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Alea iacta est; Majin transformation - medium quest
Topic Started: Sep 9 2017, 04:54 AM (235 Views)
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Majin

Difficulty: Medium

Location: Any Planet

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Write an RP to acquire Majin.

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The Earth sun shone copper in the sky on Dabura's skin, and he revelled in its warmth and comfort. Six years it had been now since his life had changed for good. Literally, for good. He looked at her, the love of his live, asleep on the pool chair next to him. Her name was Lora, a human woman, and she had made him feel things he thought never capable of feeling. She was his wife, life partner, and the first creature he ever fathered children with. He knew she would be the last. War, kingship, and duties - they were behind him, at least for now.

Dabura fought back the inevitable doomsday thoughts... But was unsuccessful. His responsibilities, their daughter's- he glanced at Neima frolicking in the sand - mixed demon heritage, but most of all Lora's mortality. How long would she live, perhaps another 80 years if she was lucky? It would pass in the blink of an eye for Dabura, but to her it was a lifetime. He would make the most of his fleeting moment, and make sure she lived her life as happily as he could make it so.

He noticed Roshi's lecherous gaze. His goggles, they did nothing to hide the fact. Dabura threw his head back in laughter and rose his glass towards the old hermit. He meant well, and had taken in the lot of them when everyone else would not. Lora stirred at the commotion. Dabura combed his fingers through her jet black hair.

"It's nothing, love. Go back to sleep."

"Nothing?" She raised her eyebrows at him. "The old coot is looking at me again, isn't he?" She reached behind her, readjusting her crept up bikini bottom. Dabura saw the old man grinning and giving the demon the thumbs up.

"Nah, nothing of the sort. He likes 'em younger, like in his magazines."

She laughed heartily. "You are a terrible demon and even worse liar!" She slapped him on the arm before reaching over and kissing him. "Hmm." She scooted over and laid on her back on Dabura's torso. "It's so nice here."

Dabura nodded. Everyone training under Roshi was just so damn amicable. He had that effect on people. Mingled in with his other students, Kame House was the perfect hideout for the demon king and his close ones. The two looked over at Neima. She was six now, and her demon blood was starting to show through, but she still had the innocence of a human child about her which pleased Dabura. Her mane had turned from black like her parents' to a fiery red, and her skin was slowly starting to take on a more reddish tint, a stark contrast to her mother's pale milky white.

She looked over at her parents locked in embrace and grinned widely, waving at them. Dabura and Lora chuckled and waved back. The child waved more frantically and stopped looking where she was walking - she stumbled and fell. In a flash Dabura was on her, faster than Lora had even registered what had happened; their daughter had fallen and cut herself on a sharp rock.

"Are you okay, honey?" Dabura lifted her chin and made her look up at him. She seemed unphazed. "Uh-huh. It doesn't hurt, daddy."

He picked her into his arms and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm so proud of you, Neima." He hugged her close when he noticed something strange while glancing over her shoulder. The blood droplets were curdling together into a single pool and were strangely bubbling, almost as if the blood were boiling. He cursed under his mouth. He knew what it meant. A call from the office.

He pushed himself up and handed his daughter to Lora, who promptly put her on the ground. "I can't carry her anymore, silly. Is she okay?" Dabura only nodded. "I ... have to take care of something though. Something's come up." Lora looked at him gravely, she had some general idea of what he was talking about. "Careful... and be back soon."

Dabura lit his aura afire, intending to fly off, when his daughter pierced the flames and took his hand.

"Kiss first, daddy!" Dabura picked her up into the fires surrounding him and buried his head in her neck making silly noises. Neima giggled and started kicking frantically. "I love you two," he said. "I'll try to be back soon, promise!"

"Heehee I'll protect them, don't you worry Dabura!" Roshi interrupted in a pair of dirty boxers and flower shirt. He meant it as a joke, but Dabura knew he would. The old geezer was by far the most capable human he'd ever seen. Dabura clapped him on the shoulder with more gratitude than he could ever express. "I know you will, Roshi. Save me a cold one for when I get back, I get the feeling I'm gonna need it."

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That kind of blood magic was rare, and it could only mean. Home was calling, and they'd be pissed if Dabura didn't respond. He scolded himself internally; it was only a matter of time before this would happen and it was of course entirely his fault. He'd been sent to Earth with a mission many millennia ago and had up until around 900 AD maintained regular reports. More than a thousand years of neglecting his duties... It would not go over well with whoever is in charge of the audit.

