Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 18, 2014 17:16:33 GMT -5
Lilianna’s face was stoic as Ninjin explained in vivid detail what had occurred. She lay in the med-bay recovering from her injuries sustained whilst fighting the demonic beasts the Maugh’s had turned into. This new enemy, Barakyel… he was powerful. More powerful than any of Ninjin’s enemies had been thus far. Powerful enough that Ninjin’s ki-infused punches had done nothing whilst the King was in his true power form. That had never occurred to him before. Never before had the King’s blows simply been ineffective against a being. He was used to being one of the strongest beings in the universe, Barakyel just outclassed him in a way he wasn’t used to. Was this the true power of demons? If so, where there many like him? That alone was a terrifying thought.
Worst of all the demon was inhabiting the body of Barren Maugh’s younger brother, Callem. Callem apparently had a deep-seated and unforgivable hatred for the new King, enough to give up his body and soul to the demon. In return the demon had promised the death of Ninjin. Did Callem really desire that enough to give up his mortal soul? Apparently, as that was exactly what he had done. Before the demon had left the presence of the Saiyan, he had issued the chilling omen “Many enemies have you made. Too many enemies. It has finally caught up to you.”
But then why had he not taken the new King’s life? Ninjin had been able to do nothing to the demon whilst at his strongest. His fists had bounced off the creature’s scalding hot flesh as if it were nothing. The reverse was no doubt true, had the demon wanted to, it would have been able to crush the King in his bare hands. So why hadn’t it? Lilianna didn’t have a theory on that either. The demon had simply walked away. Perhaps it was toying with him, like a tiger stalks its prey. It seemed to be the only logical explanation. It was playing games with him. He had been in this situation before with the OniKen.
His advisor had been healing rapidly. It was too dangerous to let her heal via the Iblisian way that is: by drinking blood. Omega was not a place to be seeing doing things like that and many had seen her wounded. Despite being in a private section the fight had spilled out into the public areas, and though no one was injured there were plenty of witnesses. Many alien races found the act of drinking blood so low that not only was it distasteful, but punishable by death. Ninjin knew that fighting all of Omega was the last thing that he wanted to do. Promethius Zex or Arctic would no doubt get involved, and whilst Zex did not frighten the King, Wrath did, as did Arctic. So they would heal the old fashion way, in healing tubes.
Ninjin left her company for the moment and walked out onto the balcony. The night air on Omega was highly filtered, and it gave the illusion that one was indoors even when they weren’t. The lights and sounds that floated up were those of merriment and laughter, after all they were in Alpha Prime. And in the better section of Alpha Prime even then. Ninjin knew however that out there, in Beta Minor and the Gamma Slums, there were other stories. Stories of poverty and petty crime, of larger organized crime and murder. Someone should really do something about this place. It had the potential to be so much better than it was. Ninjin sighed aloud. How many stories had he ended down there? None that hadn’t deserved it, members of the church and other villains. Still…
The story of Callem Maugh made the Saiyan sad. Though he knew deep down that the actions of Barren were by his own hands, the brother still gave up his body and soul to a demon in order to fight one he so hated, namely, Ninjin. How could he not feel some guilt at the thought of that? And worst of all, where their others out there that would do the same? Where there others out there that were missing their fathers, their sons, their brothers, all because they had chosen to attack the prince of Saiyans, the king of Vampires? Yes. Undoubtedly yes. He had taken the lives of many a U.C.O.O bishop and solider. Maybe they were seeking vengeance too.
When would the others come out of the woodwork seeking to kill the prince for his transgressions? Would he have the strength to stop them? Would he want to? He loved fighting. Everything about it, testing his strength against others. It was in his Saiyan blood…. Hurting others though… that was something he really didn’t like. Every life he had taken he was able to justify to himself. It was them or me. If I hadn’t stopped them, they would have hurt someone else. Things of that nature. Still he couldn’t help but find himself haunted by it. Not those that he had killed, that he could still rationalize, but when he thought of their families… What if they didn’t worship the church as their family had?
