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Post by Azazel Moloch on May 22, 2015 20:08:17 GMT -5
After her talking with Ninjin she learned that Willie was the new ruler of Alpha Prime. Her and Silitha made their way almost immediately after talking to Ninjin. Silitha was eager to meet another person that agreed to help her. Upon their arrival it was clear that a battle had taken place at Monarch Heights. Making her way up to where the palace used to be the building was in shambles. Looking around the surrounding buildings had clear signs that the battle was not contained inside the originating building. Azazel hoped that others were not injured during willies fight with Zex and Wrath.
“Are you sure that your friend is going to still be here Azazel?” Silitha asked tightening her grip on Azazels hand.
“Ninjin told us that he was here and if he is the new ruler of this station. I am sure that he is going to be here. It seems like he has already started rebuilding as Ninjin had started doing. Have a little faith Silitha.” Azazel said
The two continued into the ruins that lay before them. Looking around once again they see others helping rebuild the palace. Once they got to the top, the building seemed to be split in half. One side was completely destroyed. While the other was in ruins. Azazel was glad to find out that both of her friends had survived their encounters with the leaders of these stations.
Azazel yelled out “Willie are you round here? It is Azazel, I have come to talk to you after all of this time.” Azazel would wait for Willie to show himself. If he was even here in the first place.
“I hope that Ninjin was right and your friend Willie is here. I want to see what he looks like. You talked a about him when we first meet.” Silitha said to Azazel
“I know he is here. He wouldn’t take over Alpha Prime and leave it right after. He is here Silitha, Ninjin wouldn’t lie to us.”
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Post by Lord Zasham on May 24, 2015 5:37:07 GMT -5
Monarch Heights had been a gated community; large, powerful gates with razor wire atop and high voltage coursing through them. Sensors built in as well, to alert of airborne intruders, given the universe’s penchant for flying. On a station which housed a Molotov cocktail of the universe’s worst and cruelest, detection and deterrence were key; not that anyone had dared assault the domain of Prometheus Zex. The few who had been so bold were dealt with by Wrath in an exemplary manner. If there was one thing the Fist of Alpha Prime could do, it was set an example. After all, the wealthy and influential who had resided in Monarch Heights paid the brothers Zex hefty sums to call it home.
A wide road had snaked its way through the gentle hills, atop each which sat a grand mansion. None so grand as the Lord’s abode though, where it sat at the space station’s zenith. In comparison the others were just large, fancy houses really. But it had become a battleground, evident by the destruction seen all around. Zex’s estate had taken a heavy hit, half of it dilapidated and on the verge of collapse, while the other half had been wiped from existence; the servants’ building now a smoking heap. It fared better than others though, Wrath’s stray attacks having all but leveled the other houses. Some had clear holes running straight through them, the house’s integrity withstanding. Others were not so lucky, having collapsed in on themselves so as to become nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Zasham waltzed through each house, each building, in turn, examining everything; the historian of Alpha Prime. With Prometheus and Wrath’s collective memories, he was now the foremost intelligence on the space station, knowing every nook and cranny. But this damage was new, needed to be cataloged; needed to be remembered. After all they stood as a testament to the majin’s ascension to power. Plus they would soon be gone, all of it, dust in the winds of time. Change had come to Alpha Prime and it began here, in Monarch Heights. Soon where many wealthy estates had once stood only one compound would remain. It was the first of many changes to come.
A twitch in his mind alerted him to guests; two power levels appeared; one quite mighty, the other half as much so. The reigning Lord of Alpha Prime knew the stronger of the two to be the makaio known as Azazel, though it took him a moment to recognize her signature. It had been a long while since he had laid eyes upon her. Was she still as beautiful as William remembered her? Twirling his finger in the air, his gravitational field warped, reconstituted to fit Zasham’s needs as he lifted off the ground and listed over to where the newcomers strolled through Zex’s abolished abode. Once over their position he would lower at a moderate pace, tapping his foot on air while looking slightly up, miming an elevator trip.
