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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 12 2011, 07:15 AM Post #1 |
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Edited by Sanosuke Hitori, Dec 20 2011, 01:03 PM.
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 12 2011, 02:46 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter One: The Civil War The auburn rays of the red ruby’s sun peaked over the rugged mountain tops, the solar rays resembled a show curtain as they spread through the mountaintops and through the valleys between them. The dawn of a new day was coming to the planet Vegeta but not only in the physical sense but in a symbolic sense as well. A new entity had arrived on the Saiyan home world. This entity was said to be of the most fearsome breed, his power unrivaled in all parts of the galaxy, his very name was said to inspire fear in the hearts of mortals. It was said that he vacationed in hell itself and bathed in the blood those he slaughtered. All of these stories, these facts were all false, propaganda put out by those who lived in fear of the empire. The enforcer in which they’d spoken of was far different from what they could imagined. The being who was created to eradicate the Saiyan race couldn’t be described in mere words, his very name couldn’t be uttered for one simple reason, no one knew who he was. This place is beyond boring. Damian thought as he put on his green gi. Frost knows I am not a fan of recon. Damian slipped on his boots and gloves as he continued to complain about his current assignment. Why should I be the one to do this, doesn’t he have other soldiers whose only purpose is to do what he has me doing right now? Damian was far from pleased with the objective that had been assigned to him. Kizura, the man or rather demon, Damian considered to be his father had created him from Saiyan and Demon DNA. Kizura had created Damian at the command of Frost. Frost wanted his own personal enforcer, someone who could work off the books. Frost may have been a tyrant but as the head of the Planetary Trade Organization he couldn’t allow himself to be tied to something so evil. In summary Frost needed someone to take care of his dirty work, Damian was that someone. At first Kizura didn’t want to create a being who would essentially be Frost’s puppet, but when he realized just how much freedom Frost had given Kizura he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Kizura used his own cells along with the cells of a Saiyan female to create Damian, his son. In time Kizura grew to love Damian, something no demon was meant to experience. Kizura trained Damian day in and day out until he reached the age of fifteen, then he was handed over to Lord Frost to begin his trials as Frost’s personal assassin. Three years have passed since that day, I wonder how you’re doing father. Damian thought as he stepped out of the cave he’d been calling home for the past two nights. Once I finish my job here I can finally go home. Damian let a faint smile break his lips as his gaze drifted towards the ruby horizon. Like his father, Damian also experienced the emotion called love, something that was supposed to be foreign to him. During his three unrelenting years with Frost Damian had been pushed to his limits in all aspects of the word. Frost attempted to break him in every way possible, he even attempted to drive Damian’s feelings for his father away from him, but they were the one thing that kept him sane. “Once I complete this mission you’re next Frost.” Damian tightened his gloves as he envisioned himself breaking Frost in half. Damian’s powers had grown far beyond what Frost could’ve predicted, the hatred that burned within Damian fueled his power. Soon Damian would turn all of that hate, all of that power upon his master and show him the true meaning of pain. Frost’s plan to make Damian a Saiyan slayer had backfired, the hatred that was meant to be for the Saiyans was focused on Frost and Frost alone. “I had better get started I can’t daydream about this forever.” With that Damian launched himself into the air, the stone ground beneath his feet cracked and bowled outward as he pushed off its surface. Damian could feel the crisp air as it brushed against his face, it was quite soothing. This planet’s warm air was quite the change from the rigid tundra he was used to on Frost, this planet was far more appealing to his senses. Damian had only been here for three days, but he had already come to like it here. Of all the planets Damian had been forced to travel to this was by far the best not only was it physically appealing but the increased gravity would make training easier. Damian could see why a place like this was so perfect for the Saiyan race, it was a great resting place for a warrior breed such as theirs. It was a shame that soon they would lose their home and like every other planet Frost owned it would become a barren wasteland not even fit for scum. The more time Damian spent here the more he began to dislike his reasons for being here. “Does Frost forget that I myself am part Saiyan?” Damian asked himself as he rolled onto his back. The hybrid continued to sustain flight only now he was looking towards the sky rather than the mountain range below. “I mean what if I decide I like it here, a warrior race with a code of honor sounds so much better than the soldiers Frost hires they’re so weak and cowardly. Not even his generals have my respect.” Being that Damian was meant to be Frost’s personal assassin he had the pleasure of meeting the higher ups in Frost’s army. They were people who held no honor, they didn’t live like true warriors like Damian had been raised to be. Demons were the only other race that rivaled the Saiyans in their preservation of honor despite the fact the Saiyans bent to the will of such a tyrant. Damian’s father had a certain disdain for Frost and his dynasty but he had no choice but to follow the tyrant’s commands. Kizura never explained to Damian why that was but it must’ve been a damn good reason if it kept Kizura working for Frost as long as he had. Boom! A thundering explosion rang through the mountain range below, the raging explosion was followed by the sounds of crumbling stone and bone chilling screams. The son of Kizura quickly brought his attention to the disturbance below. “What in the hell!?” Damian exclaimed. Below a war was ragging between what Damian presumed to be two Saiyan factions. The motherless warrior watched as the energy blasts tore through the once peaceful mountain range, the two factions fought with no regard to their surroundings. Instead of using the mountains for cover or even as obstacles for their opponents to overcome they simply destroyed them. They fought without their brains, they only sought to destroy one another, what an ignorant way of fighting. Now Damian understood what his father meant when he’d said that demons were far superior in the art of battle. These Saiyans lacked tactic, they fought only to kill. “Well this will be an excellent chance to see how I compare.” A grin spread across Damian’s lips as a dark purple aura formed around his body. Damian didn’t waste another second, he launched himself towards the conflict below, his purple aura trailed behind him as he accelerated. Damian slowly drew back his right palm, an opaque sphere began to form within his palm as the grin on his face grew darker. Damian intended to enter this conflict with a bang. With a thundering roar the Demon half breed let his right hand fly forward, the opaque sphere he’d created sped forward at a gut wrenching speed. Damian’s watched as his deadly Kiaiho collided with one of the mindless Saiyans. The unsuspecting warrior was sent straight into one of the remaining valleys between the crumbling mountains. “So what are you boys fighting about?” Damian’s question was rhetorical in nature, but he still got his answer, well sort of. “Who the hell are you? You can’t be any normal rebel scum!” The Saiyan proclaimed. “Rebel scum?” Damian cocked his head to the side, Damian wasn’t aware of a civil war on Vegeta, Frost seemed to have neglected that little detail. “Answer me!” The Saiyan commanded as he aimed his right palm towards the demon hybrid. “Who am I you ask? Sorry but no one here can know my name.” Damian whispered before he vanished. “What th-” The Saiyan was cut short, he was too busy choking on his own blood, Damian had just taken the liberty of driving his fist through the Saiyan’s ribcage. “Looks like I might have to pick a side.” Damian’s words were followed by the sound of tearing flesh and creaking ribs. “But with this guy’s guts covering my forearm I may have no choice but aid the rebels.” Damian sighed as he looked down at his blood ridden arm. “Either way, I get to have a little fun, plus Frost never gave me specifics on how he wanted me to deal with the Saiyans.” Damian grinned, the wheels in his brain were churning. ================== Post Word Count: 1,563 Total: 1,563/10,000 |
