Jul 30, 2022 14:34:20 GMT -5
Post by Calot on Jul 30, 2022 14:34:20 GMT -5
In the haze of hurt left by the beating the young man had withstood from a certain Majin menace, Calot found himself within his hut drifting in and out of the realm of consciousness on a daily basis, even with the help offered, and somewhat forced onto him, by Ayu's kind disposition. Beads of sweat rolled down his face in droves as he shifted and turned in his makeshift flora bedding, having been made by the aforementioned girl of the greenery in order to have an easier time treating the excess of injuries he had sustained. Now the worst of it had only just begun, as despite said injuries having been treated with the utmost care and ability by someone quite experienced, the healing process was, at times, the most difficult to go through.
For days, the normally frigid faced warrior's expression was racked by pain, the physical strain his body was forced to undergo in order to heal making both Demon and Saiyan blood boil within his very veins. There were often times where he thought falling over and dying in the forest where he stood after the competitive conflict would have been preferable to the present that he now was forced to endure. Though, it wouldn't have been the first time he would have liked to not have come out of a high stakes struggle still standing.
In his state, falling into the dark depths of unconsciousness was not an uncommon thing, and today happened to be a day that it's grip upon his mind was especially tight, as he lasted no longer than a few minutes after having woken up before falling back into the embrace of his comatose state, his unconsciousness dragging him to a place that he never wished to return to..
...The home of his birth.
Finally, upon the third call, a young Calot burst forth from his lovingly warm throw-overs, hair a flurried mess as he stared enragedly at the source of the voice beckoning for his attention.
"Insane buffoon- WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
"Breakfast is ready!"
An aggravated sigh came from the older brother's lips as his younger brother laughed mischievously, hopping off of his siblings' bed and running out of the room, mission having been completed. Remaining where he laid, the still somewhat sleepy young boy rubbed his eyes, trying to shake himself fully awake. The bright Vegeta sun streaming in glorious rays right into his room, casting a comfortingly warm glow upon his face. It was a day just like every other for the Tirisfel household, and the young boy, after a few more moments of quiet contemplation, finally forced himself out of bed (out of fear his brother's PSA was for nothing but to get himself a chance to start eating before his brother).
Once dressed and all freshened up, using mostly magic to help with most of his morning ritual, Calot made sure to grab off his bedside table his most prized possession, besides his father's blade of course, the item in question being the poetry book his mother had gifted to him many years before. The boys' mother and father back in those days used to travel from there and back with great frequency, considering the less than acceptable environment that remained for them here most of the time, and considering the seeds of Calot's anti-social persona were sowed very early on, his mother decided to at least give him something that would comfort him whilst in his solitude.
And indeed, the collections of poetry did so, and Calot never failed to go anywhere without it. From it bore a great love of both his mother and of literature itself, though it did not do much in helping him to be more sociable. Then again, why would he ever need to be? There wasn't anyone outside of his family anyways that he appreciated the company of anyways.
Well, there was one, but, she was different.
Very, very different.
...Attempting to now brush aside the flustered feelings that came when even just thinking of that special individual, Calot refocused on what was most important at the moment- and that was preventing his younger brother from hogging the multitude of the breakfast in his gaping, greedy maw. Throwing on himself his classic blue overcoat, created especially by his father (and magically made to grow with him as he himself grew in age and physicality), Calot practically slid down the hallway and flew with a furious ferocity down the staircase, turning the corner on the balls of his heels and practically launching himself into the kitchen using the momentum underneath him.
There he caught the sight of his mother, dressed in a comedic combination of a chef's apron and her military grade Saiyan armor, currently humming a tune to herself as she cleaned the dishes remaining from all the cooking she had done, alongside the sight of his little brother at the kitchen table, presently shoveling mountains upon mountains of home-made food into his happy looking face.
"Daaaaaande!"
The younger brother stared upwards from his pile of succulent slop, a nervous grin upon his face as he gestured toward the remaining plates, nearly more than half of the food total gone in the ten or so minutes Calot had spent getting ready. Needless to say, the older sibling was not amused- though, out of respect for his mother, Calot stayed silent and reserved, sitting down across from his brother and grabbing himself an admittedly much smaller portion size than what his brother had come to consume. It was a running joke that Dande inherited the stomach of his mother, and Calot his father's own appetite, but they still were both part Saiyan after all.
Which meant that family breakfasts were often grand spectacles of feasts, where all four family members sat and ate together in familial bliss. However, there was something, off, about this particular day.