“Azazel, my dear friend, so good to see you after such time,” cooed the Lord as his feet gently touched earth and the surrounding gravitons returned to their natural state. The apparent human would no doubt look different than last she saw him, at the galactic tournament, though given the inner demon having overtaken him in their match she would probably be happy just to see him without red and black eyes or spikes for hands. Still, Watson’s form had aged since they last met, thanks to the influence of Grandmaster Masamune. His once clean shaven face now shadowed by fine facial hair framing his cheeks and encircling his taut lips. Atop his head his formally unkempt hair now slightly longer and combed back behind his ears. Even his iconic clothing was no more, the leather jacket and hooded sweatshirt gone; a fine black suit befitting a man of power now draped his slightly taller, more muscular, frame.
His eyes, however, still held that optimistic brilliance to them, something he could not overcome in this form. William Watson’s golden heart permeated his skin; even the darkness of the brothers Zex could not extinguish it. Though now they were unblinking in their vigilance. Folding his hands behind his back he looked to her side and saw another, smaller, makaio; which he presumed from her resemblance to Azazel. “Upon acquiring my birthright I searched the depths of Alpha Prime’s knowledge and could find nothing on your sister,” he added after a moment, “though it seems you did not need my help after all, if I am correct in presuming this is the Silithia I heard so much about?”
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Post by Azazel Moloch on May 25, 2015 18:37:33 GMT -5
Azazel and Silitha stood silently as they awaited the arrival of their friend. Azazel was interested to see Willie after all this time. She wondered if he even remembered the promise that he had kept to her, like Ninjin had. Waiting for a few more seconds she began to sense an approaching power signature. Looking around she couldn’t see anyone yet, but after a few more seconds William descended upon them. Greeting Azazel stating that it was good to see her after such a long time. Indeed a long time has passed since the two have interacted with each other.
“It is good to see you too Willie, I am glad that I was able to find you so quickly. It seems that you too have taken a place of position as well. I have already meet with Ninjin who told me where I could find you.” Azazel said looking at her friend who appeared to look older since the last time she saw him.
The two continued to listen to Willie speak and he stated that taking Alpha prime was his birth right. Azazel was confused by this statement, but said nothing to contradict him about it. If it was in fact his birthright to be the ruler of Alpha Prime then there was nothing to say about it. She was also glad to hear that he had not forgotten the promise he made to her. In fact he used some of his resources to try to locate Silitha. Even though his attempt or any attempt that him or Ninjin tried to do would find them nothing. As he finished talking, Silitha took a side step from Azazels side, still holding onto her hand.
“Yes this is Silitha, my youngest sister. I thank you for trying to locate her, but your attempts would have found you nothing. There was only one place that I needed to go to reunite with her and the rest of my family.” Azazel said looking down at Silitha
“It is good to meet you Willie, Azazel has told me a little about you. I thank you for offering to help my sister try to find me.” Silitha said giving Willie a smile.
Azazel looked around once more at all the repairs that Willie was going to have to make. “Seems like there was quite the battle that took place here Willie. Like I said to Ninjin I am glad that you made it out alive and that I was able to find you.” Azazel stated taking a brief pause. “It seems that you are going to be making repairs for quite some time my friend.” Azazel said with a smile.
“What happened here Mr. Watson? It looks like your home got attacked by someone or something? Or was there someone else here before you arrived and you took it from them?” Silitha asked Willie.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 2, 2015 17:59:59 GMT -5
The Lord of Alpha Prime nodded as the makoishin spoke of the pointlessness of his inquiries. It struck him as strange. Ninjin too had his contacts in the PTO searching for the woman’s younger sister, the very girl standing at her side. And she had spoken to him first, apparently, implying he too was equally unsuccessful. The rest was an educated insinuation, “Do you speak of Other World? At least that was how Ninjin referred to it,” he replied. “It was where the rest of her family resided, Azazel had said, and she was makaioshin; it would only make sense a demon would come from hell after all. If the girl too could not be found by the Zexus nor PTO it made sense for her have be in another plane altogether.