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 13 2011, 09:16 AM Post #3 |
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Chapter Two: Reinforcements Damian’s raven eyes followed the stream of energy blasts that raged towards him, they shrieked like angry birds as they cruised towards the son of Kizura. The black and silver haired half demon slowly raised his left hand towards the impending barrage, a faint smile had formed on his devilish lips. Damian held no fear, he held his ground in the face of what some would consider a zero chance scenario. The training Damian had endured had prepared him for much worse than this, one man against at least twenty Saiyans armed to the teeth was nothing to the motherless assassin. Damian’s purple aura slowly formed around his body, it hissed in anticipation as it snaked around Damian’s body. “How sad, you fools don’t even know when you’re outmatched.” Damian whispered as his aura expanded. The ground beneath Damian’s boot clad feet bowled outward, the unstable stone fragments that comprised the battlefield’s surface began to defy gravity. “Now Die!” Damian exclaimed as a blinding white light erupted from his extended palm, the infamous Kiaiho raged towards the salvo of energy blasts that were threatening to introduce him to the gates of oblivion. Damian’s super charged Kiaiho tore through the suspended stone and turned their remains into flying daggers of shrapnel. Between the force of Damian’s thundering Kiaiho and the deadly fragments of stone the salvo of deadly ki blasts became nonexistent, leaving only a plume of smoke and debris. “I expected a lot more from Titan’s army.” Damian sighed as he steadily guided his extended arm to his side. “Aiding the rebels was never my intention, but at least this way I get to have some fun.” Damian’s eyes narrowed as they searched the smokescreen for survivors. “C’mon this can’t be all they’ve got.” Damian’s words were filled with disappointment. “You’re impressive,” A voice permeated the settling smokescreen, it was soon followed by the sound of footsteps. “But why do you fight for this rebel scum? You would make a great addition to Titan’s army.” A Saiyan clad in blue and black armor stepped from the debris. The Saiyan was of high standing that much was for certain, his armor bore the Royal insignia. “My reasons for fighting here are my own, as you can see the rebels you were fighting are gone.” Damian was the only warrior standing, Damian’s arrival had provided a distraction and allowed the rebels to retreat without being noticed. “So you’re not with the rebels?” The tri-hair colored Saiyan asked as he tightened his black gloves, he was itching for a fight despite his seemingly peaceful demeanor. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest.” Damian grinned as he inched forward, he too was ready for a fight. “Then I guess I’ll have to bring you in for questioning, can’t have a rogue interfering with our operations.” With that the Saiyan spurred into action, his aura burned around his body as he overcame the planet’s gravity. “Heh, we’ll see about that.” Damian whispered as he took up a defensive stance, his jet black eyes burned with an underlying passion for battle. “You’re far too cocky!” The Saiyan roared as he sped towards Damian, his right fist cocked back for what was destined to become a haymaker. “And you’re too obvious!” Damian shouted as he stepped inward. Damian’s right hand shot forward at an alarming speed, his gloved fingers spanned outward in preparation to clamp down on some unknown target. The nameless Saiyan had no time to react, his left shoulder was thrown into a world of pain as Damian’s hand clamped down on it like a vice. Damian released a battle cry as his free hand shot forward and crashed into the bridge of the Saiyan’s nose. The sound of breaking bone and sloshing blood rang out as Damian’s palm withdrew from the Saiyan’s face. “There’s more.” Damian whispered as his left knee came flying upwards, it crashed straight into the Saiyan’s ribcage and once again the sound of breaking bone echoed through the battlefield. The ground beneath the two fighters bowled outward, it was unable to maintain its firm form in the wake of Damian’s expanding energy. Damian’s boot clad foot slowly touched down the ground as he released his crippled foe. “You’re pathetic, I expected much more from someone such as yourself.” Damian’s eyes flashed a hellish red as they set themselves upon the groveling Saiyan. “I shouldn’t have expected so much from someone of your petty standing.” Damian was gravely disappointed in his competition. “Don’t think for a second that you have won.” The Saiyan grumbled as he forced himself to his feet, his body quivered with each movement, it was evident he was straining. Blood ran from the corner of the Saiyan’s mouth. “Looks like I’ve punctured a lung.” Damian sighed at his handy work, “Maybe I shouldn’t have hit you so hard.” Damian’s sympathies were ridden with sarcasm. “Laugh now you bastard but reinforcements will be here any second.” The Saiyan struggled to laugh as more blood sloshed from his mouth and onto the upset rubble. “Perhaps.” Damian whispered as he stepped towards his dying prey, “But you’ll never live to see them.” Damian’s right hand shot forward, his digits clamped down upon the Saiyan’s throat and crushed his frail windpipe. The sound of twisting bone, snapping cartilage and the contorting of other organic tissue weaseled themselves out of the expired Saiyan. Damian watched as the light faded from the warrior’s eyes. “Why can’t Frost do this himself, fighting weaklings is not enjoyable.” Damian mumbled as he tossed the dead Saiyan aside, his body landed with a resounding thud. Damian began scanning the smoldering battlefield, this area was once a beautiful mountain range but now it was a toppled husk of its former self. Damian felt no shame for what had transpired here he was only pleased with the fact that he was here and not on Frost. The smoldering battlefield, the smell of burning flesh and boiling blood brought a smile to the demon hybrid’s face. This scene of horror didn’t bother him at all, in fact he relished in it. The three years of hell Damian had experienced with the changeling lord did twist him but not in the way most would think, it only brought out Damian’s demon side, it made him feel no fear and it allowed him to spare no detail when it came to blood and gore. “Looks like my work here is done, but what shall I do now?” Damian asked himself as he stepped over one of the many mangled Saiyan bodies that littered the destroyed mountain range. “I have no clue where the rebels went so I won’t be joining them anytime soon.” Damian sighed at his misfortune. “Oh well, I wonder what life is like in the cities on this planet.” Damian was mulling over the idea of visiting the Saiyan populace, seeing what they were like off the battlefield. Damian’s time for planning was quickly brought to an end by the all too familiar shrieking sound of an energy blast. The motherless enforcer whipped around just in time to bat the pesky energy blast away, he watched it for a moment as it sped towards the ruby sky above. Damian’s glove releasing a hissing steam, the heat from the energy blast was far greater than any of the others Damian had been introduced to prior to this one. Whoever fired this one was far stronger than any of the other warriors Damian had fought so far, that much Damian could be sure of. “It’s about time.” Damian grinned as his eyes scanned the skies for this attacker. “Looking for me?” A calm yet bone chilling voice came from behind the hybrid enforcer. “Impressive, I couldn’t even sense your movements.” Damian turned around to find his assailant. Damian’s raven eyes set themselves upon a silver haired Saiyan, he was clad in traditional navy blue armor. The dark skinned Saiyan’s eyes held an intensity Damian hadn’t seen in anyone else’s, none of the Saiyan’s he had slaughtered gave the bone chilling sensation this warrior did. Damian had finally found an enemy truly worthy of his power. Damian could feel his own heart beating as his excitement grew, the idea of facing someone worth his time was truly enticing. “From the blood on your hands I assume you’re the one who did this to my men?” The Saiyan nodded towards Damian’s blood stained gloves. “That’s right.” Damian cracked is knuckles in anticipation for what was to come. “Well then, I guess you’ll have to die.” Not wasting another precious second the nameless Saiyan launched himself towards Damian, as the Saiyan left the confines of gravity’s laws a trail of dust and debris streamed