The black, iron box. A great heavy, weighted Chamber unlike anything else in the recesses of MARK I's mind. Lines of malicious code, a fire wall, and even forced souls now patrolled the box itself. Providing this single thing protection from nearly anything in existence. Anything except Amatricina.

The souls cowered and ran at the sight of her. He honeyed words and subterfuge having won out this day, in the background the entity known as "POPS" could been seen. He did nothing, sounded no alarm, he simply seemed to watch with a quiet reservation. His presence being everywhere, at once, in this plane but not within.

Within this room was a segregation of something the Demon Queen might find confusing. There lay before her two separate rooms within the heavily guarded iron vault she'd so causally penetrated without so much as a casual stroll.

Each room seemed to defy logic as they contained within them seemingly limitless spaces of their own. Though she would have a three hundred and sixty degree, third person view of both if she so chooses, her position outside of them granting her insight and vision to them as if she were a god in two places at once. One room lead to a house. A beautiful suburban home in some lovely neighborhood. It was earth. A flooding of joy, love, and compassion filled the room. All the noblest of emotions lay tied to this home. It was safety, peace, and security all at once. A toaster dinged in the background as the sounds of a young girls laughter echoed throughout the halls.

In this room, condensed into one powerful area lay hope, the most powerful of human emotions, at least for John.

Here Amatricina would find a picture frame of a family of three. The Prescot's.

One Johnathan Nathaniel Prescot, engaged to a Dr. Danielle. Together with John's step daughter. Suzie. The two women could be seen working on complicated machinery, both of them technical experts, the mother casually explaining the intricacies of bio-mechanical engineering to a mischievous daughter.



The room could hardly be interacted with. And it constantly faded from one image to another. Powerful memories contained here. The smell of a honeyed & sweet vanilla lotion hung in the air whenever Dr. Danny, as the women was known moved around.

Seasons passed in seconds as Amatricina would be privy to the couples most intimate of moments until eventually one day everything seemed to change. It would not be hard for Amatricina to piece together that something had happened. The Mortal John had apparently given his life in the defense of other before being saved by his fiancee, turning him into the hero known formerly as VE-e3.
He wore a ridiculous get up, blue boots and a home made stitched together uniform seemingly made by a child. It was made by a child. His hero uniform was of bright colors, it was a bombastic creation meant to demand attention and he wore it with pride in his day.

Little Suzie played along, pretended not to notice or care that her step-father was no longer entirely human, it wasn't sure which. But any casual observer could see in the memories that is was hard on Danny.

Though by now MARK I, and subsequently John had figured it out, he lived for a short time either in denial or in ignorance of this fact. The Bunny A.I eventually even came into play. She was like a motherly figure to V3. Constantly guiding his actions, his subroutines, keeping him safe, and ignorant as she perhaps aided his brain in suppressing the immense trauma of his death.

The room eventually faded away. Leaving traces of warm, comfortable feelings in the air. One could stay here, rest here, live here and never have a care in the world. Never feel alone or afraid. This is what home felt like to John. This is what family meant to him, his family, and it is why he fought. It is why he became a hero in the first place. Risking his own personal haven so that others may hopefully get the chance to experience the same.

It wasn't that he wanted to. It is that he felt obligated to. Because only he had the strength to do so. It was his self sworn duty to protect these people.

The other room was at seemed to be a copy of the first. However, upon further inspection one could tell that something was wrong, horribly wrong. Here was MARK I's interpretation of the first room, that much was clear by the lines of code and writing on the walls. MARK I did not, could not, failed to understand these feelings of joy, of love, and belonging. Ever since he'd entered this universe he had never once even come close to experiencing these emotions on his own, he was instead created or force into this world by an act of betrayal, his own universe imploding in on itself as he managed to make it here. His mind simply seemed unable to understand how he could achieve the same happiness. How could it be possible to have these in an unforgiving universe in which all things constantly tried to kill you.

This was a corrupted version of the first. A dark inversion of itself. Here were the same characters only this time they spoke in the voices of all who had feared and tried to kill MARK I.

