Kamae had expected an immediate retaliation, one as fierce as he would have if someone disobeyed his orders... Kamae understood what he was doing to the fullest and the consequences revealed itself very quickly. The molten hot fire causing the demon to scream out in agony, relying as he flailed wildly. The punch that came next was just as brutal as the opening, the demon doubling over and spittle spraying from his mouth, as the metal was nearly burned into his flesh, his face disfigured beyond belief. The demon was then thrown into the air as his jaw was shattered, the demon left reeling. His brain rattling in his skull as he was completely disoriented. The sword then sliced his stomach open only for the demon to double over in agony.

His inners were not immediately spilled thanks to very quick thinking and magic. He was completely decimated already, and utterly defeated. Though he thought he was nearly her strength in hell, he was not and utterly helpless, even if he had tried to dodge. The madness that had taken Kamae probably didn't make any sense, but that was the mind of a demonic scientist. Slowly the demon rose to his feet, his body stitching itself back together as best as it could. Holding out his hand, the demon drew his spear to his side.

"Now... Now I have your attention. Good."

The demon was hunched over, black ooze pouring from his wounds just as the black magic that had come from the portals. Rot, the decay of flesh and bone. Organic matter that was long turned to just gunk. The demon was breathing hard, his face having metal chunks sticking out of it as it had rapidly cooled by his blood. Though it was slowly dissolving as all things of creation do when exposed for to long to his flesh. Soon even the metal disappeared within him, as if consumed by his skin. Though his wounds were still present, it was clear lasting scars would not be a problem for the demon.

He could only slowly regulate his breathing as he processed the pain he was in. This little monster was going to kill him if he didn't speak up. Almost immediately the demon would go to his knee, planting his spear into the ground. His eyes going straight to the floor in submission.

"Master.... I've come for training. You did not seem the type to pay any lower life form like me any mind. Yes you informed me to go to namek and grow stronger. I have failed in that regard utterly."

Kamae knew she was ready to slay him, why would she now heed his words? He supposed nothing, there may have been better ways to attract her attention, but the demon didn't know any. She had refused to speak to them their first encounter, only to dare speak to him once in the cave. How else could one gain their masters attention if one was but a fly to the face of a monster? He could only consider this the best option. 

"I could think of no other way to get you to train me than to anger you, and then allow the proceeding beating to be 'training'. All I ask is you do not remove my limbs, I could not effectively work without them."

Kamae was aware he was about to be utterly tortured, but what more could be done to him? He had lost everything now, his own freedom and his existence was held hostage. So he supposed this would suffice. The demon's mind was alight with the desire to fight, to get up and swing at her as brutally as he could. He hated this creature, despised its existence utterly. But he respected its authority. Gritting his teeth, some of the missing ones from the knee were growing back slowly, already forming in his broken maw.

His body hurt, his mind ached and he felt his vision swimming. She had done sufficient damage to him, he could feel it in his skull. Nothing permanent yet, but he suspecting this trail by fire was going to be either the end of him, or an elevation to a new plain.

Kamae was prepared for the worst, bracing to be struck when she spoke, almost flinching but he simply tensed up as he got ready to be hit. Yet the blow never came, instead the majin spoke of what he wanted... what he desired. The majin continued to speak and Kamae listened, yet his face went from passive stoic glaring to open surprise and wide eyes as Liari was finished speaking... at least until she shouted a phrase only for her power to sky rocket, the demon flung through the air before coming to rest on a rock.

His back pressed into the stone as he held his hand up to brace from the flaying winds that slapped his body with stinging whips of wind. Battered helpelessly, held firmly by the powers he could sense, the demon could only stare in utter disbelief. Kamae had lived for eons, longer than anyone else had any right too... but no one had ever even came close to Liari in all his travels. A monster with power in excess and she was putting on a show. Kamae didn't blame her, he was sure he would have done the same.