behind him. This Saiyan moved with a speed that far exceeded the previous Saiyan Damian had the pleasure of fighting. The silver haired warrior watched as Damian slipped into a defensive stance, that was when the nameless warrior made his move. Gack! Damian released a winded cry as the silver haired Saiyan’s fist slipped past his defenses and crashed straight into his abdomen. Spit sprayed from the son of Kizura’s mouth, his pupils shrunk and the veins in his eyes flared into the realm of visibility. An indescribable pain surged through the half demon’s body, his bones began chatter against one another as the excess energy from the Saiyan’s strike expelled itself into Damian. “What happened to all that power? I mean if you took down this entire garrison one little punch shouldn’t be enough to cripple you.” The Saiyan said solemnly. The silver haired warrior slowly withdrew his fist from Damian’s midsection, he watched as Damian stumbled backwards. Damian’s hand fell upon his wounded stomach, he could feel his muscles convulsing as they came out of this alien sensation of pain. “Damn, it seems,” Damian took a deep breath as he forced himself upright, “I underestimated you.” The enforcer wiped away the spit that specked his chin and cheek. “Forgive me for that.” Damian’s purple aura slowly formed around his body as his legs spread shoulder width apart. “You cannot afford to be so arrogant, this garrison you slaughtered, they were the weakest of my men.” The Saiyan crossed his arms, his voice continued to lack emotion. “Your men huh?” Damian questioned as rolled his hands into fists. “That’s right, I’m Commander Fayte and I lead the northern forces.” “Well then, crushing you will be a pleasure.” Damian’s relinquished a hellish grin as his aura flared outward, it cut into the ground as it expanded. “We shall see.” The commander’s retort was just as emotionless as before. ================== Post Word Count: 1,782 Total: 3,345/10,000 Commander Fayte
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 14 2011, 10:46 AM Post #4 |
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Chapter Three: The Titan’s Clash Crack! The sounds of an earth shattering battle rang out through the heavens, stray discharges of energy ripped into the planet’s surface. The clash between Commander Fayte and Damian shook the very heavens themselves. Each time their fists collided the clouds around them bent outward and then dispersed in a tempest of white and blue. The sounds of Damian’s and Fayte’s battle could be heard and seen for miles around. Damian and Fayte held nothing back, they both fought with the full intention of killing each other. Kyah! Damian released a battle cry as his fist cruised forward like a missile. Damian’s gloved fist connected with Fayte’s left shoulder, the Saiyan had attempted to guide himself out of the fist’s path but failed. Fayte’s left side flared backwards leaving him wide open for another attack by the motherless enforcer. Damian didn’t waste this moment, his other first shot forward and crashed straight into Fayte’s armored chest. The blue shielding of Fayte’s Saiyan armor cracked upon impact and a pained gack escaped the winded commander. Damian withdrew his fist quickly brought both his arms overhead, his hands interlocked to create what would become a dual hammer fist. Grah! Damian released yet another battle cry as his arms came flying in a downward arc, his interlocked hands smashed straight into the crown of Fayte’s silver haired cranium. The armor commander was sent straight into the rubble below, dust and debris flew in every direction upon the Saiyan’s impact. The rubble bowled outward to create yet another crater. “Come on Fayte, don’t tell me this is too much for you!” Damian exclaimed as he wiped away from the blood that was flowing from the small wound he had on his forehead. Everything remained still, it was quiet, there was no evidence that Fayte intended to get back up and continue fighting. Damian was beginning to wonder if the commander had given up, but he was just being too hopeful. The sound of overturning rubble reach Damian’s ears, it permeated the dissipating smokescreen. “Why do you fight for these rebels?” Fayte’s voice came from what remained of the settling dust. “Like I told one of your men before, I fight for my own reasons.” Damian crossed his arms as his raven colored eyes beset themselves upon the battle damaged commander. “That’s not a good enough answer, if you won’t tell me now I’ll just tear you limb from limb.” Fayte’s blue aura slowly seeped out from his body as his hands rolled into fists. “I’ll have to show you the power of true Saiyan.” Fayte whispered as the ground beneath his feet quivered, the crater he was already standing steadily increased in depth. Fayte’s hair began to sway back and forth, it was being influenced by some unseen force. Fayte’s mouth slowly opened as a primal roar started to form in his lungs. The air around Fayte grew dense, it was being compacted by Fayte’s rising energy. Fayte’s blue aura slowly faded into a tainted yellow, the Saiyan was undergoing some foreign transformation. Fayte’s muscles bulged as his primal roar escaped his throat and echoed through the surrounding area. Fayte’s silver hair turned jet black for a moment and then returned to its natural silver. “A transformation?” Damian question hung on the air, it yielded no answer, but then Damian didn’t expect one. This could get interesting, I may have to enter my second form.[/I ] Damian relished in the idea of transcending to the next level. A blinding white light overtook the battlefield below the hybrid warrior, Fayte’s primal roar echoed through the brilliant light. Damian was forced to shield his eyes from blinding light that had over taken the battlefield. After a few moments the blistering light faded, it revealed the newly transformed Fayte his entire body was encased in a sinister yellow aura, his black irises no longer appeared in his eyes. Fayte’s silver hair became jet black and it also became more fluid, it swayed with Fayte’s flowing aura. “This is the form a Saiyan takes when he’s on the cusp of Super Saiyan power.” Fayte informed. “Impressive.” Damian uncrossed his arms as his dark purple aura formed around his body, “But I wonder if it’s enough to bring you the victory.” Damian spat as he moved into a defensive stance. “It’s more than enough.” Fayte’s voice came from behind Damian, the False Super Saiyan had vanished from sight and gave Damian zero time to react. “What th-” Damian was cut off by a burning pain that birthed itself from Fayte’s knee, which had struck the son of Kizura in the back. Damian let loose a pained ack as his body lurched forward. Shit! I need to transform! Damian thought as he fought to regain control of his body. Just as Damian could call his body his own again Fayte appeared in front of him, Fayte’s gloved fist shot upward and delivered a devastating uppercut to Damian’s chin. The motherless creation yelled out as he was sent flying into the ruby heavens. “I’m not done with you yet.” Fayte whispered as his hand took hold of Damian’s heel. The transformed Saiyan hurtled Damian towards the terra firma below. Finally! The moment Fayte released him Damian allowed his body to be bathed in his dark purple aura. With an angry roar the Saiyan flipped backwards and allowed his boot clad feet to touch down on the war torn ground. Damian’s jet black eyes set themselves upon his transformed target, a mixed expression of anger and excitement formed on Damian’s face. The eighteen year old creation rolled his hands to fists and bared his teeth. Damian’s legs spread themselves shoulder width apart as his aura flashed to life only this time it was a fearsome crimson rather than dark purple. Damian’s hair began to sway in every which direction, the black center of Damian’s unnaturally spikey hair flashed a bloody red. “You’re not the only one with a transformation!” Damian roared as a blinding red light overtook the battlefield, its rays pierced the heavens above and burned away whatever clouds remained. Damian’s muscles bulged, his hair had changed color, it was no longer black and silver it was now crimson and silver. Damian’s transformation was similar to Commander Fayte’s, yet it was vastly different. “Now the gloves are off, let’s see who really is the stronger one between us is.” Damian grinned as he let his arms fall to his sides. “As I thought you’re not even a Saiyan, yet you join our conflict, how disgraceful.” Fayte said as he descended towards the ground. “My men will enjoy torturing you, I’m sure you’re working for someone else.” Fayte’s touched down on the crater filled surface with a distinct clack. ============== Post Word Count: 1,132 Total: 4,477/10,000 Damian Form Two
Edited by Sanosuke Hitori, Dec 14 2011, 01:00 PM.