A voice spoke out in the background. It the voice of a man, a scientist. Jacob Gains, the scientist who had accidentally forced an opening into a universe, allowing MARK I to emerged and latch onto V3 where he would gains

The voice spoke out about natural selection and how mankind was held back by its own population. How the sick and weak, and the stupid did not deserve to occupy the same space. Society deserved better and nature demanded better. They would die, overcome by saiyans, monsters or worse if something wasn't done about it and done soon.

This was a nightmare room. Aliens, Saiyans, Demons and Xenos of all kinds constantly flooded the room, killing, murdering and performing unspeakable act of violence and horror onto the family, and others. The entire neighborhood, city, and soon the earth would be overwhelmed by this invasion of death and debauchery.

This represented personal fears and in this room, surprisingly, was where MARK I's deepest fears lay. Simulation after simulation revealed the ultimate destruction of mankind. Unless he saved them, unless they saved them. Mankind would never survive against so many overpowered, advanced races, his family, no..their family's lives were at stake. MARK I had nearly given up on any semblance of happiness for himself but for others he felt there may yet still be hope..

In this "basement" of this mirror house was the mental prison/cage in which MARK I kept John

It became apparent that MARK I had placed him here as a constant reminder of what was at stake. A constant place of torture and death that John would watch play out over and over again, or listen to from the basement. Though it seemed that for now, all was still all was quiet. For mysterious reasons it seemed MARK I had ceased the nightmares, though it was possible the Automaton was not fully in control of them, he did clearly have some influence over this realm.

V3 knelt silently as he attempted to recompose himself. When the Demons arms wrapped around him. He froze.

There was a warmth to her that couldn’t be describe. A comfort in being held by another for the first time since memory could serve. A feeling of safety and bliss wrapped around him as she held him close, arousal, shock, fear, and a anxiety all hit him at once.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Nothing here is real. He thought to himself as the Demon began to speak.

"Maybe you should embrace those bad habits... Perhaps they were always there, but you never acted on them until now."

Her words penetrated his ear like a hot bullet fired into butter. He wasn't expecting this. How could he.

"Amatricina!" Johns words rushed out of him like a breath escapes a man when he's punched in the stomach. He gasped, not knowing what to do for a moment as she pulled him in tightly.

Her chest was soft, welcoming. It was a place of comfort and a great many more things.
She traced his backside with her fingers. It tingled in ways he wouldn't have expected.

"It hurts, doesn't it Johnny?" He was still in shock, half expecting this to be a ruse, the other half not knowing what to do. Could he fight her? Was this really even her? Why was she here?

A lump of lust began to form itself, His manlier half now betraying him. He didn't even know he could still do that. How long had it been?

"NO! STOP IT!" John thought to himself but the words wouldn’t come out.

"I must. Say. No. To this.." He thought to himself. His body still paralyzed by the rush of emotions and sensations that had hit him all at once.

"Tell me of your pain. Weep, all your tears. Let out all the hurt inside you, I am here for you darling."



"everything. Hurts.." He finally said to her. Resisting the urge to toss her aside and punch her in the gut. Fighting would likely be pointless here. He doubted she was actually here. Doubted she had anything really to offer him, besides more torment an anguish.

Still he decided he might as well enjoy the feeling of a women, while he still could. He could not have imagine that he'd forgotten what it was like. To be held. To be loved. Of course it was likely a facade, it had to be, but despite himself. Despite his shame and anger, despite his feelings of hatred towards this evil women. His body yearned for something like this. He could not move his arms. Could not rise to his feet.

"You'll use me. That's all you want. You'll use me like everyone else. Leave me alone. I don't want to be played with. I know your games, you're an evil women. You just want to use me like you want to use MARK I. He of course means nothing to you, and if I weren't stuck here you wouldn't waste a minute on someone like me.."

As he spoke he began to feel his strength returning to him. Began to remember his purpose. He didn't fight for himself. Did not do this for fame or glory. He did it for them he did it for....

"No!!" John cried out as the Demon Queen kissed him slightly. He grasped her by the waist with a surprising amount of strength. Even in his beaten and battered state, even though it was his very soul or psychic avatar he seemed to have the strength of a hundred men as he gripped onto the Demons waist tightly, pushing her off of him with a force no mere man could ever manage.