Once she was finished, she asked if he wished to learn this... To which the demon considered this a while, looking Liari up and down for tricks... For some hidden ploy in her words and yet it seemed she was genuinely offering or perhaps hope had blinded him. Hope... Hope he could actually grow stronger than he had ever imagined. His original strength had paled, no to say he had the same levels of power that Liari had EVEN in his completed state was flat wrong... Kamae couldn't best her even on his greatest of days.

Slowly the demon's eyes lowered to gaze at his hand, thinking of all the science, of all the schemes. None of them would matter in the long run against Liari, all he could do was go with the tide. Rising to his feet, Kamae looked Liari in the eyes. To admit defeat to Liari and accept her training was hard, difficult on levels Kamae had not perceived before. True he had come here for a beating, but he hadn't predicted Liari to be open to teaching him... He had believed Liari was simply a creature who told him to do things and if they were not done, punishment. But now that he had calmed down, the demon sighed before running a hand through his green thrown back hair.

"All my science, schemes and plans..."

Kamae stated, staring at the ground in utter defeat. It was heart wrenching for Kamae to say this, but in the end he accepted he could see no other way forward. He had failed to evolve, so now he sought the one person he believed could make him grow stronger.

"Mean nothing in the face of that strength... Very well. I am defeated Liari, in every regard. Teach me, and I am yours. Do this, craft me into a weapon capable of besting my enemies and ALL of my knowledge, creations of steel or bone... They will be yours. Make me powerful and I will flay the skin from your enemies so they might wail your name in ashen defeat."

Kamae went silent then, no more grand speaking. He was just a dog on a leash for a moment, he feared the wrath of Liari, despite her earlier words. Kamae was afraid of her now, how else could he explain the shaking of his hands. Subtle but there. Sweat formed along his face and brow. He stood before death absolute, even if it claimed to be friendly. Kamae's view of Liari had shifted from a majin to an being of destructive force. He could not wrap his head around her strength. He was still dizzy from his beating, stunned by her power and swaying as his adrenaline was running out.

He was in no danger of passing out or even remotely to losing his consciousness, but it was clear Liari had beat the living hell out of Kamae in that opening brutal attack. He felt his brain slowly recovering from its subsequent pin balling off his skull. She had hit him SO hard, he was surprised he hadn't died. He supposed if there was anything Kamae was good at was surviving even when he shouldn't. Still, the demon remained standing, listening passively and with stoic resolve despite his injuries. He would be fine though, he was tough as hell. One had to be durable in the chaotic empty space of the void.

The demon was taken aback by Liari's words both as this was his races and his own preferred way of speaking... He was being as informal and down to earth as he could be. He simply didn't have the desire to fight back, as it seemed like everyone viewed his way of speaking as annoying. Fair be it from Kamae of all people to judge but he simply decided silence would be his speech now. The girl went on to explain the technique and then what he should be practicing, to which he did instantly. Nothing flash as a transformation, and he silent silently while taking in the feeling.

He couldn't immediately tell what she was seeking, what feeling she was after but after a few moments of his eyes closed while trying to think how to explain his feelings.

"I feel like I want to stretch farther but cannot."

With that Kamae fell into silence, waiting for Liari to speak. Though whether she understood what he meant or not was a different meaning. He was unsure how to talk to Liari, they were polar opposites in almost every way. He supposed she would prefer his silence than to his prattling as she seemed to believe it to be, then again everyone did. From the most common brute to the highest king. His ways were dead, and he had to accept he was like an old man trying to learn how to fit into a universe he never belonged in.

Kamae listened with attention, his interest peaked at the possibility of learning this... strange ability. Kamae was a scientist, an ancient demon sure but he had never trained his physical form. Kamae use to be able to simply absorb negative energy to grow stronger, and perhaps that was why he lost. She explained the technique well enough, and Kamae could only wonder what would happen if she exploded, he doubted it would destroy her. A technique perfect for a majin it seemed, but Kamae was far less durable. 