He tried to shake the thoughts as he leapt over the railing of the balcony. There were gasps from those who could see him, but he quickly activated his bukujutsu and flew into the sky. There was someone whose advice he could use right now.
The Skyen Lounge quickly came into view and Ninjin didn’t even slow as he approached the packed line. The new bouncer’s eyes grew wide as he approached and he quickly got to the side to let the Saiyan prince through. The public began to gossip. The Saiyan prince had become something of a celebrity here on Omega during the time of the galactic tournament. The prince knew the way like the back of his hand and soon found himself sitting in the third booth from the back. A lithe figure dressed all in black with a veil over her face slid into the booth.
“It has been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of the company of the Saiyan Crown Prince.” She practically purred the words with a familiar voice, and the prince smiled. “Or should I say, His highness, King of Vampires.” Ninjin’s eyebrow raised slightly as she said it, but then he let it drop. He supposed he should not be surprised, she was a shadow broker on Omega, if there was one thing she didn’t know, Ninjin didn’t know who would. She said with a look the answer to the next question he thought, that particular information would stay between the two of them.
“To what do I owe the visit?” Lilith said, removing her vale and closing the curtains to contain them in the booth. Her office. He had been here many times before in their mutual battles with the Universal Church of One. She had been his greatest ally here on Omega, and he still counted her among that number. Her demeanor had changed from a teasing saucy flirtation to one of old friendship. She had appearances to uphold after all. Ninjin told her everything that had occurred, and she listened in a long stint of silence as he expressed everything. The rise to the throne had been one of great peril and challenges, and it had seemed to take up much more of his life than it actually had. He was mentally four years older than he should have been. She noticed a few hairs around his temples had begun to gray. He visibly looked older than he was as well.
Though Lilith had heard of the events that had brought Ninjin the crown of the Iblisian people, she had not heard them straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. She was shocked at the numerous details that her informants had gotten wrong. She was also very surprised at how powerful the King had gotten. He had always been very strong compared to most, but the amounts that he was reaching now were baffling to the average person. Perhaps Ninjin Hattori would be the strongest being in the universe. Perhaps he was the legendary super Saiyan. None of her informants had told her this much. She made a mental note of it.
When Ninjin was finished he looked drained, but he was definitely glad to get it all off of his chest. They sat a moment in silence as she processed everything, finally nodding when she felt she had filed everything away. It was a lot to take in, years’ worth of information told in a span of hours. The church had not given up it would seem. She was battling the front from Omega, and had heard dangerous whispers of a coming event. It seemed risky to tell the prince though, knowing how hot-headed he could be. If she told him the rumors she had been hearing, he would no doubt go off and do something rash.
“I’m proud of you Ninjin. It takes a strong person to go through what you’ve been through and come out the other side sane. And that’s me saying that. When we first met I removed your soul and then put it back in.” They shared a mutual chuckle at the memory, only able to laugh at it now after the fact. Still he understood her meaning. He had gotten through difficult situations before.
“It hasn’t been easy.” He said honestly, opening up to is friend about the difficulties. Then he told her about the recent events here on Omega with the Maugh clan, and the demon Barakyel. She of course had heard about the commotion, but news had not yet reached her who or what were involved. She wasn’t surprised to hear the King was involved, but was indeed surprised to hear that demons were. The Maugh clan she had heard of before in all of her dealings, Barren Maugh being a popular name among mercenaries. Barakyel she had never heard of, but the thought that he was somehow powerful enough to shake off a blow from the power of the Saiyan sitting in front of her was terrifying.
He asked her to fill him in on what had occurred recently on Omega, trying to get his thoughts off the subject, she nodded and they talked further, late into the night. He left and checked up on Lilianna once more before returning to his bedroom. She was healing well and would be up to snuff the next day, which was good as they had training planned. Because he was king of the Iblisian people, he was supposed to be the Grand-Master of their fighting style Dis Ve Tirnak, meaning Tooth and Nail in their language.