Her kiss haunted him. It stung at his core. This thing was a corrosive acid on his face. Anger rose within him it was..self loathing. The kiss was wanted. His souls could not hide the fact that he desperately wanted another, wanted more. It would now become apparent to her that this was the very source of MARK I's lust. Indeed the two were tied when it came to emotions as V3 would be the source of MARK I's emotions, the Machine on its own likely being incapable of any emotions without John.

Shamed washed over him like a midnight wave. He wanted her gone. He thought of Dr. Danny, feeling like he had betrayed her, like he had lost his honor.

"Please. Just leave! You shouldn't be here. MARK I does not want you here. I do not want you here!" His eyes ignited with a radiance for a brief moment. A threat? Or just posturing?

Johns stance was not overly aggressive but it was not submissive either. He did not think he even could fight in here not her but consider it he would.

"You don't know what this is like. You couldn't imagine. You act like you know everything, like the world owes you something and like you can just use everybody around you but you can't! It ain't right lady! And just because your pretty don't mean You'll get anything from me!" He yelled at her. Finger raised in defiance.

He wasn't sure what would happen next, wasn't sure how should would react.

He wasn't sure even of how he felt about this. All of this. Though one thing was sure. He felt something. Something shameful and he hated himself for it.

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His jaw clenched tight from the immense, stinging pressure. Pain rung out, like a bell in his head as the Demoness' presented him with his ultimatums.
"where was MARK?" He thought to himself? This shouldn’t be happening.
"Freedom?" He thought to himself. Had she really come to offer him freedom? She did not seem to like the Titan, she even admitted as much. V3 had a hard time arguing with her logic in his own mind, not that he could express his arguments vocally anyways. Her grip trapping his tongue in his mouth like vice grip. Weight of her hands felt so real he swore he could feel his teeth start to crack.

Summoning strength he did not know he even had he reached up towards her. His hand clenched shut around her own wrist. It clamped shut like an mechanical jaw. Prying her hand away from his throat with a slow, grinding effort.

"Give up?.." He spoke as he attempted to clear his throat.

"I haven't GIVEN UP?!" His aura flared, a white color flowing through him. His muscles began to swell to their original fullness. His strength following suit as he freed himself of her oppressive grip.

It had been a long, long time since he'd had to use his own strength. It felt good. His emotions written all over his face and in his soul. He wanted this. To fight a demon, not just a demon but a demon lord. Here and now. He wanted to feel like a hero again.

"I have been fighting to escape every second of every day. Just because you don't see it, just because I am broken doesn't mean I am finished!"
Something was wrong. He spoke but his words lack the conviction he'd meant them to have.

He hesitated before he spoke again, his aura flickering on and off Spastically as if he had struggled to keep it going. He was out of practice. Unable to bring his full strength to bare.

"Have you ever considered lady that maybe the reason your people are all in their own bad spot is because maybe they were bad to begin with? We got a place like that her on earth, it's called prison! And bad people go there and since your people have been there have they even tried to better themselves? Have you may be TRIED being nice?! Or like decent? From what I hear you would rather go through all this trouble of showing up here and killing a bunch of people than just changing the way ya'll act."

His back straightened, cracking as he corrected his posture and lowered his body into a boxers stance.

"I choose my own path. I am going to defeat you right here right now!" He yelled, flaring his aura again as he did so.

"I am going to tie you up and I am going to trap you in here with me! I am not going to let you trick me into being freed from one tyrant just to end up trapped and under the control of another Tyrant! I don't care that you're all smarter than me and talk all fancy and good. Now put your hands up lady, I won't hit a pretty women that's not ready for it!"


He lunged forward with as much speed as as he could manage. Thrusting his fist outward towards the center of her horned crown. Impact or no he would quickly turn his hips mid-air, using the momentum of his jump to slam a roundhouse kick into the demoness' sides before attempting to pivot on a single foot that touched the ground, maneuvering to her side, brushing up close to her as he attempted to wrapped his arms around her wide hips, tightening his grip and suplexing her into the ground behind him.

His feet shuffled him backwards and into position as he spoke.