Then the little demon girl spoke to which the apparent human could not help but smile, as inspired by her own. “You are quite welcome my dear and it is too a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” then he would suddenly begin to shrink as the last words left his lips, regressing in age by using William’s memories as a reference point. Once he was Silithia’s height, and approximate human age equivalent, he would hold out a hand, with a childish grin to match it. “I am happy to see you are your sister’s side once more,” he added, his voice now matching his appearance in its youthfulness. There was something innocent about her, which was probably strange considering she was a demon.
After the younger sister had accepted his handshake, which he hoped she would given the effort put forth to be on level footing with her as he always thought it so demeaning when one would kneel to speak with someone of lesser height and/or age, he would turn back to the eldest. As he turned back to address big sis his body would return to its ‘normal’ form; the eyes which caught hers would be those of an aged Will Watson. Scruff and all. Then her head would turn away, assessing their surroundings, curiosity burrowing into her facial features.
For months he had thought of Azazel, having not seen her since the tournament right here on Alpha Prime, and wondered how her searched fared and if she was well. Even now, she was one of his closest friends; a sad thought when one realized what little time they had actually spent together. Then again, Zasham had few friends. Majins were not the social butterflies of the universe and, in all reality, he was merely nine months old. The true chaos that was the demon within was an infant, hence why the personality which once identified itself as William Watson was able to maintain control; with help from Tycho and Masamune of course.
“Oh I don’t know… It is amazing how quickly things can be built given proper incentive,” he said with a sly grin. “Plus, me and my… Aide will be personally helping to expedite the process,” the majin was still unsure of how exactly to refer to Zelba; she was a mystery all herself. “But I can assure you a more beautiful phoenix shall rise from these ashes,” he said, raising his arms from his sides slowly as he did. Then his arms came down abruptly and fell behind his back, left hand gripping right wrist, before he added, “And there shall always be a place there for you, both of you, should you ever need, or want, it.” With that the little sister spoke, her eager, youthful curiosity widening his smile.
“How astute my dear, yes there was another here before I; my father and his brother called this ruin their home. Well, creator, though all fathers are their children’s creator I suppose,” he stated as if his assimilation of Prometheus and Wrath was just another day to him. “Thanks in part to Ninjin I was able to repay him for his misdeeds whilst revealing our kinship. Now Alpha Prime has a proper ruler, and in time it as a whole will come to reflect that,” Zasham said ominously; referring to an integral part of his grand scheme which was nearing by the day.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jun 6, 2015 10:05:02 GMT -5
Azazel stood silent next to Silitha, her youngest sister was eagerly awaiting the answer to her question. Wiliam was speaking to Azazel and asked if it was the Other World that she was referring to. That was exactly what she was talking about when she mentioned the place she had to get Silitha. The two demon sisters continued to listen to Zasham speak. Stating that a more beautiful phoenix will arise from the ashes. Azazel was also glad to hear that there would always be a place for Silitha here if they ever needed it. After he thanked Silitha William began to shrink down to Silithas size and extended his hand out. Silitha was hesitant but did accept Williams handshake and watched as he returned to normal size.
“That is good news to hear William, if the day comes I need to remain here for an extended period of time it is good to know I have friends I can trust in.” Azazel said to her old friend.
She continued to listen when William began to explain exactly what had happened here. She learned that Zex was his father/creator and Wrath his brother. Two facts she had not know prior to this engagement. Silitha had a puzzled look on her face as she tried to follow along with what William was explaining to her. Ninjin also had a role to play in helping William aquire his position.
“What did he mean when he said that zex guy was more like his creator? I do not understand the meaning behind that. Was Zex the same to William as our father was to us? OH AND WHY CAN HE SHRINK HIS SIZE AND RETURN TO NORMAL! ” Silitha asked Azazel, hoping that he older sister would have an answer.