Slowing his breathing down to a crawl, he began. Maintaining his ki was difficult to maintain due to his injuries and his inexperience with his own flesh. He doubted his master could understand, but he supposed he was grateful to be in his own flesh again. To inhabit nothing and be free is nice, but it left him feeling... vulnerable. Incredibly weakened after his battle with the cursed sword, it only left him even more unable to fight back. Yet now he was being taught a technique to help him improve his own powers.

The demon simply stood silently, his ki occasionally rising beyond but it was still a far off dream of being a master of this technique. For once Kamae was perplexed, confused perhaps would even be accurate. Not that it upset him, far from it. If anything this new technique only made the demon's broken smile spread, his enjoyment of the challenge evident with each new breakthrough. Small as they were, Kamae was doing as told, he was making sure he was being safe.

Yet such flux's in energy leave the body feeling drained. His muscles ached from his previous beating, and his attempts at this new technique only furthering the drain upon his finite stamina. Kamae ultimately nearly collapsed as his stamina about gave out, the demon falling flat upon his back before closing his eyes. His heavy pants for breath filled his ears, his beating heart and the sensation of the ground beneath his head. Slowly opening his eyes he stared up into the sky, lost in thought as he tried to recover his energy. 

His thoughts drifted to Sobi, of her wellbeing only for him to scoff at his own distractions. Kamae slowly rose up to a sitting position while he shifted his thoughts to this new technique. His hand coming up to look at it as he watched his trembling fingers. The technique was wrecking havoc on his nervous system, bloating up small portions of his flesh was causing shaking. The demon looked at Liari sidelong as he remembered she was still present. Despite his shaking legs and arms, Kamae willed himself to his feet once more. His gazed turned inwards, he could see his muscles swell as Lactic Acid was becoming ever more built up in his muscles.

Taking in a long deep breath, the demon felt his chest swell with air and then it was released. He felt the air leave him, yet he wasn't done. He had to keep trying, and persistence was his strongest trait.

Though the demon made no progress in the long term, seeing Liari approach put him on guard. Yet she seemed to be acting innocent, her hands up and approached him slowly. Normally he would have backed away, fearful of her very touch. Yet the promise of aid, her previous comments on her being approachable as a master and his fatigue all allowed him the smallest moment of hesitation. This allowed Liari not only time to grab hold of his head, not that he could stop her if he had wanted too... But this approach was successful in getting the demon to lower his guard.

He jostled as she searched his mind, scurry about but his tired state proved a lazy one. He kept his great secrets hidden, but she was not seeking his knowledge. No as the demon became distracted by the images of training, his mind focusing on them to learn all he could. Like a snake caught from behind, the control that captured his mind was met with a flailing mind. He was frantically searching for any escape, yet he could find none! Caught, captured, and helpless....

In the real world, Kamae's head pulled backwards, even pulling his hair out to escape. The fight for control was a brutal one, the demon using every trick in the book to try to escape. He even slipped into the void, his whole body sliding into a slip in the space, yet the magic simply pulled him back unconsciously. His own magic was betraying him! Kamae eventually fell onto the ground before the majin, clutching the sides of his head despite her words.

He was afraid, terrified of letting someone else control him! But the words that ended it all, and the nail in the coffin was Liari's final command to "obey". Kamae's mind sank like a boat in an ocean, lights going out as unconsciousness took him. There the demon lay upon the ground for some time, roughly a minute or so. Thankfully the demon finally would rise once more to his feet. His visage hidden behind green hair, which now housed a very large M on it. A moment later, the demon rolled his shoulders before his face became visible from a split in the waterfall that was his hair.

A smile was visible beneath the shadows, his yellow serpent eyes looking at Liari. In that moment the demon could feel his power swelling, growing and the training that Liari had given to Kamae rolling about his mind... His power doubled, and he could feel something else. Having tangled with Liari within the confines of his mind, he could feel something having snapped. The rocks about them beginning to levitate, floating about them like they had gravity of their own.

