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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 19, 2015 20:06:17 GMT -5
The cringe worthy sound of a cracking rib was one of the demon’s truest delights. Snapping any bone had that satisfying crack really, however there was just something different about the ribs. Perhaps they were the tastiest to eat? Zasham was determined to find out. Oh and the ashen overlord’s grunt of pain a musical note in the majin’s concerto. His agony was most gratifying, though not so as feeling the bladed digits slice through Wrath’s jet black hide. Blood as black as their collective souls leaked from the wounds; the technarcana’s could nearly taste it. His mouth watered at the thought of the warm nectar of life.
Not so surprisingly the behemoth lashed back with two mighty slashes, going straight for the majin’s face. Fueled by his impressive strength, and no doubt endless rage, each in turn tore straight through the arm which stood in defense of its path. His right clawed arm and the one wielding a chakram on his left were sliced through by sheer force, at the wrist and forearm respectively. The first blow caught Zasham across the chin, though by the time the second made its pass through his neck had elongated back to escape its path. Reflexively the two remaining hands shot to forehead whilst his eyes began to glow before a blinding light exploded forth from them.
Leaping backwards from the piercing white light the majin would mentally command the snake eye to change course, to strike the younger brother in the back as his eyes recovered. By the time his feet scrape against the ground his hands have regenerated, though the claws change back to his normal hands. The hell’s gate held in the severed hand flies back to the reformed hand, as the two free hands come together at his chest and red sphere of ki begins to form. His chin hung loosely, held on only by a few strings of skin. Reaching over he pushed it back into his face with the flat of a chakram, as it reattached and healed.
Meanwhile soon as the two detached body parts hit the ground at Wrath’s feet they became a black puddle and then began to flow toward the downed Prometheus. Throughout this Ninjin shares his story in quite detail, which surprised William as he listened from within the majin’s mind. Though the boy found comfort in knowing the new King had progressed to the point that he could talk about his son in such detail. It had taken Will an entire simulated memory training session to pull all that information from the man and it seemed that doing so had allowed him to accept it in some capacity and move on. Watson also noted Delashano’s own plush throne she created to watch the contest. It was as if they were spectators of the arena she had abolished and the brothers Zex were pitted against a most terrifying creature; of their own machination.
They were blinded, Zasham was amassing ki, and his black red sphere now assaulted Wrath while his dismembered liquefied body yearned for Prometheus. They were being met on all fronts in the beast’s attempts to divide their attentions; all the easier to devour them then. Through the piercing whiteness before anything else the alien duo would see the fire burning bright in the crimson of the technarcana’s otherwise black eyes. The united minds within the majin yearned for their defeat, for their destruction but a hunger drowned them all out. It was a hunger the monstrous child did not understand with his mind’s fractured state, but what was clear beyond doubt was the demand for the assimilation of the Fist and Lord of Alpha Prime.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 21, 2015 11:09:40 GMT -5
The strange substance that the beast was made up of shredded as easily as paper before a knife when Wrath’s blade like claws met it. So weak in construction was this little black monster that the larger of the two brothers planned to have him ripped to shreds in no time at all. His strange anatomy allows him to maneuver out of the way of the follow up swipe, yet it only prolonged the inevitable. Behind him the alien knew that his brother was hurt, still alive based on the signature he was able to sense, but definitely in pain after the sickening crack that had come from his side after taking the shot to the ribs. If only Wrath had been aware of what else was behind him, he might have saved himself the blow to the back...then again, being temporarily blinded didn't help either.
What felt like a hammer blow, albeit a weaker one, struck the larger Zex in the back. A less durable or experienced fighter might have been dropped to the ground by such a blow, the sudden lurch forward leaving him open. Wrath however, knew what he was doing and had long ago learned to roll with the punches as it may. Sent forward from the hit, he does nothing to stop his sudden forced lunge, instead he adds his bukujutsu to it, bum rushing the monster. Not able to see beyond spotty blurs as his vision struggled to return to normal, Wrath could sense the gathering energy in front of him, the source an increasingly strong point of collecting Ki right before the target he flew towards. The larger beast trusted in his regeneration to be aggressive in his fighting style, not afraid to take a hit if he could force it on his opponent as well. His momentary blindness had not allowed him to see his foe could regenerate as well nor had he seen the black puddle moving towards his wounded brother.
With his high speed approach, Wrath reaches out with both hands, grabbing for the spot of concentrated energy that Willie Watson held before him. Both massive hands looked to lock around whatever the energy was and crush it to nothingness or detonate it in the process, the hulking alien content with either result. At the same time Wrath would open his maw to unleash another powerful black beam at where he guessed his opponents head and upper chest was. Doing damage was of course the main goal, but so was wearing the rival monster down. At the rate which the former Willie Watson had been unleashing attacks and sprouting extra appendages he was quickly burning through energy. Wrath 's stamina was what made him so tough, he and his brother had outlived and outlasted all of their previous rivals, today would be no different.
On the floor, some distance away, Prometheus clutched at his right side. At least a few of his ribs were broken, his race housing more than you might find in a Human or Saiyan. They broke just the same it seemed. Glancing up he saw the two black fighters fully engaged, the other two trespassers engaging in conversation. With a painful snort he dismisses them. Ninjin Hattori was exactly as you would expect a Saiyan to be when one of them obtained power, bullheaded and arrogant. The woman on the other hand confused him, her pride about moving the Arena to her academy, rumors of her looking to make Alpha Prime a better place. Zex felt doing so through murder was a bit hypocritical was it not? If he did not survive this he could at least take solace in the fact their foolishness would see their lives shortened as well.
The Lord of Alpha Prime's attention was drawn to an approaching signature...a puddle of black moving towards him. Whatever this monster was it seemed to be able to break itself apart albeit into weaker blobs. Shifting the best he could, pain spiking across his chest, Prometheus does the best he could to defend himself. Like before a bubble shield expands from around him, shoving debris aside and hopefully keeping the blob at bay. In his wounded state it was all the alien could really do. Wrath needed to hurry up.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 22, 2015 1:17:49 GMT -5
It was interesting to see that Ninjin lacked any sort of initial loo of skepticism as she gave him a rough idea of just how old she was, there were very few people in the universe who knew about her rather extensive lifespan, Akassa, Saito, Kaladar, Popo, No, those were the people she knew for certain both were aware and understood how old she was. Vixi was presently mostly unaware simply because it was not relevant to the girl, if ever Vixi had any questions about her age Della would certainly tell her but she had no reason to inform her before such a time. There were others that might have an inclination of her lifespan, Toiu had been an ally of Kemuri and through him had learned of her, Kemuri had managed to stumble upon a few books that spoke of her and such books were quite certainly relics in this day and age so it was entirely possible that she knew and through her anyone she 'trusted' might have a vague idea. Anri had known as well but sadly he was no longer among the living. Kaladar and Popo had been surprised but as Popo was a Genie like her they had not been skeptical, Akassa and Saito had been surprised but Akassa was impressively difficult to read when she was in a calm state so identifying if she had (or still was) skeptical was difficult, Saito had accepted her words quite readily as the man seemed to place a firm trust in her words. No had been the only outright skeptical person not entirely sure how to fathom the exact extent of Della's age as No had been the one to press Della with the most questions in order to get as specific an age out of Della as possible, her skepticism faded with time and as Della introduced her to the extensive library of books she had obtained throughout her life.
The fact that Ninjin fell into the same sort of category as Akassa and Saito, he briefly displayed looks of either shock of surprise as she explained herself most notably when she mentioned which guardians she had been an aid to, likely it gave Ninjin his best understanding of her age. He last look of surprise came when Della chose to ask her own question the question about how he was alive, evidently one he had not expected. He paused for a moment before launching into his own story and it was most certainly quite the story to hear.
