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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2019 22:23:03 GMT -5
For a moment, there was silence.
And the next...
His battered form appeared out of nowhere. It plummeted from the air, glass exploding as his prone form landed on the coffee table in the midst of the living area. It littered the carpet, framing his body like a glittering halo as he lay amidst the wreckage of glass and bent wrought iron. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each raspy breath sounding as if it could be his last.
He barely had the strength to open his eyes, and despite his efforts, Null could not seem to move from his spot.
The room was dark and silent. There was no sign of her anywhere. But he'd spent more than a fortnight in the Demon Realm with Kuueru. He would recognize her energy if she resided anywhere on the entire planet. It was like a beacon that called to him through the rolling fog of uncertainty that had become his life.
Coughing loudly, Null managed to roll on his side, flecks of blood and saliva peppering the beige carpet as it erupted violently from his mouth. There were various cuts along his arms and hands, dark blood pooling onto the carpet beneath him. His battle armor was cracked, large pieces missing. It looked as if he had been through the fight of his life.
He hadn't.
The very demon energy that had been sealed into his body seemed to be rejecting him. It seared his being with what felt like invisible flames, causing him to writhe in pain. He cried out, slamming a balled fist into the floor.
Null did not have the strength to call out to her. He could only hope Kuu could sense his distress and come to his aid.
Something was wrong. Irrevocably so.
He felt as if he were dying.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 2, 2019 15:36:19 GMT -5
ICE COLD Earth.
Perhaps she liked this marble a bit too much. She had spent a lot of time vacationing on the planet in the recent weeks. Truth be told Kuueru had worked hard training Null in the Demon Realm, she had to make time for herself after such a feat. Still, the man plagued her thoughts. The demoness after wondered if he was well, what he was doing with his power, or even if he went back to his school and family? Alas, it was only her concern if he talked to her about it, not something to worry her mind in her free time. Alas, there was a sudden weight filling the hotel she stayed in. Kuueru was downstairs in the lobby, there happened to be an open bar that was conveniently right in the building. Of course, they had quite the extensive menu as well. The woman was steadily picking the salty meat from oysters and plopping it into her mouth. It paired well with the amber liquid in her glass. One more, that should be enough eh? She plucked the final muscle from its shell and spritzed it with a wedge of lemon. Then, down the hatch. Her eyes glazed over. That's when it hit her. His energy. She quickly downed the rest of her drink, and left the money on the counter for her tab. There was a Saiyan afoot, and from the feeling of him, something was distressing him. Her body shifted from view while the bartenders back was turned. Then, she appeared in the dark room. It was her room of course. That was where the Saiyan chose to land. Effectively, he destroyed the coffee table and stained the carpets underneath. "What the hell?" Kuueru mumbled before realizing just how much stress Null was under. She knelt by his side, her lavender hues scanning over the man for any injuries. There were too many to count. Was he off fighting battles he couldn't handle again? "What happened to you?!" Kuueru belted out in concern, her hands now stained with the Saiyan's crimson life.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2019 18:04:17 GMT -5
Kuueru.
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his master, though for reasons unrelated to his current predicament. How often had he dreamed of her, reliving the night she returned them to the present world?
Something had changed between them. And if he were honest, a part of Null felt as if he'd dropped the ball somewhere. But now wasn't the time to explore such musings.
Another spasmic round of coughing seared his lungs. His voice sounded clotted and wet, thick with tears he refused to shed for they were a sign of weakness. But he had never encountered a pain such as this.
"Everything... h-hurts..." he managed to sputter. "I... I was flying... and crashed..."
Something burrowed its way up from the pit of his stomach, unfurling up his throat. Eyes widening, he forced himself to roll out of the wreckage of the coffee table onto his hands and knees. Heavy dry heaves escaped him, though little more than spit and bile dribbled from his bloodied lips.
It was as if something were trying to escape him. He cried out again, lurching forward in pain, arms curling protectively around his abdomen as he rolled into the fetal position. Never in his entire life had he looked more pathetic than he did just then. Never in his life had he begged for an end to the pain such as he begged Kuueru for.
Eyes wet with unshed tears, they pleaded his case to her.
"Please... m-make it stop..."
His natural ki and demon energy swirled about in him like a tumultuous storm, as if his two natures were fighting within him for dominance. A strange sort of fuchsia energy sparked along his being, his hair and eyebrows briefly flickering to a lavender shade of color before returning to their native black.
Almost as if he were changing into something else entirely.
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 3, 2019 10:07:01 GMT -5
ICE COLD She glanced over the battered body which had bits of armor barely hanging on. Alas, she picked him up. His entire body was effortlessly in her arms, Kuueru quickly rushed towards the lavish bathroom of her accommodations for the night. It was large, big enough for two lovers to enjoy, alas, for now it would be the only place she could put Null and not paint a room red. She set his pained body into the ivory tub. The demoness then ripped the leather jacket from her frame. Hastily, she rolled up the sleeves of her long-sleeved sweater and got to work. Whatever was plaguing this man was demonic in nature, something mystical was happening underneath it all. "Just flying huh?" Kuueru minced words with Null to keep him calm. She pried the broken bits of his armor from his body and set them aside. Her hand rested upon his chest, making sure the heart in his chest was still beating correctly before she felt him on a deeper level. Tendrils of her own godly and demonic ki filtered into the man, like a fishing line, her own power sought out the source of corruption from within Null. Kuueru's eyes felt shut, and her hand moved from his chest, to his forehead, and then to his back like a doctor with a stethoscope. "Just stay calm, I know it pains you," Kuueru spoke in a somber voice as she felt what could only resemble and animal ready to pry itself from a cage. Kuueru sighed heavily, her eyes reopening to look at Null carefully. His face was stained with sweat, tears and blood. He wasn't in the best position. Perhaps the pair had left the Demon Realm too soon, without enough proper training. Damn, she should have kept him under her wing longer. At least, those were the thoughts on the demoness's mind. "This is going to be a tough one. The energy that I lent you, is having a hard time adjusting. I…I wonder if it's because you, the vessel, has shifted?" Kuueru spoke, her body slipping into the tub. She straddled the man, her jeans becoming stained with blood and sweat from merely sitting upon his waist. Alas, she focused her hands before his heaving chest and began to siphon some of the demonic energy out of him, slowly.