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 15 2011, 01:25 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter Four: The Arrival of General Drex A thundering crash followed by the breaking of stone crackled through the cloudless ruby sky, an obnoxious plume of dust and debris rose to the heavens above. The smell of blood and death permeated the air, whole bodies and even body parts littered the battlefield. Entrails without hosts were spread along the rocks, this place was truly Hell on Earth. The devastation caused by the Saiyan war was unlike any other. There was no room for mercy, no room for remorse and no room for regret. The two factions were at one another’s throats, but now a third entity had joined their bloody conflict. An entity whose identity was unknown and whose allegiance remained in the shadows, they only knew him as The Enforcer. Grah! Damian’s mighty battle cry followed him as he broke free from the stone that confined him to the planet’s surface. Damian’s blood red aura flowed around his body like a wild fire, it trailed behind him unable to confine itself to the parameters of Damian’s form alone. The half demon’s body was riddle with wounds, blood rippled down his right shoulder and from his exposed pectoral muscles. The green gi that the half breed once wore had been torn to shreds by the world shattering battle. The son of Kizura had yet to give up, Fayte was powerful yes, but he was far from strong enough to break Damian’s will, in fact no one was capable of completing such a feat, not even Frost. “Eat this!” Damian cried as his knee rammed into Fayte’s bleeding chest, the left pectoral of his armor had been torn asunder. The impact from Damian’s bone crushing knee caused Fayte to relinquish an agonizing yell as spit flew from his open mouth. The Saiyan commander’s armor was practically useless at this point, it could no longer withstand the beating Damian was giving him and even the black spandex he wore beneath the armor was coming apart. “I’m not done yet you bastard!” Damian shouted as he sent his left arm forward, it moved with the fluidity of whip as the back of Damian’s hand ran into Fayte’s forehead. Blood splashed from the newly created wound as Damian’s hand withdrew itself from the dark skinned Saiyan. The son of Kizura was far from done, he needed to show Fayte that he wasn’t just wasn’t someone who could be tossed aside. The battle prior to this moment was completely different, despite Damian’s transformation Fayte had been capable of severely wounding the demon hybrid. Damian’s will to fight was building, it was fueling his confidence and his desire to eradicate the Saiyan Commander. Dyah! Damian released yet another battle cry as his right hand shot forward, only this time it didn’t come into contact with the Giji Super Saiyan, no this time it released the infamous Kiaiho. The invisible wall of energy smashed into Fayte’s body and tossed him backwards like ragdoll, his body left his field of control and soon found itself in the hands of Gravity and perhaps fate itself. Fayte’s body came crashing down unto the bloodied battlefield below, whatever remained of the armor that guarded his torso had been completely destroyed. The shrapnel from the impact torn into his skin and continued to rip apart the spandex that remained, Fayte’s body was completely vulnerable he no longer had protection. Damian’s crimson aura slowly died down, it began to trace his form and on occasion it released black plasmatic sparks. Damian’s aura was an outward manifestation of the burning desire to battle that rested beneath his eyes and in his very soul. The son of Kizura was growing stronger with every waking second, despite his injuries and despite the pain that coursed through him, he continued to fight on. The wounds that littered his body, the blood that flowed from his veins and onto his skin, these things brought out Damian’s inner demon. Damian’s transformation had amplified his Demon and Saiyan qualities, they were bringing out the enforcer’s true nature, one that was unknown to even he himself. “You’re quite proud of yourself aren’t you.” A voice came behind Damian, it was foreign yet authoritative. Damian slowly turned around, his raven colored eyes set themselves upon yet another Saiyan warrior, only this one felt different. This Saiyan wore royal class armor, the emblem of the empire shined on his left breast plate. Not only was the Saiyan’s armor notable but so was his appearance. The Saiyan’s hair spiked upward like Damian’s but it was purple in color just like his eyes and eyebrows. This nameless Saiyan’s eyes even gave off a different aura compared to Fayte’s, they reminded Damian of Frost’s. “Who are you?” Damian’s eyes narrowed as the question left his lips and met with the air. “Drex, General Drex.” The Saiyan’s expression remained cold and almost heartless. The air around Damian grew dense, almost suffocating. The intensity in Drex’s gaze awoke something in Damian’s heart, but it wasn’t fear. Damian’s will to crush and slaughter was transforming into something else, but what? This General Drex was altering Damian’s thinking in some subtle way, but how? Damian could feel this change and it made him uneasy, almost unsure of what his next step should be. “Have nothing to say?” The general spoke once more and his facial expression didn’t change, it remained as cold and solemn as ever, “Well then looks like it’s about time I bring you back to base, Fayte will be along shortly.” The general said calmly. “You’ll have to bring me back in pieces. I won’t just be going with you.” Damian clenched his fists and shifted into a defensive position. “Very well.” Drex sighed before vanishing, he’d completely left Damian’s field of vision. Crack The bone splitting sound was followed by darkness, Damian’s eyes drifted to a close, gravity took over his soulless body. Damian’s crimson aura faded into dust and his hair reverted to its usual black and silver. Damian’s body had completely shut down or at least all of his conscious functions had been brought to an end. The general had taken down the enforcer, just what was to happen to him now? ======== Post Word Count: 1,038 Total: 5,515/10,000 General Drex
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 15 2011, 02:42 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter Five: Captured The smell of death and decay filled the nostrils of the sleeping Urakari, it traveled through his lungs and entered his very soul. Visions of death and destruction polluted his already demented mind. Images of people being skinned alive, burned at the stake, torn limb from limb all flashed before him. Though strangely enough they did not bother the half demon, nor did they appeal to him, they were simply there, hanging in his unconscious mind. The son of Kizura exhaled and the images took their leave, exiting with the smell of death that had greeted his nostrils. The darkness that replaced the dark visions of what one could only presume to be Hell didn’t linger for long. Damian’s eyes slowly open and a dim candle light danced in the distance, it was weak, just like Damian’s state of mind. The son of Kizura released a groan as his mind took control of his aching body, it felt as if every bone in his body had been broken. This physical hell still fell short of what he’d experienced under Frost’s tender care. Drex, Damian thought as his vision went from blurry to clear, That bastard. Damian thought as he remembered the General was the last thing he saw before being thrown into a state of unconsciousness. Damian remembered losing track of the general, his speed was beyond anything Damian had ever encountered before and his strength, his strength seemed to know no limitations. The son of Kizura had been outmatched before a fight could even begin. “Oh? So you’re finally awake are you?” A voice echoed through the dim darkness, Damian had yet to figure out where he was as his senses hadn’t fully recovered. “Don’t try and move just yet. You wouldn’t talk, so those monkeys did a number on you. I’m surprised you survived.” The voice belonged to a male that much Damian could be sure of. It was alien to him, he had no clue who was speaking to him. Damian’s gloved hand reached across the cobblestone floor, he was trying to bring himself to his feet but his body wouldn’t allow it, his muscles lacked the capacity required for movement. Whatever the Saiyans had done to him it was quite damning, Damian was helpless. The demon hybrid still couldn’t figure out where he was, all he knew was that he was lying face first on a cobblestone floor with nearly no lighting. “You’re quite resilient, I’ll give you that.” The man spoke again, “I just hope you can last because I believe you’re our only hope out of this place.” The man’s words implied that he too had been captured by General Drex. “I’ve been here for just under three years and out of all the prisoners I’ve seen since I’ve been here you’re by far the strongest and the most capable, despite your condition.” The man sounded sincere in his words. Damn it, I’ve been captured. Damian struggled to roll his hands into fists. I can’t do anything now but I swear as soon I get the chance they’re all going to pay, I’ll rip them apart! Damian’s thoughts were his only comfort no matter how complacent they were. The son of Kizura could only wait, wait until his strength returned to him then and only then would he be able to do something about his current condition. “I heard what happened to you, amazing how you took down an entire platoon of Saiyans and even managed to defeat Fayte, you may not have killed him but anyone who can best him in battle has earned my respect.” The tone of the man’s voice told Damian he was marveled by the demon hybrid’s accomplishments. “It’s a shame that Drex had to arrive before you could finish him, but who knows this could be a blessing in disguise.” The sound of footsteps followed the man’s words. “After all, you’re here with me and together I am positive that we will find a way out, I may not be as powerful as you but believe me, I have some tricks up my sleeve.” The man’s devilish grin came across in the nature of his words. “By the way my name’s Axel, you can introduce yourself whenever you’re capable of speaking.” Axel withheld his laughter. This guy loves to talk doesn’t he? Well I have no choice but to listen, hell with the way he’s talking he might actually have some uses once I get my strength back. Damian thought as his eyes fell upon the bars of what would be his cell door. The prison Damian had been locked up in wasn’t high tech, it was your typical dark, dank and hellish dungeon. How degrading. Damian thought as he let his head rest upon the cold cobblestone. “I don’t know if you really are a rebel, but believe me when we get out of here there is much for us to discuss. I’ve been looking for someone like you, someone powerful enough to strike fear in the heart of a Saiyan.” Axel’s voice echoed through Damian’s prison cell. “But I should probably stop talking now the guards should be back any minute to check on us and the rest of the prisoners.” Axel sighed as he sat himself down on the floor in his unseen cell. There are others? Interesting, I’m sure they would be more than willing to help me and this Axel out of here when I get my strength back, these Saiyans will soon realize they’ve made a mistake in leaving me alive. Damian forced a grin as he relished in his thoughts. “I wish Drex would let us kill him already.” A voice came from down the hallway, the voice was followed by footsteps, and Damian could only assume them to be from two different people. “Don’t we all, this bastard killed twenty five of our Saiyan brothers and sisters but we need to find out just who he is and what he’s doing here.” The guard’s partner responded. “From the looks of things he’s not going to talk, we’ve had him locked up here for half a month and we’ve gotten nowhere!” The other Saiyan exclaimed as he kicked the bars of another cell. Damian could see torch lights on the walls outside of his cell, finally the half demon could see the features of the place he was being held. The cell Damian was in was actually quite spacious but that was only because it was littered with bones of the prisoners that were here before him. Disgusted Damian turned his attention to the other cells outside of his own. The cell across from Damian was about the same size as his own and it too held a prisoner, but his features were hidden in what little darkness remained in the dungeon. The other cells must be around the corner, or down the hall. Damian noticed that his cell and the one across from him were all alone, the only ones within his field of vision. “On your feet wench!” The Saiyan’s insult was followed by the sound of creaking metal, one of the cell doors had been opened. “Get away from me!” A woman’s frail voice reverberated through the prison’s stone walls. “I’ll do as I please! I have need of your services come with me!” The Saiyan’s tone was lucrative, it was obvious he intended to have his way with the woman. That pig! Damian may’ve been a demon but Kizura taught Damian what it meant to respect a woman, she had her honor like any man and wasn’t be treated like garbage. No demoness nor any sort of woman should be treated like rubbish, because without them there could be no life. The son of Kizura was forced to listen to the woman’s horrifying screams as she was dragged from her cell into an obscene abyss of pain and torment. I will find those two and tear them to pieces. Damian closed his eyes in anger as his fists tightened. The closing sound of the unseen wooden door that led to the dungeon echoed in Damian’s ears, but he could still hear the woman’s screams for freedom. The son of Kizura would feel his anger brimming in his core, but he couldn’t anything about, not yet anyway. ============ Post Word Count: 1,392 Total: 6,907/10,000 Edited by Sanosuke Hitori, Dec 15 2011, 02:44 PM.