He felt...  free... He felt like a demon... No, he felt like how he was suppose to be. He felt GREAT! Lifting his hands he stared at his own palms, flexing them into fists as the maikaioken raged within him. So this was the path he was on... So be it. Turning to Liari, the demon held out his hand.




Kamae asked, his aura back to that of a true demon. He was still weak, but he was by far ready to begin learning new techniques. With a wave of his hand, his clothing shimmered only to turn into a different set, cleaner and far more comfortable to him. With this new attire, new power and his mental abilities seeming to only grow stronger, he felt confident. He didn't think he could defeat liari, but after this... liberating feeling. He would forgive her transgressions this time, as with it came immense strength.

A gentle flick of his wrist let him test his new abilities as a vast chunk of rock, the size of a multiple story building was torn from the ground. Not as a demonstration of strength but it was clear the demon was testing his new mental abilities having been unlocked. Placing both hands behind his back, the demon began to reshape the giant stone with his magic until it was a tiny block cube of iron. How did stone turn into iron? Kamae's ability to create things with magic and his new found abilities made it clear he could reshape the world about him to his will.

Once more the demon looked to his hand in curiousity. He could see his dna, his blood and bones. Nothing had changed physically... he had just been empowered and he felt mentally liberated. His concerns of mortals gone, and his love for his friends, family? It was so easy to let go now. He felt like water, able to let things he obsessed over go. No more concerned but the immediate concerns of his master.

Having tested his new mental capabilities were, he felt much more confident in his abilities. Yet he was still weak by all comparisons to Liari, he wasn't going to let that stop him from reaching for new heights. As Kamae put his mental abilities to rest, the stones about them came crashing down once more. The demon had to wonder if Liari purposely left him with his personality or if she had failed to wipe it clean... He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to that but he was both infuriated and grateful to Liari.

He felt like a bird in a nest, as comfortable as could be with the new leash. Perhaps that was simply the magic, perhaps Kamae's gratitude was amplified or perhaps it was nothing new. Regardless his mental state was that of a relaxed and very comfortable individual. Sure he had just been mind controlled but if his posture was an indication he was quite pleased with the results.

"I am very pleased with the results Liari... I've never felt so strong and my mind is free of its confines. Its quite nice."

Kamae stated, trying to not add flair to his speech. He felt so good he could jump for joy, if the demon was that sort of individual Instead he listened to anything his master had to say while he let his inner mind search the new technique he had just mastered. Maikaioken, a very powerful tool he can use later on to destroy his foes... but it needed to be nurtured. He could make it better, more powerful. He was sure Liari could feel it as well.

No matter the age, or the time, evil individuals exist, but Kamae was grateful he had been moved to this universe. Now his greatest works could begin.

Kamae listened to Liari speak of a fruit, a tree of might and how it was something Liari wanted. Though the demon had only briefly heard its name in passing, the demon had ignored it completely up to this point because of his own Akshaya Vata, the tree of spirits. Not nearly as useful to Liari or him NOW, but he always held it as a special project in his heart. Still if his master wanted it, She would have it. Yet she spoke of something far more... interesting. An accomplishment of his own efforts, he had always taken pride in his own efforts but he felt this time... It would be a lot more fun. His face twisting into a darker smile somehow despite already disturbingly smiling with joy.

"Sounds Lovely."

Kamae stated, not wanting to end every sentence with "master" as he knew she tired quickly of his old speak. Yet he felt grateful to Liari, despite his hatred for her. But That hatred only existed for Liari, an intense despising and loathing that was like an inferno in his heart. He reeeeeaaaaaalllly wanted to hurt her, but gratitude and the wiser part of not being stupid won fairly quickly. It wasn't that Kamae didn't actually want his master to succeed but it was the unbridled hate only a demon could give. If she could see in his heart, the rot that once burned within was now an inferno of malice, despair and blood lust. Yet despite all of that rolling out on the inside, what must be  a violent vortex of emotion, he simply looked happy.