The first part of the story did a lot to confirm that this man was very likely to be the real Ninjin Hattori or at least someone quite well informed of the situation surrounding his death as Ninjin explained what his original mission on Memnt Mor had been and the eventual battle that ended in him sacrificing his life in an effort to end the life of Invictus. The fact that the Saiyan’s had sought to destroy a whole planet had been a fact that had bothered Della quite a bit when Akassa had explained it, she could certainly see WHY they had chosen the option, the Church had made the first attack and it had devastated New Vegeta. The Saiyan’s were not a people to let such a crime go unpunished and were also quite in the habit of escalating a battle when they inevitably fought back.
With such ease for planets to interact with one another a single planet in the universe was much like a single nation in her time on Earth and it had not been uncommon for war between two nations to escalate to the point that they sought to destroy each other utterly, she and the guardians had often sought to quell such wars before they got to that point but occasionally it was simply beyond their power to control and so Della chose to see it in that way, it was not an action she necessarily agreed with and she would endeavor to prevent others from doing anything like that again, but it was not something she could always prevent. Thankfully much like a war of such scale in her time the idea of a warrior or even a race seeking the utter annihilation of another world was exceptionally rare.
As Ninjin continued Della found herself VERY interested as he explained that there had been no daring escape, he had died, he had passed on to Otherworld, and he had evidently been given passage to Heaven. Della was aware of the existence of the Otherworld but the nature of Otherworld was a subject that there was practically no information on both in her time AND in the modern era, there were scattered stories of great heroes and villains who had died and come back but such stories had also existed in her own time and those heroes or villains were always long dead and thus there was no way for her to seek them out for information. Ninjin gave little direct information about Heaven itself save for information on its residents the Kai's. She knew vaguely of the existence of the beings that maintained the Otherworld but much like Otherworld itself there was nothing to go on save for the name 'Kai' the higher power.
Apparently they were at least to Ninjin's view, not particularly pleasant beings to be around as he described them as arrogant beyond belief and rude, Saiyan’s in her experience were quite the experts on arrogance, many treaded the line between Prideful and Arrogant a line Della was not afraid that she too often balanced on but being on the line often gave one a firm understanding and usually a decent tolerance. The fact that they were being described in such a manner was rather disconcerting but quite quickly her interest in the Kais vanished entirely as Ninjin mentioned that he had left the Kais to seek training elsewhere and in doing so met 'legendary heroes' and even some of his ancestors. It took all of her willpower not to cut the new ruler of Beta off at that to drill him with questions about the people he had met about how far back these heroes of old seemed to go.
But Della held firm knowing Ninjin would be less likely to be inclined to answer her if she cut him off, he had shown her the courtesy of letting her speak and so she would do the same even if every fiber of her being screamed for answers to the questions she had. Ninjin's story quickly took a much darker turn, he by some means returned to the living world giving her no indication of the how but perhaps it was necessary it was likely not information that should be given out so easily. Ninjin's return had him searching for his family, a very specific part of that family. Della KNEW the story was going to go terribly as until thus far quite composed man's voice cut as he mentioned his son.
Della did not even know how to react as Ninjin explained what had happened to the boy, she had expected it to be unpleasant, she had expected that he had likely passed in some manner, perhaps attacked by some of Ninjin's enemies, to have just returned to life only to have your child sent off to Otherworld would have been terrible in and of itself. But this was so very much worse the child’s SOUL was taken from him by a Demon and then the body desecrated. Della's composure was at this point quite broken as her aura visibly flickered with fury. She knew the pain of losing a child but she had perhaps compared to Ninjin been quite lucky, Vitam had died before his time as far as she was concerned but he had not been lost in such a horrific manner.
Some might have found the story unbelievable, but Della could feel the emotion from Ninjin and above that was well acquainted with the workings of mystical beings such as Demons; this was detestable even for such creatures. Taking a few breaths to calm herself Della made a quick decision "I do not truly know if I can help in the way I hope. But I may yet be able to help you Ninjin. Aside from that so long as your methods and goal remain to help make Omega as a whole a better place or even just Beta itself if you so choose so long as it is not at the expense of the others, I will help you as much as I can in your goal to uplift them." Della said pausing for the next part as she decided if it was best to inform Ninjin of her idea for how she might be able to aid him further. "As for the Demon, even if we do not remain on the same side down the road I cannot in good conscience allow any soul let alone a child's to be harmed in such a manner. I have an ability that allows me to accomplish feats that are not normally possible, the exact limits of which I have never had the occasion to test, I would very much like to offer you the chance to free your son's soul. If the initial attempt does not work it may simply be that we would need the demon restrained or dead first, or perhaps its true name."
"If you want to give it a try now you need only speak some variation of the words 'I wish the soul of my son free' I require only that you preface it with 'I wish' and it is likely best if you use your son's actual name, I will tap into every ounce of power that I have available to me to grant wishes, a far greater reservoir of power than my own." Della said choosing her last statement in order to let Ninjin know that this was not a feat entirely of her own power as he would likely be less inclined to make an attempt considering the disparity in power between them. “I also would like to make it known now, while I may be able to free your son, I cannot bring him back to life. That is one of the few limitations I know for certain.”
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 22, 2015 10:54:28 GMT -5
Ninjin could not concentrate on the battle in front of him any longer for a moment. Not when Della had such interesting words to share with him, and he with her. Yes the battle was intense and he was not going to let Zasham die, but he found everything else hard to concentrate on. The woman’s expression had changed many times through the course of his story. It was understandable if she believed none of it, but it was not a tale he spun for her amusement, it was the hard unforgiving truth. She had grown angry at his words at the end, of what had happened to Azuki, it was a proper response. She could not even fathom the rage he himself had felt. It had been truthful, and truthfully it had been hard to tell. His voice had cracked with emotion when he brought up his son.
A charging of energy and the formation of a shield brought Ninjin’s attention snap back into the battle. Zasham and the Zex brothers fought out in front of them still. It was taking Zasham much longer to complete his task than it had for Ninjin to take out Arctic, but that was fine. The black creature had a vendetta against the Zexs, and revenge drawn out could be extremely satisfying. Still he had plans and his own revenge to attend to and the woman had not been wrong, the chair was beginning to grow quite uncomfortable.
Ninjin’s attention turned back towards Della as she began speaking. She was certainly an interesting character. The Saiyan still wasn’t sure where his feelings on the woman stood, but she seemed reasonable enough, and thus far had been nothing but forthcoming and honest. All in all he surmised he liked her well enough. Well enough as he had liked anyone but Willie since finding out about his son.
Then she began to speak once more.
Ninjin listened and absorbed what she was saying, but it only confused him. At first it seemed like she was offering to help him and be his aide on Beta and Omega. If she truly was as old as she said she was, and if she truly had helped so many Earth Kings in the past, he would be a fool not to keep her on as an advisor. That and she was powerful, it would allow him to keep her in eyesight. She had not given him any reason to distrust her, but with his state lately there was a reason to distrust all. He would nod, and give his response before she continued further.
“If you are honest about all that you have said Delashano Mahajenn I would be a fool not to welcome your aide as an advisor, or whatever you would wish to call yourself whilst advising and assisting me. You would be bound by no chains and come and go as you please, I do not wish your indentured servitude, merely your aide. I do not seek to be a tyrant like Arctic had, but I must disclose again that my mission is not solely for the betterment of Beta, Omega, and Belegost. I wish to use them to rid the universe of poisons, poisons that could mean the end of billions of lives. If you have no discomfort with taking lives as a means of saving them, then…” The chair would turn and break apart as Ninjin rose softly into the air and stood in front of Della. He would hold out his hand to her.