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 16 2011, 08:55 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter Six: The Escape All things that breathe in the air of life are turned to dust, death follows the living every waking moment, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Life is a treacherous thing, it’s a predestined whirlwind of emotion and turmoil. Even the most kind hearted of beings are brought to this ultimate and final conclusion. Life is cruel and death is salvation. What one attains in life they do not retain in death, only in death can they truly be free. The pains and sorrows of life can never truly be forgotten or thwarted. The body is weak, but the soul, the soul is strong. In death the soul reaches the precipice of power, it can traverse time and space, it is truly eternal. The soul is the only thing that can avoid death. The beaten son of Kizura laid his head against the stone wall behind him, after two months he’d finally regained the ability to move, his bones had become one again. Despite Damian’s crippled condition he continued to plot with Axel, his fellow prisoner, together they would attain freedom. Damian and Axel had big plans and they trusted one another because here in the very pits of hell they had no one else they could trust. Within two months the two had become best friends, their bond was one of pain, suffering and blood. They were surviving in hell together and would never forsake one another. “Still think those three years you spent with Frost were worse than this?” Axel’s voice came from the cell opposite of Damian’s. “Heh, perhaps.” The demon hybrid closed his eyes, Damian still wasn’t one for talking at least not in the same manner Axel was. “So Damian when we get out of here you plan to free that woman the guards keep carting off?” Axel asked as he leaned against the wall of his cell. “Yes, and anyone else here.” Damian’s response was quick and straight forward. At least three times a week Damian had been forced to hear the woman’s screams, and each time his heart filled with anger and disdain. Damian knew of such cruelty but he himself had never seen nor heard it. Damian detested it, it was beyond vile, defiling a woman in such a way was shameful. If the Saiyans had given her a torture similar to his own then things would be different, but this sexual torment was something Damian could never respect. There were honorable ways of mentally and physically destroying a person and what the Saiyans were doing was far from honorable, far from respectable. Damian knew naught what the woman had done to be brought here, but he it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she was here like Damian and Axel and deserved freedom. “You are quite the interesting one Damian.” Axel couldn’t understand Damian’s sense of honor. “You’re fine with ripping people limb from limb, but you’re unable to stomach a woman being violated?” Axel shook his head as he seated himself on his cell’s cobblestone floor. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand Axel, try not to dwell on it too much, since you’re not a demon yourself you can’t comprehend it.” Damian’s response was meant to silence Axel, but of course it didn’t. “You know you’ve given me a challenge right? Now I will dwell on it.” Axel mocked as he laughed to himself. “Remind me to punch you when we get out of here.” Damian sighed as he performed a classical facepalm. Time in this hell hole was actually making Damian softer, at least towards other people. In the past Damian didn’t have any interest in making friends or even allies, but being locked up in Saiyan custody was changing all of that. Damian was slowly realizing how beneficial it would be for him to have allies while on this foreign world. Each day that passed brought a new change in the half demon’s thought process, to his very perceptions of life itself. The son of Kizura intended to use this whole ordeal to his advantage, through Axel and whatever other allies he met on the outside he would make this planet his own. Once Vegeta fell Damian planned to move on, to Planet Frost, the place where everything began. “I can’t wait to have my armor back.” Axel sighed as he ran his fingers along the skeleton that rested beside him. Like Damian’s cage, Axel’s still had the remains of the previous prisoners, thankfully they weren’t fresh, they were only skeletons. “Believe me Damian, even you will be impressed with how different I am with my armor, it draws upon my latent energy and uses it to power its systems and augments my physical strength.” Axel never seemed to shut up about his special armor. This was at least the one hundredth time Damian had heard about it. “I even know where they put it when they stripped me of it, trust me Damian you’ll like what you see.” Axel’s grin was hidden by the darkness that bathed his cell. “So you keep telling me.” Damian was trying his best to hide his annoyance. The sound of the door creaking open hit Damian’s and Axel’s eardrums, Damian’s expression quickly became a confused one, it was too late at night for the guards to be checking on them. For the past two months Damian and Axel had been here this was the first time something like this had happened. Damian and Axel remained silent, they needed to listen for any more unusual signs. The footsteps that followed the creaking door were different, they were softer, whoever had entered the dungeon had never done so before, at least not while Axel and Damian had been imprisoned here. Damn it, I don’t like the feel of this. Damian thought as he continued to listen to the pattern of the footsteps, whoever had come here was about to come around the corner. “So this is where they’ve had you Axel?” A female’s voice hit Damian’s ears and drew his attention. “I’m sorry it’s taken me three years to find you and for that I’m sorry.” The female’s features were shrouded by darkness, Damian could only make out her slender frame within the darkness. “Well better late than never.” Axel got to his feet and made his way towards the cell door. “Now then I believe it is time for us to go Damian, Astrid will free you while I go grab my armor.” As Axel spoke the female unlocked his cell door. “Didn’t I tell you we’d get out of here?” With that Axel took his leave. “He hasn’t changed one bit.” Astrid said as she turned his attention towards Damian, “Well time to set you free.” The stranger known as Astrid opened Damian’s cell door and motion for him to get out. How very strange, this sudden turn of events is beyond unexpected, and here I was biding my energy, waiting to break free the hard way. Damian thought as he forced himself to his feet, his muscles still ached and his bones still creaked. “Looks like they’ve done a number on you.” Astrid pulled out some kind of bean from her hakama, “eat this, your strength will return.” Damian stared at the green bean for a moment, what did he have to lose by taking it? The uncertain half breed took the green bean from Astrid and slipped it between his lips and into his mouth. The green bean slipped down his throat, he could feel it traveling into the bowels of his stomach. As the bean made its way into Damian’s system he could feel his bones mending together and the ache in his muscles fading. Damian’s dark aura began to seep out from his skin, it hissed in pleasure as it was finally seeing the outside world. “Astrid was it?” Damian asked as he looked himself over. “That’s correct.” The woman confirmed “You’ve just gained a valuable ally, you can call me Damian.” The son of Kizura grinned as he felt the last of his power return to him. ================ Post Word Count: 1,356 Total: 8,263 Astrid
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 17 2011, 12:03 PM Post #8 |
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Chapter Seven: Free At Last, Thank The Heavens Above Free At Last! Freedom and liberty are the things that every living entity seeks, but they don’t always realize that those two things are what they constantly seek. How could they? People naturally assume they have freedom and liberty, they believe it comes with life, but oh how wrong those people are. They could never understand what it meant to have true freedom, not until they lost it. Only then would people begin to understand what it truly meant to be free. “Astrid hold on a second.” Damian raised his hand to halt the auburn haired swordswoman. The son of Kizura turned his attention towards the cell nearest the exit, there the woman he had heard screaming in terror for the past two months laid. The woman was barely dressed and her body was ridden with dirt and blood. Obscene wounds were spread across the woman’s body, the very sight sickened the demon hybrid. Damian had never allowed himself to feel such pity and emotion for any before, the very sight shook his core. The son of Kizura clenched his teeth as he opened the blood stained cell door. The half demon stepped inside the cell and a strange feeling washed over him, his heart began pounding against his ribcage. “Damian, hurry up!” Astrid commanded in a hushed tone, she didn’t quite understand why Damian was so fixated on the prisoner. “We need to bring her with us, she’s been through worse than both Axel and I combined.” Damian looked back at