Ninjin rose early the next morning, his dreams haunted by Callem Maugh and Barakyel. The more he thought about it the more it upset him, and the more it upset him the more he thought about it. They were an unknown threat. Unlike the Church, his main enemy, he knew practically nothing about Barakyel and Callem Maugh. He didn’t know their plan of attack, or even what their powers were. All he knew was that Barakyel’s power-level was much higher than his own, and that he could have ended it all when they had first met. What would happen next? That was up to the demon, and that made the king nervous. Playing by Barakyel’s rules was not something he wanted to do.
Lilianna knocked on his door and he greeted her in his heavy armor. It took her by surprise momentarily. Ninjin chuckle and they made their way towards the rented training room. It was much like the ones he had been in before, though this one was painted pitch black, with tiny lights dotting the walls. It gave the impression that one was fighting a battle in space. It was unnerving to the prince at first, but after a while he realized he was still breathing. He had never been in the vacuum of space without being in a spaceship.
“Our people use Dis ve Tirnak as our main fighting style in conjunction with our races mystical abilities. You know it as Blood Magic, but to the Iblisian’s it is so much more than that. It is taught to us from birth, and through it we learn to master our abilities. This is what I’m here to teach you now.” She fell into a fighting stance foreign to the king. Her hands were in the form of claws and her body was crouched. Though she looked perfectly balanced, there was a tension to her muscles that was unmistakable. It reminded the king of a large cat from earth, poised and ready to take its prey. Wasting no time she rushed him and clawed wildly. She quickly drew blood using her claws. The prince was slowed down by his heavy weights and Lilianna was so much quicker than he. As she slashed at his face she kicked him in the back of the knee and he felt it drop underneath him.
She stepped off of his knee and he found her quickly wrapping herself around his neck, her legs constricting around like snakes. Then she began to claw at his face. Using his pure strength he slammed her into the ground and she groaned and rolled away, but the prince’s face was badly scratched, blood pouring from the wounds Lilianna’s claws had made. He growled and cursed at her, unable to see due to the scratches over his eyes. He attempted to wipe the blood away, but it was unsuccessful, more just took its place.
His hands were full of blood, and blindly he threw the liquid at the woman, turning it to short spears at it flung through the air. Expertly she flipped over the daggers and closed the gap once more, slamming her foot into the back of his head as she flipped through the air. Ninjin slammed face first into the ground and bounced, leaving a bloody face print. Frustrated he slammed his fists into the ground and stood, finally wiping the blood from his eyes. Lilianna smirked at him.
“Such is the power of Dis ve Tirnak. Whilst used in conjunction with our blood magic it is a potent weapon.” She abandoned the form and walked towards Ninjin. She guided his arms into the stance. For the next few hours they practiced the form, simply adopting the form and then the basics, strikes and blows using the form. When she felt he was ready they moved to the advanced. Ninjin was a quick learner and hungry to learn such a powerful form. Especially after she had just kicked his ass with it. They began to spar, and after a while it seemed like Ninjin was just as good with the form as Lilianna was. Perhaps it was because his Iblisian blood came from the former king.
After a long while they were both covered with cuts and scratch marks, blood dripping down their bodies. They looked like victims in one of those teen thriller movies from Earth that were so popular. Ninjin felt weak and light headed, but it seemed like Lilianna was unaffected by the blood loss.
“How do you do that?” He panted. She smirked.
“This is the true power of Dis ve Tirnak. A true Iblisian can never bleed out, it is not something we are capable of doing. We can still die from the trauma caused by the wounds created, and of course if something gets removed it’s not like we can grow it back like a Namekian, but we can’t die by losing our blood, as it doesn’t circulate like normal.” What she was telling Ninjin was incredible. Was it possible that he too could learn that power? If it were possible, his blood magic would become that much more effective. Lilianna seemed to read his mind.
“Yes it is possible. Let us begin.” They began training once again, Liliana told Ninjin to focus on his Iblisian side, and let him drink some of her blood when he began to get too weak. After a few hours, he began to lose the feeling of being weak. His body seemed to be using his blood naturally. Was this because his Iblisian side was growing stronger?