“I believe they are one in the same thing Silitha. Zex created William, just like our father created you, myself and the rest of our family. It also seems that William has gotten rid of his creator just like we got rid of ours.” Azazel explained to her sister. The younger demoness seemed to understand her sisters explanation, but it was still obvious that she had so many more questions that needed to get answered. “As for your second question that is going to hav eto be something that you ask William, as I do not have the answer.” Azazel said
“Well William it is good to hear that you are doing well and I would like to offer my help if it is needed. You are one of the few who agreed to help my find SIlitha and I intend to repay you back. I will be staying around Omega for a decent amount of time. So if you need help with anything while I am here, just feel free to ask.” Azazel said to her friend.
Silitha would wait for William to acknowledge Azazels request to help him in anything that he needed done before speaking again. “Ummmmm William why and/or how can you shrink yourself down to my height and then return to normal. Are you not a human?” Silitha asked awating an answer.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 7, 2015 10:21:28 GMT -5
Zasham nodded and smiled as she gave him thanks for the offer. A place to call home, even if only for a while, can be worthwhile to some people. The majin had been to every major hub of life in the universe and yet he always knew Alpha Prime to be his one true home. It was his birthplace, it was where William had died, and it was where he had exacted his revenge for himself and the human. And when he said they would have a place here, once all the reconstruction had finished, he meant it. This entire area, all of Monarch Heights, would become the new capital of the space station.
Prometheus had preferred a measure of anonymity, hence why the majority of his abode was underground; many levels existed beneath their feet, continuing down into the heart of the hollowed out asteroid. He was intent on making the exterior reflect that as well, so when he said a place he quite literally meant it. They would have their own wing, essentially a small house within the castle. He had always expected her to find her sister, so he had always planned their section for two. In the blueprints was even a place for Ninjin and his new Queen, should they ever wish to rest here as well.
Zasham was not one many could trust he could hardly trust himself. So much so that he could not even call himsef William anymore; he simply knew it was not true. While he was not the true Zasham, the demon buried within, he was also not Watson anymore. He had finally come to grips with that. Yet, even the majin knew who its friends were, for in its short life it had known very few. Azazel had been the first, Ninjin the second. Zelba was literally born of him, making her one of the trusted few by default. It was a short list, which he had hoped to grow over time. There was the mystical Delashano too, but she was an acquaintance he was quite wary of.
Then Azazel offered him help. Help? It seemed so simple, a simple offering amidst friends. Yet it was foreign to him. Who had ever helped him? To Prometheus he had been another agent, to his traveling companions on Zex’s team he was just a body; just somebody who could get in their way. Thinking about it now, in all actuality there had only ever been two people who made such an offer to him. Ninjin had stepped up on the streets of Alpha Prime to help William defeat the shadow demon and his thugs, and saved his life in doing so. And now the demoness whom stood before him made a similar offer, and without the threat of death looming of his head either. It only made him sure that she was one of the trusted few.
“You have no idea what such words mean to me, Azazel. In my short life I have known only a select few who ever offered aide to me. If you will be in the Omega System for some time, I may indeed request your help at some point,” he said, pausing after as he was instinctively unsure of whom to tell his scheme. To date, only Ninjin knew the full scope; even Zelba was yet unaware. “My plans for Alpha Prime are undergoing, yet reaching a pivotal point, at which time your assistance will be appreciated. I will tell you all, when the time is right,” he added with a thankful smile. Zasham would tell her, when they were in a secure location, and he had the tools he needed to see it to fruition.
Then it was the adorable youngling’s turn to speak once more, asking a question the man had figured would come sooner or later; he was capable of many things humans were not. For a moment he pondered keeping up the façade he had with the rest of the universe. After all only Ninjin knew the full truth. Delashano had seen the true Zasham, but she did not know it was majin, nor that was his ‘true’ form. It was instinct, really, to hide himself a way. At first it was easy, as he himself did not know the truth. Then it was because he did not want others to know of the demon that lied within. Now he was just waiting for the perfect moment.
