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It was quite ironic. Dabura had escaped one realm to gain more power, just to enter another realm that was trapped in a struggle for the same thing. Planet Vegeta was currently in a war with a civilization headed by the changelings, Dabura knew this and he wanted to use this for several benefits.

He was new to this mortal realm. Although he had watched it for over ten years, the intricate delicacies, and detriments this life garnered was foreign to him. He was but a newborn in a place where he had no alliances with anyone. No one to share with him information on what to do and what not to do. He did not have anyone to steer him in the right direction of what he desired. The Demon knew that going into this Realm meant that he would be starting over… but sometimes that wasn’t a bad thing. Every once in a while, renewing yourself was needed. It’s what kept you in line and theoretically ahead of your competition; another facet Dabura learned from watching the mortals.

As he contemplated on what would be his first acts, the hell spawn cracked a smile as he shrugged his shoulders. This was not something he could calculate. There was no right nor wrong way to achieve a beginning, as it was just that. It was his first steps so to speak so he had to learn. The only action he could take was the most basic and natural to any individual, whether they were supernatural or lived with mortality; nature.

The Hell Spawn nodded to himself as he surveyed his surroundings. His eyes were like that of vulture, swooping in on several locations as he scanned piece by piece. Planet Vegeta by all means was a hell hole, even to the Demon. He could tell it was ravaged by severe battles and massive amounts of kilis. As he continued to look smiles formed here and there as his yellow eyes blinked momentarily until he found it.

Ah ha!” The demon blurted out in pure excellence as he located his beginnings. Directly southwest of his location there was a mountain range. From his locale it looked quaint and quite small, unworthy of his territory, but it would have to do. He spit on the ground to the right as he took a step forward. He quickly noticed a difference between here and his own realm by a single factor; gravity. In this realm, the gravity seemed to be dense. He didn’t know if the mortals knew this but it was a lot more intense than that which he was used to.

As his body fell through the atmosphere, he angled himself so that he was going headfirst. He followed this by folding his arms so that they would not get in the way of his descent. It was a rush, this gravity thing. He felt that he had to shift his energy a bit differently than what he was used to. As he neared the bottom of his fall, his power of the air around him changed. No longer was he subdued by this gravity but rather controlled it. It was as if he placed his foot on it’s head and barked orders to newton’s law itself.
The energy held him up as his body rose from its head first position and lifted him so that he was rising in an upright position. He spun as his cape fluttered in the wind, creating the sound of a wingspan, colliding with the air. As he came to a brief pause he noticed something out the corner of his eye.

Saiyans…”

The Demon muttered as he watched this phenomenal race spring into action. He floated in placed as an eyebrow was raised by the hell spawn. He looked on as the Saiyans seemed to be ban ding together at some sort of tower. The stature was huge, even to the Demon as they could nearly see across more than an entire island with this one building. It was very impressive but, this is where Dabura’s suspicion started to seep in.

He noticed another group of Saiyans mounting up and putting on something akin to armor. They donned gear that had white and black chest pieces, with coned styled pieces covering their guts, shoulders and toes of their boots. “Quite peculiar indeed.” The Idea had not yet came across the Demon’s mind of what they were truly after; it was him!

A giant light had flashed in the air from the tower. Dabura squinted his eyes and turned away briefly readjusting to the directed light. Suddenly a beam of energy came forth, heading straight for him. He turned to the beam and faced it head on without flinching from its speed of travel. He closed his eyes momentarily and when the beam made impact with him, it simply dissipated into nothingness. The Demon still had no idea.

Are the Saiyans aiming for me?” He questioned himself. Never did he think to wonder that the Saiyans had devices in checking anyone’s power. Never did he realize that due to the war with the changelings, any source of energy foreign to them would be considered a threat and dealt with accordingly. Never did he suspect that a simple matter of flying would cause him the attention of the world he appeared on. These things became clear, minute after minute as the repeated beams were becoming stronger and stronger.

