In all the centuries, the eons of time that Kamae had been alive he had never been one to dedicate himself to training. He was no prodigy, he was no grand schemer of the divine graced by the heavens... No Kamae had just been alive so god danged long that he had just amassed a massive wealth of experience... But not in training his body. Kamae had lost his form a long long time ago and now he had fully returned to being mortal once more.

He had forgotten this bitter taste... the stifling of flesh was disgusting. He could feel the blood pulsing in his veins, the sheer beating of his heart now only reminded him of his vulnerability... but also made him realize perhaps he was not as untouchable as he thought. He remembered a tuffle once humbling him greatly... he would need to remember those lessons. Because now the demon was dedicated to the efforts of strengthening this frail form.

Even now as the demon stood in the caverns of namek, his upper body exposed to the damp temperatures of the caves. He had been looking over his body, his eyes casting their gaze not on the imperfections of those about him, but seeking that which rotted within. The weakness he so detested he sought it out... His love for Sobi... it was a weakness, a plague in his heart he must PURGE. But that would come with time... perhaps killing her would solve his issues of the heart? No.... No suffering from himself was the greatest form of punishment for his weakness. It will be dealt with in time.

The next thing is his body, his gaze looking up and down his blood vessels. His bones as they creaked against the joints that moved them. He looked into his marrow, to his marrow black magic mixed with organic matter. Effectively allowing him to avoid severe unrepairable bones. His magic was laced into his very marrow, and that was enough. Then the voidkin cast his eyes to the cave... and he saw nothing. A blind beast in a world of color... what a disappointing conclusion to his evolution...

The demon then began to pace, slowly circling the room while he thought about himself. His demonic aura filling the cave with ambient energy while he paced about it, the black aura of Kamae slowly circling the Stalactites of the ceiling and the Stalagmite, passing between them like vapors of smoke trailing back to Kamae. The demon was subconsciously feeling the area with his aura, unknown to himself. His powers were an engima even to himself.

When he was in the cave with the majin, he hadn't taken to his new form quite how he had wanted. His magics had been acting of their own accord... He could feel the slow decline of his self as he used his own self to burn the candle of his power. He was slowly losing himself to this creeping darkness, yet the demon didn't mind. Somehow he felt comforted... that after all of this he might get to feel at peace... perhaps the flame was meant to be smoldered and killed all along? He once roared like an inferno, but now he was the dying ashes... and he was becoming the rot that would be the fertilizer for the new universe. 

His eyes felt tingly as he began to process what his powers were... Rot, decay... not diseases but the slow decomposition of the universe... He was the end that turned the stomachs of all things, the sight that no mortal truly enjoys... The rotted carcass of a man... The demon's hands fell to their sides then as he both processed this sad truth and rejoiced in finding his place finally. Slowly reaching out the demon began to pull at the air, watching as the air itself pulled tight like a curtain. His magic could be seen flowing into the fabric of the air as his magic took root.

Pulling tightly the curtain would rip with a sickening tear, like flesh being torn asunder by claw and fang. And from it black sludge with chunks of black rock looking objects. The demon turned his blind gaze to the objects before grabbing one tight enough to crack its surface. The stone soon heaved above his head before the demon would smash the rock over head using his hands. But instead of stone, fleshy chunks rained down upon the demons face. Blackened by magic and heavily decomposing, the demon began to feed upon his old flesh. Having summoned it using his magic Primal Abyss, the large flesh chunks that was his old form was quickly consumed in a ravenous fervor befitting a beast than a man.

His milky eyes staring blankly as they were not needed, he could not see anyways. This flesh held no soul or ki, it was no different than a stone to him. Yet as his hands patted the black sludged covered ground like a beggar seeking looking for a lost coin in a sewer, Kamae eventually accepted that no further flesh could be found... Such intoxication, to reveal in old memories of his flesh. Of his past only to watch as each flickering film was slowly cut one by one. Not completely, but the memories were slowly consumed and he was rewarded. His eyes slowly beginning to gain the usual blackness they held, the black filling in the milky white till finally the main part of the eye was reached. There golden liquid seemed to spill into the iris like a punctured egg yolk but in reverse.

Slowly light began to flood his eyes as he slowly could make out the floor. His vision clearing more and more until finally, he could see his own forearms, wrist deep in rot. Slowly rising to his feet, the demon blinked a few times to adjust. His eyes quickly scanning the room before finally settling on the tear which was now closing. His ploy had worked, but that would not work again... No now he would need to do it the old fashioned way... Shortcuts could only get him so far before he finally needed to settle for the old fashioned training session. The demon let out a deep sigh taking in the sights before finally breathing in.

As he did so, the rot in the area began to collect around his feet before flowing up his paints leg to rejoin with his flesh. The demon lowered his gaze as he swept his hair back once more, a confident smile returning to his features... To which he then began to move to the center of the room, to begin the next phase of his training.