If she did not rebuke his statement she would likely continue with her next offer. Ninjin took a startled step backwards. What was the power that this woman possessed that she thought she could free the child’s soul from the demon? For starters Ninjin had no clue in the universe Barakyel even was with Azuki’s soul inside of him. Could this woman’s powers work if Barakyel was across the universe? She herself said she had never tested the full extent of her powers, and it was not as if she was some weak being. In comparison to Ninjin she paled, but once Ninjin would have considered her power extraordinary, beyond what his father had be capable of. Maybe… Maybe it was possible? Would there be some sort of cost though?
Why would she offer to help him like this? The only being that had offered to help him in a similar fashion had been William Watson, and that was because they had been friends. Though that wasn’t to say that Willie wouldn’t have done it anyway, the kid had a good heart. Still the suspicion of everyone and everything remained. So many close to him had just betrayed him. Still she did not appear to be lying. While she said she could free his soul, she would not be able to return him to the land of the living. She also said it might night even work. And if it did work… how would they know? Would Ninjin have to die again to ever see his son? Still her words gave him hope. If a power like hers existed… maybe it was possible.
“I wish that my son, Azuki Hattori’s, soul was released from the demon Barakyel.” He said the words with all his might to Della. It felt odd to be doing such a thing with a battle between Zasham and the Zex brothers raging in the background, but Ninjin had had an odd life.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 22, 2015 20:03:06 GMT -5
A red sphere of ki solidified between his hands as a black energy began permeating from his palms. It swirled around the ball before it began to compress it. Meanwhile an already formed snake eye crashed unabated into the behemoth’s spine, thrusting him forward. Ever the seasoned warrior, despite his monstrous appearance, he used it to thrust him toward his target. Zasham grinded his teeth when he saw Wrath fly forth, the blow to his back merely antagonizing him. Certainly temporary blindness had a similar effect. However advanced ki sensing was a powerful ability; all a blind beast needs to attack is the direction.
Despite his entire body being skewered by metal pipes, the Fist of Alpha Prime was relentless. Even the deep gashes in his chest from the technarcana’s claws quickly dissipated. It seemed his power to regenerate was beyond that of even namekians, an impressive feat. Luckily no race had a greater healing factor than majins. Regardless, it all required ki, something no doubt effecting Wrath, though he would never show it. A chin here, a few hands there, was not draining Zasham; trying to keep up with the younger Zex was. He had expended a good portion of ki to unleash a torrent of attacks but the nine footer was powerful, maybe not to Ninjin, or even Delashano perhaps, but quite mighty to the majin.
As soon as he had felt the beast take flight, Zasham reeled back with the hands not charging ki and threw them into the sky. Then Wrath was upon him. The charging energy was like a beacon to his ki sense and despite his spotted and blurred vision and he reached for it. At the same time his fangs parted for a black well of energy to pool in his jowls a with barbaric strength he reached between the majin’s open palms and crushed the forming snake eye, its volatile power erupting in the claws. Smoke rises from the clenched hands. Despite the immature detonation, the technarcana was lucky.
Ki sensing was powerful indeed, but it was not sight beyond sight. Without proper vision the monster misjudged; evident by the majin’s lack of incineration. Instead the creature was able to squat low enough to escape the obsidian beam’s path, made easier by their height disparity. Activating zanzoken Zasham shot through the mammoth’s legs in a burst of speed, leaving a blurry after image which was no doubt hard to see when looking down through an energy beam. As he did so he saw his surviving snake eye pass him by, still following Wrath after its target had sprung forth from the initial blow. The moment he appeared at the end of his short spurt of speed a distance away, and the sphere struck the Zex once more in the back, he snapped his fingers.
And the volatile sliver of compressed red ki at the center of the demonic snake’s eye would erupt, which would in turn explode the dense outer black ki, creating a grand explosion at the moment of impact. Not wasting a second, or waiting for Wrath to emerge from the debris, Zasham’s figure would begin to warp and distort as his aura bent light around him until he was invisible to the naked eye. It made his energy more difficult to track as well, though not impossible so he was quick to stay on the move; primarily in the area between the two Zex brothers as he prepared to make his next move.
Meanwhile… As soon as Prometheus activated his powerful barrier the puddle of goo shot back into a shadow cast by debris. Quickly then it leapt to another spot, then another, as it used the surrounding remnants of the Lord’s mansion to cloak its movements from elder Zex. A flash of black here, another there, the injured brother’s eyes would have to dart from side to side to keep up with the predator which stalked him. As it circles it waits patiently, though constantly in motion, drawing his eyes. Without warning two red chakrams comprised of Zasham’s condense ki appear from the sky and smash into the barrier, one after the other. They ricochet off but instantly circle back again and again to crash into the bubble of energy.
The gates of hell beckoned the wall’s destruction so its demon could feed upon the creator. So the sly black mass shifted about, patiently awaiting its opportunity, for when the barrier fell it would launch itself at the prone Prometheus, expanding into a black net of gooey death seeking to assimilate him. A fate worse than death befitting the Lord of Alpha Prime.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 24, 2015 18:22:00 GMT -5
Whether you attribute Wrath's aim to luck or skill, the result remained the same. Barely able to see in his hastened approach the large alien had reached out for the charging power signature that the little beast held before it. Not entirely sure what it would be made up of, the alien had honestly expected an explosion as a result of what he was looking to attempt, but he felt something much more solid crush between his clawed hands. Unsure exactly what attack he had obliterated with his powerful arms, the alien did not pause to question his good fortune. Having the ability to regenerate was always an advantage, but such a trait was not endless so taking less damage was always a good thing…even for the reckless brute.
While he had gotten lucky with his reaching hands, the blast let loose from within his fanged mouth struck nothing but an after image. Even that the hulking beast did not see clearly as his vision was still a second or two away from becoming normal once more. Nor did he see the two rings tossed high into the air overhead, their goal undeterminable beyond the fact they would eventually be aiming for something with the family name of Zex. What his eyes could not see, his senses were able to follow. The little black monster had moved between his legs, slipping underneath his tower frame. With a hiss a frustration Wrath beings to spin, his large body not completing the turn before the remaining Snake Eye catches him in the back.
Unlike the first time, when it had been a purely physical strike, the small sphere detonated upon impact. His flesh burned and his body twisted awkwardly as the explosion washed over him, the blast sending him to the ground on his side. As it burned away at his skin, the alien manages to drive a clawed hand into the stone floor, halting his body from being thrown any further by the explosion. Flesh smoking the younger of the two brothers was not so quick to rise to his feet this time, yet it didn't exactly matter. Eyes scanning before him he had lost sight of monster, even his senses not able to accurately pick up his signature beyond the general area between Prometheus and himself.
The elder of the two brothers was still clutching his side, the barrier around him thankfully only needing his mental will to stay active. If any physical action had been required to active the defense then he would have never even gotten it in place. Rubble beneath him hardly made a comfortable bed, but it served as perfect cover for the black blob that circled its way around the barrier. Testing the shield several times, Zex was glad he did not need to follow it with his eyes, the small black puddle blending in well with the shadows. Taking in a deep breath he looked over in time to see his brother taken to the ground. Soon after the two strange discs the creature wielded slammed into his barrier, cracks spreading across it. Was this how they were to meet their end, at the hands of these seemingly random attackers? Of course little did Prometheus realized in the heat of the moment that the very creature attacking him was of his own creation, the monsters existence his doing.