A compartmentalized mind working in full unison. No fettering ties of little doubts or plans cooking in a neural network of clones... no a raw unfiltered demonic entity touched by the unmaking of the voids rawest magics. Kamae couldn't help but purr at his thoughts only to chuckle his response out after a moment.

"I am pathetically weak, I saw a glimpse of what you've fought. Right now I am a larva thrashing about trying to learn. I am growing and it feels greeeeeaaaaat."

Kamae was deeply humbled by this new series of events, and he supposed he had given up all hope of control. Instead he was embracing a more wilder mindset.In that mindset however came the most unexpected events. The demon was looking at Liari when his aura of green began to pick up in a wispy fashion once more,  almost seeming like a plant unwittingly coming back to life. The demons psychic energies began to lash out, attempting to strike anything nearby with invisible force. Rocks began to levitate once more, the area rumbling in a terrible fury at being disturbed.

Yet the demon's mind was free, unrestricted and boundlessly on track. The tidal wave of psychic energies that had been distributed returning to the demon, not in a tidal wave of power but rather a power Kamae had no idea he had possessed. Scattering ones mind across dozens of mindless husks to direct their menial tasks, relaying his desires to his workers and the vast imperial network that Kamae had been working on which burdened his everyday mind with trivial things.

Now... Now all of that mental energy was flowing back into a vessel wholly unequipped to handle it. The pure chaotic energies that kamae demonstrated in that next few passing moments could only be the result of his techniques blending perfectly together. Trees began to sprout from the ground in hell, fruits growing in abundance before they withered and died. The air itself beginning to form about Kamae in a dome, spinning at high speeds as knives and other objects seemed to form from the atoms of air, Kamae transmutting the dull broken lands of hell into nightmarish Abominations. 

None were sentient creatures, but the trees sprouted buds that were bat like creatures which flew for but a moment only to turn into liquid in the air by Kamae's will. Unmaking, and making on a level he hadn't dreamed possible. His magic seeming to only be empowered by his undivided attention, the world was but clay for him to shape... and he was the artist. Within moments Kamae had constructed marvels of the galaxy before them. Little golem men running about laughing as if they were adults given fresh life. A full demonstration was in order for himself.

He wanted.... NO NEEDED to see for himself if he was who he had always claimed himself to be. Finally for the first time the demon held up but one hand, palm faced upwards with fingers akin to them holding a bowl or cup. All of his creations, in their abundance all liquifying before coming together to form a giant ball of iron. Perfect in its spherical nature, Kamae would twist his hand around as if he was reaching deep within the core. The ball and the world about them beginning to twist, warp and groan. The shaping of so many things at once straining the universes natural ability to hold them in place. 

If Liari was watching Kamae, she would see him shimmer see through as see through, fading between this realm and the next. Not that it mattered to the demon, his mouth opening to expel his air, yet psionic forces flowed from his mouth in bright green vapors. The ball seeming to succumb to Kamae's will eventually would form ripples across its surface. From the ball formed hands, fingers and arms. Faces followed, then the body. Kamae shaping dozens of metal men at once as he created life from the inanimate, made life on the spot. Where as some artists required bodies, required tools or objects for their creations.

Kamae needed nothing but his own mind.

Contempt was written over the demons face as his creations came to fall from their metal womb before him. Once finished, the demon simply scoffed before waving his hand dismissively. As quickly as the golems had come to be, they seemed to fade to dust, turning to melted metal with no heat. After that albeit flashy showing, the demon was aware he was not finished... He could do so much more, this was just the beginning. Undivided, whole and as he turned to Liari with the malicious grin of a satisfied demon, He could not contain himself in his joy.

"I am free... Unburdened and... undivided."

Kamae still had the taint of the void within him, poison to the universe and to himself. The demon was desperately wanting to stretch his legs. More power, and all he had to do was find a seed of the tree of might.... Yes....