He landed. It was a small remote farm, several dozen miles away from West City. Dabura's senses and powers were dulled - atrophied from ages of sleep, depression, and then what would have been happy retirement. Still he detected the lifeforms present. Three cows, about a dozen sheep, two dogs, and inside the family of five. He glanced at the farm house, but found himself unable. That life was behind him. Instead he made his way over to the barn and pushed it open.

The single cow inside wheezed, and glanced up at him with curious eyes and wagging tail. The beast must have been sick and kept away from the elements and the other farm animals because of it. Dabura kneeled at her side and gently scratched her behind the ears, making the beast coo appreciatingly.

"I'm sorry." The demon king grabbed the beast by the horns and twisted its head, ending its life painlessly. He got up and walked around its corpse, and tore off one of its front legs. There was only disgust on Dabura's face now as he went through the ancient ritual.

He faced the barn's wall and started reciting. "Per vitam, mortem. Per mortem, aeternum. Per aeternitas, potestatis." He flicked the bloody limb at the wall, drawing the rough approximation of an ancient demonic rune. "Domine, respondeo vestram vocationem."

He kneeled as the rune lit aflame, and in the fire appeared the likeness of Lucifer himself. The visage smiled wryly. Dabura looked him on without expression. How he wished this day hadn't come during Lora or Neima's lifetimes.

"Goodness, Dabura! How long has it been? It might have been since the days of Arthur the Great. We suspected you'd forgotten the rituals - or worse, had been killed by a human." Lucifer laughed, and more laughter resonated from behind him, though Dabura could not see who else was in his entourage and witnessing his summons.

Dabura thought quick on his feet and bluffed the prince of deceit. "You are right, dominus. For centuries I worked on a grand plan. I implore you to look at my works in the twentieth century - how grand the influx of souls to Hell must have been!" The twentieth century had not been Dabura's work, but man's own. Lucifer did not need to know this.

"Many souls have come our way in the past hundred years, this is true." He smiled appreciatingly. "Which is exactly why I have called you here. Such grand feats and powers are ill spent on a planet like Earth! I can only imagine the wealth of power we would be in right now if only we had sent you to Vegeta or Frieza."

It had worked. Dabura grinned. "You are too kind, lord. Though it really is my vast experience with this backwater planet and its life forms that enabled me - not some latent talents." Dabura sensed where this was going, and was in no mood for a mission to some other planet.

"Be that as it may, we feel you are in need of a reward for thrusting yourself upon your duties in such a dedicated manner. Come to my palace whenever you find the time and we'll discuss this further." His eyes flicked menacingly then. "Though I suggest you do -not- keep me waiting a thousand years this time."

Dabura bowed. "Of course, dominus."

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He felt pleased with himself, though the impending audience at Lucifer's palace didn't sit too well with him. Regardless, the atmosphere in the barn had not been too hostile by any means, nor had the demon been sent off to a backwards planet to rot and whither. He should be regarded as a deserter in every sense of the word, but for some reason he wasn't. Lucifer must truly believe Dabura had set the gruesome twentieth century in motion.

There was a slight pang of guilt at having to burn the farmstead's barn, but it was far better than the alternative. Dabura's brethren - or indeed he himself in a different time - would have had decidedly more fun enacting the ritual with human blood rather than cattle's.

Orange specks of light at the horizon. Something was wrong; Kame House found itself in the middle of the ocean. Dabura should have been surrounded on all sides by pitch black at this time of night... It could only mean one thing. Kame House was burning.

The demon flew faster than he had in centuries, arriving just in time to see Roshi and his pupils try to fend off the attackers. They seemed to be of the unsavory kind, roughnecks and space gangsters, dressed in all manner of decrepit armors and surcoats. Dabura clearly noticed a wolf emblem, embroidered on their gear and roughly spray-painted on the hulls of their ships which sat bobbing on the waves. Space pirates.

Roshi had buffed up and was smacking the pirates left and right with relative ease while his more advanced pupils ganged up on them with excellent teamwork. When he noticed the demon, Roshi shouted.

"Dabura! Lora and Neima should be inside, hurry!"

He dashed across the waves and the island's beach, kicking open the door Kame House. Strewn across Roshi's living room were a few of Neima's toys, some dirty magazines, a bunch of other items probably deemed worthless by the ruffians. From the look of the place there had been a minor scuffle. No sign of either wife or daughter.