“I can shapeshift, little one, just as I believe your race is capable of if trained. It seems to be an ability only magical beings can attain, so no I am not human, though if you can keep a secret I shall tell you what I am,” he said with a soothing smile as he waited patiently for her confirmation. Then his body would morph again, but far beyond size and age. He would transcend racial boundaries and a menace the world had not seen in over a thousand years would reemerge; majin. Before them would stand a demon with eyes of burning red rings adrift in black voids. An appendage protruded from his skull and hung down the back of his head. Small pores lined his forehead, shoulders and arms. A red sash wrapped his waist, leading to a lighter black puffy pants and then foot wraps covered by greaves which matched the bracers on arms; black with red trim.
“I am majin, and my true name is Zasham, though you may call me William if it pleases you. I know you have come to know me as such; Ninjin in fact still refers to as Willie quite often. But he met the true Watson in Heaven, sent there when I absorbed him accidentally when I was escaping the laboratory which was experimenting on me. For a long time I believed myself to be that boy, but I came to learn the harsh truth,” he would then return to his human form, as he felt the true Zasham beginning to bubble to the surface. Whenever he took that form he could hear the echoes of madness cooing from the chaos which formed his mind. He would not allow the beast to take control, especially around his friends.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jun 14, 2015 14:02:17 GMT -5
Azazel was waiting to see if Zasham would accept her offer of help or let her know he had everything under control. He explained that in his life time he only knew a few that would help. By that statement alone Azazel knew he would gladly appreciate any help that she could provide for him. Of course it did matter on what it was that he needed help with. Azazel knew she was going to have to wait for his call before learning that piece of information. He went on to say that his plans were reaching a pivotal point and when he needed her assistance he would call.
“And when you call I will answer Zasham.” Azazel said
The two sisters continued to listen. SIlitha was listening a little more intently then Azazel when Zasham explained that he could shapeshift. Apparently something that all magical creatures could do. Zasham told the two that they could more than likely do it as well. That is when he said something about keeping a secret and telling the two of them what he really was. Silitha nodded her head in agreement with Zasham. As Azazels guard went up. Even though he was an old friend, she didn’t know hwat he truly was.
Azazel watched as once again his body began to morph, taking on a new form. Before them now stood some black creature with burning red eyes. It was something that neither Silitha nor Azazel had seen before. It was not William that stood before them now, but something completely different. An appendage protruded from his skull and hung down the back of his head. Small pores lined his forehead, shoulders and arms. A red sash wrapped his waist, leading to a lighter black puffy pants and then foot wraps covered by greaves which matched the bracers on arms; black with red trim.
Zasham told the two demoness sisters that he was a majin and that his true name was Zasham. Azazel had never heard of a Majin or what it even was in the first place. He explained that the true William Watson was meet by Ninjin in Heaven, for he had been eaten by this creature that stood before Silitha and Azazel. William was absorbed accidently by Zasham, when he was trying to escape some sort of laboratory.
It was a bit of a shock to learn all of this about someone who she thought was a human or at least some kind of alien. It appears that William is quite more than that. As quickly as he had changed into his true form, he returned to the human form that Azazel was used to. “What is a Majin? I have never heard of them before.” Silitha asked, which was a question that Azazel had as well.
Azazel was remembering back to her time in Hell where she meet this other female who said she enjoyed eating people as well. Were her and Zasham the same? Had she meet a “majin” before or are the two different races entirely? Azazel would have to find the answer to those questions at a later time. For right now she just wanted to know what a majin was.
