Queen of Infernus, Pt. 2 Mar 14, 2020 14:21:01 GMT -5
Post by Emi on Mar 14, 2020 14:21:01 GMT -5
Prince of Hell, Pt. 2
Difficulty: Very Hard
Location: Any Planet
Write an RP to acquire the Prince of Hell.
Reward: +200 all stats, +120 exp, and Prince of Hell
Requirements: Must have completed Prince of Hell, Pt 1 and have met transformation requirements.
Difficulty: Very Hard
Location: Any Planet
Write an RP to acquire the Prince of Hell.
Reward: +200 all stats, +120 exp, and Prince of Hell
Requirements: Must have completed Prince of Hell, Pt 1 and have met transformation requirements.
Continued from here...
”It’s part of what they call the ‘Saiyan Belt,’” Yan offered pointing to a spot on the table, before he pushed it gently against the surface. ”If this is Valhalla, then it trails down past Toffit,” he said and moved his finger in a curve, ”to Vegeta-sei itself, then through to Arlia, then past Avalon to Earth.” While the PTO had certainly won when it came to the spoils of the war, the Saiyan Empire had been slightly more strategic with their claims. The belt isolated trade to the eastern areas of PTO territory and gave them a good bit of control in that area, with Toffit being an uninterested presence and Avalon a more peaceful one. It gave them a border to the Keliouxan Empire as well, letting them keep eyes open towards all their nearest enemies.
He didn’t have any interest in hiding Earth, even from would be destroyers. He had faith in the planet, and when he didn’t, well, he blew up moon bases. If Gorflame proved to be an actual issue to the planet, he could be dealt with when that time came. As was said, Earth knew how to rebuild, so any damage he created in the slight delay in stopping him would be repairable.
”Worst case for a challenge is you find the old turtle hermit,” he added with a smirk, already imagining Roshi up against a Demon of War. ”If you can coax him into a fight you won’t be disappointed.”
Roshi was seen as one of the weaker masters of the universe and yet he was by far the most talented martial artist. For what he lacked in strength he made up for in technique, and he could hold his own against many galactic powers...if he got the energy to bother, which was rare.
As Gorflame continued however, speaking on Kelioux, Yan’s attention to him had already dulled, though he did listen, smiling appropriately as he laughed. Yan was a little impressed at Lilim’s ability of control for her aura, at least for the moment, and this whole affair fascinated him a little bit. He had never seen Lilim actually try to hide her fits of passion. The word discretion had barely entered her dictionary in the past, and yet this was more fun wasn’t it?
His fingers pressed in, moving against her though the feeling was dulled by the bulk of her pants, and his hand was happily pulled away to undo her buckle, which he undid with a skill he had long perfected, The button undid next, the zipper pulled down just enough so his hand could slide against her bare flesh under any other undergarment and go to work.
Gorflame commented on Damaskia, but Yan watched Lilim now with unhidden affection. He made sure to slow if she lost her composure too much, almost as a punishment. When Gorflame turned away however, and he took full advantage.
She reached for food and he reached as well, stopping her hand before taking it and offering to feed it to her. He was never one to shy away from public displays of affection such as this, though the under the table indecency was usually reserved for a more intoxicated state. But he was a bit intoxicated, as he often was so close to her and the aura of lust she projected. He always acted immune, keeping a calm composure like he was completely in control of the lust he gave her instead, but that was just an act, and sometimes, like now, he slipped up. He wanted to feel her lips against his fingers even if it was ever so briefly.
Gorflame moved to speak again, he watched her unabashed, almost drawing the other demon’s attention onto her with his stare. His elbow had moved to rest on the table after providing Lilim with the bite of meat, and he rested his chin in his hand, his knuckles pressed to his mouth before he finally pulled his gaze away, back to their company, watching his reaction as he did.
”She’s beautiful isn’t she?” he asked. His foot moved away from Lilim’s now, moving to touch Gorflame’s leg to see if he would jerk away or move into the touch.
”Almost more so in battle, flesh ripped apart in her bare hands,” he said with a whimsical smile. ”Do you have a partner hiding somewhere?” he asked, half innuendo and half serious. He only said the three of them and Yan had little interest in a battle royale. If Gorflame thought he could do a two on one against opponents he had no information on, Yan had given his intelligence too much credit. He was still pleasant to look at at least.
