In the dark reaches of space, far from all civilization and in the dark where no light could reach lay the space station Kamae had recently built for himself. Its surface was dark, blindingly so that any stars that were caught upon its surface disappeared into its inky depths. The stations cloaking device was working perfectly, and for the first time in a long long time... Kamae felt safe. Truly safe where he could not be found or harmed of his own making. To be in ones own personal area, to finally be able to set down roots was nice. For eons had he drifted with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company. Madness had circled in his mind for many many years.

But Kamae was a bonfire of willpower, the sheer will to survive would be hard pressed to be found. Pride, greed, gluttony, envy, all of it, a pale shadow to the single desire to live in Kamae. Never once had he felt the urge to... pass away and in this moment... staring at his own hands in the gravity room he was contemplating this point now. The idea of accepting death... of simply just fading away into the dark... Of disappearing and becoming nothing more than a shadow in the galaxies wake... He could find a good life, settle down and disappear once free of Liari. 

But then the idea struck him as the machine began to hum to life. It had all started so long ago when he had sacrificed everything, his family, his position, and his pride as a scientist. Eons and Eons ago, in a different sphere of creation ago. Oh how he had traveled, how he had seen the universes in all their glory... and in all their ceaseless struggles. In this moment, as the gravity chamber began to weight his body down. His eyes closing as he prepared to do what he had never wished to do.

He was falling to the level of a common man... He was to train his body like a mortal and grow stronger. Such a pathetic display after all this centuries of pretending to be a god. Now... Now a man who once stood as a god was subjected to anothers will, forced to watch his failure twice over, and witnessed countless civilizations fall to the ever marching titan known as time. Nothing was safe beneath its terrible trampling might, that all man should fall to his knees one day to watch all he had built in his countless generations be reduced to nothing. The PTO capital of frost a prime example as it had stood for centuries, only to fall to his master.

Such was the works of mortal kind, such was the works of men such as Kamae. To others, such a revelation might of been a humbling experience, to teach them the error of their ways. But the demon knew what he was, and who he was. What he craved beyond all things was a now revenge. He craved to bring this universe to heel for its transgressions. He hated them all equally, yet respected them all. He remembered talking to a saiyan farmer once who had simply stated he was content with his life.... Content to remain ignorant and happy. His arms were so heavy he could hardly stand.

He felt his shoulders growing heavy and his legs bent under the new weight. It was only getting started. His mind was still distracted as he thought of Derry, his only friend who he has turned his back on. He thought of the mage woman who had captured his heart for a short time, and how weak he had felt being mortal. He had tried to live as a god, and now he was just a servant of Liari. How that infuriated him, to have grown stronger because of Liari!

The demon slammed a hand to his hand, gripping it and squeezing. His skull creaking under the pressure of his own strength. His mind was ever under her grasp, easily within her reach. She knew all his secrets and while she did not always look, she could find what she sought easily enough. Such a vulnerability would not be tolerated for long... Hatred seethed in his body, his broken maw clenching tightly enough that blood formed from his gums. Black Rot leaked from his very body, dripping upon the resilient metals Kamae had made. The same he had found with an Changeling before. The same metal he had used to create many of his inventions. His eyes narrowing as an inhuman growl escaped his jaws. Crawling its way up his throat and echoing in the galaxy chamber.

The gravity chambers air was growing heavier, it was half way done. Kamae was brought to one knee, his gaze being forced lower and lower. Even now gravity brought him low... Pathetic... Disgraceful to the name Sankishin Kamae Ghoun... He was not worthy yet. He would be though, in time he would grow stronger, but for now... He was going to have to crawl like the beasts to understand where to begin. The gravity chamber was helping with that certainly and while it was not literal, Kamae felt as if he was joining the barbarian saiyans in a lower form of activity.

On his hands and knees he could barely breath. The gravity felt like it was crushing his lungs, his throat felt dry as all the liquids in his body moved to his front. His teeth were hemorrhaging rot in rivers from his mild wounds earlier. His eyes bulging as he realized just how much pressure was being applied to his unprepared body. He felt sick, his one free hand struggling to try to cover his broken maw. Was this really how it ended? With him bleeding all over the place or his organs falling through his chest?! 

