Oct 10, 2023 15:08:38 GMT -5
Post by Kamae on Oct 10, 2023 15:08:38 GMT -5
WC: 835
Though the demon's new found appearance and strength afforded him much and more in his journey, old habits die hard. Slinking about in the shadows, watching groups of people and simply remaining out of site despite his bolstering efforts that did not give a thought to subtlety. After all, his lab would be deep within the crust of namek, an effort to find it would need to be made. Still, as the demon left the safety of his bunker through giant metal doors in a rock face, Kamae could only suppose he did leave tiny clues if one were to look... Perhaps he should work on a teleportion system for it.
Still he was in a bit of a bind as he tried to decide how he would begin the hunt for the dragon balls... He obviously reached for his radar, but when nothing was shown... and his last attempt at flying around aimlessly didn't work... So he was forced to decide he would have to bully the local population until he gets pointed in the right direction. A smirk crossed his face as he got excited by the idea of justifying some meaningless slaughter. The demon's whole form shimmering as he phased into the void once more, his mortal frame whisked away.
Several miles away however, a local village of tiny souls. Tiny for Kamae now that he possessed the maikaioken and his new found abilities. A group of Mazoku clan going about their business, children playing despite the grim environment they found themselves in. The sound of an anvil could be heard as some craftsmen went about their business. A busy little place of mazoku who all held grim looks upon their faces. Their skin darker shades of green than their brothers with fins and horns. A clear demonic influence was present, but it wasn't Kamae... as his arrival caused everyone to stop what they were doing to see what stranger had come.
Almost immediately Kamae was set upon from all sides by warriors, each moving quickly to neutralize the threat. Fists raised, some arms outstretched to grab and others just moving in to get ready. Kamae sense of time slowed as he was already powered up, his strength enough to easily dispatch his attackers. Black razor wire sprouted from the very air between kamae and his opponents. Two of the many warriors got wrapped up into it, held suspended as the blackened torturous vines slithered up their arms and legs to bind them further.
They would suffer no lasting damage, but the scene of two of their warriors suspended next to the enemy while clearly in pain gave them momentary pause. Yet the warriors did not hesitate long, another battle cry yet this time Kamae did not attack the man, rather simply held up his palm which left a small impact wave as the namekian warrior was surprised long enough to be flung by his wrist behind Kamae. He held his ground, waiting patiently for them to attack him. The demon did not need to wait long.
Mazoku warriors began to pour from every nook and cranny the village seemed to offer. Dozens of warriors fell before Kamae, who did eventually work up a sweat though he doubted the namekians noticed. He stood amongst countless defeated and unconscious warriors, breathing heavy as he rested, having gotten his victory took it in. Yet as quickly as he wanted to relish it, a groan reminded him of where he was and why he was here.
Finding the nearest elder, the demon did not ask questions, instead he forced the elders mind to yield its answers. Tearing the old man's mind apart as he searched, but found none. He did this to every single elder in the village, even if they knew about the dragon ball. By the end of it, Kamae was laughing as if he was simply playing a game and winning. Each elders home he visited, he stripped of any useful information only to leave a shriveled up husk of a namekian in its place, the frame of the poor creature darkened by the magic used to infect its mind.
By the end of it, The villagers quaked in fear as he searched their village up and down. When nothing was immediately found, the demon searched one final house only to find a young namekian trying to shield their elder from him. Normally kamae might have left the elder go, knowing how hard it was... to be alone with a young one. But now that he bore the mark of majin, the demon's mind was unfettered by kindness, mercy and compassion... Instead the demon was more true to his nature than ever before. He was almost back to how he was when he first transformed. But as he stood over the elder, brushing the youngling aside he took what he wanted, left the broken husk and enjoyed the sound of grief as he left. A black heart walked nameks surface.
Though the demon's new found appearance and strength afforded him much and more in his journey, old habits die hard. Slinking about in the shadows, watching groups of people and simply remaining out of site despite his bolstering efforts that did not give a thought to subtlety. After all, his lab would be deep within the crust of namek, an effort to find it would need to be made. Still, as the demon left the safety of his bunker through giant metal doors in a rock face, Kamae could only suppose he did leave tiny clues if one were to look... Perhaps he should work on a teleportion system for it.
Still he was in a bit of a bind as he tried to decide how he would begin the hunt for the dragon balls... He obviously reached for his radar, but when nothing was shown... and his last attempt at flying around aimlessly didn't work... So he was forced to decide he would have to bully the local population until he gets pointed in the right direction. A smirk crossed his face as he got excited by the idea of justifying some meaningless slaughter. The demon's whole form shimmering as he phased into the void once more, his mortal frame whisked away.
Several miles away however, a local village of tiny souls. Tiny for Kamae now that he possessed the maikaioken and his new found abilities. A group of Mazoku clan going about their business, children playing despite the grim environment they found themselves in. The sound of an anvil could be heard as some craftsmen went about their business. A busy little place of mazoku who all held grim looks upon their faces. Their skin darker shades of green than their brothers with fins and horns. A clear demonic influence was present, but it wasn't Kamae... as his arrival caused everyone to stop what they were doing to see what stranger had come.
Almost immediately Kamae was set upon from all sides by warriors, each moving quickly to neutralize the threat. Fists raised, some arms outstretched to grab and others just moving in to get ready. Kamae sense of time slowed as he was already powered up, his strength enough to easily dispatch his attackers. Black razor wire sprouted from the very air between kamae and his opponents. Two of the many warriors got wrapped up into it, held suspended as the blackened torturous vines slithered up their arms and legs to bind them further.
They would suffer no lasting damage, but the scene of two of their warriors suspended next to the enemy while clearly in pain gave them momentary pause. Yet the warriors did not hesitate long, another battle cry yet this time Kamae did not attack the man, rather simply held up his palm which left a small impact wave as the namekian warrior was surprised long enough to be flung by his wrist behind Kamae. He held his ground, waiting patiently for them to attack him. The demon did not need to wait long.
Mazoku warriors began to pour from every nook and cranny the village seemed to offer. Dozens of warriors fell before Kamae, who did eventually work up a sweat though he doubted the namekians noticed. He stood amongst countless defeated and unconscious warriors, breathing heavy as he rested, having gotten his victory took it in. Yet as quickly as he wanted to relish it, a groan reminded him of where he was and why he was here.
Finding the nearest elder, the demon did not ask questions, instead he forced the elders mind to yield its answers. Tearing the old man's mind apart as he searched, but found none. He did this to every single elder in the village, even if they knew about the dragon ball. By the end of it, Kamae was laughing as if he was simply playing a game and winning. Each elders home he visited, he stripped of any useful information only to leave a shriveled up husk of a namekian in its place, the frame of the poor creature darkened by the magic used to infect its mind.
By the end of it, The villagers quaked in fear as he searched their village up and down. When nothing was immediately found, the demon searched one final house only to find a young namekian trying to shield their elder from him. Normally kamae might have left the elder go, knowing how hard it was... to be alone with a young one. But now that he bore the mark of majin, the demon's mind was unfettered by kindness, mercy and compassion... Instead the demon was more true to his nature than ever before. He was almost back to how he was when he first transformed. But as he stood over the elder, brushing the youngling aside he took what he wanted, left the broken husk and enjoyed the sound of grief as he left. A black heart walked nameks surface.