Dabura felt that the earlier ones were just warning shots, sent to gauge the enemy. They could not be their real artillery or power due to him watching them for a decade. He had known of several Saiyans existence that exceeded the capacity that these weak beams produced. And so, it finally hit him. He decided to land. As his body darted to the ground, he halted his pace in an instant that alleviate any dust from scoffing the clear white boots he donned. His body slowly fluttered down as he met the ground and stood firmly on it; hands still folded however.

It seemed to happen right in time. For what you ask? The arrival of the Saiyans to Dabura’s location. IN a moments notice, several machines had surrounded the once Demon King. His yellow eyes looked around him slowly as the Saiyans exited their machinery constructs, foreign to him. They raised up items in their hands that had holes on the end of them and Dabura could see clearly. These machines were modes of transportation for those that could not fly. And the items with holes had specialized properties as would a blade or a shield did; they were weapons.

What puzzled him is how they could find his location with the weapons. What shocked him is that they knew his location at the moment of him landing… or maybe prior to that. Were these Saiyans that much advanced in technology that they could pinpoint things with fine accuracy… nah. It was just the fact that Dabura was an infant to the ways of mortals.
Dabura did not know that flying would attract attention to others if they used machines. He didn’t care enough to judge their perception of him as he knew whoever would be the first to lay eyes on him would probably lose their cool.

To boot, Dabura had a tint of red in his skin tone. This made him appear as if he was like them, but only special. His yellow eyes, probably a draw in as his iris were not round like theirs and why would they be? He was of a more dignified and superior breed of species, so genetic superiority were a given. He sported small horns at the top of his head next to his hair, and right above his forehead. There were some factors about him that seemed mortal, at least to the untrained eye. For starters his hair came in two sets; the top of his head and the area around the bottom of his face. It was his hair and facial hair to be exact. He had a thing mustache that curved around his face on down to his chin, giving him a light goatee that seem to only accentuate his demeanor. His hair was shaven to the point of being extremely low, and frame din a way that a pointed arrow could be seen if one looked at Dabura from the bird’s eye view. He wore a scheme of blue and white, with his chest exposed being a full body suit and boots and a cape. There was a belt h had worn that was large and pearly as it intricately layered what seemed to be two magnets, reminiscent of the mortals symbol of good and evil; yin and yang. Trailing from this center piece was a yellow strap that fit with his yellow eyes as if he had been induced with smoke since infancy.
Yes he was different but that’s what made it all the more glorious. A superior among the Saiyan appeared. Dabura could tell. His brandishing on his gear called for this thought to come to the Hell Spawn. His hair was shown, spikey and unkempt like a wild beast. He wore the same kind of armor but his had specialized symbols and what looked to be emblems attached to a red cape.

This is Captain Sprout, of the Owl Regalia, any sudden moves and my men here will open fire… and annihilate you.” His words were strong. This was something Dabura liked. This man demanded respect, even from Dabura himself. It was as if he had no fear of what Dabura was or he simply did not care; a quality most endearing in any warrior, past or present. “Identify yourself as I have done so or be destroyed.”

Now of course Dabura did not give in to this man’s ploy. He would wait to see what annihilation meant, to see if it meant the same things between his own society and theirs. Annihilation to Dabura, was a clutching devastation that shun even death itself. So the idea that any mortal could annihilate him peaked his interest to say the least.

Sprout watched as the reddish individual before him did nothing but a singular action. Dabura slowly grew a smug smirk that made the captain smile. With a wave of his hand and a phrase from his lips “Fuck it, fry ‘em.” The volley had commenced. Seamless rays of light began to escape the weapons adorned by the Saiyan ‘welcoming party’, all for Dabura. He The Saiyan captain had turned his back and waved his hand again for them to cease fire. With a smile he turned around and opened his eyes to lay his sights upon an unscathed Dabura.

The Demon tilted his head upwards as the onslaught of the Owl Regalia seemed to do nothing but intrigue the Demon more and more. He questions one of his ranked soldiers asking if all of the attacks made their mark and the soldier nodded in hesitation. Pushing the soldier down, sprout ordered for his men to attack whilst he was looking and what Dabura saw further captivated his thoughts. He noted in his own head that the Saiyan known as Sprout operated some device attached to his left ear, which had a screen over the same eye. Most noticeably from his use of the machine, before smoke had even cleared, The Saiyan knew that the Demon was alive and unharmed. The Saiyan spat at the ground and charged forward at Dabura in a rage.