Slowly, Kamae managed to get to his knees, his eyes staring at the ceiling. He knew he should turn off the controls, he might die from this. No, he was certain he was going to die from this. But frankly he was growing mad from his failures and in this moment... he felt the will to live slip away. He almost let gravity bend him in half, but some little part of him sparked up again. That tiny will to live as he thought of all his undone work. Of all the efforts, the restarts and the defeats. Would he really just let this universe recycle him into a new person so he would always be apart of this?

Kamae's eyes widened in fear as he thought of that even greater terror he had always been afraid of. Endless rebirth, uncontrolled and perpetual suffering. To live is to suffer, and this universe had made it a literal job to recycle people into an uncaring universe. The spark turning into an inferno of will once more, the demon slowly rising to one knee. To hell with their system of rebirth, and to hells with caring if his pride was broken. He felt his form altering, breaking down as he tried to stand. At first he was confused, unable to process what was happening to him. 

He didn't notice as he rose to his feet that the arm used to push from his knee shattered in three places. He didn't notice his rib cage breaking down and then his spine. Only that his vision suddenly fell backwards and his head slammed against the ground. He was looking up at his own back now, his upper half looking as if it had simply pulled itself apart falling. He felt his eyes half lid as he realized what had happened... He had just died... Well that was unfortunate. He knew it was going to happen someday but to have this happen like this... 

"Ahh... So this is how I go..."

Kamae's voice was raspy as he felt the last breath leaving his corpse. His eyes darkening as he was slowly consumed by the ever growing darkness. Unconsciousness should have followed, but instead Kamae was staring down at his own body now. His eyes seeing his now broken form laying before himself. How was this to be?! He should be dead by all accounts but... he still lived. The demon would touch his chest, or what he thought to be his chest only to realize he was simply his soul. He felt the tug of the after life, the intoxicating pull to let go. He could hear the voices of his loved ones calling.

The call of death was present... crawling through him. No he was not done yet. Kamae would lash out with his psychic energies, anchoring himself firmly in place. The Kai's would need to fight a little harder for their prize than this unforunate event. He had been without a body before, for countless thousands of years in fact after his battle with Palibor. Though the shinjin of that other universe had prevented him from getting revenge. A story for when he was not in deaths grip.

The purple energies of Kamae's psychic energy sinking into the metal which only absorbed and held fast to his powers. It was the absorbent metals used to take in energy and reflect it back with twice as much force. A mirroring effect which only occurred upon resonating within. Thankfully Kamae's energy was not much different than normal Ki and it took it in like a ravenous maw. He simply floated for a time, considering his options as he tried to fight off the deep sleep of death. It was then that the demon got a marvelous idea, as he knew he had something others did not have.

That was TWO bodies that accepted his soul. With considerable effort the demon began to harness his immense energies, and into a growing storm about his black soul. The green veins remnants of his battle with Palibor, ever etched into his soul. The swirling purple energy about him soon seeming to rip and tear at the very edges of its reach the fabric of the galaxy. He was not strong enough yet... He needed more power. More! Calling upon all of his willpower he brought it forth.

The makaiokin, something he had only ever used outside of combat and in very easy to control situations. He was thankful yet again to Liari for this gift, it was about to save his life. If he had a mouth to roar, he would have. But unfortunately he was but a soul with a smile to die for, and right now his powers were at their highest they had ever been. The fabric of reality, of this little sphere of creation soon spitting open to let the true body of Kamae in.

It was large, at least at first until it came into contact with the edges of the sphere. Its Bone like hand reaching through the boundary and it parted like water. Kamae's soul was surrounded on all sides by a black veil, almost see through but it was clearly wrong. The true hand of Kamae soon emerged, its ashen skin touching the soul that had once inhabited it. Slowly the two rejoined, body and flesh made whole once more. The chaotic energies of Kamae still raging as his brand new form felt the air on it for the first time in ages. He felt the power of his new form, of his body and he looked down at his hand. 