"I am going to make you free me! Or I am going to die fighting you. I won't let trade my life so knowing you will walk away with my soul either way. I would just end up a pawn either way! This ends here! LETS DO THIS!!" He roared at her now. His blood, even his actual psychical body begging to pump adrenaline into his system!

He had to win. He had no other choice. He would stop her here and now or she would kill him and he would hopefully take The MARK I with him, straight to hell.

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John Stood no more than three meter from his enemy as she began to take in a deep breath, light pooling around him and funneling into her mouth. He was tired, far to tired already. Something was wrong. He could feel his limbs start to get heavier and heavier with each breath.

"No..no" He thought to himself. It is way too early in the game to be this tired.

He hit her, hard, harder than he had meant to if he was being honest but still it seemed to do nothing. She shrugged it off as if he were nothing. When her mouth opened he knew he was in trouble. He tried to rush out of the way, flipping his body in a tight left turn, the move being surprisingly quick and nimble for him. It didn't take much for the demon lord to tilt her head in the last second and blast him center mass.

Her attack left a gaping scorch mark on his chest. It burned away at his skin, the pain and shock wave nearly causing him to fall off the platform. He didn't mind it so much. He hadn't even tried to block in the split seconds before it impacted. In truth, he didn’t care all that much. Hate flowed through him as she managed to prepare her next attack.

Twin beams of searing energy rushed towards him, another of her attacks looking to make a mark on him. He gritted his teeth, allowing his rage and hate to build up within him until he finally extended his arms before him and produced a massive beam of energy from the palms of his hands. Not just one, not two but several dozen rays of radiant power, they completely consumed the demoness' own twin beams as he overwhelmed them, his power flowing out of him like a raging river.

"Lady!" He said in response to her, attempting to buy himself some small amount of time to catch his breath.

"You CAN'T just go around doing whatever you want! Look, FUCK these Kais, err who ever these people are. You can't just only follow whatever rules you guys make up and not play nice with others, that is why you end up in hell or whatever? Does that make sense? In the short time I have met you you have done nothing nice to no one, not a one person. You talk about people and things, these Kai guys like what you're gonna do to them and how wrong they are but again you're just doing whatever you want. You can't just do whatever you want, don't matter who you are. Other people have rights too!"

He clenched his fist together. He could feel his muscles aching and burning from within. It was as if he was melting from the inside.


"I have to finish this quickly!" He thought to himself as he lowered his stance. He placed his weight behind himself as he launched his body into the women, attempting to knock her over with the entire force of his weight and might.

Should he succeed the pair would roll around for a moment until he attempted to take an opening, mounting himself onto her, pinning her by the wrist.


"Let's see if this works...HAAAA!!!!" His eyes would glow a faint green for a moment should his pinning maneuver succeed. Luminescent, magical chains, wrapped upon magical columns, which materialized out of nowhere, thick heavy constructs he'd created with his mind with the intent to hold her down.

"Justice!" One of the columns read on their side. "Righteousness" the other read.

"behold demon! The pillars of good!" Leaping up to his feat he would wrap the ends of the chains around his arms as he began to pull the Demoness' into an upright position, tightening the slack of chains until he could prop her up, hopefully trapping her here.

He breathed heavily as he did so, his strong muscular arms beginning to pour in sweat as he pulled the chains tighter and tighter.


"These are Chains that are based on an individual's sin! They are as strong as one is evil and corrupt! With someone like you they should be near unbreakable! Now you and I will be stuck here! No more demon to terrorize the innocent or manipulate MARK I, not unless you free us both! Of kill the Machine! Either way lady, we're in this together! If MARK goes we go!"

John was guessing. He didn't know how this all exactly worked but it was a hope and he needed that right now more than anything.

"You want me to give up! You're gonna have to kill me!" He roared at her again, his muscles pulsating and tensing up as he did so. He ignored the pain, ignored the fatigue, this would be his heroic moment, his last brave act. It ends here.

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"Who creates the rules if not those strong enough to enforce them..."

"Good people do good to others! That what it means to be good! It’s not because somebody holds a gun to you er nuttin! I'm sorry you're people had it rough lady, I really am but give it a rest. You gotta know there's a better way to live than just beating people up because they don't listen to you!"