Wrath a short distance away, sat propped up in a crouched position. Even with his brother's barrier under attack he made no move to intercept. Instead he steadied his breath, burns gradually healing from the explosion that had taken him off his feet. His eyes and senses focused, feeling for the exact point the monster might reappear and watching the discs beat down the dome of energy over his brother. Letting himself heal during this short reprieve, he waited to time his next maneuver, the small lull in combat being used to his best advantage.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 25, 2015 0:27:23 GMT -5
As Della awaited Ninjin's response she allowed her attention to slowly shift onto the ongoing fight around them, she had been paying some attention to it before now mostly just keeping mindful of how well Zasham was doing compared to Wrath and if any attacks were straying just a bit too close to herself or Ninjin not that the super saiyan particularly needed her to look out for his well being. The battle was going quite surprisingly well in spite of the power and number disparity, ultimately Zex was MOSTLY a non-issue in terms of power but he provided a distinct distraction to Zashasm and the inky creature focused much of his efforts on attacking the elder brother, but still his ability to defend himself against Wrath was quite impressive and currently he even seemed to be holding the upper hand, perhaps it was because of the early and rather massive blow delt to Wrath by Ninjin but regardless it was still quite the feat. The techniques being used by Zasham were also quite interesting even beyond the Four Arms technique, currently he seemed to eb closing in on Promethus and unless Wrath could pull something quite impressive as Zasham was throwing everything he had at Prometheus' 'perfect' shield technique.
Returning her attention to Ninjin as he spoke up Della listened intently curious to see how he would receive what she had said, with her anger a bit more in check now that she had a few moments to cool off Della could keep her expression neutral again as Ninjin spoke, he welcomed her help readily and at least as far as he spoke he had no interest in forcing her to work with him something she quite appreciated considering he certainly had the power to try such a thing. He even gave a fair warning, that his interests did not lay with JUST Omega, his intentions were to do what he was doing here on Omega with the entire universe a rather bold statement if ever there was one but certainly he seemed to possess the power necessary for such a job.
The fact that he sought something like that was equal parts great and dangerous, someone with the power to make things better actually seeking to do so on such a scale was in a perfect world wonderful the idea of making the whole universe a better place a place free from people such as the Zex brothers and Arcic was an ideal one. But power is a dangerous thing, could Ninjin actually be trusted to wield that much power over so many people? The fact that Ninjin sought to offer her a way of acting as an aid and adviser made things a bit better, she could be there to try to ensure that Ninjin did not let all of his power corrupt him and as an ally Ninjin would be less likely to see her own attempts to grow stronger as a threat, if she could match him in strength then if the day came that Ninjin could not be trusted with that power she could deal with him herself.
Perhaps the most worrying thing was what exactly she would do if such a situation arose, if she DID grow strong enough to stop Ninjin and he DID need to be stopped, where would that leave her? Was she someone who could be trusted with that much power and potentially with nobody to properly stand against her. Della brushed off the thoughts they were, at least for the moment, not her primary concern. All she could really concern herself with was the current situation and not 'what ifs' about the future. For now she would place some trust in Ninjin, enough to at least see things through.
Ninjins reaction to her offer was not entirely unexpected, the removal of his throne though meant that Ninjin displayed perhaps a bit more shock than he would have intended as he stepped back as she offered him a chance to free his child's soul. It was perhaps a rather risky offer, it gave Ninjin the information that she could grant wishes though if he truly cared for his child as much as he appeared to it was unlikely that he would put much thought into her abilities until later, perhaps if she was successful the joy would be enough for him to forget. There was a pause as Ninjin seemed to think over her words, probably trying to decide if it was even worth trying considering he had no way of knowing if she was being truthful in what she was capable of, but ultimately he spoke the words she needed to hear and thankfully provided two names that would make things easier, the name of the child, Azuki. and the name of the Demon Barakyel. There was no real way to tell immediately if that was the demons true name but any name that the Demon considered 'his' would make things easier.
Della stood from her throne and took Ninjins hand a sign of her willingness to work with him and then with a deep breath Della willed her magic to take hold of the wish, she had felt the tug on her magic when he had directed the statement at her, hell she had felt it when he had used 'I wish' when speaking earlier but his previous 'wish' had been something Della was certain she could actually do anything with. This wish however was something she could at least TRY and as if the magic wanted both Della and Ninjin to know it was working Della's aura erupted once again the fire taking on a golden hue but to those able to read enrgy the new golden aura would give off no detectable energy signature, it certainly would feel like power but nothing decipherable.
Della could feel her magic and the magic of the wish expanding out as it sought to accomplish Ninjin's words, her vision grew blurry and occasionally flickered briefly she would see Ninjin, see the battle between the Zex's and Zasham, and then she saw others unfamiliar figures that she could feel were so very far away, and then she would see nothing, and then she would see a small child bearing a striking resemblance to Ninjin, when the child appeared before her vision her magic lashed out attempting to grab hold of him, idly Della could feel that she was witnessing the wish's attempt to free Azuki Hattori the power extending far beyond her actual location, the magic swirled around the boy trying to break what bound the child's soul to the Demon but the trip was too much and the Demon too powerful already Della could feel that the magic of the wish was beginning to draw on her own power to fuel it and quickly she was being drained dry, her already slightly foggy vision becoming distorted as her power began to flicker.
Her power would not allow itself to take Della's life, even if it meant fulfilling the wish and so as Della's energy faded to particularly low the magic cut off returning Della to full control of herself she flicked her wrist bringing the Staff of One to her hand in order to steady herself "I am sorry Ninjin, I believe that the Demon may be too far and too powerful for the wish to be properly accomplished at the moment. The wish was not expended but I did feel my power attempting to fulfil the wish, it means that there is a very good chance that under better circumstances it will be possible. But we will likely need the Demon near and ideally weakened."
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 25, 2015 9:24:36 GMT -5
Despite the difference in power between William Watson, or Zasham rather, and Wrath, mightiest of the Zex brother’s, Zasham was doing an impressive job of fighting both brothers. Perhaps it had been Ninjin’s timely intervention at the very beginning of the fight. Perhaps Zasham was simply that good of a fighter. Or perhaps Majins were just that strong. Ninjin had witnessed Zasham take a blast from Wrath and then come back afterwards. It had brought a smile to the Emperor’s face. His allies needed to be strong. Watson, however, was his last remaining friend. That was this strong, that he was this resilient was a boon to Ninjin.
Della stepped towards him and shook his hand, though not before what seemed like a bit of considering. Ninjin did not take the response personally. There was a lot to think about before deciding to help someone with a goal such as the one Ninjin had. Still what mattered was that in the end she did take his hand. She would make a powerful ally. Though he had yet to see what she could fully do, she was powerful, and had come to perform the same action that he himself and Zasham had shown up to do. Ninjin did not trust Della, and perhaps he never fully would, but she was on her way to endearing herself to him. Thus far their goals seemed to align.
Her offer was beyond tempting, and there was no way that they could not even at the very least try. There was nothing he would not do to bring Azuki back and make those that had done to him what they did pay. Still there was a lot to be building up his hope and if it didn’t work… That fury that was buried within him, would he be able to suppress it? Ninjin hopes so. Still he could not afford not to.
Della’s aura soared up all around her and for a moment Ninjin’s hopes went with them. Perhaps Della really was everything she claimed to be and more. Della’s eyes began to flicker as she focused on the task at hand. Her body began to rock and sway. Ninjin wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but it was quite clear that she was doing something. What that something was he could only guess. Her aura began to flicker and Ninjin surged forwards to help steady her as she summoned a staff to do the same. Her power had dropped quite low. Whatever she had done took quite a bit out of her. Still the Emperor’s hopes had not diminished until she spoke.