"I'm going…to try not to hurt you," Kuueru spoke, her fingers weaving and tugging at the invisible energies that fought a war within Null's soul.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 18:29:30 GMT -5
He had shifted.
The moment she'd returned him home, standing outside of the dojo, Null felt the betrayal of his words and actions. Time had passed here where it had stalled in the Demon Realm. Upon approaching the school, there was no mistaking the child's squall that cut through the serenity of the night.
It stopped him in his tracks. There was no mistaking that sound. It had the lungs of a Saiyan infant, that was for certain. It felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart and twisted in a painful manner. Joy and sorrow filled his heart, guilt weighing upon his frame.
Null had turned and ran from the school, flying off into the night.
Since then, his life had been nothing but turmoil. His thoughts never ceased to replay the memory of that night over and over again in his mind. How could he betray Wua Lu in such a manner? How could he abandon his only child?
His unrequited feelings for Kuu only served to further confuse and conflict him. This, in turn, caused a war to rage within his very soul. His body was rejecting his master's 'gift'. It was tearing his soul in two.
He cried out again as Kuu straddled him. A raspy chuckle escaped him, wincing at Kuu through heavy lids. It looked as if any second he could lose consciousness.
"Something... l-like that..."
She was light upon his lap. Warm to the touch. Her scent was that of some unique fragrance, slipping unbidden into his nostrils. It seemed to coil about him, stirring his desire as much as his pain. Now, his eyes shone with more than his agony. They shown with unbridled passion.
"You... have no idea..." His tone had dipped to a bare whisper. "...how often I've imagined this. Minus... the agonizing pain."
As her fingers weaved about the invisible threads of demon aura, Null felt a tug within his being. Slowly, painstakingly, she was starting to draw it out. His fingers grasped weakly at her slender wrist, giving her a gruff shake of his head.
"No! Don't... don't undo your spell. I-I... refuse to go back... to being... n-nothing."
A sputtering cough erupted from his lungs in a spasming fit, his face contorting in a mask of desperation. His grip on Kuu's wrist tightened. Every second was precious. He cherished the smooth silk of her cool flesh beneath his burning fingers. With his other hand, he slowly reached up, allowing his fingers to slip through the pink curtain of her hair. It came to a rest against her cheek.
His eyes bore into her own, revealing all of his desperation, his hope, his desire, and his fear.
"I'd rather die... than l-let you take this... from me. Please... stay with m-me... until it's over."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 4, 2019 13:10:35 GMT -5
ICE COLD There she was, ontop of the badly wounded man, fighting with the turbulent power rippling through his soul. Despite her being halfway from ripping the very gift she gave Null from his body, he resisted, and somehow managed to shift the moment into something, a bit more, intimate. Kuueru sat up, her face flustered from his words. She held her hands out, fingers busy tangling within his inner magics; meanwhile, he was playing with her body. She shuttered at the sound of his voice dropping to something so pained and pitiful. Then, he whispered something more infuriating. Imagining such a moment. She couldn't imagine that Null had been such a masochist this entire time. Apparently, her weight on his pained body was something quite more satisfying than productive. Still, his hand wrapped around her wrist as she tried her best to make the correct choice. Rip the power granted to Null out for a fruitless gift, or let Null wait out the pain, and hope that his body can calm down enough to contain the magical energy properly. "You're such a loser, you know. How can you make such jokes when I know this feels like shit," Kuueru mumbled, her brows knitting together in clear frustration. Still, Null pleaded again for her to let him fight through, to allow him the chance to be more than nothing. Kuueru wavered and began to slowly funnel the energy back into Null at his request. Hopefully the Saiyan wouldn't have too rough of a time, and if he did, she was right there to reverse the nature of the situation. "Fine though, if you live I'll be impressed. . . but, stay with you?" Kuueru mumbled at Null's last request. The demoness nodded, her hands dropping to her sides lamely. She was exhausted. Weaving such spells which change a person's affinities was tiring. She would have to reserve her strength in case a reversal spell was needed again tonight. For now, she remained with him. Her tired eyes met his own as she tried her best to breathe easily and talk the Saiyan through the process. "You've been the most unruly stu---well, only student I've ever had," Kuueru threw in an extra comment, while her hands searched around for a hot rag. Fortunately, this hotel was one with towel warmers. So lavish. She folded one carefully and began to plot at the dried bits of blood and dirt on the man's skin. "Did something happen to push you to lose control? Did, your heart shift?" Kuueru spoke softly, concern filling her words. The most she knew of his situation, the more she could help ease his pain. At least, that was her aim at least.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2019 18:17:23 GMT -5
She seemed unamused that he would make a joke at a time like this. A pained grin briefly touched his lips. "It's better than the alternative, isn't it? I don't want... to just focus on the pain." He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as another wave of agony rolled through his body, such as rolling thunder during a terrible storm. "I don't want my last few minutes with you... to be a foolish waste."