Dabura was overcome with a harrowing sense of powerlessness, and with it came seething rage. The ancient Roman gladius that had been with him for many centuries appeared in his hands as he stepped out onto the sands. A cursory look around showed that all ships had left, yet there was not a speck to be seen in the sky. As if they had all just vanished.

Still, a few of the cutthroats remained. The weak and disposable, left to rot by their brothers in crime. Disgusted, Dabura addressed Roshi and his pupils who were in the middle of cleaning up.

"Go inside, all of you. Or leave the island. What comes next won't be pretty - and I will not have anyone deny me this slight comfort. Go.

His voice boomed low with authority, contempt, and sorrow. No longer was he a husband and father. No longer was he retired. No longer was he a man of tranquility, or even a man at all.

No, he was once more a creature so many peoples had feared, revered, and even worshipped. He was the father of war, Dabura, once more a king of demons.

It would not be pretty.

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Roshi walked over to where Dabura was sat on the recliner. The old man was scrawny again, supporting his weight on that cane of his and holding a six pack in the other. Wordlessly he took the pool chair besides the demon's and tossed him a can of the cheap supermarket booze.

"Drink." He had said.

All Dabura could do was catch, purely by instincts, and then his trembling hands had trouble holding onto it. It fell into the sand, and the demon clasped his hands together, as if to try to keep them still. The rage-fueled burst of adrenaline was still racing through his body. Dabura looked around the beach - littered with bodies and limbs. All dead. Nothing to keep his hands occupied anymore - but he felt far from done.

"Goddammit, I said drink!"

Dabura looked up, leering at Roshi from under his brows with the gaze of a predator, but only for a moment and then it was gone. He sighed and reached down, dusted the sand off the can's top, and popped it open. It tasted like shit.

"Just what the fuck happened here? I leave for little more than half a day and shit goes sideways like this?"

There wouldn't have been a need for the question if Dabura had kept only one of them alive, but he hadn't. Roshi did not mention this and only nodded. He took a big gulp.

"I have no idea what they were after. Earth has many treasures - Dragon Balls, Senzu Beans on Korrin's Tower... But the only treasures I have are my magazines, which they didn't care about."

Dabura gave a wry smile. He was in no mood for japes, but Roshi was right though. Kame House is in all likelihood one of the safest places on Earth, but it holds nothing of value. So why attack it? There was silence for a few minutes as the two looked at the ocean, deep in thought. It would have been quite the picture if not for the corpses decorating the shoreline and painting the sands.

Roshi wagered to ask. "Then... your wife and little girl?"

"Taken. It seems." The thought had filled him with dread and anger, his own oral confirmation now with hopelessness. "These pirates, they had seemed shoddily equipped, yet when I scanned the skies I could not detect a single one of their ships. It was like they had all vanished in the span of two minutes."

None of it added up. Dabura clenched his fists. If only he hadn't been so idle for so many centuries. If only he was still strong as he was back then. If only he hadn't hoped. Hope had made him complacent and weak. Now there was none of it left, and hardly any power to fall back on. No power except...

Dabura stood. "You know I can't stay. Not while I don't know what happened here, what happened to them." Roshi understood. "You'll always be welcome here, Dabura. You have a good heart, I've seen it." He reached down and grabbed another beer, which he handed to the demon. "One for the road. If at any time you need a place to crash or need help otherwise, find me." He turned back inside.

"But clean up my damn beach before you go. It's scaring off all the hunnies."

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They never saw him coming, poor sods. The farmstead was right where he had left it, its occupants not feeling the need to stay with their neighbors or family members after the strange cases of arson and occultism in their barn. Poor sods.

The demon king had fallen from whatever grace he had aspired to over the past six years. Every little thing of humanity had, at least in this moment, evaporated. Nothing save for the demon remained, and he had no empathy, no emotion, no soul. Only a goal and a means by which to achieve it.

The grizzled farmer's shotgun did him no good. The hail simply bounced off Dabura's chest and peppered his living room's walls. Dabura grabbed the weapon from his hands and, wielding it like a baseball bat, swung the stock into the man's face. His lower jaw came clean off, leaving the farmer twisting on the floor. With a well placed stomp on his neck Dabura ended his life.

The lights came on and showed a woman in her nightgown, standing at the foot of the staircase. She was rubbing her eyes. "Oscar? What's going on he-" Her eyes went wide in shock.

Dabura was on her in an instant, covering her mouth with his left hand and lifting her off the ground by the head, dragging her with him. He grabbed Oscar's lifeless corpse with his remaining hand as he stepped out onto the meadow. The cattle steered clear of him, hostility coming off him as if it were steam. With a thought he seared the appropriate runes and circles into the grasses.