It was not possible. Not at the current moment. Barakyel was too far away, or perhaps too strong. Ninjin’s fists clenched. It was not Della’s fault, clearly. Whatever she had done she had given an effort that had almost seen her exert herself into unconsciousness. Regardless his son was still trapped inside something worse than hell. Ninjin turned away from Della and back towards the fight. Wrath sat off by himself, healing the wounds caused by Zasham. Ninjin’s mouth twisted into a snarl of rage and his power surged to its maximum. A sharpened metal beam from the ceiling that hung over Wrath’s head would fall and impale the creature rapidly, whistling through the air like a missile falling towards its target until it buried itself into the fleshy shoulder of the black creature. It would be in the exact way that Zeke had impaled him into the arena floor, completely once again missing vital organs. Though then again Ninjin wasn’t entirely sure where Wrath’s vital organs were, he could only hazard a guess based on his humanoid figure. If his anatomy was anything like Saiyans then it was a wound Ninjin was intimately familiar with and one he would need no anatomy-textbook or lesson to get right. He needed some way to get his rage out. That and it would buy Zasham more time.
Afterwards he would turn back towards Delashano.
“I will bring you this demon. Alive or dead. And then we will try again. If you’re willing.” It was a promise. To himself, to Azuki, to Della. Though once again he was not going to make her help. She had shaken his hand and offered to aid him clean up Beta and Omega, and that he would hold her to. Whether or not it was possible to bring back his son and what this power of hers was and could truly do… he didn’t know. He had just gotten his hopes up briefly and felt foolish for it.
His Revenge however? That was something that he knew he could accomplish. He would make them pay. Rid the galaxy of their poisons. First there was more that needed to be done. More motions to be set in place for his revenge. Beta and Omega needed to be changed. There were many great plans in his head for that. His army needed to be readied. Della ran an academy of sorts. No doubt they could gather many soldiers there, though he would not make them fight. They would fight of their own will, and for the same reasons that he and Della did. To better the universe. To rid those who would do evils onto others. The Church was the biggest evil Ninjin knew.
There was also the matter of finding the locations of Obadiah Roxxon, Barakyel, and the rest of the Universal Church of One. Zasham’s fight with the Zex brothers could not last much longer. Prometheus would be dealt with soon enough by Zasham, and then Wrath would be dealt with as well one way or another.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Apr 27, 2015 2:44:52 GMT -5
Cracks rippled through the shimmering glow of the Lord’s ultimate barrier. Again and again the chakrams struck, always the same spot. No point in wasting time or energy dispersing the blows. Only a single section need give and the whole sphere would crumble in turn. That was all the rings desired as they hammered away. Again and again they ricocheted erratically. They always returned though, hooking back for another go, knowing the job was not yet finished. Relentlessly the red rings slammed into the shield; it shone like a solar corona amidst an eclipse. But the shadow was quickly passing and soon the light would be no more. All the while circling puddle continued moving from cover to cover, waiting. Waiting.
Zasham was careful not to stay in one space too long, even with his aura bending light around him. Despite it the few seconds of ‘rest’ were welcomed by the resident personalities within the majin host. Yet the demon was not. The demon wanted blood and it would have it. So why should Wrath move? The stronger beast did not have to chase the creature; it had made its intentions clear from the start. It wanted the brothers Zex. So he bided his time as his body slowly recovered from his wounds, no doubt waiting for the horror to come to him. It was the smart play. The seasoned warriors clustered within the swirl of machine and magic knew that much. All he had to do was make sure he was prepared for his opponent’s next move, and so he did; eyes scanned the field of battle while his body was taught, ready to pounce.
Much was happening on both sides of the coin. William listened to it all, an eye on two screens, a spectator himself within the swirling chaos of the demon’s ‘mind.’ On one was the battle before him, though he was not nervous about that. With Ninjin’s presence the outcome was inevitable. However he had been clear about his intentions of carrying out the revenge himself. After all it was Zex’s creation which had assimilated his body and sent his soul off to heaven. Leaving everything he ever was to rot within this infernal abyss. All he wanted was for them to share in his fate. To avenge the human boy that had once been William Watson; to avenge the loss of a son and sibling. For once he was content on letting the evil creature wreak destruction knowing there were few others more deserving.
On the other screen were two humanoids, two thrones. One plush, one iron. Their conversation taking strange twists and turns. This woman was a relative mystery. She had appeared suddenly and quickly went about trying to affect change in the collective. Admirable yet foolish. The nature of those who called Alpha Prime home was that of malevolence and indignity. Natures could not be altered. They could only be culled and repurposed. One step at a time. She spoke of wishes and saving Azuki’s soul. Then perhaps his plan was not needed after all? Perhaps he would not need to devour the devourer. The saiyan stood from the iron throne and took her hand and said the words. Hopes were raised for a few precious moments but weaned along with her power, until she was exhausted. Relegated to leaning on a staff the lines in her face showed the effort put forth. All for naught.
Zasham carved an enclosing arc around the recuperating Fist of Alpha Prime, attempting to flank him. The voices called for restraint, they demanded strategy. Zasham demanded vengeance and thirsted for blood. In the end it was the demon who won, grinding his teeth until the others where white noise in the chaos of his mind. Locked up and repressed for far too long and incensed by the totality of their hate for the brothers the demon was beyond control. Suddenly, aside, Ninjin’s power flirted with its zenith, disappointed and rage playing into one another. Then he saw it, a glimmer which passed in a fraction of a second. The speed was nearly beyond the majin’s comprehension, his eyes catching but a trace. Only after was it clear, as a sharpened beam jutted out of the hulking monstrosity. Lest he was able to move, though surprising as it may be it was not entirely impossible, despite his split attention.
Rage surged within the majin, his eyes burning a bright red. A child upset his toy had been touched by another. It did not matter that the new King’s heart was in the right place. Good intentions meant nothing to the technarcana. Yet he was not so foolish as to waste an opportunity, cemented by internal encouragement. No sooner than his eyes lay on the weaponized length of metal than he cut in with all his available power, launching straight at the likely distracted Wrath. Preceding his arrival was a vanishing beam loosened from one of the initial four hands, while the additional ones took the form of massive blades, instantly relinquishing the cloak in a wild distortion. The blast’s intended effect was double with hopes of both further disorienting and softening the warrior. Eyes adjusting to the debris cloud, his vision filtered and pierced its veil an instant before entering.
The moment Zasham was upon his greatest adversary all four hands would act simultaneously. The originals would liquefy as they found their targets, the left going right for the wound caused by Ninjin’s sudden interference. The right extended straight into his fanged maw, wary of another obsidian beam now that the beast’s vision was undoubtedly normalizing. The lower pair, a gift from the fallen Vespasian, now a pair of long razor sharp blades would thrust into Wrath’s sides, on either side of their extended rib cage. Lungs were the hope, though he was not intimately familiar with the alien’s anatomy. Not yet. In the end however all four limbs had the same mission; once in the wound, his jaw, and hopefully his abdomen in two places, they would liquefy and expand.
In the fresh cut microscopic tendrils would branch out into the capillaries and muscle fibers. Through the mouth his amorphous mass would surge down his throat, flooding his trachea and esophagus. Hopefully the blades made their way into the precious organs, before drowning the lungs too. Fiery red rings afloat in seas of black would glare, unblinking, into their prey’s own eyes. Forever unwavering in their resolution. If Zasham had his way, in moments black tears would trickle from the sunken eyes and flat nostrils. Should it all come to pass, and Wrath’s flame flicker out, the demon’s body would expand and mold around him. Beckoning him into the darkness; calling for him to join the legion within.