How much of his life had he wasted? Harboring anger and resentment toward his parents for dying and abandoning him, toward the frost demons who slew them, toward every person that kicked him and mocked him while he was down. Bitterness was a poison to the system. If anything led him to an early grave, it was that fact. His hands slipped from her hair as she sat back, settling her weight against him. Such an odd sensation, the stirring of desire in his heart in what could be his final moments.
"Unruly or brilliant?" He couldn't help but try to make light of the situation. Another stab of pain roiled through his being. Bloodied fingers gripped the edge of the tub, staining the sleek porcelain. It took an enormous amount of will not to cry out from the pain. The edge of the tub cracked beneath his powerful grip. "Face it. Before I came along... you were p-probably dying of boredom. I may be... a lot... of t-things... but boring isn't one of them."
He lamented this moment. It had grown intimate, as intimate as their parting from the Demon Realm. He could still feel Kuu's lips against his cheek, the warmth that filled his heart at her touch. If her beauty and lilting tone would be the last thing he experienced in life, then he should count himself a lucky man. Gazing helplessly at her, he opened his mouth to confess. Confess his feelings, confess his desires. Confess that he had hoped for more than just this odd relationship.
She interrupted him with her somber questioning. He knew this was coming, and was a fool to believe Kuueru would not question the state of his chaotic energy. "My heart did shift..." He couldn't meet her gaze. A coward until the very end. "I loved Wua Lu. And the life we were supposed... t-to have together. And then... and then..." I met you. Why couldn't he bring himself to utter three silly words? What could it matter now?
His breathing began to slow, the tempo of his heart growing dangerously quiet. His gaze seemed to grow glassy and unfocused. These were the final throngs of death. "I..." It came as the barest of whispers, seeming to tumble listlessly from his lips. "Kuu... I... l-lov—" A brilliant light seemed to emanate from within him. He'd seemed to finally reconcile the emotion that was tearing his body apart.
This admittance, no matter how brief, was all that was required. Brighter and brighter the light grew until it enveloped him whole. His limp body began to float up from the tub. Tipping forward, Kuu would certainly fall from his lap as he hovered vertically in the air, limbs dangling helpless at his sides. Head tipped forward, chin touching his chest. Just moments away from certain death, he took in a deep shuddering breath. Just before unleashing an almost primal yell, his power spiking sharply in the same manner it had when he'd first received her energy.
This change, however, was on an entirely different level. The demon magic did not seem to invade his being as it had before—instead, it seemed to meld seamlessly into his own stirring aura, shifting its natural white color into a pale shade of lavender, not much different from a portion of his master's own demon aura. Another cry ripped from his throat. But this was no cry of pain.
It was a cry of pure elation!
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 5, 2019 10:34:44 GMT -5
ICE COLD Her expression softened, her eyes less worried. Null had enough in him to carry on a conversation, so she could rest assured that the Saiyan was bad off. At least, she hoped. "Last few minutes with me? Gosh you're grim, just go hop into your casket really quickly," Kuueru mocked the man, her eyes rolling back into their sockets for dramatic effect. Null's body shifted, relaxing a bit into the tub. Then, he became rigid once more, his words spurting out between painful groans. His voice decorated the air and let the neighboring rooms wonder about how good of a sex life the Commander had. Kuueru held no shame nor embarrassment for their thoughts, but the worry she produced was all over her pupil. As the Saiyan braced himself with the railings of the tub. Then, they were cracked. The agony this man was in was great, perhaps even something more terrifying that she inflicted upon him with the initial ritual. Still, Kuueru had long grown out of her need to crush skulls and instill fear. She didn't enjoy putting someone through a bout of torture, it was just a price paid. Her rag blotted his skin, the plush white cloth long since stained with his crimson blood. She continued to soothe the pained beast as best she could. At least the man was talking about possible things that could have caused this. Puzzle pieces were starting to fit together despite the demoness not being the most masterful at problem solving. Kuueru happened. At the time, Kuueru didn't think of the negative effects of Null being away from his former fiancé. She expected him to explain to her that he would be back, back to father his child. Instead, Null cut all ties in a rage filled tantrum. He abandoned not only his wife, but the child nearly days from being born. Since then the child had to have been born. Kuueru hadn't a clue about what happened in Null's spare time since the ritual, since their time in the Demon Realm. Null's vitals took a dip. She watched the life pull from Null's normally chocolate hues. He was slipping, but not before he expressed a sentiment that forced tears to well up in her eyes. She reached forward, her fist banging against his chest just before his entire body released a brilliant light. She shielded her eyes from his radiance. Now, he was lifting from the tug, leaving the demoness to sit in a mixture of blood and water left by Null. Still, her eyes were enraptured by his form as he hovered there for a moment. And then, he felt just like her. Her form at the purest. Her eyes narrowed as she mapped out the scientific theory as it played out in real time. Then he breathed. He breathed life again. Kuueru watched in wonder, her lavender hues taking in this form. This yell. This vigor. She stumbled to her feet in the slippery ivory tub. Then, she waited. She waited there with the man as he wanted, her heart hopeful, she didn't dare blink. Her hand reached out, grasping as an unfamiliar aura. It had the reagents of Null's Saiyan power, and the demonic energies she had let Null use. Finally, he had seamlessly orchestrated the perfect mixture of his own powers and abilities. She smiled. Her plumps lips managing to contain her excitement for now. What mattered is that there was no blood on her hands tonight. Just everywhere else in the apartment. Oh, the fees. "Null, are you. . . are you okay?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 11:34:35 GMT -5