The description of the Saiyan belt definitely drew quite a bit of attention from Gorflame, so eager to learn more about the galaxy that he travelled in, likely for various reasons. It was not hard to surmise that he was, at the very least, more than just a bounty hunter, though what that profession could be was anyone's guess; Lilim was certainly not paying attention to this exchange, even as Gorflame was absorbing this information eagerly, the disguised demoness was far, far more invested in what was happening beneath the surface of the table as she felt his fingers press in and, soon enough, the buckle to her belt was undone, along with the rest of the waistline with her military-style pants. She purred softly (and sometimes loudly) at his hand's movements, unable to focus on anything other than maintaining her control of her disguise, her aura, and, well, the pleasurable experiences being granted unto her.
The longer this went on, the more and more looks the pair got from Gorflame in particular, though he seemed more invested in the conversation regarding space and travelling it. The concept of challenging someone called the 'old turtle hermit' did not seem to resonate with him at first, but then at Yan's reassurances of him not being disappointed, he smiled wide and seemed to put it away in his mind for later. Gorflame always seemed eager for a challenge, even if it was against some strange person on a remote planet somewhere. He would find the time, most likely, to challenge and goad the old hermit into a fight and see what an Earthling--storied to be so incredibly weak yet still be somehow so important--could deliver to a real demon of conflict and warfare.
Lilim could attest though--the implied crime (though what they were doing definitely did not fit Lilim's definition of such a word) was enough to make the whole affair and action far, far more enjoyable, and she contemplated if she should undress right then and there, just to surprise and, perhaps, indirectly pleasure those nearby. It would not be as satisfactory as, perhaps, some of the more sensual shows that were likely on display in the House of Hysterics, but the demon queen liked to think that she and Yan could put on a pretty good show, even if she was disguised as a human. Of course, the ki buzzing his fingers was just... she let out a loud gasp of raw, unrestrained pleasure, and her aura spiked once more, causing quite a few of the patrons to get more than a little heated. No one drew their gazes towards the table Yan and Lilim were seated, but it was pretty clear that something was causing a lot of excitement in the air; they just could not pick out what exactly. Maybe it was the band.
Being fed food, however, was such a delight, unmitigated lust and desire in her eyes as she made eye contact with Yan and held that contact, looking deeply into his eyes and suggesting that they could do oh so much together right now, or a little later, or forever. Her lips brushed against his fingers in the most sexual of ways when he fed her meat, making sure to make the faintest of sucking sounds--yes, she was being quite suggestive here--and the sound seemed to snap Gorflame out of his thought process and eating as he looked towards the two with a raised brow and an amused smirk.
It was clear though--Lilim could only focus on so much right now, and she had defaulted to keeping her human form stable than anything else, so her outward composure and her aura were more than a little unrestrained. Waves of lust and desire would fill the room, spiking more and more as their high-school-level intimacy continued, and Yan would spot one of her hands going to her blouse, halting just short of unbuttoning her top. She was so close to the edge, and he knew he could 'win' this little game of theirs at any time, at any moment, for any reason. He always knew what buttons to push, and as much as she was trying to be incognito about the whole thing, they were buttons she liked being pushed. Lilim had a very hard time not being contradictory.
"I would say so, certainly, for a human," Gorflame said, his eyes growing more and more hungry as he looked upon the disguised demoness, her aura likely having an effect on him without him even realizing it. Yan's compliment about her beauty, and the conversation changing to her besides, caused her face to flush with red blush. It was very, very difficult to get Lilim to actually blush, and right now, Yan was succeeding in absolute spades at that very moment. Her body heat had practically sky-rocketed, so eager for the most sacred and basic of human interactions that she was on the cusp of baring herself to anyone that dared to look and embracing her companion right then and there. Self-control was never Lilim's strong-suit, even as strong-willed as she seemed to be at times.
"Partner? I have a friend who is in town. Might see if she's occupied, actually," the demon of war speculated with a smile that betrayed all of Gorflame's thoughts on the matter, so much so that he looked up to the blatant displays of affection between Yan and Lilim at that moment like it was some sort of inspiration. "Could trade partners for the night--" he started to suggest, but the moment the words left his lips, Lilim reached up with her free hand towards Yan's neck and pulled his head directly onto her chest. Thankfully, her blouse was still secure, but the gesture remained.