Willing his training to come forth, the Saiyan sent a volley of attacks. Dabura weaved through the attacks as he moved his form in between gaps in his attacks, showing him that his speed was not even enough to catch him. He could have chosen to end this squabble a long time ago but decided to monitor it closely, using himself as the guinea pig. He wanted to test the strength of this being, who squirmed about in his useless attempt to challenge something bigger and greater than he could have realized.

Why didn’t he end it? Well there was a simple format into how a Hell Spawn gain their power. It could be the direct approach like every other being out there… or through an energy form known as Kilis. Kilis was the representation of energy that responded to a beings Hate volume. The Higher density that the Kilis was, the more an individual had for another. Dabura was on a mission to gain as much Kilis as possible be to forcefully absolve it into his own being and harness those negative emotions.

Fear, doubt, sadness, emptiness and of course hate compromised the genetic makeup of this Kilis. By letting the Saiyan attack endlessly, Dabura was beginning the ritual of releasing one’s Kilis. The Saiyan would doubt his own skills as he tested the might and seen that several of his flurries had met only air and not Dabura himself. It would slowly turn as the Saiyan exhausted himself in an attempt to display his power but for naught. Punces, kicks… it didn't matter if they were physical or a composite form of energy itself, nothing would work as the Saiyan named sprout realized that after trying for five minutes.

Dabura had not moved from his initial spot but the Saiyan danced all around him to his limit, he had nothing left. So Dabura began phase two of this masterful ritual; fear. The Saiyan drove himself to fear as he stumbled back not knowing what to do. He had tried everything and almost been low on energy but nothing made the demon move or flinch. This was good as the followers of this one called Sprout looked on in agony.

Emptiness filled Sprouts being as he had resigned himself to defeat. He was a warrior and dedicated himself to his leader and form. If he was of no use, then he rather died right here and now… but Dabura had better plans as the Hel Spawn shook his head in the request given to him by Sprout. In a quick flash of movement, his allies were decimated. It happened all too fast for him to accurately say what was done… all he knew was that they were obliterated… and this turned him into the fourth stage of the Kilis ritual; sadness.

The Saiyan could not make good on his oath to his people. He was stricken with grief and had no where to turn to. He had wished for power… wished for energy to defeat the foe not only for himself but for his comrades. Here… the Saiyan went through a process called ‘Fall’. It was when a being cursed themselves for being insufficient in their tasking and denied their own worth in life for exchange for their soul. Now the KIlis was starting to form and Dabura could see it, visibly.

The final step was hate. As Sprout dropped to his knees and awaited his death proudly, Dabura turned and began to make his leave. The Saiyan begged and pleaded for the right thing to do. He even exclaimed that coming back alone was the mark of a coward. Dabura shook his head and broke out with another smug demeanor. He eventually departed and fully completed the ritual You see; leaving one alive to know that his friends and comrades were erased from this realm because of himself would only cause the man to curse the events where he met such a somebody. He cursed at the visage of Dabura who left the Saiyan to his thoughts. If anything, Dabura had a close knit around that Saiyan, he wanted the Kilis to mature; manifesting into a more concentrated dose; so that when the time came he could eat this Kilis with his own two fangs… allowing him greater power than that he already possessed.



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Dabura seized an opportunity of pleasure dealing with Sprout and destroying the lives of a group of Saiyans nut, he needed to continue with his original plan before he was rudely interrupted. “Now where was I?” the Hell Spawn barked as he looked to the north yet again. He remembered the mountain range and soon spotted it. Before setting off he had to think about his mode of travel. Earlier he had chose to fly but it seemed the Saiyans could pick up on his locale by some means foreign to him. He made a note to himself that as far as travelling, he had to revert to the old methods before his kind knew how to manipulate the energies. Dabura also wanted to find out exactly how he was able to be tracked to such efficiency. Though there was a puzzling dilemma the Demon came to.