Looking around, Calot could find no sign of his father, and looking toward his mother, Lottus, he questioned her immediately, asking, "Mother, shouldn't we wait for father before we start to eat?"
The content looking matriarch glanced back at her son for a moment before returning her eyes' focus on the dishes at hand, saying in a gentle, reassuring voice normally uncharacteristic for a female of the proud warrior race, "Don't worry, Calot dear, dad's out running errands at the moment. He shouldn't be long, but, he did say that it was alright for the two of you to eat if he took a little longer than he thought."
With a bit of a smirk, Lottus then quickly added as she gestured toward the younger sibling with a short jerking of her elbow, saying in a cheeky voice, "That was more for your younger brother than for you, though. He knows you would've waited the whole morning to eat with him."
The younger Tirisfel sibling then started to try and sheepishly make his case, but Calot paid no mind to his senseless drivel. His father, Anaheim, meant the world to him, and to hear him even indirectly appreciate his own disciplined nature was something that made his insides boil with gratitude. With that, any remaining guilt was done away with, and Calot went on to finish his meal without a hint of worry in the world alongside his brother and mother (who joined the two once the clean up part of the whole deal was all said and done).
After that, Calot decided to go about his daily routine, and following helping his mother clean up after the threes' breakfast, he went outside of the family manor to embrace the greenery of the backyard in its entirety, poetry book safely in hand as he went outside and enjoyed the near midday air.
Being of royal blood, some things never ceased to change, and one of things just so happened to be Anaheim's sense of style and grandiose bias. While not one to be overly extravagant, the heir to the throne of Tirisfel refused to allow his family to settle on anything that wasn't worthy of the love and care that they gifted him on a daily basis, and so he himself went about creating (with the help of his magical manipulation of course) a manor befitting that of a family of their stature. He ensured that they not only had a healthy bit of privacy within their living space, in order to avoid the judgmental attitudes of their less than accepting Saiyan neighbors, as well as to ensure social interaction with the rest of the world was kept to a minimum in general. With the little contact they had with the outside world being whenever they needed to restock on whatever foods and goods they may need.
Such a homestead meant ample property to put aside for non-house related space as well though, and Calot, along with Dande at times, took great advantage of this- with Calot spending most of his days, outside of training with his father or spending time with his mother, reading out in the back of the family home, the cacophony of the natural world being his backdrop as he allowed himself to become lost and enamored with his mother's poetry book.
Today was meant to be more of the same, routine being very important to the young man as a whole. However, it appeared his younger brother had other plans, as just as Calot got comfortable upon a nearby tree branch atop one of the taller oaks within the backyard, Dande found himself standing at the base of it, staring up into it's branches as he called out to his older brother.
"Callllooottttt, cmooonnnn, let's play!"
"Not now, Dande. Don't be a bother."
Pouting, determined to sate his incessant search for fun, Dande began to shake at the trunk of the tree itself, causing many a yelp to resound from his elder sibling up above.
"Cmon big brother, you can't stay away from me alll day you know!"
Angrily (and worriedly) clutching the branch that he found himself upon, seeing as his flying skills weren't at all up to scratch just yet, Calot glared down below at his unbelievably irritating younger sibling, shouting back at him whilst waving his poetry book in clear anger,
"You are well aware I do not plan on spending the entirety of my time doing my best impression of a monkey, Dande- so why are you being so bothersome today?!"
"Dad isn't here to help me train, and mom is doing boring stuff, like laundry and gardening, so I only have you to lean back on!"
"Why don't you go and help mother then? Make yourself actually useful for once?"
"That's funny, coming from the dummy who only sits around and reads that stupid book all day!"
An unspoken line having been obviously crossed, Calot instantaneously dropped from the entire height of the tree and down to where Dande now stood, with the older sibling taking him by the collar roughly- raising him slightly off the ground as he stared down at him with a look of utter disdain upon his face as he spoke in a dangerously calm voice, "You know all too well mother gave this to me a long, long, time ago. Insult her gift to me one more time and I will make sure you won't forget it."
Gulping nervously, Dande nodded, with Calot sighing and placing him back down upon the ground as he did. As much as he annoyed him, as every older sibling secretly felt in unison, Calot still loved his younger brother with all of his being. And while he didn't often show it, he was sure his sibling felt the same as well- after all, he wouldn't have been so persistent in spending some time together with him if he didn't.
Still, there were, admittedly, better ways of going about it than how he currently did. So, in order to avoid any further distractions, Calot decided a change of scenery was necessary.