“Very good Ninjin. You’re exactly as good as I knew you’d be. Our training is complete. There is nothing more I can teach you of Dis ve Tirnak. It seems as if your previous experiences with blood magic, coupled with your blood from the previous king, has enabled you to be quite proficient.”
Ninjin nodded and smiled through a crimson mask. He was covered with the stuff, but was happy to be done with training for the day. Dis ve Tirnak would be a potent weapon. Still, his mind could not help but linger on Barakyel and Callem. The training was a good distraction, but the demon was a lingering threat.
The next day Ninjin would leave Omega to venture back home to New Vegeta. He had been away too long and was homesick. He said his goodbyes to Lilianna and his generals, and the rest of his people. They were bound back for the Worldship, Lilianna had his edicts to deliver to the upper echelon of their people, and then had to deal with the fallout that would no doubt occur. He also stopped by and said goodbye to Lilith. She seemed preoccupied with something, and as they said goodbye she stopped him, but then seemed to change her mind about telling him something. They embraced and he promised it would not be long before he saw her again. Though somehow he knew that wasn’t the case. He had a nagging feeling that he was leaving something behind. He considered going to see Truffle, and the thought made his heart hurt. It was too painful. If he saw the blue alien again he would want him to return to New Vegeta with the King, and that was the one request he couldn’t ask of his bond.
As he boarded the ship, he felt eyes boring into the back of his head. He turned and saw Barakyel standing at the edge of the spaceport ring. The red demon was staring at the prince, boring holes into him. The demon smirked, and suddenly where he had been standing Callem stood, though the smirk remained. Then the being vanished. The message was clear. I’m still here. I’m still going to get you. Ninjin clenched his jaw. The next time the two met, he would be ready.
Technique learned-
Dis ve Tirnak*- Through mastery of this form of Martial art, and the teachings of Lilianna, Ninjin has mastered the ability to control the flow of his blood, much like an Iblisian can. Iblisian's have full control over their own blood flow, meaning as much or as little blood flows from a wound as they like, though the damage from the wound effects the Iblisian normally. Ninjin has a limited form of this, He must be conscious in order to utilize this technique. Also, should he lose all of his blood, he would die as normal. This makes his blood magic that much more powerful. This also does not prevent damage to his organs (ie; heart, brain, lungs) muscles, or any internal bits, or dying by things of that nature) *Master Technique.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.
Worst of all the demon was inhabiting the body of Barren Maugh’s younger brother, Callem. Callem apparently had a deep-seated and unforgivable hatred for the new King, enough to give up his body and soul to the demon. In return the demon had promised the death of Ninjin. Did Callem really desire that enough to give up his mortal soul? Apparently, as that was exactly what he had done. Before the demon had left the presence of the Saiyan, he had issued the chilling omen “Many enemies have you made. Too many enemies. It has finally caught up to you.”
But then why had he not taken the new King’s life? Ninjin had been able to do nothing to the demon whilst at his strongest. His fists had bounced off the creature’s scalding hot flesh as if it were nothing. The reverse was no doubt true, had the demon wanted to, it would have been able to crush the King in his bare hands. So why hadn’t it? Lilianna didn’t have a theory on that either. The demon had simply walked away. Perhaps it was toying with him, like a tiger stalks its prey. It seemed to be the only logical explanation. It was playing games with him. He had been in this situation before with the OniKen.
His advisor had been healing rapidly. It was too dangerous to let her heal via the Iblisian way that is: by drinking blood. Omega was not a place to be seeing doing things like that and many had seen her wounded. Despite being in a private section the fight had spilled out into the public areas, and though no one was injured there were plenty of witnesses. Many alien races found the act of drinking blood so low that not only was it distasteful, but punishable by death. Ninjin knew that fighting all of Omega was the last thing that he wanted to do. Promethius Zex or Arctic would no doubt get involved, and whilst Zex did not frighten the King, Wrath did, as did Arctic. So they would heal the old fashion way, in healing tubes.