"Per vitam, mortem. Dabura lifted Oscar's corpse with his Ki and laid him as the ritual dictated; flat on his back with his hands clasped as if in prayer. Tradition dictated a coin be placed underneath his tongue but, well, his jaw was gone. Dabura would find some other way to pay the ferryman.

Dabura raised the man's wife above him, still keeping her mouth tight shut with his left hand and holding her by the hip with his right. "Per mortem, aeternum." He pulled and she came undone by the spine, showering the demon king in her blood and life essence. Immediately he felt power surging within him, though it was only a fraction of what he had once commanded.

"Per aeternitas, potestatis." The children were still inside, blissfully oblivious to what happened. "I present you these souls as a gift, dominus. Your servant comes." The demon king raised his hand, setting the farm house ablaze in a fiery inferno.

He waited not to hear or see what happened to the children, whether or not they suffocated in their sleep, died awake from the collapsing rubble, or escaped the fires at all. After what had happened, chances are they were set towards a spiral of misery and, eventually, a life of criminality.

They were Lucifer's now. But Dabura had already stepped through the portal, uninterested. He was home.

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Traversing Hell had never been easy, but despite his centuries of absence Dabura would always have an ace up sleeve - the alpha hellhound Gherbos. The hulking beast trumped even bears in stature, and came close to a Kassack's. Its spine was ridged with spikes, its coat a fur of flames and its jaws were lined with two rows of teeth. Through sheer power it ruled over the entire First Circle of Hell, home of Hell's minorities and outcasts.

And it had imprinted on Dabura at birth. Dabura smiled with affection at the sight of him.

"Heel." The beast was wagging its razor-tipped tail, ecstatic at his master returning, but kept as calm as he could in obeying the order. But the demon king was only toying with his feelings a bit, and soon they were play-roughing amidst the pumice and obsidian. Nothing like coming home to the smell of sulphur and a happy pet.

With Gherbos at his side, his journey through the first six Circles was uneventful, and he arrived unscathed in his own territories where he said his farewells to the hellhound. The Seventh was his own domain, and he was fast friends with Belphegor of the Eight. The Ninth was Lucifer's, who was expecting. By all accounts Dabura was safe now.

"I'll come visit more often, I promise." He scratched Gherbos behind the ears by rubbing on him with his entire torso. He barked, clearly happy about it. "I'll even take you hunting some time. Topside." Dabura grinned as the hellhound was no longer able to contain himself. With a laugh he slapped him on the hind leg, and off he went, back home.

No longer feeling the need to lay low, Dabura took to the skies. By nightfall he was at Lucifer's.

~~~

The hall was empty. Dabura had anticipated Lucifer to hold a grand event for his return, he had suggested as much when they spoke, but it seemed he preferred a one-on-one audience now. There, sat upon his throne of skull and bone, sat the Prince of Darkness and Emperor of all Hell. He was expecting him.

"Dabura, step forth. I had expected you of course, but not this soon - mere days after we spoke!"

These last few steps were heavier than any. The shock was perhaps finally wearing off, and the full weight of what had befallen Dabura was finally crashing down on his shoulders. He was so very tired, and left wholly uncapable. He had allowed his strength to atrophy in his years of sleep, idleness, and even love.

The demon king dropped to his knees at his Emperor's feet.

"It has not been very long, true, but I have given your words great thought, dominus. Earth has left me weak and even apathetic about my duties." He showed Lucifer his open palms, a gesture of submission.

"I beg you, grant me the chance to prove myself once more - and the power to be able to do so."

It was a curious offer Dabura made, but Lucifer did not betray his surprise. "There lies great power in what you ask, in servitude... You realize the full implications? Many have had their will broken in this process."

Dabura was beyond caring. "I do, dominus."

Lucifer rose from his throne and stood by the kneeling Dabura, laying his hand on his forehead. He seemed oddly pleased. "Very well then. Dabura of the Seventh Circle... Father of War, Paragon of Violence and Corruptor of Man..."

Lucifer's pitch black aura rose about him and stifled the light in the room. "My power is now your power. Your burdens are now my burdens. My will lies in your hands. Your hands are now my hands. Rise. Rise, my Majin."

Tendrils from the Prince of Darkness' aura reached for Dabura's forehead, searing the Majin rune into his flesh and the very essence of his being. Dabura rose, his shoulders unburdened.

"Thank you, dominus. I will not disappoint."

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