He had slayed a lot of Saiyans and left only their captain alive. Of course this would make for an awesome abode of Kilis to form, rather quickly. The problem longing in his head was that how he would get to the Kilis once it matured. It was a tough situation but he resolved it with a simple idea, energy. Surely this man known as Sprout would try his all to get stronger as quickly as possible. Revenge would fill his veins as he would yearn to take Dabura’s life so all the demon would have to do is spike his power suddenly and he would be found… hopefully by who he sought.

Nevertheless, he needed to make haste. He could feel the precipitation from the atmosphere as he squinted his eyes towards the clouds. He scoffed for a moment about a solitary thought and dismissed it quickly. The clouds often reminded him of Heaven, the place no Hell Spawn has ever been allowed to step foot in. His attention averted away from the sky as he regained composure on his task, reaching the mountain range.
In his mind, there was sure to be some sort of cavern that he could dwell in. It would be his lair that he could return too if the outside world ever got too lax for even his tastes. Dabura decided to walk; it was his best bet for travel seeing a show he did not have one of those machines or the know-how of, could not fly due to the Saiyans technology, and he was almost certain that a heightened speed of movement would alert them as well, though he was wrong.

As he began his way, he noticed several anomalies in the terrain he tracked. For starters, there were no real roads connecting you anywhere. In his adhering vision, he noted that certain civilizations marked their territories by not just name and memorabilia, but actually paved the ground to create roads or pathways leading from one area to the next. This was not the case for Planet Vegeta as he just seen the landscape as it had been, barren and lifeless… it was welcoming he thought but also an advantage.

If the Saiyans had not taken heed to mark the planet they lived on, then tracking him by other traditional means would be rather difficult if not impossible. A smile came to his face as he advanced through the plains and came to an area that had a bit of fauna. Few flowers and bushes were forming but for the rest, it was dead. Dry vines layered the ground’s surface as h inspected it, seeing it had no life force and simply was a withering appearance of its former glory…. However long that form was ago.

He sensed a presence around him. It wasn’t the emergence of someone’s Ki but it was a lusting instinct; bloodlust. He looked behind himself as he spotted darting eyes lurking in shadows. They were pristine in their purple gaze. He looked around more and saw more of these eyes all hone in on him. It wasn’t the Saiyans but mere beasts, native to the land. He knew not what classification they were as he could not see them but their presence reminded him of how it was back home, in the Demonic Realm.

It was a dog eat dog place, so to speak. Demon’s would enter into any lair, at any time with the desire to not only slay their own kind but to conquer them in a way that absolves their power and conforming it to make it their own. It was a very bestial slate this process but Dabura welcomed it… after all it was his home.

Turning his view from the eyes he continued onward towards the range again. It seemed that so many things would get in his head about the realm of the living. So many things he didn’t know, so much time he had to spend… without anyone lurking over his back, save for the mad beasts. Reaching a ravine of lush green he was amazed. To his dismay there seemed to still be area’s on this Planet that had not been destroyed by the explosive power of the Saiyans.

Could this be where the beasts thrive?”

The Demon thought aloud as he noted that the eyes still followed him. They were out of his range of vision but not out of his reach. Their lust was so thick that he could turn and be hit in the face with it. Slowly and surely it began to grow a type of Kilis he had not seen before. He thought about it for a bit as he entered the green environment and dubbed it ‘desperation’. The animals were so desperate for that taste of blood, that they blinded themselves on beings that could be other world and even greater in every way to themselves. This didn’t matter to them though, all they cared about was that thirst quenching crimson drink that they wished to bath in.

Inside the small forest, Dabura reveled at the quantity of flora he had seen. There were tree’s that bore strange objects that spanned the spectrum of light. Some were hard while the others themselves were soft. He encountered different types of flowers that he seen in his meddling with species lives here and there from his thicket in Hell. Onward he pressed, going around large tree’s that further impressed him that had tops that reached just sigh of the sky, as if hands trying to pull themselves oput from hell. It was an ominous scene to him that reminded him of his goals and why he was even here in the first place.
Eventually he made it to an area that had a river flowing in the midst of this ravine. He looked at the clear liquid and fish that danced about in the freedom of their domain. They looked as if they had no care in the world as their images left quickly to leave Dabura with a reflection of his face in the water. He gritted his teeth and spat to the side in annoyance. He looked towards directly west of his location and he saw an opening. Could it have been? Yes it was… the exit to the ravine and the entrance to the glorious range of rocks he had headed the lands for.