His blind form saw better than ever, and his body felt like it fit perfectly. This was Kamae's peak, with Liari's mark, A new found desire to train, and a body capable of handling it... The demon snarled his approval. Of course a sub par body would lead to him being subjugated and failure. The blind gaze of Kamae turned to the room, yet he could see just fine. His magic was something even he was beginning to worry about. He had the Akshaya vata prototype cooking away, his new form was capable of handling gravity... Maybe a demonstration was in order for himself.

The ashen demon snapping his fingers as the rift about him closed. The room falling silent once more while the demon landed and paced the center of the room. He had bought this a while back and never tested it. Now was the time if ever there was one. Slowly the demon began to open a small compartment in the middle of the room. Inside was a remote, and upon pressing it a single entity entered the room. It was a robot, clearly not anything living. Yet as it entered and the demon chuckled his amusement at what he was about to do.

"Phasis, I want you to scan my memories of my past self... I want you to bring Sankishin here to fight."

The demon did not smile, nor did he show any hint of emotion as the robot before him was suddenly engulfed in black flames, and the green lightning emitting from it spoke volumes of its strength. Yet Kamae was not satisfied with this. Slowly the demon could tell his opponent was subpar, a handicap of technology it seemed. It could not achieve his actual full strength of the past... No matter to him, he would simply also handcuff himself.

The demon strode to the side of the room as the robot took on its new form. With a resounding click, the demon felt his bracers secure. His power restricted as it also began to weigh his body down. So confident now in his new form that he was going to limit his strength. The manically laughter signaled the return of Sankishin. Seeing as how Kamae had lost that title, he figured he would pass it on now. His new opponent soon revealed itself as the three headed demon he had taken. The muscular frame twitching before drawing in a deep breath.

"Ahhhh... Freedom..."

The fake Sankishin turned to Kamae, its green eyes narrowing in consideration before chuckling mockingly.

"This is strange, to see my future and know I am but a machine. A cruel joke to myself, but I see I no longer care. So be it, let us tear each other apart."

With a flex of its arms the air in the arena seemed to vibrate, the power of Fake sankishin hanging heavy. They were almost even but Kamae held the advantage naturally. The two stood at a stand still, staring each other down before in the blink of an eye they clashed in the middle. Fist in hand for each while holding each other at bay. They pitted their strength, seeing who was stronger. Kamae proved its superior before kicking it in the stomach. The robot slamming into the wall only to rush forwards. Its large frame digging up the metal like a bulldozer in the form of an angry demon. Its aura a bullet train as it slammed into Kamae, the two smashing into the other side of the arena. Fake sankishin quickly laying on the blows.

His unrelenting style a stark contrast to his now reserved and spellcaster style. But he was not done. Chains erupted from the ground to catch the robots punches, and the air sprouted them as well to secure his body. The large bulky demon standing before Kamae struggling, but was soon struck by a powerful blast to the chest, sending the robot flying. The two's exchange was a display of black magic and hell fire, two demons who knew each other like the back of their own hands. It was a grueling battle, one that brought Kamae to his knees on numerous occasions and the robot was not going untouched. 

The two were relentless in their assaults, Kamae was the spell caster of Sankishin. His first incarnation nothing but a machine of rage and anger where now he was a calm and calculating machine of thought. As time passed, Kamae was proving himself capable of winning. His opponent being pushed further and further back until Kamae stood with his blade to his past self's throat. The two staring each other down.

"So this is what I become, rrragh... I cannot say I approve."

The fake stated, and a heavy silence fell on the pair only for Kamae to slide Fake Sankishin's throat. The robot falling over in defeat with its neck joints damaged. 

"I didn't ask..."

Kamae retorted to no one in particular. He was left alone with those final words, his sightless gaze cast into the distance. He felt sick... but he wasn't about to let his own fake disturb him. With not another word, the gravity chamber was turned off and the demon felt the air release its tension. He felt lighter within moments and rolled his shoulders.  He was growing stronger each passing moment. He just needed to keep pushing.