V3's arms almost fell limp as they started to shrivel. Energy pouring out of him like sweat, into his foes mouth. His heart, his human heart began to beat with exhaustion as he carried on desperately beyond his limits. He struggled to maintain his footing as he held the chains tight against her body, adrenaline pumping through his system, and likely throughout MARK I's by now.

Fear, he could feel his skin began to crawl. Could feel his pupils dilated as he fought onward for every breath. He wanted to stop, wanted to give up. He felt as if every limb was on fire. Felt as if his arms and legs were made of stone as he moved. Every movement taking maximum effort and concentration as he felt the weight of his doubt begin to weight him down.

6; The chained end slammed dead center into John's chest, the force of which forced him backwards as he held onto the other set of chains.

5; "Aghh!!" He roared in pain as he reached out with a free hand, grasping onto the chains, the red hot end steaming as it made contact with his hand. He tightened his grip on it as it steamed, the pain beyond recognition. His eyes took on the quality of a grim determination. An unyielding glare as he stared the demon queen dead in her eyes. The look conveyed a simple message as he bit his lip and gritted his teeth. "I'm. Not. Done" He seemed to say.

4; He swung the chains around with enough force to rip them free of her hands if she wasn't careful. With a massive effort he mentally commanded to chains to take on an elastic quality as he stepped back and used the tension to spring himself forward towards her, like a sling shot.

3; He lead with his forehead, attempting to place the full force of his momentum behind his thick skull, he would slam into her crown, attempting to shatter the horns. Hit or miss the force of his blow would be enough to topple the massive pillar of righteousness that held her up. He quickly rolled past her and onto his feet, summoning the chains towards him, they wrapped around his muscular arms as if they had a mind of their own, unbreakable chains, weapons to battle sin.

2; Swinging his arms wide against the pain of one searing hot chain he attempted to wrap them around her legs and waist, channeling his power into the chains themselves. To her surprised they would take on a golden white quality, overpowering her molten enchantment despite doing nothing to lessen the pain of his arms.



1; Whether she was constricted or not V3 would next attempt to lift her up over his head and slam her body into the ground with a herculean force. The Condensed Ki within the chains ignited upon contact with the stone facade of a platform upon which they stood over. Steeping over her body, unsure of whether or not his slam would or even could hurt the demon he lifted the Pillar of Righteousness over his head, his arms shook with fatigue, nearly faltering under the weight of his construct.

He took a deep breath and contracted his abdomen with maximum effort as he moved to bring down the massive pillar over the demons body, it would shatter on impact, breaking apart into a million pieces against the force of his slam.

0; Dust filled the air, a fine white powder nearly engulfing his figure. The golden glow of his searing chain illuminating the air around him, outlining his muscled silhouette for the demon to see. He walked over to her body, stumbling slightly as he did so before leaping into the air and tucking his hand into his sides as he spun. His body executed an quintuple,three hundred and sixty degree turns within a single second as he brought the chains near him, increasing the amount of centrifugal force, allowing his body to spin faster at higher speeds before suddenly breaking out in his attack.

His arms extended as the chains swung in a wide arching path towards the demon queen. They would slam into her with the enough force to cut through a small moon, severing the satellite into two clean pieces. The chains made a wicked path towards her mid-section, fully capable of smashing into her abdomen and possibly knocking the wind right out of her lunges or breaking her meditation, even if only for the briefest of moments.

John's body landed hard against the ground as he followed through with his attack, placing his weight fully behind every blow. He slid across the floor and tumbled towards the edge of the platform, nearly sledding off into the abyss. The chains fell free, coming undone and slipping from his grasps as he slide, losing within in them all the stored energy he had invested into the.

He was out of breath and struggled to speak every word that came out of his mouth, breathing heavily at the beginning and end of each sentence.

"You're...so..strong. I wish. You would think of all the people you could help Ama.. Please. Think about it. Maybe if we helped people, starving children..poor parents...the sick and old..If these Kai guys saw that you could change... If you just...put in this much effort. We could make the world a better place..There's enough death in the world already. In the universe. Enough chaos.."