The Demon smiled in approval as he exited the lush environment with one final thought about it. It must have been where the Saiyans had come for fresh water… hell it might have even been grown by the Saiyans themselves for all Dabura knew. Throughout all of his treading there was still one factor that remained in the back of his mind; the wild beasts. They still followed him and would no doubt stalk him for eternity if they were not dealt with now.

He stopped his march as he looked at the caverns and turned around swiftly. With a quick movement, his cape slowly faded downwards from the pressure of his own body and the wind around him which began to pick up. He rose both of his hands and held them at his sides, clinched. Suddenly, the beasts began to take the offer. They were not so simple minded and understood situations well, Dabura noted. Hi stopping and facing them, was a declaration that he knew what they wanted and had the resolve not to back out but bring them more of what they pleaded for and even more.

As he locked eyes with the visage of the prowler, he noticed it’s legs, four in total that had claws attached to feet that were dirty yet bloody. They went up, connected to a base body that was of the thickest fur, off-white due to the travelling endlessly of the wilds. This left only a face, canines began to show as it barked at Dabura once letting it’s purple eyes and voice do the talking. Out of nowhere, from his left a large wolf came to Dabura’s left side. It was fast as it landed and went to gnaw at the Hell Spawns limb.Another appeared on the opposite side to go for his leg. Dabura smiled as the mouths of the two wolves were inches away from the marks before he moved.

Amusing…”

Was the prelude to his actions that had his body jolt into movement, springing about two attacks that incapacitated the two brethren beasts. This caused a chain of events to occur that enraged not only the head wolf but his younger mates as well. Coming out in full force, an entire pack had showed themselves as the head wolf growled right before letting a striking howl out. It was as if he was sentencing Dabura to death by this sound… at least that’s what the Demon thought. In a flash the wolves had charged forward, all of their claws digging into the ground and moving forward. Dabura let out a bright grin as his lips cocked to the side, showing one fang that sat higher than another fang. He lowered his posture before taking forward with a lunging forearm strike, crushing a wolf in between the ground and his limb. He moved after to the next wolf and sent an upward knee meeting the beast head on.

Several more strikes had appeared, the next one faster than the last as Dabura battled the wolves. He relished in this single moment… on that he felt like himself… felt like home. Two beings, fighting for superiority with their lives and everything they had on the line. It was no use though; even the head wolf was no match for Dabura’s power. If the Lust of a wolf was enough to sport awareness, Dabura’s lust was enough to incite a war; it was simply no comparison. With a parting gift, he sent the main wolf to the afterlife as it looked up at Dabura with eyes that showed fear. With a bone breaking crack, the neck of the wolf was turned and snapped as Dabura delivered the final blow.

He noticed the Kilis of the wolves were still there. He turned and walked into the floating energy that seemed to be forming into a shape. This shape looked like a flaming head, with two arcs beneath it going up. He had not seen Kilis act like this before b it did him no harm as he grabbed hold of the Kilis shape and placed it up to his teeth. Normally, when a Hell Spawn placed their teeth to a Kilis, it was instantly absorbed but this had not been the case, Dabura wondered why. He looked over the shape and tossed it to the side, inside a cavern. He would figure it out later as he needed something else now.

That which the Demon desired was the Kilis by that Saiyan called Sprout. He went about a good mile from the cavern, not wanting them to track that as his lair, and spiked his power temporarily. He floated to the sky above his position and faced the direction of the Saiyan outpost where Sprout was from and in a good 10 minutes, Sprout had arrived.

Yooo… I was wondering when you would show yourself. I gained a lot since you left me.” Dabura raised an eyebrow as the Saiyan exploded in power around his form. This energy mixed with the Kilis that Dabura had helped manifest and formed some kind of new power for the Saiyan. “What?!?” escaped from the lips of the demon as he noticed something else out the corner of his eye.