Ninjin left her company for the moment and walked out onto the balcony. The night air on Omega was highly filtered, and it gave the illusion that one was indoors even when they weren’t. The lights and sounds that floated up were those of merriment and laughter, after all they were in Alpha Prime. And in the better section of Alpha Prime even then. Ninjin knew however that out there, in Beta Minor and the Gamma Slums, there were other stories. Stories of poverty and petty crime, of larger organized crime and murder. Someone should really do something about this place. It had the potential to be so much better than it was. Ninjin sighed aloud. How many stories had he ended down there? None that hadn’t deserved it, members of the church and other villains. Still…
The story of Callem Maugh made the Saiyan sad. Though he knew deep down that the actions of Barren were by his own hands, the brother still gave up his body and soul to a demon in order to fight one he so hated, namely, Ninjin. How could he not feel some guilt at the thought of that? And worst of all, where their others out there that would do the same? Where there others out there that were missing their fathers, their sons, their brothers, all because they had chosen to attack the prince of Saiyans, the king of Vampires? Yes. Undoubtedly yes. He had taken the lives of many a U.C.O.O bishop and solider. Maybe they were seeking vengeance too.
When would the others come out of the woodwork seeking to kill the prince for his transgressions? Would he have the strength to stop them? Would he want to? He loved fighting. Everything about it, testing his strength against others. It was in his Saiyan blood…. Hurting others though… that was something he really didn’t like. Every life he had taken he was able to justify to himself. It was them or me. If I hadn’t stopped them, they would have hurt someone else. Things of that nature. Still he couldn’t help but find himself haunted by it. Not those that he had killed, that he could still rationalize, but when he thought of their families… What if they didn’t worship the church as their family had?
He tried to shake the thoughts as he leapt over the railing of the balcony. There were gasps from those who could see him, but he quickly activated his bukujutsu and flew into the sky. There was someone whose advice he could use right now.
The Skyen Lounge quickly came into view and Ninjin didn’t even slow as he approached the packed line. The new bouncer’s eyes grew wide as he approached and he quickly got to the side to let the Saiyan prince through. The public began to gossip. The Saiyan prince had become something of a celebrity here on Omega during the time of the galactic tournament. The prince knew the way like the back of his hand and soon found himself sitting in the third booth from the back. A lithe figure dressed all in black with a veil over her face slid into the booth.
“It has been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of the company of the Saiyan Crown Prince.” She practically purred the words with a familiar voice, and the prince smiled. “Or should I say, His highness, King of Vampires.” Ninjin’s eyebrow raised slightly as she said it, but then he let it drop. He supposed he should not be surprised, she was a shadow broker on Omega, if there was one thing she didn’t know, Ninjin didn’t know who would. She said with a look the answer to the next question he thought, that particular information would stay between the two of them.
“To what do I owe the visit?” Lilith said, removing her vale and closing the curtains to contain them in the booth. Her office. He had been here many times before in their mutual battles with the Universal Church of One. She had been his greatest ally here on Omega, and he still counted her among that number. Her demeanor had changed from a teasing saucy flirtation to one of old friendship. She had appearances to uphold after all. Ninjin told her everything that had occurred, and she listened in a long stint of silence as he expressed everything. The rise to the throne had been one of great peril and challenges, and it had seemed to take up much more of his life than it actually had. He was mentally four years older than he should have been. She noticed a few hairs around his temples had begun to gray. He visibly looked older than he was as well.
Though Lilith had heard of the events that had brought Ninjin the crown of the Iblisian people, she had not heard them straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. She was shocked at the numerous details that her informants had gotten wrong. She was also very surprised at how powerful the King had gotten. He had always been very strong compared to most, but the amounts that he was reaching now were baffling to the average person. Perhaps Ninjin Hattori would be the strongest being in the universe. Perhaps he was the legendary super Saiyan. None of her informants had told her this much. She made a mental note of it.