It was as if the entirety of his life flashed before his eyes. His earliest memories of lying in the gutters of New Sadla, shivering beneath a ratty blanket as pouring rain drenched him to the bone. The rare kindness of strangers, punctuated with their vicious cruelty. Smacked down, kicked, cast aside as if he were nothing. The day he was old enough to join the Dominion. Speaking to his recruiter, his ears regaled with stories of how glorious it was to serve the Saiyan Dominion, and be apart of the grand future their queen was building. Being assigned to his first squadron, heading off world into the vastness of space. Planet after planet, mission after mission, battle after battle. His battle armor cracked and stained with the blood of his enemies. Wringing the life out of Frost Demons, Namekians, and the like. The weariness, the desperation, the heavy depression as the vicious cycle of death and conquest continued. Battle lost its flavor. His life lost its purpose and meaning. The heavy bitterness that settled deep within his heart. Meeting Queen Radia for the first time. Etohn and Yama. His first real glimpse of a Super Saiyan. The horrific consequences of the mission to Tech Tech to retrieve the Cryptomancer. Escaping the planet in a star ship fighter. His foray in Space Vegas, drinking himself into a stupor. Avoiding Radia's soldiers who had come to collect the fugitive. Fleeing Space Vegas on a transport to Earth, hidden within the cargo bay. Traveling to East City. Fighting in their tournament. Being soundly beaten by Wua Lu in the finals. Following her home to her father's dojo, and suffering another beating at the hands of his future master, Lu Shao. And then... meeting the pink-haired earthling girl for the very first time. Something permeated the flood of memories—a warm, rich feeling settled into his bones, causing the brilliant white aura to glow brighter and more radiant. Kuueru. Marveling at her strength. Begging to be trained, desperate to become a leader of the Saiyan people. Surviving the horror of the Demon Realm, while taking beating after beating, both physical and mental. The ritual... the foreign demon magic flooding his being. Feeling as if he could conquer the entire universe. Here, the memories stopped as his mind filled with a calming blankness. Gone was the pain, the agony, the unrelenting ambivalence that rent his soul in two. He had accepted what was the truth. He would no longer struggle with his feelings. It would seem that very acceptance would trigger the true result of Kuueru's magic. One final, brilliant burst of white light. And then, darkness.
A woman's voice. Soothing and lilting, like music to his ears. It sounded gentle, worried even, garbled as his mind focused to acclimate to this unexpected transformation. Slowly, his lids slid open. He stared at his hands. He did not recognize them. These fingers were long and delicate, the palms smooth and pale. Not pockmarked with scars from previous battles. His irises bore a myriad of colors, though seemed to settle on a lavender hue. Same as Kuu's. His gaze slipped over his narrow arms and legs, down at his lean muscular stomach, taking in the pale, toned flesh. He lost some muscle mass, but he felt no less powerful. If anything, it was no longer overflowing as before. It felt as if the strange mix of demon and divine energy had compacted itself, the magic sheltering deep within his soul. Not the volatile, chaotic energy from before. This was calming, soothing, and gentle. A sheen of pure white aura coated his being, emanating warmth and purity and goodness. It was as if the magic had delved deep within his broken heart, and pulled all of his goodness to the surface. He lifted his gaze and met Kuu's eyes. "Oh... hello, Master."Stated matter-of-factly, as if the two of them had been discussing the weather. Not dying in her bathtub. He grimaced at the stained blood on the floor and in the tub. Extending a hand, it glowed with radiant aura as his new mystic energies flooded the room. Soon, the stains were gone and the tub clean and repaired. One problem down, another to go. The transformation had sheared what little fabric remained of his old clothing. Snapping his fingers—partly to exercise his newfound magic, partly to present himself decent before his master—his body was covered in a sleeveless black bodysuit, his feet clad in sandals. Over this draped a robe and thick, flowing cloak—both practically glowing a radiant white in the dark of the room. His mane of white hair rolled thickly down his shoulders and back, no longer the trademark ebony of his native race, but wholly transformed just as much as he was. "Forgive my indecency, Master... I am as of yet unaccustomed to this new form."Even his speech had changed. His tone was once gruff, aggressive and uneducated. Now his tone was light, friendly, and welcoming. It held a sophisticated lilt to it, as if he were well versed in universal literature, though he'd hardly spared a glance at a book in his entire life. Perhaps that would change in due time. "The damage I caused to the room should be sufficiently repaired." His eyes fell onto the ruined coffee table. He raised his palm in the direction of the table, but this time, no mystic energy flowed to repair it. "Hmm. I can't yet control the magic, it seems. I'll pay for the table, if you'd like." It was only then that he noted the smile on her face. She appeared genuinely happy. This seemed to puzzle him. It was as if the trauma of nearly dying had been wiped from his memory altogether. The old Saiyan that he was had truly gone. And in his place, a Saiyan the likes of which the universe had never witnessed before. Taking her hand in his own, he pressed his lips to her palm in a show of respect, before dipping low in a sweeping bow before her. "I shall be forever grateful to you, Kuueru. You have saved my life, in more ways than one."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 5, 2019 17:09:02 GMT -5