It was like a beacon, only slightly, but a light radiated from the cavern. In the sky, you could see all from above and maybe the Saiyan didn’t notice it but he did. Was it the Kilis that formed into the symbol before? He thought as the Saiyan bursted forward towards him and delivered a punch to Dabura’s face. This staggered the mighty demon and made him pause. What was going on? This Saiyan did not posses this type of strength when they last encountered! Is this what Sprout meant by some new power? It was impossible to think. Mortals could not utilize adverse emotional power like that of the Demons… so what could it had been?

Dabura contemplated as Sprout had been delivering justice in his own way to him in the form of physical attacks. As Dabura body crashed into the ground, he looked up as the Saiyan began to charge energy into a hand. He floated slowly and muttered a few words which brought a smile to the Demon’s face. He stood slowly and wiped the dust from his shoulders and arms and stood there just waiting. This annoyed the Saiyan even further as an orb of blue and white color came from his hand. It grew bigger as it neared Dabura s the Dabura rose a hand and with a mighty roar from the Hell Spawn, he jet forward with his fist extended and went straight through the burst of energy. It exploded seconds after his impact to serenade the next following events; the crushing of the Saiyans power.

As he went onward with decimating the warrior, he now held him in his hand. His body was bruised, armor was continually cracking, and his eyes began to fade away slowly. Dabura could tell from here on out, the Saiyan had nothing left. With a final toss in the air, Dabura watched as he clapped his hands together and released energy in the form of thin bolts from all his finger tips. This wasn’t an attack but more of a static drain that was pulling out the Kilis from the Saiyan. It was a way for the Saiyan to die while Dabura could relish on the delicious negative energy the Saiyan harbored towards him. He wanted to bask in it…. This Immersive Force that called out to his name and voila! Kilis had been served… and an unconscious Saiyan wilted and died.

Taking the energy and going back to the range, something extra happened that shocked even the demon himself. The Kilis from the wolf and the Kilis from Sprout were resonating with one another. He don’t know what made he try the next feat but he took the giant mass of Kilis and flung it at the emblem from the wolves he discarded earlier. A transfusion between the two happened as neither one existed afterwards but something entirely new!

This mass was purple, with glowing red sparks on the outside of it. It pulsed as if a bomb that could hardly contain itself as it floated here and there. Inside of it, he could of sworn he had seen an image of Sprout and an image of the wolves he defeated all together. Was this the culmination of multiple Kilis in one? He had heard about this event and only rare demons would be able to utilize this. He lunged forward to the large Kilis and stuck his fangs into it’s shell. A cracking sound was heard as the form of the Kilis had shattered from it’s body and slowly began to be drained into the Body of Dabura via his lungs. As he leaned back to absorb all of the energy, his eyes shot straight upward as a large roar came from Dabura. Energy seemed to radiate from his hands as the energy was evolving the Demon it seemed. It wasn’t a physical change but more of a unlocking of himself. He leaned forward as he felt a feeling boil deep within him.

As he opened his mouth he had to release this pressure he felt with his lungs; fire had been spewed. What was this? He spewed fire? Dabura was even shocked by this revelation. He did not know how or why… but an ability that had not been known to him was unlocked. It was as if the Kilis itself had been a key. A key to gathering not just power through the transgression of others but power that even Dabura could not even fathom. Nd in that instant a voice rung out, foreign to the Hell Spawn.

Finally… another…”

Dabura turned around every direction but could not see anything. He knew he heard a voice. He was not crazy but there was nobody around him… or so he thought. Slowly forming in the sky above him was a ghastly figure. It was in the midst of a crimson sphere of energy that glowed ominously . Dabura looked up as his eyes bulged from his head at what he say.

Who are you?”




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Grader's Notes: I quite enjoyed this story, the way it was narrarated really brought out the appropriate tone needed to role play The demon king in an environment such as planet Vegeta. Dispite a few spelling errors that would be easily corrected with a proof read, I think the story flowed very well. Overall I say this is a very good effort and I'm looking forward to reading part 2.

However, in order to receive an alignment shift, I think I'd need to see a bit more. A Dastardly deed no one could ignore! (Feel free to ask another staffers opinion if you feel the need)

All in all, good job and enjoy your rewards!
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