“I would also like to know exactly what I Majin is William, if you wouldn’t mind explaining that to us?” Azazel asked.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 21, 2015 23:02:09 GMT -5
Azazel, without hesitation, guaranteed her assistance when the false human called on her. It was what removed the last strand of doubt he carried against the makaio. His collective nature compelled him to mistrust all, especially those closest to him. Ninjin was exempt of this, having long ago proved his trustworthiness. Taking it upon yourself to save a stranger’s life was truly a sign of a trustworthy individual. So too was accepting a friend regardless of what they were. She had taken his story in stride, it having no effect on her opinion of him.
When she vocalized her support Zasham smiled warmly, lifting a hand and resting it on her shoulder and squeezing gently. “Thank you, Azazel. Your support means the world to me,” he replied before dropping the reassuring hand to pat Silithia on her head; ruffling her hair slightly as he continued to smile. “And you little one are honest and straightforward, too amiable qualities. Be sure to never lose them,” he followed up before returning his hands to the usual spot at the small of his back. His gaze then rose to Azazel once more, to answer the last speaker; his smile waned yet still present.
“No of course not, it is good to be so frank with close friends. Other than Ninjin, you are the only ones who know my true form. It is a secret I must guard for soon to be obvious reasons,” he said before pausing to let the context sink in; he was tentative to say the least, as it had become instinct to pretend he was not what he was, that he was just an ordinary human. “Majin, quite plainly put, are demons born of magic,” he stated, figuring that if anyone would be accepting of such a race it would be a pair of makaio. “Powerful sorcerers perform an unknown spell which births a majin, its values and desires imprinted upon it as it is born,” and so he had been born of Zex’s unquenchable lust for knowledge and power; thus inheriting the disease.
“We are quite possibly the rarest race in existence, the only other well documented member being Majin Buu, a creature of immense power who lived over a thousand years ago, and little is known about him as well. Stories from one side of the universe remember a mad engine of destruction which wiped entire civilizations from existence, while the other half recall the same name belonging to a champion of peace,” he says, referring to the two halves of Majin Buu; good and evil. Though he, nor anyone else, knew of this, the memories having been wiped from Earth’s citizens long ago, unbeknownst to them or anyone else.
Displaying a measure of his racial abilities he held a hand out to his side, the arm immediately lengthening seemingly without end. It would reappear before Silithia’s head, tucking a small flower it had plucked from what remained of Zex’s garden some distance away behind her ear. Then it would rescind, retracing its path before snapping back like an uncoiled tape measure. “I am also… Unique in that I am not an ordinary majin, as if there were such a thing, in that I was twisted by science. Experimented on from my inception, I was infected with a virus which altered my very makeup, turning me into a… Technarcana,” he said with a chill, as pangs of the darkness struck him, remembering the isolation of the experimentation vessel. The ebb and flow of the chaos in the recesses of his mind. The creeping madness which slowly overtook him again and again.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Jul 27, 2015 18:21:33 GMT -5
Silitha smiled as she felt Zashams head pat the top of her head. Both the demon sisters continued to listen to Zasham explain his race. Apparently besides themselves, Nijin was the only other person who knows What Willie actually looks like. Along with Ninjin, they would both keep this a secret from everyone. Zasham continued on and explained that Majin are basically Demons that are born from Magic. Powerful people apparently perform some sort of ritual and the results end up being a majin. It was all confusing to both the demonesses, but they both understood the basics behind what Zasham was saying.
“We are quite possibly the rarest race in existence, the only other well documented member being Majin Buu, a creature of immense power who lived over a thousand years ago, and little is known about him as well. Stories from one side of the universe remember a mad engine of destruction which wiped entire civilizations from existence, while the other half recall the same name belonging to a champion of peace,”
“This is very interesting to find out William. You can be sure that we will keep this a secret, like Ninjin. I recall seeing a few things about this Majin Buu that you speak of, but it has been a long time since I read that.” Azazel said to her friend Silitha nodded her head in agreement with what Azazel was saying. After all there was no one that they would even want to tell anyways.