ICE COLD The pink haired demoness let her eyes fixate on Null. She was much to perplexed by the radiant light show to think about anything pertinent. Her only thought was to determine whatever this glowing state of a trance was, it was horrible. He remained there in comatose for a while, her hands fought not to reach out and ensure his wellbeing. Kame knows how close he could have been to dying right now? She was promptly ready to intervene, then, his body shifted A blinding light shot outwards, Kuueru had to look away for a moment to preserve her eyesight. The light he gave off was ethereal, and unwavering. Then all the sudden, it was gone. The demoness's head shot back towards the Saiyan, but what was in his place was, not Null. Kuueru looked around frantically, her lavender eyes searching for the soot colored mop of a man she knew. But no. The only man around was this work of alabaster. His gaze was unwavering and confident. His smile contagious. The woman bit her lip, containing her comments for the time being. Was that? No, could that be Null? She stepped out of the tub, her wet pants legs making an even bigger mess of the bathroom. Still, this man called her master. That confirmed it. This pretty boy before her, was Null. This was the result of his inner turmoil. She gawked for a moment more before averting her gaze. Soon after the man moved on to repair the bathroom with ease. His magical abilities corrected the tub and lifted the toughest of stains. Cleanliness was at least one thing that the girl could breathe easily about. The Saiyan with a mystical appearance altered his wardrobe with the mere wave of his hand. Apparently, he had gotten used to the magical abilities at his fingertips. Perhaps he had come one step closer to perfection? Kuueru grinned from ear to ear as the man used spell after spell to alter his own appearance and the damage caused by this entire ordeal. Kuueru erupted into laughter as Null held up a hand at her coffee table and nothing happened. She knew that his stores of magical energy had limitations. She just didn't know what thresholds Null had just yet. It mattered now, the woman took over, the shards of glass on the floor rejoining to restore one solid piece of furniture. Even the carpet beneath the table that was spotted with red was now restored. "Don't worry about it. Wait, what?" Null went on, his hand taking her own and his lips dancing along her palm. She looked to him for a moment, confusion plastering her face. Still, she merely returned a nice squeeze to his hand. "I wouldn't call it saving your life, but. . ." Kuueru paused, her mind trying to properly phrase her question. "So, this just happened suddenly? Today? I wonder if this transformation is… It's not a Super Saiyan like most Saiyans. It's not that form you took in the Demon Realm. It's odd." Kuueru commented, her tired eyes glancing over the man once again.
"I mean, if that's resolved though, I'm glad. Tell me though, what have you been doing with my gift? What are your plans for the power?" Kuueru asked calmly. Her hands dug into her hips as she awaited and answer from the Saiyan. Hopefully she could gain insight about the ritual and what she could have done differently. Despite appearances, Kuueru was a rather insightful woman. If Null expressed himself to Kuueru more, perhaps she could adjust or even just understand the workings of her own magic better with a partner. She brushed the thought, her eyes meeting the lavender hues that eerily mirrored her own.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 20:04:57 GMT -5
Kuueru questioned him about his new form, noting that it was not the traditional Super Saiyan transformation nor did it mirror the form he took when they were in the Demon Realm. Null silently took note of this as well. He curled his slender fingers into a tight fist, smirking at the white mystic aura that danced along his knuckles. "That is correct. Kuu... I wish I understood what has happened to me. In fact, I was hoping perhaps you could provide me with answers. Alas... we both seem to be at a loss for this new condition of mine." It wasn't that he felt more or less powerful. Despite the major physical alterations the divine demon energy had wrought upon his form, he did not feel much different. Changed, for certain. But he felt himself. "As far as I can tell I'm still me. That is to say, I can remember most everything up until this point. Growing up on the streets of New Sadla, joining the Dominion. Fighting their pointless wars. Training with you in the Demon Realm..." His tone trailed off at this. His eyes shown with renewed reverence for his master. Reverence, and something more. He could no longer deny the truth of his feelings. But Null sensed this was not the time to discuss such matters. They needed to determine what was happening to him, and why. But it was not a sense of panic that filled him at the thought of this strange transformation. It was a sense of purpose and direction unlike he'd ever experienced before. For once, Null felt as if he could take charge of the course of his destiny and not become another casualty of fate and time. Something pulled at his thoughts. "There's... something I need to do. Someone I need to speak with." He took a couple of steps closer to her, closing the distance between them. Close enough to feel the warmth radiate off his body to clash with the subtle cold that hummed from her own. "I... can't explain it, really. Just a feeling, you know? Master, if it should please you... I should like to return to the Demon Realm. I need to speak with him. Bahamut.
