seen.

"I have trained CEASELESSLY since my defeat at your hands. I have consumed an ancient Spirit of Hatred, the remnants of a being fueled by the anger of a dying race against the Saiyans. I have summoned the Immortal Dragon Shenron, and he has bestowed in me a power that I wielded to unite my entire realm in my name. And lastly, I have drained my Dark Moon, Tenebris, of every once of Dark Energy that pools forth from it. My strength is boundless, you will the first to witness my full grandeur in battle." Amatricina looked up at the countdown, noting she had ten seconds remaining. Good, more than enough time.

"Horn, Carambolis. Mortals! Consider yourself blessed by the Demon Queen this day. You will all be the first to lay eyes upon my glorious new form." With that said Amatricina leapt high into the air, her aura expanding outwards as it ignited into a black flame fueled by malicious Dark Energy. The entire planet began to shake, ebon lightning crackling from the skies from the ambient discharge of power from the Demon Queen. The skies above Space Vegas darkened, and she momentarily basked in the wave of fear that spread through the crowds. "WITNESS MY ASCENSION!" She roared triumphantly, her voice growing several octaves lower as she did.

The demoness' body was completely wreathed in her sinister black flames. Her physical body suddenly grew massive, losing its curvaceous figure and gaining new, gargantuan features. Her face elongated into a snout, teeth growing into dagger like fangs. Her grim horns growing thicker, longer, and more menacing. Slender hands merging with her gauntlets to form massive clawed paws that raked the ground as she landed, throwing out sparks as they dragged across the katchin floor. Her cloak split in half, forming an enormous pair of leathery wings that unfurled to full length. When they beat, it was like a hurricane, the wind pressure alone sending anyone unprepared flying backwards within the arena barrier. The Demon Queen grew a long tail, over half her total length of her body and tipped in a club-like appendage of bony spines. It slammed against the ground as she let out a roar that shook the arena to its foundations.


What stood before all in attendance was a massive, hundred foot long demonic titan. Its scales the same brilliant crimson as Amatricina's armor, its horns and body adorned in her ostentatious amounts of gold jewelry. Golden bands at her wrists, forearms, and wrapped tight around her horns. The Giant Demon God appeared similar to an enormous red dragon, though her appearance was wholly distinct from the Immortal Dragons. Rather than being long and serpentine, she had a powerfully muscled body, with both arms and legs exceeded onlt by a set of monstrous wings. Amatricina slammed her tail once more as it lay half coiled around the Mark I. Even the towering armored titan now barely reached up to the demon's gaping maw. 'Behold, True Strength!' Amatricina telepathically roared her words to those in attendance as the countdown struck zero. The two warriors, demon and machine then immediately launched their attack in synchronization.

The Demon Queen opened her maw wide, pooling vast amounts of Dark Energy in her throat. She craned her head, leveling her gaze on the false Demon King. 'Burn!' She thought as a powerful Chou Makousen erupted from her mouth. The intensity of the blast so brilliant it could temporarily blind an opponent caught off guard in the moment. The massive pillar of energy hurled towards the Namekian, infused with seething Power of Hatred itself. Upon impact with whatever the mighty beam collided with, Amatricina swept her head to the side trying to also engulf Carambolis in her blaze. When next she caught sight of him the Demoness rushed to his position. 'You're mine!' the Giant Demon God growled, moving with speed thought impossible given her newfound size and aided by the Mark I's distraction in her approach. She swatted the Kabochan Emperor into the air with a huge clawed paw, then attempted to blast him with an Explosive Breath Cannon. The second breath attack infused with demonic hellfire of Amatricina's most potent creation. It would rake across the Emperor even if her beam missed, hopefully inflicting burns that would hinder him for the remainder of the fight.

The Battle of Titans had truly begun...

Post Count: 1 | MARK I , Lute , Cam

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There was much that had happened, though really he had only been gone a few days. Neither Duria nor Coca, Colla, or anyone of his original retinue knew of his whereabouts or that Cam was alive. Sometimes you just had to let things happen organically. When Lute approached him, he was nervous and for good reason. He knew what was coming, or at least thought he did. "I don't think I can die, not yet at least." he said succinctly towards Lute, shrugging once. He had been certain to hide his mark of Zenos beneath one of his gauntlets. The mark had been, well not tattooed but more branded into his skin on the underside of his right wrist. His energy for those capable of sensing such things was quite different from how it usually registered. More divine in nature, though certainly not pure. "I've fought both of these opponents before. The titan is a tank, Amatricina is a spicy fire cannon," he glanced across the arena towards the raging lizard the demon had become. "Apparently a dragon as well," he murmured.

"She's a true demon you know," he remarked about Amatricina, "Might be of interest to you."

The words passed between the two easily enough though it seemed the chance to talk about what had occurred in otherworld would have to wait for a time. Battle it seemed was upon them, the Emperor couldn't think of a more grand entrance, other than perhaps if he too had turned into a dragon but alas, such abilities evaded him.

"Guess we should deal with the dragon first aye?"

With that Cam charged his powers; activating his transformation, skin crawling with markings that stung the mind to perceive, stark opal white hair and whited out eyes, they had all been privy to the power such a transformation could present, though he hada new arsenal this time. With a scream, the Emperor stomped a foot forward, a surge of golden ki spat forward in a a wide encompassing cone. Both the large dragon and titan would likely be caught in the blast, though the Emperor was counting on it that both would find such an attack to simply be an annoyance.