Astrid, his eyes were filled with an unbridled seriousness. “Fine, I’ll go into the guard room follow when you’re finished.” With that Astrid left the dungeon. Alright time to get you out of here. Damian thought as he knelt beside the damaged woman. Damian’s gloved hands slid across the girl’s pale face, he brushed aside her matted silver hair. The son of Kizura cradled her head in his hand, despite her pained expression a faint smile formed on Damian’s lips. From the moment he saw her, no from the moment he heard her screams, Damian felt a connection with the woman, one that he couldn’t explain. The son of Kizura had found himself yet another ally or at least that’s what he believed. “Hope Astrid has another one of those beans.” Damian said to himself as he lifted the woman off the ground. The compassionate hybrid cradled the damaged woman against his exposed torso, Damian had yet to find a replacement for his torn gi. Damian carried his new companion to the door Astrid had left ajar, finally the son of Kizura was from free from that hellish dungeon. “Took you long enough.” Axel’s voice greeted the half demon as he closed the door behind him. “Finally got your armor huh?” Damian’s raven eyes set themselves upon the newly dressed man. Axel’s armor was something Damian had never seen before, it was far better looking than anything the Saiyans wore or anything Frost’s men wore. It was pristine and compact, yet flashy and awe-inspiring. Axel pulled out what appeared to be a blaster rifle, he pointed it suggestively towards the Damian, “This thing packs quite the punch my friend, just wait till you get to see it in action.” Axel’s grin was hidden by his battle visor. “Well if Astrid hadn’t killed everyone in here then maybe I would’ve got the chance.” Damian was referring to the dead Saiyans that were scattered across the room. There were a total of five of them, each of them had their throats slashed, their blood still ran from their wounds. “You should be thanking me Damian.” Astrid said as he hand fell upon the sword she had sheathed at her side. “But something tells me you’re not the type to say thank you.” Astrid shook her head and sighed. “Got that right, now let’s get moving.” Damian said as he took up an authoritative position. Damian was stronger than both Astrid and Axel, so it was only natural that he took a position of leadership. “What about that woman in your arms? How will we get out with you carrying her?” Axel asked. “Well you always said that armor of yours was amazing, I wonder just how much of that was true.” Damian grinned with his response, he knew Axel would relish in the chance to display how grand his armor truly was. Axel had been talking about it for days on end after all. “Smart man, giving me a chance to show off and all.” Axel laughed as he turned his attention to the guard room exit. “As soon we blow down this door expect some resistance.” Axel said as he pointed his rifle towards the door. “No the resistance won’t come until we get to the top of the compound.” Astrid said as she ran her finger tips along the handle of her sword. “I’ve dealt with every single Saiyan here or at least everyone that could get in our way on the way out.” Astrid said slyly, a sinister grin befitting of a murder slid across his lips. “So only General Drex and Commander Fayte are left?” Damian raised a brow. “That’s right.” Astrid tried to contain her worry, facing Drex and Fayte wasn’t something she wanted to do. “Good, I can deal with them.” Damian responded. “No Damian, we will deal with them.” The hum of energy followed Axel’s response, his finger against his weapon’s trigger. “I knew I could count on you Axel.” Damian was pleased with his comrade’s decision. “Damn right you can, now let’s go.” Axel’s finger pulled back the trigger of his blaster rifle and a crimson wave of plasma shot forth from the gun’s muzzle. 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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 18 2011, 11:51 AM Post #9 |
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Chapter Eight: The Outside World Escape, we all wish to escape from something, reality and dreams, life and death, everyone seeks a way out of something. It is impossible to live in this world without something you wish to escape from, something you wish to get away from. All people know how to run, run from that which frightens them. Even though most people deny this simple truth, deep down within their heart of hearts they know it to be true. Escaping to and from something is a way of life and cannot be removed from the living psyche. The white rays of the ruby jewel’s moon shined upon what remained of the hell Damian and Axel had called home for far too long. Finally after two and half months Damian could breathe fresh air, his lungs had been begging for it for quite some time. It rejuvenated the young titan, he could feel every muscle in his body tingling with joy. The smell of death and decay finally left his nostrils, the smell of fresh and clean air was exhilarating. “Your armor is as good as you said it was.” Damian said as he set down the woman he’d been carrying. She was still unconscious. “I told you it was great, but I wonder where Fayte and Drex are, with all that commotion you’d think that they would be here by now.” Axel sounded a little disappointed. “The longer they take the better, we still have baggage thanks to Damian.” Astrid gestured towards the unconscious woman Damian had set on the ground. Damian held his tongue for a moment, his initial response wouldn’t have gained him any favor in Astrid’s court. “I did what had to be done, like Axel and I she was a prisoner, leaving her there wasn’t the smartest thing to do, for all we know she might have valuable information about the Saiyan Empire.” Damian’s explanation was fabricated rather quickly, all the things he’d mentioned had nothing to do with why he’d saved the woman. Damian had saved her because what little conscious he had prevented him from leaving a tormented soul behind, especially a tormented woman. “Fine. Well if we’re going to go any farther we need to give her a Senzu Bean.” Astrid produced another one of the beans she had given Damian when they had first met. The magical properties of the green bean would heal the woman’s wounds and restore her to consciousness. “You are all fools.” Drex’s voice came from above the escaped prisoners, it echoed in Damian’s very soul. “Did you really think you could escape?” Drex slowly descended towards the ground. “I’ll handle him.” Damian stepped pasted Astrid and the unconscious woman. “Drex believe me when I say this fight won’t be anything like last time, I’ve actually grown stronger since being trapped in that hell hole.” Damian explained as he stepped beside Axel. Damian’s dark purple aura slowly formed around his body, its licked his very skin as it hissed into existence. “Oh? Well we’ll see about that.” Drex uncrossed his arms as he touched down on the scorched surface. “Axel, help Astrid get that woman back on her feet, if Fayte arrives I expect you to deal with him.” Damian kept his eyes on Drex, if he gave the general even the slightest of advantages things could go badly quickly. “I’d wanted to try my hand against Drex, but something tells me you’re more fit for the job.” Axel stepped back and gave Damian some space. “Oh?” Drex leaned to the left, “You saved the girl huh?” Drex was genuinely surprised. “Interesting, seems we have two demons running loose on the planet or rather two who are about to die.” Drex’s silver aura began to form around his body and the ground beneath his feet began to quiver. How does he know what I am? Damn it this guy’s smarter than I thought. And what does he mean about that girl? She’s a demon like me? Damian’s confusion showed on his face. “What do you mean two demons?” The son of Kizura inched forward, the conflict was soon to begin. “Oh you didn’t know? That girl, like yourself, is of demon origin only her demonic power has turned her into something quite different from you, she’s what you might call a vampire.” With that Drex vanished, only this time Damian could track his movements. Rah! Damian cried as he leapt into the air, his fist shot forward and crashed straight into Drex’s incoming knee strike. A thundering sound erupted from the point of impact, plasmatic sparks crackled off their bodies as they withdrew their limbs. The two stared at one another for a moment before they vanished and took their battle to the moonlit sky above. “You’d better survive Damian.” Axel whispered to himself as he watched his comrade and Drex wage war above him. “Axel you didn’t tell me Damian was a demon!” Astrid shouted as she grabbed Axel’s shoulder and whipped him around to face her. “I’m sorry that didn’t come up when we were blasting our way out of there.” Axel sighed as he holstered his blaster rifle. “Don’t worry he’s only half demon, he won’t go out of control like your friend back home.” Axel said as he stepped past Astrid. “Besides we need him just as he needs us, we want to take over Vegeta and he wants Frost’s head on a plate. He helps us take over Vegeta and we help him kill Frost.” Axel explained the deal he and Damian had made while in captivity. “What if he double crosses us and takes the planet for