Leaving Dande to his own devices, and after saying a short goodbye to his mother (insisting that the moment his father came home that he'd be told immediately), Calot decided to make his way to a close second favorite hideaway of his that he went to whenever home was less than suitable for his solitary needs- and that happened to be that of the nearby rocky wastelands that bordered the forested area that Anaheim had built the family manor within for privacy. This was not by chance, nor by accident- normally, Anaheim would bring the boys to the wastelands for when their training got a bit more serious, in order to avoid any damage to the home itself (and to themselves, seeing as Hell hath no fury like a Saiyan woman scorned), but for Calot, it was so much more than just another training area.
Breathing in the fresh wasteland air, Calot walked amongst the rocky terrain with a serene expression upon his face, book in hand as he looked for a particularly aesthetically pleasing set of rocks for him to sit upon for potentially the next few hours. It didn't take too long, and eventually he came across a particularly nice set of geographically pleasing geodes for him to park himself upon.
Leaning against the cool, smooth, surface, Calot opened his poetry book once more, pleased to finally have some time for himself to do as he pleased before he would need to either train with his father, continue doing chores with his mother, or deal with his little brother's irritating persistency. He loved his family, there could be no doubt- but there were times when space was needed. Especially when his brother was involved.
"Why must he be so persistent? It's not as though we lack in time together anyways. Perhaps one day he'll learn to appreciate some alone time.."
Eventually, time became nothing but a word, and eventually, hours would come flying by as he became more and more soaked into his momentary escape from reality. At least, that was until something, quite literally, came to shake him to his core.
Noticing a slight, subtle shaking upon the pages of his poetry book, the ground beneath him then nearly gave way, the world around him vibrating violently, as though an earthquake was currently coming upon the area. It wasn't necessarily rare, as sometimes even mere one off battles between above average Saiyan warriors managed to shake any areas unfortunate enough to be nearby, but something about this was exceedingly worrying, for the singular fact that the source of this particular seismic shock felt all too close to home.
And to his horror, there was a reason for this. Eyes finally leaving the comfort of his pages of poetry, his gaze flew back toward the direction of his home, tears filling his vision as a large, black pillar of smoke rose from the family manor in the distance.
"This...cannot be- who would dare do something like this-?!"
Rising to his feet, Calot staggered toward the direction that he had come from, fear gripping his heart as he forced his legs forward, only to soon stop in his tracks as he could feel as though a dozen eyes were then plastered upon his person. Shivering, he looked around, gripping his mother's book close to his chest as his eyes searched through his surroundings with a critical gaze.
Then, from within the shadows shown by the evening sun behind the many rocks and boulders aruond him, he could discern slight movement. Movement that grew from slight to undeniable, as from the murky depths rose monstrously inhuman figures, with inherently malignant energy radiating from their sheer presence. From warning stories told by both mother and father, Calot knew what these things were- demons, and of the more bestial variety.
But, why? Why were they here, of all places? His father had told him that they were permanently located in the Demon realm, and without a means by which to traverse the space between the living world and the dead, chances of them appearing were next to none!
No matter what the reasoning, they were here now, and they had managed to track down and single out not only second youngest of the entire Tirisfel family, but also, at this very moment, the weakest.
"G-get back...Do you know who you're dealing with...?!"
Seemingly being the less than intelligent types, the demons soon began to converge upon the young boy, uncaring of the fact that he was of noble descent.
"No...I have no time to waste with the likes of you!"
His shouts of protest were left on deaf ears, as there was no moral appeal to make with Devils that lacked such a compass to follow. Wasting no further time playing with their prey, the demonic entities then pounced upon the eldest Tirisfel sibling, claws and sharpened teeth ripping easily into the young boy's flesh as they mercilessly tore into him. Being a competent, though not spectacular warrior, Calot was able to ride out the brunt of their assault, though not without a great deal of injury being sustained- with every exposed part of his body being punished for being left open to the elements. Talons and teeth shredding through a majority of his clothing, the young boy raised both arms above his face in order to avoid any facial damage as he was ping ponged around like a balloon from beast to beast.
No matter what maneuver, or defensive action taken, it was still like sailing in a dingy in the midst of a massive hurricane- and the boy was battered and beaten with merciless abandon by the frenzied forces from the underworld. His cries filling the normally empty wasteland air with every new cut and wound worn upon his person.
"P-Please, stop! I-it...it hurts..! Someone, help me, someone!"
A son born of the union of the two most danger capable races of the universe he may be, but Calot lacked the experience, and the drive to wield his potential with any potency. While he did put effort toward training with both father and brother, he lacked the competitive fire of the latter, or the hardened resolve of the former, that would help at all with encouraging him to take it more seriously.