Simultaneously, as the elder’s shield seemed to reach its capacity the chakrams would loop back, different than before, this time coming in together at once. At full force the two would strike the weakened spot of the barrier in hopes of shattering once and for all. All the devious puddle hears is a heartbeat which replaces the constant thump, thump of the rings for the few moments they come together. It is well alive with molotov cocktail of adrenaline, fear, and no doubt determination, fueling its rhythm. From one shadow to another it jolts, awaiting the satisfying sound of the sphere’s collapse. It knew only the hunger and should the wall fall, it would be ready to satisfy it. A similar fate awaited the brothers Zex as the black masses looked to take assimilate them; a hell beyond hell.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Apr 28, 2015 20:20:54 GMT -5
Years ago, farther back than any in the room had been alive save the brother’s Zex, the two aliens had been drawn back to each other. After Prometheus’ short exile, his weak physical form not allowing him immediate retribution, the elder of the two brothers had come to Wrath. Initially the hulking creature had been unsure what his brother wanted from him, their race not exactly built on close family ties. Yet, his older brother’s words had convinced him of all the pair might be capable of should they join forces. Prometheus was as smart as they came, his brother as strong as they came. Together they were brains and brawn, an unstoppable duo that had carved their way to the head of their own people through blood and death. Over the years they had grown to trust one another.
It had not been enough though, Prometheus wasn’t satisfied with such a position, he wanted to be more than just the most powerful of a select race. What the eldest Zex wanted was to leave his mark on the Universe, leaving behind a legacy that would stretch across generations. Wrath…Wrath only wanted more foes to crush between his powerful claws. The building of Alpha Prime had given them plenty to do, its initial years wrought with design issues and thugs trying to assert their claim over parts of the far off station. Design issues had been solved by the sharp mind of Prometheus and issues of the more physical nature had been handled by Wrath. Like before it had worked perfectly, the culmination of all their hard work the Galactic Tournament and the discovering of Belegost in turn. How foolishly all had rushed to their tournament for the chance to grasp glory when all it had been for was to sniff out potential hired guns. For so long Prometheus has schemed and plotted, who would have thought one of his own creations would be their end? Or was it?
Standing still as his body recovered Wrath, could sense the general direction of the little monster, but he still chose not to attack either one of the brothers. Using the time to his utmost advantage the beast felt his wounds healing, closing as his natural traits acted on instinct. With his focus mostly on the little monster he had been fighting against thus far he had figured the two talking to the side were content with their conversation as they played King and Queen. Even to Wrath their thrones held as much significance as a paper crown. Each had taken their most recent positions by force, a display of power nothing compared to what he and his brother had accomplished. His lack of real focus on them had left him open though, the beam that shot down from the ceiling driving through his body and spiking him to the floor.
Hissing in pain the monster shot a glare to the cowardly King, not once had the boy even attempted to confront him physically. Again he used his strange powers to pin the larger alien to the floor. This time more organs had been pierced, save his heart…well one of them remained intact. Coughing, blood ran from his lips, but it was nothing that he couldn’t heal from. Of course that is when the third coward of the group chose to reengage.
No longer afraid to challenge the alien, now that he was gravely injured and on top of that restrained, the little beast came back into view. Arms spread wide it descended upon him like a spider leaping onto the pray caught within its web or in this case, the web of another. A beam struck him in the side, the blast obviously meant to soften the beast for his much more physical approach. After that the remaining arms stabbed inwards, two reaching for Wrath’s sides as another strove to dive into his open mouth. The latter was disintegrated as another black blast was let rip from his open maw, but the two aimed for his sides bit deep. In drove the blades before they began to spread out, pushing farther into his body. Hissing in pain the hulking alien refused to let out a cry of pain, he never had. This little beast wanted to be so close? Then Wrath would obliterate him, energy gathering within the hulking monster’s chest until a familiar voice called out from the side.
”Wrath do not, you must trust me!” With his shield quickly being battered to pieces Prometheus Zex had been able to do nothing, but try and think of a plan. The two fools off to the side were a dead end, their disillusioned selves not an option for the brothers. With that realization he had shifted gears, that shift having forced his mind to think about the creature that was attacking them and the dire situation they were in. The larger of the brother’s eyes would shift to meet those of Zex, not fully understanding the command. However, when he saw the sincerity in his brother’s eyes Wrath willed himself to let the energy gathered harmlessly dissipate just as the chakrams shattered his brother’s shield. The brothers had always trusted in one another, this was no different.
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Post by Delashano on Apr 30, 2015 2:40:18 GMT -5
Della knew she did not have any -real- reason to but she felt angry with herself for being unable to accomplish the wish, it was certainly not something that she had a particularly large amount of control over, yes technically her power had begun tapping into her own strength in an effort to accomplish the wish but she was rather certain that even with as much of her power drained as had been already the wish had been rather far from being granted, the distance was simply to great and the demon too powerful. This was no minor imp scheming from the sidelines, the creature that held Azuki Hattori's soul was a full blow and likely quite old Demon, she had briefly felt the creatures power while trying to free Azuki and while it gave nowhere near enough information to tell her how strong it was exactly she could feel great power from it. Still regardless of it being outside her control she felt her anger nonetheless, a child's soul was trapped within that terrible creature somewhere, with no chance of freedom unless it was dealt with, Demons were as far as Della's research indicated, immortal, certainly not invincible by any means though often quite resilient, but almost completely immune to any form of death outside of being murdered.
Thankfully Ninjin seemed quite up to the task of dealing with the demon, he spoke with such confidence that he WOULD beat the Demon that Della found herself quite capable of believing him, and really what reason did she have to doubt the man? He was by far the strongest warrior she had ever met, outclassing even Akassa a feat that until Ninjin nobody Della had ever met could even come close to. "I would suggest alive, bloody, beaten, broken, but alive. I think we would both prefer to not to take the risk that the demon's death might have ill effects on your son's soul. Whenever you have him I will make attempt again." Della said with a nod, thankfully the effort had been a failed one and thus Ninjin was not 'out' a wish, with her ability to grant wishes came an innate ability to understand how many wishes a person had left, before the attempt Ninjin unsurprisingly possesed 3 available wishes and thankfully after it had remained the same. "Know that even if something drives us apart as allies, I will still do this for you. I know quite well the pain of losing a child before there time and I cannot bare the idea of any child not receiving a proper rest." Della said with a heavy sigh, quite rare was it that she mentioned Vitam even in such a vague way as she just had with Ninjin.
Few, living or dead, knew much of her loved ones from long ago. No was aware in concept that she had been quite close to Seikatsu, Astos, Vitam, and Hazezon, she knew that she had loved Seikatsu and Astos had been like a brother to her, but No did not pry often into her past out of respect and as such she did not presently know much of Vitam of Hazezon. Akassa knew in some ways more and less as there discussions were not always as in depth as her discussions with No but they did extend to other family.
Turning away for a moment Della took a more active interest in the battle again in an effort to clear her mind at least for a few moments. "Your friend is quite skilled to pair so well against both of them, he is quite the curious entity, even here on Omega with how diverse the population is I do not believe I have seen anyone quite like him." Della said wagering a guess based on all the small clues that Zasham was male, the name felt masculine, the voice was masculine. She had been wrong before with such clues but usually that was enough "His focus on Promethius is a touch worrying though. I imagine Promethus has done something to earn all the rage your friend is throwing around but ignoring Wrath seems a touch risky." Della commented, ultimately with Ninjin present Zasham was in no danger at all but even before Ninjin's arrival the inky creature had been utterly focused on Promethus.