When Ninjin was finished he looked drained, but he was definitely glad to get it all off of his chest. They sat a moment in silence as she processed everything, finally nodding when she felt she had filed everything away. It was a lot to take in, years’ worth of information told in a span of hours. The church had not given up it would seem. She was battling the front from Omega, and had heard dangerous whispers of a coming event. It seemed risky to tell the prince though, knowing how hot-headed he could be. If she told him the rumors she had been hearing, he would no doubt go off and do something rash.
“I’m proud of you Ninjin. It takes a strong person to go through what you’ve been through and come out the other side sane. And that’s me saying that. When we first met I removed your soul and then put it back in.” They shared a mutual chuckle at the memory, only able to laugh at it now after the fact. Still he understood her meaning. He had gotten through difficult situations before.
“It hasn’t been easy.” He said honestly, opening up to is friend about the difficulties. Then he told her about the recent events here on Omega with the Maugh clan, and the demon Barakyel. She of course had heard about the commotion, but news had not yet reached her who or what were involved. She wasn’t surprised to hear the King was involved, but was indeed surprised to hear that demons were. The Maugh clan she had heard of before in all of her dealings, Barren Maugh being a popular name among mercenaries. Barakyel she had never heard of, but the thought that he was somehow powerful enough to shake off a blow from the power of the Saiyan sitting in front of her was terrifying.
He asked her to fill him in on what had occurred recently on Omega, trying to get his thoughts off the subject, she nodded and they talked further, late into the night. He left and checked up on Lilianna once more before returning to his bedroom. She was healing well and would be up to snuff the next day, which was good as they had training planned. Because he was king of the Iblisian people, he was supposed to be the Grand-Master of their fighting style Dis Ve Tirnak, meaning Tooth and Nail in their language.
Ninjin rose early the next morning, his dreams haunted by Callem Maugh and Barakyel. The more he thought about it the more it upset him, and the more it upset him the more he thought about it. They were an unknown threat. Unlike the Church, his main enemy, he knew practically nothing about Barakyel and Callem Maugh. He didn’t know their plan of attack, or even what their powers were. All he knew was that Barakyel’s power-level was much higher than his own, and that he could have ended it all when they had first met. What would happen next? That was up to the demon, and that made the king nervous. Playing by Barakyel’s rules was not something he wanted to do.
Lilianna knocked on his door and he greeted her in his heavy armor. It took her by surprise momentarily. Ninjin chuckle and they made their way towards the rented training room. It was much like the ones he had been in before, though this one was painted pitch black, with tiny lights dotting the walls. It gave the impression that one was fighting a battle in space. It was unnerving to the prince at first, but after a while he realized he was still breathing. He had never been in the vacuum of space without being in a spaceship.
“Our people use Dis ve Tirnak as our main fighting style in conjunction with our races mystical abilities. You know it as Blood Magic, but to the Iblisian’s it is so much more than that. It is taught to us from birth, and through it we learn to master our abilities. This is what I’m here to teach you now.” She fell into a fighting stance foreign to the king. Her hands were in the form of claws and her body was crouched. Though she looked perfectly balanced, there was a tension to her muscles that was unmistakable. It reminded the king of a large cat from earth, poised and ready to take its prey. Wasting no time she rushed him and clawed wildly. She quickly drew blood using her claws. The prince was slowed down by his heavy weights and Lilianna was so much quicker than he. As she slashed at his face she kicked him in the back of the knee and he felt it drop underneath him.
She stepped off of his knee and he found her quickly wrapping herself around his neck, her legs constricting around like snakes. Then she began to claw at his face. Using his pure strength he slammed her into the ground and she groaned and rolled away, but the prince’s face was badly scratched, blood pouring from the wounds Lilianna’s claws had made. He growled and cursed at her, unable to see due to the scratches over his eyes. He attempted to wipe the blood away, but it was unsuccessful, more just took its place.
His hands were full of blood, and blindly he threw the liquid at the woman, turning it to short spears at it flung through the air. Expertly she flipped over the daggers and closed the gap once more, slamming her foot into the back of his head as she flipped through the air. Ninjin slammed face first into the ground and bounced, leaving a bloody face print. Frustrated he slammed his fists into the ground and stood, finally wiping the blood from his eyes. Lilianna smirked at him.