And now he reaped what he sowed. Jaws and claws stabbing into every bit of him as he barely managed to struggle away from their fatal embrace with what little combative expertise he had, the demons essentially allowing him to crawl desperately away, a sadistic glint within each of their primal gazes as he continued to beg for some saving grace.
"M-mother.."
Reaching outwards, vision blurring as he did, blood pooled around him at a frightening rate as the demons circled around him for the final blow.
"Dande.."
His eyes began to dim further, the loss of blood making him increasingly delirious, unconsciousness threatening to take him in its full embrace.
"F-father..!"
However, just as one of the demons pounced forward to force its nails into his bloodied back, the boy's aura exploded forth around him like a frenzied flame- forcing the beasts backwards for a moment as the boy continued to cry out in frightened, straining pleas.
"Power...I, need, power!"
With his final cry, Calot let loose a thunderous shout from deep within his very soul, lightning crashing around him as his demonic side answered his very prayers- a malefic, dark blue aura engulfing him in his entirety as he slowly stepped to his feet- a savage scowl upon his face as he regained some semblance of his bearings.
"...No, there's no one- I can't seek anyone for help.."
Staggering toward the first demon in his line of sight, his aura only continued to grow in intensity, sky darkening above the scene unfolding as Calot forced his body to move.
"...Even so, I have to make it through somehow...Mother and Dande are still at home...!"
With his composure safely regained, Calot burst forward at a frighteningly fast velocity, at a pace at which was not thought at all possible for a boy of his age, blitzing through one of the many malicious malignants that stood in his way. Bits and pieces that remained of his blown up corpse floating through the air like some sort of morbid form of party confetti.
"..Fine. I'll do it myself. Alone."
The young man's conviction having been confirmed, Calot then began to fight through what felt like hordes of demons that stood in his path back toward home. With his newfound demonic power, however, they fell with relative ease to the young boy's frightful strength. It rarely ever took more than one punch or kick to render whatever was put in front of him to bloodied dust. Subtle grunts of effort being all that came from the youth's mouth as he stayed the course, beating a trail of red into the rocky wastes around him.
Raising his fist as the number of demons in pursuit of more of his blood began to deplete significantly, Calot decided that enough was enough, and that it was time to end this droll charade as he shouted out to the remaining opposition,
"YOU SHALL DIE!"
For days, the normally frigid faced warrior's expression was racked by pain, the physical strain his body was forced to undergo in order to heal making both Demon and Saiyan blood boil within his very veins. There were often times where he thought falling over and dying in the forest where he stood after the competitive conflict would have been preferable to the present that he now was forced to endure. Though, it wouldn't have been the first time he would have liked to not have come out of a high stakes struggle still standing.
In his state, falling into the dark depths of unconsciousness was not an uncommon thing, and today happened to be a day that it's grip upon his mind was especially tight, as he lasted no longer than a few minutes after having woken up before falling back into the embrace of his comatose state, his unconsciousness dragging him to a place that he never wished to return to..
...The home of his birth.
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"Calot."
An uninterested groan addressed the incessant call.
"Calot."
Another groan, this time accompanied by a weak wave of an adolescent hand from underneath a bed sheet.
"CALOT!"
"Calot."
An uninterested groan addressed the incessant call.
"Calot."
Another groan, this time accompanied by a weak wave of an adolescent hand from underneath a bed sheet.
"CALOT!"
Finally, upon the third call, a young Calot burst forth from his lovingly warm throw-overs, hair a flurried mess as he stared enragedly at the source of the voice beckoning for his attention.
"Insane buffoon- WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"
"Breakfast is ready!"
An aggravated sigh came from the older brother's lips as his younger brother laughed mischievously, hopping off of his siblings' bed and running out of the room, mission having been completed. Remaining where he laid, the still somewhat sleepy young boy rubbed his eyes, trying to shake himself fully awake. The bright Vegeta sun streaming in glorious rays right into his room, casting a comfortingly warm glow upon his face. It was a day just like every other for the Tirisfel household, and the young boy, after a few more moments of quiet contemplation, finally forced himself out of bed (out of fear his brother's PSA was for nothing but to get himself a chance to start eating before his brother).
Once dressed and all freshened up, using mostly magic to help with most of his morning ritual, Calot made sure to grab off his bedside table his most prized possession, besides his father's blade of course, the item in question being the poetry book his mother had gifted to him many years before. The boys' mother and father back in those days used to travel from there and back with great frequency, considering the less than acceptable environment that remained for them here most of the time, and considering the seeds of Calot's anti-social persona were sowed very early on, his mother decided to at least give him something that would comfort him whilst in his solitude.
