Post by Cam on Aug 16, 2018 13:39:25 GMT -5
Nightmares. So many nightmares. Drowning, he felt like he was drowning in blood. One second his vision was in the healing factor tank he currently was soaking in, the next moment his vision was flooded with a hellish landscape. Visions of the future, or of a place that no person should ever be condemned to. He saw visions of warriors fighting against fiends and monstrosities, many falling, but those that didn't strike down the evil creatures only for even greater evils to rise. The first ones had been to separate the wheat from the Chaff, "Give. Me. Control." A voice ordered in Cam's mind. Then again, the words came in a deep, frustrated voice, "Give. Me. CONTROL!" A pain wracking through the emperor's mind, visions of earth, of strange people with lavender and purple skin, of people with blue skin and red eyes. Of battles that ravaged the planet, then every planet across the galaxy.
Demons. He didn't know how, but Cam knew this was the presence and power of a demon. The legends of Kabochans taking power from the Makaioshen and it had made them as a species stronger. It allowed total control of his energy, but in that advanced wisdom and deeper cognition of the galaxy and even the universe allowed a door to the energies of other world. Demons were waiting on the other side. Dark bargains and pacts had been struck by his ancestors for power, and now the Makiaoshen that had granted it so long ago was trying to take control of Cam as a pawn. "No!" A surge of energy given off by Cam's body shattered the healing tank he was in. The custodian that had been panicking about the suddenly weird readings screamed and fled the room, calling for guards. Lines began to cross Cam's skin, trying to bind the emperor, he was the first worthy vessel on a Makaioshen in several centuries and now it was time to cash in. Though Cam resisted, the aura of power, the lines of binding halting in their advance across his skin, being repressed, "You dare resist?" A voice asked in his mind, "Fine then." The entity on the other side uttered in his mind. His words caused Cam to break into a cold sweat as they entered his mind.
He had to run.
He dressed quickly, armor and a pack of weapons taken with him. He didn't give anyone any time to follow when a blacked out space pod ejected from the side of the flagship, hurtling towards earth. The Makaioshen wanted to use him to destroy earth first, then the galaxy. To sow chaos and destruction on every mortal race, and Cam had for now, resisted, though he could feel the presence even as he flew through the sky, a nail scratching at his skin, a blur on the edge of his periphery that never focus and come and go, he knew the presence was attached to him, even if he ran, though perhaps distance would weaken it. In truth Cam didn't know, but he knew his time was limited.
He had to find those people, the enemies of the Makaioshen, perhaps they had the answers and could help Cam break the pact, or at least maintain control of himself while under it. Anything less wouldn't suffice. "This is your emperor," Cam said as he hit a transmission button on his pod, "Coca, I'm headed to earth. Send the Megalomania after me, the crew needs to sweep earth," he explained, Coca standing on the bridge of the famed war cruiser sighed softly, "Why are we doing this? We need to defend--" And then she and everyone else hear the noises of Cam writhing in pain under the curse. He was being tortured by the demon's mark on his body. The bindings creeping over his skin, sharp, tribal looking angular marks that seared at his skin, "I can feel your concentration breaking," the voice uttered, "Soon." Redoubling his effort Cam lidded his eyes, breathing as he closed the transmission. So much ki burned in his veins, it was too much energy for him to handle, if he didn't find a way soon it would overcome him. He would become a Makaioshen's puppet. An avatar for his presence to manifest in on the material world. Five minutes later and a minute after that, both Cam and the Megalomania were arriving upon earth. His pod crashing into the wilderness, Cam was quick to pop out, "Comb the planet," he ordered, "Every scan you have. We're looking for the Kaioshen."
WC: 763 (+1,200 Zeni, +150 PL) Tora
Demons. He didn't know how, but Cam knew this was the presence and power of a demon. The legends of Kabochans taking power from the Makaioshen and it had made them as a species stronger. It allowed total control of his energy, but in that advanced wisdom and deeper cognition of the galaxy and even the universe allowed a door to the energies of other world. Demons were waiting on the other side. Dark bargains and pacts had been struck by his ancestors for power, and now the Makiaoshen that had granted it so long ago was trying to take control of Cam as a pawn. "No!" A surge of energy given off by Cam's body shattered the healing tank he was in. The custodian that had been panicking about the suddenly weird readings screamed and fled the room, calling for guards. Lines began to cross Cam's skin, trying to bind the emperor, he was the first worthy vessel on a Makaioshen in several centuries and now it was time to cash in. Though Cam resisted, the aura of power, the lines of binding halting in their advance across his skin, being repressed, "You dare resist?" A voice asked in his mind, "Fine then." The entity on the other side uttered in his mind. His words caused Cam to break into a cold sweat as they entered his mind.
He had to run.
He dressed quickly, armor and a pack of weapons taken with him. He didn't give anyone any time to follow when a blacked out space pod ejected from the side of the flagship, hurtling towards earth. The Makaioshen wanted to use him to destroy earth first, then the galaxy. To sow chaos and destruction on every mortal race, and Cam had for now, resisted, though he could feel the presence even as he flew through the sky, a nail scratching at his skin, a blur on the edge of his periphery that never focus and come and go, he knew the presence was attached to him, even if he ran, though perhaps distance would weaken it. In truth Cam didn't know, but he knew his time was limited.
He had to find those people, the enemies of the Makaioshen, perhaps they had the answers and could help Cam break the pact, or at least maintain control of himself while under it. Anything less wouldn't suffice. "This is your emperor," Cam said as he hit a transmission button on his pod, "Coca, I'm headed to earth. Send the Megalomania after me, the crew needs to sweep earth," he explained, Coca standing on the bridge of the famed war cruiser sighed softly, "Why are we doing this? We need to defend--" And then she and everyone else hear the noises of Cam writhing in pain under the curse. He was being tortured by the demon's mark on his body. The bindings creeping over his skin, sharp, tribal looking angular marks that seared at his skin, "I can feel your concentration breaking," the voice uttered, "Soon." Redoubling his effort Cam lidded his eyes, breathing as he closed the transmission. So much ki burned in his veins, it was too much energy for him to handle, if he didn't find a way soon it would overcome him. He would become a Makaioshen's puppet. An avatar for his presence to manifest in on the material world. Five minutes later and a minute after that, both Cam and the Megalomania were arriving upon earth. His pod crashing into the wilderness, Cam was quick to pop out, "Comb the planet," he ordered, "Every scan you have. We're looking for the Kaioshen."
WC: 763 (+1,200 Zeni, +150 PL) Tora