He reached to raise his torso and lift himself from the ground, struggling to get up, barely making it onto a knee as he rose. He stared at the demon. There was seriousness in his eyes. He wanted to stop. He was scared, he missed his family. He didn't want to die anymore, but he was struggling, he was failing. But in his eyes there laid a strength and no sign of surrender. He was willing to push, willing to fight.

"Whatever it takes" He whispered under his breath. "Whatever it cost me! I will stop you. You're not leaving here. Until you change. I won't give up on you. If you can change, than anybody can change.."

He spoke but failed to raise to his feet as he did. Falling back onto a knee. He took a moment to try and catch his breath.

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Nothing he did seemed to make a difference. Despite his massive effort the Demon seemed to toy with him, he knew that. Though she seemed to have sustained minor damage throughout there fight, she acted now as if the fight was over. Like a hungry tinder date in front of the microwave, disappointed in the night's activities, and in the meal to come, watching, waiting. Johnny knew that look, he knew it well.

Flashes of his fight with Unit 15 raced across his mind.

The mental images of that harrowing battle that had happened so long ago flashed across the sky. It was that one battle that seemed to define the hero's life. No single event could have made more of an impact on his life he mused, besides maybe his near death.. In that fight John had done everything he could against a foe that far outclassed him, far outmatched him and yet he'd managed to stop him.

The memories however haunted him. The fight having taken a toll on his psyche, damaging him on a deep emotional, psychological level. His heart raced, his palms sweat, and his heart began to beat like a wardrum. One hundred and ninety beats per minute.

[http://dbzrpg.freeforums.net/thread/6145/unit-15-origin-ve-e3]

POPs floated into view just outside the battle. He was dressed in a style that mimic a business man's attire. Hovering into view like one of many Ghostly Apparitions.

"Ahem.." He said as he cleared his throat.

"My apologies for the interruption, master John, Lady Amatricina.." His form gave way to a curt bow as he spoke.

His form seemed to flicker in and out of existence as he spoke, the magical energies in the area clearly disrupting his electronic, holographic nature.

"Master MARK I has tasked me with reporting upon the nature of VE-e3's condition..I see that.." He raised his hand to his mouth as he spoke, taking a minute to compose his thoughts, if such an intelligence even truly needed to do such things. His mannerisms perfectly mimicking that of a man afraid or worried, despite that fact that the POP's A.I was clearly incapable of either.

Despite this he seemed to do something unexpected. Taking the demon's side, in place of his master.

"It seems the magical disturbances have made it to difficult for me to make an accurate assessment of this situation. Clearly the Queen of all Demons would never come to caress or show affection to such a being and it is highly unlikely that that same being would give one such as her any trouble..."

He paused again, removing hand from mouth.

"In a few moments my master may decide to search within his vault himself. This possibility, I would place near the sixty-percentile.."

POPS eye'd the pair with a strange look as he watched the demon and the man. He could feel his vital signs faltering from the stress, he knew the MARK I would eventually look into these signs s the battle in the outside world nearly reached it logical conclusion.

"..Mi'lday.." He whispered to the demon, his programming able to mute his words from the likes of V3.

"You should know that if that mortal dies, than so does MARK I. They are tied, more like tangled in a jumbled mass. It is my task to serve my master and to keep this one alive, but between you and I, I care not for the MARK I." With that POPs began to float away casually. His figure slowly fading into the background.

V3 braced his body for impact as the twin beams came at him. He took in a deep breath and his human aura condensed and flared within him. He flared with such power that his body forced itself free of her grasp. A luminous white pillars of energy erupted from his eyes meeting the demon's own attack a mere three to four inches from his face. The beams struggled and sparked as his began to gain ground, pushing against the demon's. He clenched his fist, flexing every muscle fiber in his body as he pushed against her attack with his own. The ground beneath him began to crack against the weight as his own body pressed backwards against the stone floor, his knees sliding against the ground as he landed.

"Have..you..ever..tried..talking to them?!" He groaned against the weight of her attack as the beams struggled between them.

"Maybe. They’re. Not. SO bad?!"

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