And indeed, the collections of poetry did so, and Calot never failed to go anywhere without it. From it bore a great love of both his mother and of literature itself, though it did not do much in helping him to be more sociable. Then again, why would he ever need to be? There wasn't anyone outside of his family anyways that he appreciated the company of anyways.
Well, there was one, but, she was different.
Very, very different.
...Attempting to now brush aside the flustered feelings that came when even just thinking of that special individual, Calot refocused on what was most important at the moment- and that was preventing his younger brother from hogging the multitude of the breakfast in his gaping, greedy maw. Throwing on himself his classic blue overcoat, created especially by his father (and magically made to grow with him as he himself grew in age and physicality), Calot practically slid down the hallway and flew with a furious ferocity down the staircase, turning the corner on the balls of his heels and practically launching himself into the kitchen using the momentum underneath him.
There he caught the sight of his mother, dressed in a comedic combination of a chef's apron and her military grade Saiyan armor, currently humming a tune to herself as she cleaned the dishes remaining from all the cooking she had done, alongside the sight of his little brother at the kitchen table, presently shoveling mountains upon mountains of home-made food into his happy looking face.
"Daaaaaande!"
The younger brother stared upwards from his pile of succulent slop, a nervous grin upon his face as he gestured toward the remaining plates, nearly more than half of the food total gone in the ten or so minutes Calot had spent getting ready. Needless to say, the older sibling was not amused- though, out of respect for his mother, Calot stayed silent and reserved, sitting down across from his brother and grabbing himself an admittedly much smaller portion size than what his brother had come to consume. It was a running joke that Dande inherited the stomach of his mother, and Calot his father's own appetite, but they still were both part Saiyan after all.
Which meant that family breakfasts were often grand spectacles of feasts, where all four family members sat and ate together in familial bliss. However, there was something, off, about this particular day.
Looking around, Calot could find no sign of his father, and looking toward his mother, Lottus, he questioned her immediately, asking, "Mother, shouldn't we wait for father before we start to eat?"
The content looking matriarch glanced back at her son for a moment before returning her eyes' focus on the dishes at hand, saying in a gentle, reassuring voice normally uncharacteristic for a female of the proud warrior race, "Don't worry, Calot dear, dad's out running errands at the moment. He shouldn't be long, but, he did say that it was alright for the two of you to eat if he took a little longer than he thought."
With a bit of a smirk, Lottus then quickly added as she gestured toward the younger sibling with a short jerking of her elbow, saying in a cheeky voice, "That was more for your younger brother than for you, though. He knows you would've waited the whole morning to eat with him."
The younger Tirisfel sibling then started to try and sheepishly make his case, but Calot paid no mind to his senseless drivel. His father, Anaheim, meant the world to him, and to hear him even indirectly appreciate his own disciplined nature was something that made his insides boil with gratitude. With that, any remaining guilt was done away with, and Calot went on to finish his meal without a hint of worry in the world alongside his brother and mother (who joined the two once the clean up part of the whole deal was all said and done).
After that, Calot decided to go about his daily routine, and following helping his mother clean up after the threes' breakfast, he went outside of the family manor to embrace the greenery of the backyard in its entirety, poetry book safely in hand as he went outside and enjoyed the near midday air.
Being of royal blood, some things never ceased to change, and one of things just so happened to be Anaheim's sense of style and grandiose bias. While not one to be overly extravagant, the heir to the throne of Tirisfel refused to allow his family to settle on anything that wasn't worthy of the love and care that they gifted him on a daily basis, and so he himself went about creating (with the help of his magical manipulation of course) a manor befitting that of a family of their stature. He ensured that they not only had a healthy bit of privacy within their living space, in order to avoid the judgmental attitudes of their less than accepting Saiyan neighbors, as well as to ensure social interaction with the rest of the world was kept to a minimum in general. With the little contact they had with the outside world being whenever they needed to restock on whatever foods and goods they may need.
Such a homestead meant ample property to put aside for non-house related space as well though, and Calot, along with Dande at times, took great advantage of this- with Calot spending most of his days, outside of training with his father or spending time with his mother, reading out in the back of the family home, the cacophony of the natural world being his backdrop as he allowed himself to become lost and enamored with his mother's poetry book.
Today was meant to be more of the same, routine being very important to the young man as a whole. However, it appeared his younger brother had other plans, as just as Calot got comfortable upon a nearby tree branch atop one of the taller oaks within the backyard, Dande found himself standing at the base of it, staring up into it's branches as he called out to his older brother.