himself?” Astrid’s voice held doubt. “So what? If Damian rules the planet after it has been conquered that won’t change a thing, the brotherhood will be happy regardless, remember the client just wants Titan dead.” Axel knelt beside the woman Damian had saved. “Now let’s hurry up and heal her, demon or not Damian thought it best to save her and I won’t doubt his decision.” Axel turned his head towards Astrid, her expression showed that she was reluctant, but eventually she gave in. The roaring sound of thunder continued to rule the dark sky, Damian and Drex’s fists met with every passing second. Blue static crackled off their fists as they greeted one another, their battle was similar to a show of fireworks. The flashing lights could be seen for miles around. Each and every strike generated a cataclysmic event, neither Drex nor Damian had any intentions of holding back. “Not bad Damian, looks like you have gotten stronger!” Drex exclaimed as he ducked below Damian’s fist. The purple haired commander let loose a battle cry as his right fist flew forward, it was aimed towards Damian’s ribcage. “I don’t think so!” Damian quickly brought his knee up to his chest. Drex’s gloved fist crashed into Damian’s shin and yet another thundering sound rained through the moonlit sky. “I’m growing tired of holding back.” Damian pushed himself backwards to gain some distance between himself and his Saiyan foe. “Going to transform are we?” Drex crossed his arms and laughed a little, “Well by all means continue.” “Remember you asked for this.” Damian whispered as he spread his legs shoulder width apart. Damian’s violet aura transitioned into a blood red, it burned around his body as Damian called forth his demon energy. The well of power within Damian’s soul was even deeper than before, Damian could feel it buried within his very core. The young titan’s muscles bulged and black static crackled off his body, it licked his muscles before dispersing into his aura. A green and purple substance wrapped itself around Damian’s body; his once shredded attire began to rejuvenate itself as it was introduced to the strange substance. The minor wounds that had formed on Damian’s body began to heal as Damian’s aura washed over them. Damian’s hair began to sway like seaweed in the ocean’s current, its coloration was being altered by Damian’s aura. The black parts of Damian’s spikey hair flashed a sinister vermillion, his eyes were slowly consumed by a glossy silver. Damian’s eyebrows were also influenced by the crimson aura that danced around his body. Damian’s aura quickly produced an opaque sphere made of pure demon energy. The black sparks that rippled across his body raged around the newly formed sphere. Each time Damian released a roar the static surged outward, threatening to tear into the general. “And now the end!” Damian shouted as his arms shot outward, a blinding light overtook the night sky at its epicenter was the demon hybrid. The blistering white light hid the transformed warrior from view, his power could be felt for miles around. “So this is what I waited for huh?” Drex withdrew his arm from his face, the light had finally dimmed and revealed the transformed warrior. Damian’s hair was sliver and crimson like before but now his eyes brows had followed suit with his hair and become a burning crimson and his eyes had been become a dark sliver. Damian’s vermillion aura traced his form neatly, almost like a stencil. “Yes Drex, this is my true form, the energy I gathered within that hell hole has even improved the power of my second form.” Damian said quietly. “Impressive, but I wonder if your true form is enough to stand up to my full power?” Drex said with a sly grin. “Unlike Fayte I have no interest in becoming a Giji Super Saiyan, I sought a power far greater.” Drex’s grin was becoming more sadistic by the second. “That woman you saved, well her demon blood has done wonders to my body, who would have thought ingesting the blood of such a vile creature could produce such power.” Drex’s armor began to break apart as cracks formed across it. “I was hoping to save this power for another time, but you’re actually worthy of it.” Drex strained to speak as his hair fanned outward and became a strange bluish grey. “At least now I’ll know if this power was worth it, I sought it to destroy Titan after all.” Drex’s voice was becoming weaker, his body was changing ever so slightly. Drex’s skin became a lifeless grey and the whites of his eyes became pitch black. A black substance leaked out from the abominations skin, it began to alter his form and muffle his screams of agony. The black substance had the same consistency as blood and it reeked with the smell of death. Such raw energy, I never expected a Saiyan to gain such a tainted and twisted power. Damian thought as he watched the events unfold before him. The black substance faded from Drex’s transformed body, it revealed the hellish creature that was now General Drex. The creature had a set of demonic bat wings that fanned out behind him. “Damian this is the form a Saiyan who’s crossed into the demon threshold.” Drex’s voice was twisted and dark, augmented by the energy that now surged through his body. “What an abomination, you’re nothing compared to a true hybrid.” Damian’s retort was filled with spite and disdain. “We shall see about that my friend.” Drex licked his purple lips in anticipation. ============ Post Word Count: 1,884 Total: 11,115/10,000 General Drex's Demon Form
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| Sanosuke Hitori | Dec 20 2011, 12:56 PM Post #10 |
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Chapter Nine: An Urakari’s Rise To Power Blood, the crimson elixir of both life and death, with it one thrives but without out they shrivel and die. Some believe that blood without a host can be used as a power source, a way to grow stronger and defy the confines of their vessel. Though what people don’t understand is that normal blood does nothing, only the blood of the supernatural holds true proprieties worth exploring. Some of these supernatural creatures actually need blood to survive, its rejuvenating properties does wonders for their bodies. One such creature is the Vampire, a deity of legend. “Finally she’s breathing.” Axel said as he pulled his fingers away from the once unconscious woman’s throat. “I hope this girl was worth saving.” Astrid’s attention went towards the war that raged in the moonlit sky. Damn he’s a lot more powerful than I thought he was going to be, even with the demon blood he’s taken in I never imagined he could be so adept with it. Damian thought as he ducked below his foe’s fist. Guess my only choice is to rip him to pieces. Damian’s silver irises slowly returned to their soul tearing ebony. The son of Kizura let loose a battle cry as his elbow cruised forward, it rammed into the demon endowed Saiyan’s exposed abdominals. Saliva sloshed from the abominations open mouth as it was forced open by the sudden strike to his stomach. Damian slowly withdrew his elbow from where it was firmly planted. Drex groaned in agony as the pain that surged through his body grew worse, it poked at every nerve in the creature’s body. “What’s wrong Drex? With all that demon blood in your body I expected much more from you.” Damian mocked as he watched Drex writhe in pain. Damian’s crimson aura circled around him, it was begging for some more action. Tendrils of black energy flailed off Damian’s battle hungry aura, the tendrils licked his arms and torso before they left his frame. The half breed’s power was on the rise once again, he was prepared to end things once and for all. “It’s time I show you what demon blood can really do.” Drex withdrew his hand from his stomach as he stood upright, his bat like wings fanned out behind him. A dark purple aura molded itself around the demonic Saiyan’s body, a dark grin spread across the general’s lips. Drex’s fang like teeth curved over his bottom lip as the grin grew. Black and white plasmatic sparks crackled around the demon abomination. They surged from off his toned body as his eyes flashed a bloody crimson, his demon power was beyond anything Damian had experienced before. Hurricane force winds whipped around the two combatants as their power levels climbed. “What’s going on?” A girl’s serene voice hit Axel and Astrid’s ears. The silver haired woman Damian had saved had finally come out of unconsciousness, her wounds had been fully healed by the Senzu Bean she’d been given earlier. The silver haired woman forced herself to her feet, despite the bean’s healing properties her body still ached. “Look Axel she’s finally awake.” Astrid pointed towards the silver haired woman who was barely dressed. Axel turned his attention away from the battle that raged above them, “It seems she is.” Axel returned his attention to the fight, he could feel Drex’s power rising, Axel was waiting for an opportunity to assist Damian. “Who are you two? Where are we?” The silver haired woman’s voice was weak, she was still struggling to get to her feet. “I’m Axel and she’s Astrid.” The armored warrior said without adverting his gaze from the battle between Damian and Drex. “As for where we are, well can’t you tell? We’re free and the man who freed you is up there.” Axel