Something tells me he's not exactly... dead."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 6, 2019 10:23:31 GMT -5
ICE COLD Null seemed just as in shock by his new transformation as she did. While she marveled the man bathed in soft hues and the softest robes. He seemed like someone who lived lavishly; a stark contrast to the former Null. Perhaps his inner desires were finally set free? Perhaps now he was living up to his sins and making the most of his lifetime? Kuueru let out a sigh. Slender fingers clenched into a fist as she listened to the art that was his voice. His words danced inside her head and moved with a flurry that made it hard for her to keep up. She inhaled sharply as Null explained that all his memories were intact. All of them. She nodded, her smile letting the man know her relief. If the worst that came out of this ritual turned awry, she was glad it was just some magical makeover. Null took a few steps closer. His body heat melting into her space of icy comfort. She exhaled, inhaled, and retained her composure while he stuck question towards her. He wanted to return to the Demon Realm; but what he wanted was to speak to Bahamut, the demon wyrm he had defeated last visit to the realm. Kuueru paused, her eyes darting around wildly, while her arms did much the same. "Bahamut?!" Kuueru questioned. "Why would you want to go talk with him? Do you mean now?" Kuueru paused, before stumbling to the stocked bar provided with her room for the night. She quickly shuffled through the inventory, her eyes querying the selection before deciding on a soothing rose wine. She ripped the cork out using her mind alone, then she sipped at the chilled fruit. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the taste of the wine, it was sweet, still carried an attitude, and made most worries disappear, if only temporary. The demoness walked back around from the bar, her rear finding a barstool to rest on while she thought on his request. Surely, he wanted to ask something of the demon lord, perhaps even form a pact with him. She couldn't think of much else he would gain from the defeated dragon. "We can leave whenever," Another few hefty gulps and her bottle was half empty. She needed as much fuel for her teleportation. It was unfortunate only alcohol was in the room for her energy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2019 17:56:02 GMT -5
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed the most logical thing to do. Kuueru seemed shook at his proposition, questioning why he would want to go and speak with Bahamut, of all beings. It wasn't long ago that Null fought the great dragon and his pig demon minions, slaying them all in brutal fashion. Kuu's reaction, however, brought a soft smile to his lips. "You think I'm insane. I suppose I cannot fault you for that. Even I have to question my own judgment..." He glanced down at his hands. New hands. Bloodless hands. Hands that had a second chance—to make amends for the past, and build a better future. "...is it truly my own desire, or have your magics so warped my mind that all logic has abandoned me?" He chuckled. "Believe it or not, I believe it is the right thing to do. Bahamut is a great and powerful demon. Perhaps he has lived countless ages. We may not have seen eye to eye before, considering my entire purpose of entering his domain was to destroy him." Kuu drifted away as Null spoke, fetching for herself some wine. He watched her take several long swigs of the sweet nectar. As if steeling herself for what was to come. A sense of relief flooded through him as she relented to his request. Bringing his heels together, a fist pressed against his heart, Null bowed in a show of respect and gratitude. "It isn't possible for me to be even more in your depth than I already am, but I shall be, should you grant me this great favor." Stepping forward, his fingers brushed against her own as he took the bottle, tipping it back to his own lips. His slender adam's apple bobbed as he drank of the sweet wine, lowering the bottle and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "At your behest, I should like to leave as soon as possible to speak with him." His gaze grew pensive, his tone distant. "I'm not sure what awaits me there. But destiny is a fickle mistress—it would do us no good to ignore her most subtle of directives."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 7, 2019 18:43:45 GMT -5
ICE COLD Kuueru felt a bit annoyed with the man's lack of an explanation thus far, mostly because he managed to crack a smile every other minute. The woman listened however. It didn't matter how much he tried to pry at her nerves, she was a resilient woman.
"Don't blame my magics for everything. Especially it being a curse behind your lack of common sense." Kuueru sighed, her eyes looking out at the cityscape outside of her Earthling hotel. The night lights lulled her into a trance, and more alcohol began to taint her bones. "Don't speak of me taking you there as some great thing. It's not that taxing," She lied. Her sleep deprived eyes watching as Null brazenly took her bottle, and with it a sip of her sweet wine. It was dangerous. Dangerous to take from the hand that you already suck dry of gifts. Kuueru polished off the bottle, her brown leather boots clicking amongst the marble floors as she made her way to the center of the room. "One second, I'll get us there the fun way," Kuueru spoke, her long slender fingertips weaving throughout the air. The magics began to manifest, and slowly a tear in the dimension was created. The portal that was colors or purples and magenta grew bigger and bigger until it was wide enough for them both to pass. "All right then, we're all set mister eager." Kuueru chuckled before jumping through the portal. Once again, they would appear near the chapel-esque ruins that the pig demons called home. The stench of sulfur was immediate. Deep below the soils one would feel Bahamut, alas, he was still a bit lacking since his battle with Null. "Looks like he's cut down on security as well," Kuueru mumbled while scouting out the area. There were no demons of organization at least. Just tiny possessed bugs or bird creatures. Nothing that would lash out unless supremely desperate. "Damn though, I may have to go get a facial after this. I can't have you outshining me. Not with those pouty eyes and soft cloudlike hair!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2019 8:01:55 GMT -5
"Hmm, what was that?" The portal slipped closed behind him as Null slid through at the last moment, only catching the tail end of Kuu's words. She seemed exhausted, to say the least, and just a little bit grumpy. Null couldn't possibly imagine why. This was going to be a fun adventure, was it not? Flicking his long hair aside with a lazy flick of his wrist, he strolled forth toward the ruinous maze of crumbling walls and stone archways. It would not be difficult to find Bahamut—the demon seethed with rage and malice, no doubt for the Saiyan that defeated it. "This might get... dicey." He took in her tired eyes. "I'll make it quick, I promise. You look tired, Master. Perhaps, upon our return to the mortal world, I shall draw you a bath and order you a meal." He punctuated his generosity with a smile. A genuine smile, one borne of his utter devotion to Kuueru. "But first, destiny awaits."As if in response, a soft whimper drifted through the air. It wasn't uncommon in such a place as this—in this mad realm, the dying throes of a conquered enemy was commonplace. But this whimper was perhaps the most heart-wrenching, innocent thing he'd ever heard. Upon stepping around one of the broken pillars, he happened upon a small, furry creature. It had white fur, and an ever-changing number of tails—sometimes just one, other times it would plume into many, the tip of each as if it had been daubed in multi-colored paints. Much like his eyes. Null sensed a kinship in this creature. Squatting down, he gently beckoned with a finger. The poor thing was scared as it crawled forward, every move tentative as if it were preparing to dart away at any given moment. Null's charm seemed to work it over, and the moment his fingers scratched idly behind her ears, the creature purred with affection, scrambling up his arm to perch upon his shoulder. She was surprisingly light despite taking up the majority of space upon Null's broad shoulders. "She's an outcast, much like me. It's a grand assumption... but let's just say, I'm pretty good at discerning these things."How could he not be? He was mostly ostracized as a youth, and the tell tale signs were there. Now, they both had a new friend.