"Callllooottttt, cmooonnnn, let's play!"
"Not now, Dande. Don't be a bother."
Pouting, determined to sate his incessant search for fun, Dande began to shake at the trunk of the tree itself, causing many a yelp to resound from his elder sibling up above.
"Cmon big brother, you can't stay away from me alll day you know!"
Angrily (and worriedly) clutching the branch that he found himself upon, seeing as his flying skills weren't at all up to scratch just yet, Calot glared down below at his unbelievably irritating younger sibling, shouting back at him whilst waving his poetry book in clear anger,
"You are well aware I do not plan on spending the entirety of my time doing my best impression of a monkey, Dande- so why are you being so bothersome today?!"
"Dad isn't here to help me train, and mom is doing boring stuff, like laundry and gardening, so I only have you to lean back on!"
"Why don't you go and help mother then? Make yourself actually useful for once?"
"That's funny, coming from the dummy who only sits around and reads that stupid book all day!"
An unspoken line having been obviously crossed, Calot instantaneously dropped from the entire height of the tree and down to where Dande now stood, with the older sibling taking him by the collar roughly- raising him slightly off the ground as he stared down at him with a look of utter disdain upon his face as he spoke in a dangerously calm voice, "You know all too well mother gave this to me a long, long, time ago. Insult her gift to me one more time and I will make sure you won't forget it."
Gulping nervously, Dande nodded, with Calot sighing and placing him back down upon the ground as he did. As much as he annoyed him, as every older sibling secretly felt in unison, Calot still loved his younger brother with all of his being. And while he didn't often show it, he was sure his sibling felt the same as well- after all, he wouldn't have been so persistent in spending some time together with him if he didn't.
Still, there were, admittedly, better ways of going about it than how he currently did. So, in order to avoid any further distractions, Calot decided a change of scenery was necessary.
Leaving Dande to his own devices, and after saying a short goodbye to his mother (insisting that the moment his father came home that he'd be told immediately), Calot decided to make his way to a close second favorite hideaway of his that he went to whenever home was less than suitable for his solitary needs- and that happened to be that of the nearby rocky wastelands that bordered the forested area that Anaheim had built the family manor within for privacy. This was not by chance, nor by accident- normally, Anaheim would bring the boys to the wastelands for when their training got a bit more serious, in order to avoid any damage to the home itself (and to themselves, seeing as Hell hath no fury like a Saiyan woman scorned), but for Calot, it was so much more than just another training area.
Breathing in the fresh wasteland air, Calot walked amongst the rocky terrain with a serene expression upon his face, book in hand as he looked for a particularly aesthetically pleasing set of rocks for him to sit upon for potentially the next few hours. It didn't take too long, and eventually he came across a particularly nice set of geographically pleasing geodes for him to park himself upon.
Leaning against the cool, smooth, surface, Calot opened his poetry book once more, pleased to finally have some time for himself to do as he pleased before he would need to either train with his father, continue doing chores with his mother, or deal with his little brother's irritating persistency. He loved his family, there could be no doubt- but there were times when space was needed. Especially when his brother was involved.
"Why must he be so persistent? It's not as though we lack in time together anyways. Perhaps one day he'll learn to appreciate some alone time.."
Eventually, time became nothing but a word, and eventually, hours would come flying by as he became more and more soaked into his momentary escape from reality. At least, that was until something, quite literally, came to shake him to his core.
Noticing a slight, subtle shaking upon the pages of his poetry book, the ground beneath him then nearly gave way, the world around him vibrating violently, as though an earthquake was currently coming upon the area. It wasn't necessarily rare, as sometimes even mere one off battles between above average Saiyan warriors managed to shake any areas unfortunate enough to be nearby, but something about this was exceedingly worrying, for the singular fact that the source of this particular seismic shock felt all too close to home.
And to his horror, there was a reason for this. Eyes finally leaving the comfort of his pages of poetry, his gaze flew back toward the direction of his home, tears filling his vision as a large, black pillar of smoke rose from the family manor in the distance.
"This...cannot be- who would dare do something like this-?!"
Rising to his feet, Calot staggered toward the direction that he had come from, fear gripping his heart as he forced his legs forward, only to soon stop in his tracks as he could feel as though a dozen eyes were then plastered upon his person. Shivering, he looked around, gripping his mother's book close to his chest as his eyes searched through his surroundings with a critical gaze.