What neither would likely expect was when a phantasm of the Emperor materialized in front of both of them, swinging a rapid punch, in this case for Mark I's giant metallic gut and Amatricina's scaled underbelly. Though these energy phantasms would disappear quickly as they had appeared, the true, corporeal Emperor followed up by charging the large demon-turned-reptile, leaping upwards the Emperor would swing a sledgehammer strike down at the Dragon's skull, augmented and full of kinetic energy, following up the brutal attack with a mighty psychic force kick. He would make it clear that it took more than a simple change in size to truly be intimidated.

Amatricina watched as the Namekian vanished from sight, appearing midair and discharging a blast of Dark Energy. The massive demon snarled, gritting her teeth as she weathered the blast. This form was too large to easily avoid such an attack within the confined space of the arena. As the waves of energy washed over her, Amatricina drew in vast amounts of the attack into herself. Dark Energy being absorbed into her body as readily as she expended it. When the attack finished Amatricina own aura flared, massive and blazing with restored ki. "You wield Dark Energy with all the skill of a novice, Mortal." She bellowed at the false Demon King, fangs bared beneath her scaly lips. "Like a child swinging his father's sword blindly..." The demoness glared at the warrior, opening her mouth wide. 'I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT IS MINE!'Amatricina roared telepathically for all to hear, as she unleashed the power bestowed upon her by the Immortal Dragon. The enormous demon drew a sizable portion of the Dark Energy the Namekian empowered himself with, her own strength increasing considerably as the demonic power find a more worthy vessel.

Out the corner of her eyes, Amatricina caught Carambolis transforming into his own strange form. Once she had feared it, now the Emperor's power was nothing against her own. When he fired out his golden blast of energy, Amatricina weathered the blast as she did all things, with unyielding rage and indomitable resolve. 'Suffer my Agonizing Gaze, Carambolis.' Amatricina whispered into the Emperor's thoughts, intruding his mind as she turned to face him directly. The Demon Queen leveled her gaze on the Emperor, a sinister crimson flash of demonic light appearing in her eyes. If blinded by it, her victims suffered excruciating pain that wracked their entire body. Every nerve screaming out against the dark magic they'd be afflicted with. "Look upon your 'hero', mortals." The Demon Queen roared to the watching crowds as she turned her attention back to Horn. "You have all been deceived. Your precious Lieutenant Horn is no other than the false Demon King... Lute." Her words were spoken with contempt, and the word false dripped with malice like the venom from her fangs. She would break this mortal over her knees before the eyes of a galaxy. But first, old grudges to settle. Carambolis dashed in for his own offensive, avoiding his first volley of blows with her demonic speed.

The Mark I, an ever loyal champion dashed in to aid her and countered the Emperor's second attack. 'You serve me well Mark I...' She told the titan telepathically, as she turned to charge the mortal who had once brought her so low. Amatricina lowered her head, jaws open wide as she attempted to snap them shut like a vice around his body. Dagger fangs dripping with a potent venom of arcane origins. Even if she missed or the mortal dodged her maw, Amatricina would trample him underfoot, rending him with her venomous claws before turning to blast the Namekian with another fell burst of energy from her mouth. Fired more hastily, this Chou Makousen lacked the raw power of the earlier attack... though Amatricina hoped it would still do the trick. She swept her head across the arena, her beam searing across katchin floors as she drug it from one victim to the next trying to catch them both in her blast.

Post Count: 2 | MARK I , Lute , Cam

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Lute appeared to have drawn their fire, which to Carambolis was quite excellent. Both Mark I and Amatricina were underestimating what Carambolis was capable of and perhaps overestimating what Lute could do, though that wasn't to say the Namekian was without his bite.

It just meant Cam could cut loose, at least a little bit. Once more those phantasms split off from the transformed Kabochan. Constructs of energy that rushed at Mark I and Amatricina. Whether these ghostly clones of himself would prove to damage one of them or not didn't matter, they merely needed to provide distraction while Carambolis prepared the real show, glancing over at the crowd and at Shroomy. Hoping the announcer didn't give him away while he charged up.

It was an attack Amatricina was quite familiar with, one that threatened to destroy everyone and everything around them, though the Emperor had enough acute control of his energy that he could reign in his collateral damage, at least somewhat.

Inhaling sharply, he held his breath as he felt his ki rise from his core, into his chest and shoulders, up his neck and through his mouth, all the while it kept on seeping through his arms. So much raw power that even mitigated was overwhelming to many. He was thankful in a sense, Amatracina in this form would be quite hard to miss. Something odd occurred. Those who had seen the legendary super saiyan form knew what happened when energy that wasn't controlled was released; it shown in an erratic, much more destructive green energy. Legendary super Saiyans didn't need to control their energy, merely survive it.

The tell tale sign that Cam's helix beam was chambered and ready for fire, the sky darkening and all other sources of light being blotted out by his energy were occurring, however instead of the multiple white, red and gold lights, this was a malevolent, vicious green energy that cast a jade haze over everything. A warcry or something like it was elicited by Cam as a massive green beam of energy cut its way towards Amatricina, a snarl permanently stuck on the Kabochans face as he seemed to be very, very close to entering some kind of frenzy, his chest rising and falling rapidly with exertion and fury.

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