Down in the cavernous depths of the ruins, one could see the damage wrought from the great battle that had taken place there what felt like eons ago. So much had changed in such a short span of time. Null once sought the great wyrm as a prize to be conquered—now he sought him as an elder for counsel. Kibbler, as he'd affectionately dubbed his new familiar, seemed to shrink away at the ominous aura hidden within the swirling shadows. The only indication of Bahamut were the two icy pinpricks that shown in the surrounding darkness. It would be lying if he pretended it did not send a chill of fear up the length of his spine. Glancing once more at Kuu, as if seeking her permission to speak, Null addressed the being. "I have no right to ask you of anything... but, I don't suppose you were recently instructed to advise me, were you?" The only response was a rolling blue flame of volatile energy that swept forward, threatening to envelop them all!
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 8, 2019 22:42:14 GMT -5
ICE COLD It wasn't that Kuueru meant to display her exhaustion, nor her grumpiness. Still, fatigue was something that plagued even a woman like her. The demoness sighed, her cool breath reverberating off the air's normal temperatures and creating a slight frost. The demoness let the man speak his words, but all that he had on his mind was the possibility that things may get a bit troublesome. The woman let a hum fall from her lips at the thought of this being more than she bargained for. Alas, she persevered, her ears picking up his voice as they walked through the ruins, "Dicey. I mean, I think you are smoother with your words than you lead on. Show that old dragon what you're worth, Null," Kuueru whispered as they delved into the inner workings of Bahamut's tomb. It was a dusty and archaic place, but with them disturbing it only a few weeks prior, it was all the ready to be cleaned up again. "Don't worry about me, a bath, or a meal. While I appreciate your sentiment, I can take care of myself perfectly fine. I appreciate the sentiment, Null," Kuueru whispered, her sluggish body moving in the direction that Null lead. She didn't think much of it, but the boy promised her destiny. He promised her a future of unprecedented proportions. The woman obliged, her lagging feet shuffling behind. It was soon after that Null conjured the fox like being. His apprentice and sidekick in this cruel world. Kame knew how many others he had, but for now, this is what Null shared with her. She nodded quietly, her lavender eyes falling shut as they went on to the small creature. Kuueru looked to Kibbler for a moment before shrugging the thought of the familiar. So, the boy had been conjuring magic and summoning familiars now? Now wonder his soul was jarred and the mystical denied him. Kuueru chuckled under her breath while the pair explored the cavern just as they had weeks prior. Parts of the ruin were, erm, ruined by Null and the giant wyrm's fight. Though it was short lived, it was certainly entertaining.
"Why would I be instructed to advise you? I do this of my own free will. If that will change tomorrow however, I will be on to the next best thing. . . Still, that is an odd question," Kuueru answered coldly, her sullen eyes looking towards the immaculate Null before she pulled at the hem of her sweater idly. The woman's attire said she had spent her earlier night enjoying dinner and drinks, something much more casual than Galactic Empire uniforms or out of style tunics. "Hurry up, do what you came to do, then let us leave this place, I don't have time to spare," Kuueru bellowed towards the man with a stern brow. She kept her seriousness in her body language and marked it solidly with her words and tone. The demoness wanted to maintain her calm and collected demeanor for luck. Usually when she was confident, things always went as planned. "Why do you ask such a question though? Who would have instructed me to advice you?" Kuueru asked with a quizzical look. She was curious of what inner workers were around her instructing another, still, only time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 20:53:28 GMT -5
He did not answer her right away. In truth, Kuu would not have been satisfied with his cryptic response. The words began to spill forth from his lips, yet faltered as the entire cavern seemed to tremble. Amidst the shadows, an even darker form loomed. The sound of thundering steps filled the cavernous space, echoing off the slick stone walls. The ground shook with each heavy step. An ominous, oppressive aura filled the air, draping a heavy blanket of dread over the expanse of the underground cave. Bahamut was coming. Kibbler seemed frightened. She displayed a new ability Null wasn't aware she possessed, shrinking in size until she fit into the palm of his hand, scrambling between the folds of his clothing to hide within them, a trembling bundle of fear close to his side. Null narrowed his gaze, taking a step back, then another. With a wave of his hand, a magical barrier shimmered to life around himself and Kuu. "Something tells me he won't be a talkative mood." As if in response to this, a mighty bellow filled the air, shaking sediment from the ceiling as it fell in dusty plumes. Tiny fissures beneath their feet widened in response, steaming clouds of sulfur spilling into the air all around them. The darkness seemed to part before them. And through the haze emerged Bahamut, his eyes two icy pinpricks of blue flame. Snarling down his snout at the pair of them. "To think you would disturb my domain yet again. Your hubris knows no bounds, mortal.""Then allow me to cut right to the chase." Null stepped forward, careful to meet the demon's gaze. He could not show fear, despite how it brimmed to the surface within him. "I propose a pact with you, oh great Wyrm of Desolation. The mighty Bahamut, conqueror of ruins, enslaver of demons." He glanced briefly at Kuu, unsure if this were the right course of action, though guided by a sense of intuition nonetheless. "I implore you, oh great one... fulfill a humble servant's request."