Then, from within the shadows shown by the evening sun behind the many rocks and boulders aruond him, he could discern slight movement. Movement that grew from slight to undeniable, as from the murky depths rose monstrously inhuman figures, with inherently malignant energy radiating from their sheer presence. From warning stories told by both mother and father, Calot knew what these things were- demons, and of the more bestial variety.
But, why? Why were they here, of all places? His father had told him that they were permanently located in the Demon realm, and without a means by which to traverse the space between the living world and the dead, chances of them appearing were next to none!
No matter what the reasoning, they were here now, and they had managed to track down and single out not only second youngest of the entire Tirisfel family, but also, at this very moment, the weakest.
"G-get back...Do you know who you're dealing with...?!"
Seemingly being the less than intelligent types, the demons soon began to converge upon the young boy, uncaring of the fact that he was of noble descent.
"No...I have no time to waste with the likes of you!"
His shouts of protest were left on deaf ears, as there was no moral appeal to make with Devils that lacked such a compass to follow. Wasting no further time playing with their prey, the demonic entities then pounced upon the eldest Tirisfel sibling, claws and sharpened teeth ripping easily into the young boy's flesh as they mercilessly tore into him. Being a competent, though not spectacular warrior, Calot was able to ride out the brunt of their assault, though not without a great deal of injury being sustained- with every exposed part of his body being punished for being left open to the elements. Talons and teeth shredding through a majority of his clothing, the young boy raised both arms above his face in order to avoid any facial damage as he was ping ponged around like a balloon from beast to beast.
No matter what maneuver, or defensive action taken, it was still like sailing in a dingy in the midst of a massive hurricane- and the boy was battered and beaten with merciless abandon by the frenzied forces from the underworld. His cries filling the normally empty wasteland air with every new cut and wound worn upon his person.
"P-Please, stop! I-it...it hurts..! Someone, help me, someone!"
A son born of the union of the two most danger capable races of the universe he may be, but Calot lacked the experience, and the drive to wield his potential with any potency. While he did put effort toward training with both father and brother, he lacked the competitive fire of the latter, or the hardened resolve of the former, that would help at all with encouraging him to take it more seriously.
And now he reaped what he sowed. Jaws and claws stabbing into every bit of him as he barely managed to struggle away from their fatal embrace with what little combative expertise he had, the demons essentially allowing him to crawl desperately away, a sadistic glint within each of their primal gazes as he continued to beg for some saving grace.
"M-mother.."
Reaching outwards, vision blurring as he did, blood pooled around him at a frightening rate as the demons circled around him for the final blow.
"Dande.."
His eyes began to dim further, the loss of blood making him increasingly delirious, unconsciousness threatening to take him in its full embrace.
"F-father..!"
However, just as one of the demons pounced forward to force its nails into his bloodied back, the boy's aura exploded forth around him like a frenzied flame- forcing the beasts backwards for a moment as the boy continued to cry out in frightened, straining pleas.
"Power...I, need, power!"
With his final cry, Calot let loose a thunderous shout from deep within his very soul, lightning crashing around him as his demonic side answered his very prayers- a malefic, dark blue aura engulfing him in his entirety as he slowly stepped to his feet- a savage scowl upon his face as he regained some semblance of his bearings.
"...No, there's no one- I can't seek anyone for help.."
Staggering toward the first demon in his line of sight, his aura only continued to grow in intensity, sky darkening above the scene unfolding as Calot forced his body to move.
"...Even so, I have to make it through somehow...Mother and Dande are still at home...!"
With his composure safely regained, Calot burst forward at a frighteningly fast velocity, at a pace at which was not thought at all possible for a boy of his age, blitzing through one of the many malicious malignants that stood in his way. Bits and pieces that remained of his blown up corpse floating through the air like some sort of morbid form of party confetti.
"..Fine. I'll do it myself. Alone."
The young man's conviction having been confirmed, Calot then began to fight through what felt like hordes of demons that stood in his path back toward home. With his newfound demonic power, however, they fell with relative ease to the young boy's frightful strength. It rarely ever took more than one punch or kick to render whatever was put in front of him to bloodied dust. Subtle grunts of effort being all that came from the youth's mouth as he stayed the course, beating a trail of red into the rocky wastes around him.
Raising his fist as the number of demons in pursuit of more of his blood began to deplete significantly, Calot decided that enough was enough, and that it was time to end this droll charade as he shouted out to the remaining opposition,
"YOU SHALL DIE!"
With assured destruction being now promised, Calot wasted no time in keeping it, and he soon after slammed his fist down into the ground beneath him, creating a shockwave highlighted by a geyser of blue and purple colored Ki hazing the entire area around the young boy, eradicating whatever demonic filth was left to try and fight the young boy any further.