Zasham took a brief moment to show off another feature of his race. Azazel and Silitha watched as his arm began to stretch out. The arm would continue to stretch at a seemingly unlimited rate. Make its way over to the remnants of what used to be a garden. Then proceeded to make its way back to Silitha, tucking a small flower in her hair. Silitha smiled at Zasham, then looked up at Azazel. The older demon sister smiled back at her younger sister. Then watched as the arm returned back to its normal length.
Zasham continued to explain that he isn’t like a regular Majin. In fact he is even more unique from a regular Majin. In fact Zasham referred to himself as a Technarcana. The term was confusing to the both of them, but they could get that it had something to do with technology. “What does that mean, that you are a technarcana? What did they do to you exactly William? Are those people still around?” Azazel asked her friend, Silitha was eager to find out the answer to those questions as well.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 17, 2015 22:39:59 GMT -5
Zasham was relieved to hear Azazel’s pledge to keep his secrets, though he never doubted it would come. He never would have told her his true identity if he thought she was untrustworthy. It was a calculated risk to bring strong allies into his inner circle; by telling her or Ninjin his true self it was almost as if he was offering them a piece of him to carry with them. Trust was a powerful foundation, one he was adamant to build upon. Plus, truth be told, William was a sucker for pretty women; especially ones with horns it seemed.
“You have heard of him, yes? May I ask where? Is there a tome, or perhaps an elder you know with vast knowledge? Perhaps one in hell?” came spilling from his mouth before he caught himself, invoking the name of what he assumed to be her home realm, being makaioshin. After all, if Ninjin had visited Heaven, then surely its counterpart existed. “Apologies, I got carried away. It just took so much to gleam even that fraction of information on the majin race,” he said, though one might understand his plight. There was such scarce data on majins, making it all the more difficult to truly understand, or master, himself.
Once he spoke of what he was, of his twisted origins, he was met with dual faces of confusion. He was not surprised, he still struggled to fully understand and it was his body. Not to mention, he followed up telling them that he was a rare race by adding that he was a unique offshoot of said race. Undoubtedly he would be confused too. “I will try to explain as best I can… A technaracana is a being which is both part magic and part machine. While my being was born of magic, as any majin would be, I was subsequently experimented on, as they attempted to blend science with magic,” he turned his face away from them slightly, took look out over the distance, the massive undertaking of transforming Monarch Heights underway.
“Before I ever even had a true form, they locked me away in a over glorified test tube, my amorphous shape knowing nothing but the cold metallic walls which imprisoned me,” he said, recalling his time spent within the vessel. It was there that Zasham’s mind had been twisted by madness. In a place without light, or sound, or even space, insanity was one’s only companion. “The greatest minds in the universe, sorcerers and scientists alike, worked on perfecting their weapon. You see, majin by nature are often wild and uncontrollable, their vast power and abilities used more like toys than tools. They were already a weapon, but by no means perfect.”
With a sigh his gaze dropped back to the ladies standing before him, speaking of the beast before the like of William, Tycho and Kosho had tamed him brought him no pleasure… But trust was a foundation built by truth. “They wanted to optimize my abilities, such as absorption, but they also wanted to control their new creation. Eventually they created a virus, comprised of microscopic machines, which would invade every molecule of my body and rewrite my very genetic code to their liking. They succeeded, yet they failed.” His tormentors had never seen their work finished; it was likely why the true demon lost control of the body when he assimilated another, and why they could not control him.
“They created me; however, they are all dead now. Zalek and Shamrell, the lead scientists which saw to my experimentation, perished in my escape. Prometheus Zex, started and funded the project; now he resides within me, victim of his own creation,” a sick smile tugged at his lips as he crossed his hands behind his back once more. “The only survivor was Gunny, the head of security for the top secret lab and a longtime employee of the former Lord of Alpha Prime. He found me and revealed my true nature and has since helped me both master myself and my new role as Lord,” the silver haired veteran was an amazing asset, and possibly the key to truly understanding himself.
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