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 10, 2019 15:57:58 GMT -5
ICE COLD Null hesitated to answer the woman right away. That was fine. Perhaps the man enjoyed being the edgy silent type? She scoffed at the thought as they trailed through tight corridors, cobweb filled caverns, and questionable architecture. The demoness trailed behind on this mission in fact. Kuueru preferred to let her student work out his problems, and training, on his own. While she liked to think she knew the man after their month expenditure in the Demon Realm. Yes, they certainly knew a lot more about one another; but people are dynamic, everchanging creatures. What might once have pleased someone, might disgust them now. In the blink of an eye, the rage-filled Saiyan shifted to a mild-mannered haughty man. She chuckled under her breath, her tired eyes chirping to life at the sound of Bahamut's rage. Finally, they had met the basement level, which by the way, felt as if it may collapse at any moment. "What makes you say that?" Kuueru sarcastically scoffed in his direction after mentioning the great demon lord might not want to chitchat. Of course, he didn’t, he was perfectly content doing Kame knows what in the dark corner. Still, Bahamut's voice boomed across the enclosed area. Kuueru stood there, the most unamused look on her face that she could muster. Alas, she waved a hand and urged Null to go on with his business. Boy did he. "What. . ." A deadpan stare shot towards the white-haired man. He spoke highly of the demon wyrm, in fact, almost glorified the creature he had beat near to death weeks before. A demonic pact? He thinks Bahamut would agree with such a thing? He was insane, yes, quite kooky. Kuueru looked into the pleading eyes of Null, he was practically begging for guidance. She chuckled and walked towards the alabaster man's side. From there she focused an absolute glare at Bahamut. Almost like a showdown between two wild animals. He snorted in annoyance, and Kuueru released her icy might throughout the room. Bahamut buckled back for a moment. "He did beat you, and spare you bud. I think you owe him a pact, besides, how often do you think he would actually need ya?" Kuueru chuckled and took a step towards the winged demon. "So, wanna make a demonic pact, get a taste of the mortal realm, destroy some enemies." Kuueru snorted, her eyes half rolling back into her skull that the demon thought he had a choice.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2019 21:44:09 GMT -5
He was grateful for Kuu’s help. Without it, Bahamut may have tried to kill him again. With his head bowed in false contrition—for how could a Saiyan warrior feel bereft at conquering such a powerful foe at that?—he felt more than saw her icy aura flow forth, knowing Kuu had taken her demon form. She was beautifully glorious in such a form, and having felt both her shinjin and demon auras, Null could not help but to bask further in her glow. Though she had begun to treat him unfavorably, it did not halt his admiration of her. Rising to his full height, his cool gaze questioned Bahamut. The great dragon seemed to weigh his options. While he may have tried to slay Null, he knew it to be a foolish gambit to deny the powerful demoness. Thank the gods she was on his side. But Null suspected Kuueru’s loyalty lay in the ever shifting tides of her mood. “Very well.” The great dragon snorted, a plume of blue flame escaping his mottled snout. “But know this—the moment I get the opportunity to devour you, I will take it. For no mortal can hope to command the strength of a demon such as I without consequence.” “And we shall observe such consequences when and if such a time arises.” Another derisive snort. Bahamut turned, the ground trembling as he stomped back into the shelter of the encroaching shadows that swirled about the caverns. “Do not disturb me without good reason again.” “Of course.” With a smirk, Null turned to face Kuu, hands held in the air as he shrugged. “Yet again, you’ve come through for me. I fear at this rate, even in death, I shall owe you my allegiance.” His smile faded, and a look of worry crossed his handsome features. “Will you speak plainly now, Master? Something ails you. What is it?” He drank in her tired eyes and listless disposition—a stark contrast to the woman who’d nursed him to health just hours earlier. “I should like to know what troubles you…”
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Feb 12, 2019 19:16:39 GMT -5
ICE COLD Kuueru was a bit irritated. Not at anyone or anything, but her perfect evening of relaxation being interrupted. Her shoulders slumped defeatedly. The demoness took a few click clacking steps towards the middle of the chamber. From there her crimson gaze set forth on this Bahamut who still had a bit of contest in him yet. Alas, she would help her pupil regardless of her personal feelings towards him ripping her away from that full body massage and endless room service. Kuueru took a moment to drunkenly reflect upon most of her nights lately. Her sins were catching up. The woman drank too much, gorged herself on overpriced meals, and hardly slept. Something like adrenaline must have been keeping the demoness going. The vigor of living amongst mortals, feeling their miniscule problems versus a demon's. Alas, Null sought after the demonic and mystical arts. Not only did he dive in headfirst, now he was digging a bigger hole. Making pacts with demons? This was some higher-level integration. Bahamut came as quickly as he came. Settling on taking the pact instead of dealing with the demoness's fury at this hour. The woman smiled, turned towards her comrade and waved a hand as she spoke. "There ya have it I guess. Don't talk about allegiances like that. As much as you profess this master and student thing, I still don't see it that way. . ." Kuueru mumbled towards the Saiyan dressed in delicate and intricate robes. Her tired eyes scanned him up and down before she shifted back to her pink-haired disguise. Her friend suddenly shifted. He began badgering her with questions, assuming that there was something wrong with the woman. She sighed, her shoulders shrugging and her animated expression displaying confusion. "Haha, I'm all right, just a bit tired I suppose. I've been staying out too much, drinking more than that." Kuueru spoke. Perhaps she was a glutton for the good life that the Empire provided her, or perhaps she was completely unsure of how to handle her desires to kill and cause uprising. She thought she had been containing the demonic nature that she carried for so very long, but since she left the Demon Realm with Null prior, she hadn't been the same. "We should head back, if. . . you got what you needed." Kuueru suggested with a sheepish smile.
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