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Emperor Ninjin Hattori
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Emperor of Beta, Leader of PTO
Gloria in excelsis Imperium
Posts: 665
Base: 202,252
True Power: 404,504
Oozaru: 1,011,260
FPSSJ: 3,640,536
Zeni: 2,486
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Apr 30, 2015 11:07:30 GMT -5
Ninjin stood next to his unusual companion in the rubble of the Zex’s manor in Monarch Heights on Omega and watched as his Majin ally Zasham attempted to absorb both Prometheus and Wrath. Some distance away from all this sat Arctic’s head watching it all in slack-jawed dead-eyed awe. His apparently wish-granting friend had just tried and failed to bring his son’s soul back from the demon who ate him. It had been an eventful few moments. Ninjin stood back when he was done sending the metal bar through the alien Wrath, who turned and glared at him. Ninjin simply smirked back and made a “heh” sound. If Wrath didn’t like it he was welcome to try and do something about it, but he lacked the power, and that’s why though he had been nearly killed by Ninjin twice the hulking alien still only focused on the weaker power attacking. The beast had not even made a move towards Ninjin, instead throwing hisses and glares. The strongest thing he could muster against the Super Saiyan.
Delashano was proving to be a very interesting heretofore unknown piece of the puzzle. The wish hadn’t worked, and it had irked Ninjin’s ire, but the woman still seemed willing to help. Ninjin’s color faded slightly as he thought of what it would do to Azuki’s soul if Barakyel was destroyed. Or what it was doing to him now. The rage threatened to boil up within himself once again. Della’s next words surprised Ninjin, and the rage left him slowly like steam venting. She was willing to help him with this even if they found themselves at odds. It was an offer that few in the galaxy would give, and even fewer would truly hold to. In this moment though the woman seemed as if she meant every word of what she said. It could only be seen in the future where their paths would take them. Ninjin had learned in his existence that the path you have planned out usually isn’t always the one you’ll end up taking. With a sad nod he acknowledged the meaning of her next few words. She too had lost a child somehow. The Saiyan was not about to pry.
She too seemed to want to move away from the subject as she turned back towards the battle and commented on Zasham’s fighting abilities. It was true that the Majin was tenacious. Fighting both Zex brothers at once was a feat that none Ninjin knew of could say had done and lived. Zasham was doing so expertly, albeit with a little help from Ninjin here and there. It was also true that Ninjin had never encountered anything in the galaxy quite like the Majin, but then he had encountered a lot of things in the galaxy that were truly unique. Truffle, Zasham, even present company. Never before had Ninjin met a being that claimed it could grant wishes.
“He is something indeed. When I had no one else he was there for me.” There would be no mistaking the thankfulness to have his friend and companion. There was a part of him, a dark part, that could only imagine the depths he might have sunk to had his friend not been there to pull him back from the brink numerous times.
Della remarked on Zasham’s focus on Prometheus and Ninjin chuckled and shrugged. With a finger a small bar of metal shot into Artic’s severed neck on the ground and it rose into the air and over towards them. It came to rest in Ninjin’s outstretched hand and he gazed into its lifeless eyes. This creature had once been the most powerful in the galaxy. Would he someday end up just like it? A mere stepping stone on some greater power’s quest for vengeance?
“It’s a little macabre, but it was meant to be a symbol. That and I think it’s worth preserving for histories sake. As for his seeming obsession with Prometheus? I can only hazard a guess, though I believe he worked for the fellow.”
It was not his place to reveal why Zasham was truly there. His own secrets were his to brandish and wear as openly as he liked, but he would not give any information of Willie’s away.
Ninjin’s eyebrow raised as Wrath began to build energy as Zasham continued his relentless assault, aided every so often by Ninjin. Zasham too had been upset at Ninjin’s interference against Wrath, but that did little to bother the Saiyan. It wasn’t as if he had killed either Zex, he was merely providing his friend opportunities, perhaps when not in the heat of battle he would come to understand that. Suddenly Prometheus yelled out to Wrath not to use the energy that had been building. Wrath let go of his energy right as Zasham’s attack burst through Prometheus’ shield. Ninjin stood and stared at the combat, interested in what was about to happen next.
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Post by Lord Zasham on May 2, 2015 16:26:07 GMT -5
So his hunger demanded, so it came to past. Zasham found himself at the precipice of all his corrupted heart’s desires. The chakrams were relentless, ever eager to live up to their names. Ever eager to send Prometheus to the gates of Hell. Every hit caused the tears to ripple outward, the cracks a growing spider web around the Lord of Alpha Prime, whilst the arachnid crept at the darkened edges of debris, awaiting its moment of vindication. A spider cares not for silly subjective ideals such as bravery. A spider is not a hero. It is a living hunger waiting for the next victim to become ensnared in its web.
The perfectly circular beam, though perspective fell to optical illusion as it would appear a sphere in the eyes of its target, found purchase in the behemoth’s taught black skin. Crimson ki washed over the alien, now pinned to the ground by a sharpened metal beam, just as the blackness was upon him. One hand went for Wrath’s jaws, a necessary sacrifice in the grand scheme to satiate his hunger. Naturally it would explode in a hail of black energy, disintegrating the limb that dare near the bloody fangs. It was a fair trade, his arm for an opening. He had four arms and a penchant for regrowth; openings against the Fist of Alpha Prime were far rarer.
As his arm was incinerated, past the elbow and halfway to the shoulder, the other three however had already made their moves. The additional limbs, having transformed into full arm blades, drove deep into the beast, whilst the remaining original sunk into the wound left open by the metal beam. Quickly they liquefied and expanded, finding itself home amongst the creature’s obsidian blood which pumped violently through his veins. The sounds of pain cloaked in fury rumbled from his lipless mouth as fiery rings adrift in pools of black glared, unblinking, into the sunken pits of Wrath’s face. Every twinge of pain upon his face, every moment the beady black eyes grew deader, was fire to the madness. However there would be no satisfying screams of agony from the monstrous warrior. William knew he would never lose his defiant warrior spirit even in the final throws of death.
Then Wrath’s energy began to pool once more, but in a way which lit the red rings ablaze. It was too familiar to ignore, too infuriating to forget. Not another. The liquid limbs surged within, filling every cavity they could find, and despite the creature’s impressive healing factor, it was not something one could recover from. Zasham would not lose another. He would not lose his vengeance. Then a sound over his shoulder, nearly lost amongst the crashing blows of the airborne rings. "Wrath do not, you must trust me!” The familiar voice alone was enough to incite the majin as the younger brother’s eyes flashed to the elder. In the end he did not care why Prometheus said what he said, or what plan he had in store, for as soon the powered died away, Zasham went for the kill. The rubbery black beast would melt like ice in a sauna and pour into Wrath the moment he decided to trust his brother.
In moments he would be gone, his presence only evident by what residual goo remained in the three entrance wounds. The blackness would surge throughout his body, until dark goo began to sweat from his pores. Like wildfire he would spread, collapsing all the numerous vital organs one after another, shutting the Fist of Alpha Prime down one process at a time in rapid succession. Riding down the spinal cord and up the brain stem he would enflame every nerve and eat away at his mind. Death would be relatively quick, but the pain would be unreal. As the beads of black sweat secreted form every pore streamed down him it too would combine and expand, assimilating him inside and out. The technarcana would feel acidic to his skin as it began breaking him down to the molecular level for analysis. In the end, Wrath would only know darkness.