“Such is the power of Dis ve Tirnak. Whilst used in conjunction with our blood magic it is a potent weapon.” She abandoned the form and walked towards Ninjin. She guided his arms into the stance. For the next few hours they practiced the form, simply adopting the form and then the basics, strikes and blows using the form. When she felt he was ready they moved to the advanced. Ninjin was a quick learner and hungry to learn such a powerful form. Especially after she had just kicked his ass with it. They began to spar, and after a while it seemed like Ninjin was just as good with the form as Lilianna was. Perhaps it was because his Iblisian blood came from the former king.
After a long while they were both covered with cuts and scratch marks, blood dripping down their bodies. They looked like victims in one of those teen thriller movies from Earth that were so popular. Ninjin felt weak and light headed, but it seemed like Lilianna was unaffected by the blood loss.
“How do you do that?” He panted. She smirked.
“This is the true power of Dis ve Tirnak. A true Iblisian can never bleed out, it is not something we are capable of doing. We can still die from the trauma caused by the wounds created, and of course if something gets removed it’s not like we can grow it back like a Namekian, but we can’t die by losing our blood, as it doesn’t circulate like normal.” What she was telling Ninjin was incredible. Was it possible that he too could learn that power? If it were possible, his blood magic would become that much more effective. Lilianna seemed to read his mind.
“Yes it is possible. Let us begin.” They began training once again, Liliana told Ninjin to focus on his Iblisian side, and let him drink some of her blood when he began to get too weak. After a few hours, he began to lose the feeling of being weak. His body seemed to be using his blood naturally. Was this because his Iblisian side was growing stronger?
“Very good Ninjin. You’re exactly as good as I knew you’d be. Our training is complete. There is nothing more I can teach you of Dis ve Tirnak. It seems as if your previous experiences with blood magic, coupled with your blood from the previous king, has enabled you to be quite proficient.”
Ninjin nodded and smiled through a crimson mask. He was covered with the stuff, but was happy to be done with training for the day. Dis ve Tirnak would be a potent weapon. Still, his mind could not help but linger on Barakyel and Callem. The training was a good distraction, but the demon was a lingering threat.
The next day Ninjin would leave Omega to venture back home to New Vegeta. He had been away too long and was homesick. He said his goodbyes to Lilianna and his generals, and the rest of his people. They were bound back for the Worldship, Lilianna had his edicts to deliver to the upper echelon of their people, and then had to deal with the fallout that would no doubt occur. He also stopped by and said goodbye to Lilith. She seemed preoccupied with something, and as they said goodbye she stopped him, but then seemed to change her mind about telling him something. They embraced and he promised it would not be long before he saw her again. Though somehow he knew that wasn’t the case. He had a nagging feeling that he was leaving something behind. He considered going to see Truffle, and the thought made his heart hurt. It was too painful. If he saw the blue alien again he would want him to return to New Vegeta with the King, and that was the one request he couldn’t ask of his bond.
As he boarded the ship, he felt eyes boring into the back of his head. He turned and saw Barakyel standing at the edge of the spaceport ring. The red demon was staring at the prince, boring holes into him. The demon smirked, and suddenly where he had been standing Callem stood, though the smirk remained. Then the being vanished. The message was clear. I’m still here. I’m still going to get you. Ninjin clenched his jaw. The next time the two met, he would be ready.
Technique learned-
Dis ve Tirnak*- Through mastery of this form of Martial art, and the teachings of Lilianna, Ninjin has mastered the ability to control the flow of his blood, much like an Iblisian can. Iblisian's have full control over their own blood flow, meaning as much or as little blood flows from a wound as they like, though the damage from the wound effects the Iblisian normally. Ninjin has a limited form of this, He must be conscious in order to utilize this technique. Also, should he lose all of his blood, he would die as normal. This makes his blood magic that much more powerful. This also does not prevent damage to his organs (ie; heart, brain, lungs) muscles, or any internal bits, or dying by things of that nature) *Master Technique.
Pl please. Heavy weights in effect.