The job being finished, Calot took a moment to gaze upon his surroundings, splatters of blood covering every spot that he turned to, both his and his attacker's blood staining the wastes red. Eyes narrowing, the youth turned back toward his original destination, and staring up at the dying evening sky, Calot blasted off into the clouds, utilizing the remainder of his momentary strength boost to burn his way back home.
Sadly, he would come to find, there would be not much home for him to return to.
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The job being finished, Calot took a moment to gaze upon his surroundings, splatters of blood covering every spot that he turned to, both his and his attacker's blood staining the wastes red. Eyes narrowing, the youth turned back toward his original destination, and staring up at the dying evening sky, Calot blasted off into the clouds, utilizing the remainder of his momentary strength boost to burn his way back home.
Sadly, he would come to find, there would be not much home for him to return to.
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It took a laughable amount of time for Calot to return home with his newfound strength.
When he did happen upon the sight of his former home, however, he wished that he had fallen dead and alone back in the wastes all that ways away.
As he approached from afar, the youth could already see that he was much too late to the party. His eyes having been greeted by the dying embers of what was once a proud, noble manor. Staggering toward the front, he stood where the entrance once was, staring at the sheer decimation that sat in the place of what once was.
How could it have all been taken from him so quickly? So easily?
His expression remained still, and monotone, Calot having no more tears to cry as his eyes searched for something, anything that remained of what made his life at one point worth living. No such thing was there.
That was, until, he saw something familiar sticking out from the very middlemost part of the debris currently gathered. Moving past the still burning flames, Calot's eyes widened as he recognized the bit of hilt sticking out from within one of the piles of rubble in front of him. Reaching towards it, the hybrid gripped the handle of the weapon tightly, not even wincing at the heat of the metal as he tore it away from the concrete it was laid within.
Kyoto.
His father's blade.
It appeared as though he had come home after all, but, just as Calot was, was too late to do anything of substance to save what was left.
If only his father- no, if only he had been stronger.
Then he would have been able to beat the demon scum that stood in his way in the first place, and might have been able to save someone- at the very least his dearest little brother.
But no, here he stood, amidst the failure that his weakness now cost him.
Gripping his father's blade, his face turned from an emotionless mask, to a grimace of pure agony- chin tilted up toward the remaining ruins of what was once his entire world until finally-
When he did happen upon the sight of his former home, however, he wished that he had fallen dead and alone back in the wastes all that ways away.
As he approached from afar, the youth could already see that he was much too late to the party. His eyes having been greeted by the dying embers of what was once a proud, noble manor. Staggering toward the front, he stood where the entrance once was, staring at the sheer decimation that sat in the place of what once was.
How could it have all been taken from him so quickly? So easily?
His expression remained still, and monotone, Calot having no more tears to cry as his eyes searched for something, anything that remained of what made his life at one point worth living. No such thing was there.
That was, until, he saw something familiar sticking out from the very middlemost part of the debris currently gathered. Moving past the still burning flames, Calot's eyes widened as he recognized the bit of hilt sticking out from within one of the piles of rubble in front of him. Reaching towards it, the hybrid gripped the handle of the weapon tightly, not even wincing at the heat of the metal as he tore it away from the concrete it was laid within.
Kyoto.
His father's blade.
It appeared as though he had come home after all, but, just as Calot was, was too late to do anything of substance to save what was left.
If only his father- no, if only he had been stronger.
Then he would have been able to beat the demon scum that stood in his way in the first place, and might have been able to save someone- at the very least his dearest little brother.
But no, here he stood, amidst the failure that his weakness now cost him.
Gripping his father's blade, his face turned from an emotionless mask, to a grimace of pure agony- chin tilted up toward the remaining ruins of what was once his entire world until finally-
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Calot woke up.
Gasping, his sweat now freezing cold upon his face, he found himself gripping his father's blade right as he awoke from his newest nightmare.
Combing a hand through his wet hair, the hybrid continued to stare upwards at the darkened roof of his homely hut, eyes feeling moist as he gently put back down the Kyoto by his side, sighing.
"So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears."
Gasping, his sweat now freezing cold upon his face, he found himself gripping his father's blade right as he awoke from his newest nightmare.
Combing a hand through his wet hair, the hybrid continued to stare upwards at the darkened roof of his homely hut, eyes feeling moist as he gently put back down the Kyoto by his side, sighing.
"So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears."
WC:4201
PL: 4,918
+65% Rookie PL gain
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