At the same time so too did the elder’s defenses fail, the two chakrams coming together in one mighty blow to finally shatter the barrier like glass. Ricocheting back up they would circle back immediately to aid the black mass. However by that time it would already be in motion, internalized intensity exploding as its moment finally arrived. Before the shield had even finished dissipating into nothingness it would be airborne, launched directly at the downed alien lord. As the fractions of a second slowly collected into a whole, it would grow, a wave slowly building as it neared the coast. Expanding out and up, mass flowing up as it crested, the tidal wave of darkness would then engulf its target. Crashing down hard upon, black waters upon his body’s rocky shores, it wasted no time. Once it totally encompassed its creator it would eat him away as it did his trusted brother, assimilating the brothers Zex into the true collective.
The precipice of all his dark desires loomed there in front of him and the majin grasped at it with all his furious might. Vengeance for birthing him into a prison of nothingness, for introducing him to the seeds of chaos until madness consumed him. At his fingertips was retribution; so he lashed out and clawed for it, viciously intent on claiming it once and for all.
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Post by Delashano on May 5, 2015 2:38:08 GMT -5
Della nodded as Ninjin spoke interested to find that Zasham was evidently quite close to Ninjin, he had mentioned that the inky creature had been a friend but stating that he had been there for him when no other was said quite a lot about Zasham that there was almost certainly far more to the creature, the man that was fighting Promethus and Wrath than just rage and -seemingly- mindless fighting, it stood to reason that the state Zasham was in was likely do to something particularly bad that Promethus and/or Wrath had done to him. It was sad really, just how badly Promethus had done things. His goals had been merely to obtain more and more prestige and power for himself at any cost and unfortunately for him the end cost was to be his life. For as intelligent as Promethus seemed to like to project himself as he lacked the presence of mind to know that it was not good to play so dangerously with the lives of those beneath you especially when they possessed power like Zasham, power enough to stand a chance against Wrath and MORE than enough power to kill Promethus easily were it not for his brothers presence.
Tilting her head as Ninjin brought the impaled head of Arctic over to them remarking that he was quite aware of how macabre his actions were but that he had a plan for the head, the race Arctic belonged to were well known for there durability even in death, the head would likely last for a VERY long time before it actually rotted in any significant way. "I suppose it has its uses in that way, but I would suggest a bit of caution. It certainly will serve as a strong symbol of what you are capable of but it might send the wrong message. People like Promethus and Arctic fall because they were a blight on the people they ruled over they take everything they can without making efforts to create, and the people saw them as exactly that, they have few who would likely stand up for them outside of those who stand to profit from there continued reign but putting heads on spikes is not well known as the tactic of a good ruler, that generally falls into the realm of men like Arctic and Promethus." Della said her eyes locked on the battle rather than Ninjin himself, there was a good chance that Ninjin already knew the risk of how people would view him if he did keep Arctic's skull on display.
"Its ultimately all a matter of how you want to be seen I suppose, I do not personally think it to be a worthwhile choice to keep his head, I presume you did so in a manner that leaves little question that it was you to do the deed. You do not need a head on a spike to show people what you are willing to do, unless you keep it secret people WILL know, it will spread like wildfire, that is what I have come to understand about the nature of the modern era, information can be transferred in seconds from planet to planet, any video of your battle with Arctic will be watched millions of times, audio of speeches you give describing the fight will be heard just as much. If people forget what you are willing to do because they do not see a head on a spike it will be either because you have brought order to the known universe and comfortable peace has settled, or because you have died. The most important question you should ask yourself about this, is if you want people to remember you for the people you have killed rather than for the leader you are." Della concluded her statement as Zasham began to do... something... to the Zex brothers the energy readings going on were completely erratic from what she could feel as whatever Zasham was doing seemed to be causing a strange sort of merger between his energy signature and the brothers. Turning her head slightly to glance back at Ninjin partially to see his reaction to her statement and partially to give him a questioning look in regards to what was even going on.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on May 5, 2015 7:33:10 GMT -5
Uncertainty awaited them both. How often that had been the case. For decades the brothers Zex had forged ahead on their own path, uncertainty met with strength of mind and body. Wrath had always been the brawn, just like today, a powerful force that even a false Super Saiyan King couldn't squash with ease. The strength and resilience he possessed was comparable to none save the creature that had now begun invading his body. As resilient as this little black beast had proven itself, it really was no match for the larger beast, it's Saiyan master the only reason that it still drew breath. Master, ally, friend, it mattered not how the creature was tied to the cowardly Saiyan an Makaio that stood some distance away for their bonds were ultimately fickle. Never would such creatures of chaos truly be on the same side. There would never be a brotherly bond between them like that shared between Wrath and Prometheus.
That bond is what allowed Wrath to focus through the pain as his body was dissolved. Teeth grinding together with enough force to draw blood from his own gums, the titan of Alpha Prime never made a sound. Instead he looked into the eyes of his brother. To stop resisting and go willingly into the abyss was the deepest display of trust, Wrath never doubting his brother. Even as his vision began to fade and his consciousness was absorbed into the beast, he had no idea why his brother had told him to cease resistance. The reason didn't really matter, the look in his brothers eyes and the small nod was all he needed to fully believe in Prometheus' words. The most painful part of it all was knowing the same fate would befall them both, yet there had to be a reason Prometheus wished to allow it. Wrath had lived his life in the service of the one creature worthy of his trust and admiration, and that is how he would end it. The bond of brothers was unbreakable, even in death.
A short distance away, in the rubble of the mansion he had built, Prometheus felt the exact same way. To see his brother so willingly trust in his words in such a situation couldn't have made the Lord of Alpha Prime any prouder. Although a brute in the eyes of many, Wrath was far more complicated than any realized. The brothers understood each other and for that reason they had gained a trust for one another that was unparalleled. While only one sentence had been exchanged between them a plan had been enacted, their only option at this point, even if Wrath wasn't fully aware what that plan was.
Prometheus was one of the most intelligent creatures in the galaxy and by far the smartest one in the room. While in his shield he had been racking his brain for the answer to this seemingly impossible situation and he had found it. The answer came from the first day he had brought Willie Watson into his service, or what had once been Willie Watson. Based on the signature now he realized the boy had never really been a boy, at least not under his service. Of course background checks had shown he had been born of a human mother, but his shift into the little black beast left no question that at some point that boy had ceased to be. What took his place was...a Majin.
Little information existed on the creatures, but what the Lord did know about them was their ability to absorb others into their being. Based on the two personalities Zex had seen, the absorption appeared to meld the consciousness of the creature and it's target together. Willie Watson had been calm and controlled while this creature was the embodiment of chaos. Such a thing could not have been an act. As it had wrapped itself around his brother, Prometheus had seen the only path the brothers could take. Wrath defeating the monster was pointless with the other two so near. Their days as they were, were finished, but that didn't mean the brothers Zex were done for. Both possessed the strongest of wills and if his hypothesis was correct, both would become part of this monster when it assimilated them. Death was certain, yet continued existence was equally certain, even if it was in a different state.
No soon had his words reached his brother did his barrier shatter, the black beast lunging for him as well. Focused like his brother, the two held each others stares as the monster dissolved and absorbed them. The pain overwhelming their senses was second only to their devotion to one another. While the last look they shared only lasted moments, it spoke of the centuries they had spent alongside one another. The brothers Zex shared that last look and then they were gone. The Majin known as Zasham would have his vengeance, but in doing so take those he hated into his very being, immortalizing them as part of his own existence. There, within the magical creation of the late Lord of Alpha Prime, the brothers Zex would exist until the end of his days and what remained of their consciousness forever part of his own.
The monster would now rule Alpha Prime.
Like father, like son.
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