pointed towards Damian who was busy dodging a salvo of punches. The woman’s attention moved towards the conflict above and her eyes grew wide as they set themselves upon the war. That can’t be. The woman’s thoughts trailed off as her body quivered, it was racked with confusion and shock. Even with my blood Drex shouldn’t be this powerful, Saiyan or not his vessel shouldn’t be able to house that much demon blood. The woman thought as she watched the thundering war. Crack! Drex’s fist crashed into Damian’s ribcage, the son of Kizura released a pained gack as saliva flew from his mouth. The pained enforcer was then met with an elbow to the face, his head whipped backwards from the impact. Drex laughed as he brought both his arms overhead, his hands interlocked before they came crashing down upon Damian’s head. Drex’s double hammer fist hit like a ton of bricks and sent the assassin towards the unforgiving ground. “Shit!” Damian cried as gravity took control of his body. The son of Kizura attempted to gain control of his arms and legs but the force at which he was descending was too great, his arms were practically pinned to his side. Damian impacted with the ground and caused it to bowl outward, dust and debris swept across the battlefield. A plume of smoke rose into the night sky. “Damian!” Axel cried as he reached in the direction of Damian’s crash site. “Astrid it’s time we try our hand against that bastard.” Axel said through his clenched teeth.” “What about her?” Astrid pointed towards the woman Damian had saved. “She can take care of herself, now let’s get moving!” With that Axel took off, his power suit allowed him to defy gravity’s laws and propelled him towards his demonic foe. “Damn it.” Astrid mumbled before she followed Axel’s lead. The silver haired woman watched as Axel and Astrid rocketed towards Drex, “such fools.” The woman mumbled to herself. The silver haired maiden brought her attention to Damian’s crash site, “He’s the only one who can defeat Drex at this point.” The woman began walking towards the crash site, her body wasn’t nearly as sore as it was now she could would freely. “Oh so you two wish to die already?” Drex laughed as Axel and Astrid appeared before him. “You both know that Damian’s more powerful than you two, so what makes you think you can succeed where he failed?” “You talk too much.” Axel removed his blaster rifle from its holster and aimed it towards Drex. “Do us both a fair and die.” Axel pulled the trigger and a crimson plasma blast erupted from the rifle’s barrel. The crimson blast roared as it cruised towards its demonic target. “Such child’s play.” Drex said under his breath as he batted the blast aside. The crimson wave rocketed into the night sky, it illuminated the starry heavens before it dissipated. “Now then I believe it’s my turn.” Drex grinned as he aimed his raised right palm towards Axel. Black and white energy swirled around Drex’s open palm, it crackled and popped like static. “No Drex it’s my turn.” Astrid’s voice came from behind Drex, her sword flashed in the moon light as it careened in a downward arc. The metal blade aimed to cut through the demon abomination’s right side. Astrid’s blade cut through Drex, but there was no blood and the sound of ripping flesh and creaking bone never met Astrid’s ears. “Zanzoken!?” Astrid’s eyes grew wide, she’d finally realized why her sneak attack had failed. “The after image technique has its uses.” Drex’s voice came from behind the sword wielding vixen. “Did you really think I had forgotten about you?” The cursed Saiyan laughed. “Don’t worry I won’t finish you while your back is turned, I want to see the light fade your eyes.” Drex licked his purple lips as he cracked his knuckles together. “Axel what the hell do we do now?” Astrid appeared beside her armored companion. “We fight and we pray.” While Astrid and Axel fought to survive Damian struggled to rise, his body had suffered a great deal of trauma. The shrapnel from Damian’s impact with his new best friend had torn into his skin and allowed his blood to flow freely from his body. The Urakari’s aura had ceased its dancing and coiling in fact it ceased to exist all together. The son of Kizura was in a world of trouble, his body wasn’t in the same condition it had been at the start of the fight. “Hold still.” A woman’s voice came from the shroud of dust that surrounded the half demon. “I’ve come to help you.” The woman Damian saved stepped through the shroud, her body free of wounds. “Seems they healed you.” Damian coughed as he forced himself to speak. “Now is not the time to talk about that, you need to get back on your feet and defeat Drex, once that’s done we can talk.” The nameless woman kneeled beside Damian. The silver haired beauty placed her palm against Damian’s chest, her blood red eyes met with Damian’s ebony irises. “As I thought you’re his son.” The woman whispered as she drew her lips towards Damian’s neck. “This may hurt for a second but you need it to win.” The woman’s seductively whispered in Damian’s ear before she sank her fangs into Damian’s neck. What in the hell is going on! Damian could feel something churning in his very core, he could feel a dark power bubbling to the surface. Whatever the woman was doing to him he liked it, it was increasing his power. Damian could hear his wounds hissing to a close, his body’s rejuvenate abilities were accelerating. “I’ve given you some of my blood, with it your transformation will be even stronger, it will reach its peak.” The woman said as she drew her mouth away from Damian’s neck. “Now go destroy Drex.” The girl stepped away from Damian and watched as his aura spawned itself around his body. “Who are you?” Damian asked as he sat up, his body was still being altered by the blood that had been injected into his body. “Luna Shuzen, I know your father, Kizura.” Luna paused for a moment, “but there is no time to explain you need to kill Drex before he kills your friends!” Luna exclaimed. That’s going to be an interesting conversation. Damian thought as he turned away from Luna, Someone who knows father huh? Damian clenched his fists and took a deep breath, his body begged for battle. With one great exhale the son of Kizura launched himself into the air the plume of smoke that once climbed towards the heavens was dispelled. Damian’s sudden ejection from the planet’s surface sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. As Damian traveled through the air his transformation entered its final stages. Damian red hair grew darker, it became even more of a bloody and ominous red. Damian’s eyebrows also took on the coloration of his hair and his eyes became a more fearsome and cold ebony, they were like black holes. Even Damian’s clothing was altered by the transformation, though the change was a slight one. His clothing had become more defined its coloration was darker it gleamed with Damian’s flaring aura. “Drex!” Damian cried as he neared the battle. “Damian, how did you…” Axel’s voice trailed off as Damian sped past him. The super charged half demon let his fist fly forward and it hit Drex square in the chest with all the force of a bullet train. The sound of breaking bone and squishing flesh rang out behind the thunder of Damian’s strike. The demonic Saiyan failed to release an agonized cry, his lungs had been punctured. The son of Kizura released a hellacious battle cry as he raised both of his hands over his head. Black and red static crackled between Damian’s palms, slowly a sphere of red energy formed between them. The transformed demon continued to cry out as the sphere of energy grew in size. “Now die!” Damian roared as he swung his arms in a downward arc, “Demon Buster!” Damian roared as the massive crimson sphere raged towards his foe. Drex had no time to react, his body was consumed by Damian’s hellish technique, his skin melted from his body, his muscles turned to ash and his bones crumbled away into the wind. Before Damian’s technique dissipated it sent a torrent of demonic energy in all directions and it ripped into the planet’s surface. “All too easy.” Damian said to himself as his technique faded into dust. “Damian is that really you?” Axel asked as he holstered his weapon, his voice was weak and his armor was cracked. “Guess that armor of yours really isn’t as powerful as you made it sound.” Damian grinned as he turned around. “Yeah it’s me.” Damian’s aura took its leave and so too did the changes Damian’s body underwent, he’d reverted back to his normal form. “What the hell happened, how did you get so powerful?” Astrid was hovering beside Axel, her body was ridden with wounds, her entire right arm was covered in blood. “Luna, the girl I’d saved, her blood did this to me.” Damian sighed, “I don’t understand it yet but we need to get somewhere safe, somewhere we can talk.” “Agreed, there is much to discuss and I think we could all use a little rest.” Axel said as he removed his helmet. “We can go to the ship I used to get to this planet.” Astrid suggested, “And I agree we all need to rest.” Astrid looked at her blood ridden arm with disdain. “Alright then, Astrid lead the way.” =========== Post Word Count: 2,270 Total: 13,385/10,000 [Complete] Luna Shuzen Damian's Complete Form Two
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