"Not. Tonight," she insisted with intensity despite the pleasured smile on her face, insisting that the one practically teasing her to death right now was the one she wanted to be with at that moment. There was no way she could go from Yan's skilled attention to some random demon--as fun as it might have been with a calmer mind at the moment.
Lilim yanked Yan over and he burst out laughing. He usually hid his laughter, instinctively lifting his hand to mask it despite his constant smile. There was something about the act of actually laughing that was, subconsciously, almost shameful to him when he had a clear mind. The exceptions were under some intoxication or during sex, which they were dancing far too close to.
Some might have expected the opposite from normal people, as laughing during the awkward parts of what should have been a very intimate moment could shift it, but he didn’t believe in any restraint in that area. Nothing ever had to be perfect and his laughter was usually infectious rather than intimidating, though he was very good at easing embarrassment in those situations. Lilim’s suddenly yanking him definitely qualified as an awkward moment, mostly due to their positioning and how the table got in her way.
Her sudden declaration of possession increased his cheery demeanor, and after a moment to enjoy his positioning, he lifted his chin to rest on her collar bone.
”Now, now,” he said with a devious expression. ”I hear the nights on Infernus are quite long.”
And long it was. Whether they did get Gorflame in on the fun eventually, or just fell into each other entirely, eventually exhaustion won out and Yan and Lilim made it to a proper bed to rest just a little before their supposed match.
Yan didn’t get much sleep even then. He was not a good sleeper, though normally after such physical exhaustion he was moved into dreamless sleep. Normally. Since the majin bond broke, he found it wasn’t so easy with Lilim. Even after so much time had passed, even more for him than for Lilim, he found his elated and exhausted mind drawing him back to those times, those feelings, only he could feel their hollowness as well, and felt himself being pushed out by it.
It tended to wake him with a start, though he did not tense or move to show his sudden shift to consciousness. When he was a child, lashing out in nightmares only resulted in living nightmares and he was trained to sleep absolutely still or else he would be left to sleep alone, and even back then that was even more difficult for him.
He usually dreamed. If Lilim had ever watched him in his sleep, even during the majin bond, his face always appeared sullen and a bit tense, even as he cuddled closer to her. Any mirth faded and there was no sense of peace because the threat of waking or the threat of some haunting presence in his mind was always prominent. But he always laid very still, unless he was more awake than asleep in the smallest of dozes where he’d move closer of shift for comfort.
He woke most of the time with starts, to the point his eyes didn’t even have to open sometimes. The dream ended and he was back to himself and that was all he needed. Bulma would catch him sometimes and comfort him with her fingers running through his hair until he dozed again, but catching him wake was tricky even for her, and the state he usually left Lilim in when she finally needed rest usually led to a nice deep sleep, which made him slightly proud.
The sun was rising, or at least light was filtering through, and he moved from the bed with his quiet stillness as to not disturb her. Not yet. He found an access point to his pocket dimension from one of his clothes. He was always careful even in fits of passion not to misplace his phone. It still worked from a distance but losing it was not an option. It was the only possession he truly cared for, though a point of access to his pocket dimension and all his precious toys did come second. From it he pulled the vinyl cigarette case and ran his fingers over the inner contents before settling on one and placing it under his tongue.
He did not wish this darkness on Lilim, but he didn’t wish a purely sober version of himself on anyone either.
He set the case closed and put it back before climbing back into the bed and up close to her. He stayed still for a moment, letting his nose brush over her arm as he curled closer, but thoughts of sleeping again faded out a bit while looking at her, and he began to pester her to see if she’d stir, kissing and touching until he was either forced to give up or another round of intimacy was initiated.
They always tended to be a bit late. It wasn’t just the lack of sleep from the night before, but the unending appetite between them that waking usually stirred up again. And often again the next time one of them tried to press past the laziness of the post sex haze. It was often a wonder they got anywhere at all, but neither needed a lot of sleep, and eventually one of them, more often Yan, forced themselves away to the promise of whatever they were supposed to be doing.
The Fighting Pits. Center Stage. Gorflame had arranged things for them properly for a good showing, and after his hospitality Yan would hate to disappoint him.
”Did I ever tell you about the time I spent in Sildin’s Circus?” he asked her as he tied his boots. The circus was something well renown once upon a time in Universe 7, though now it was more popular in Universe 2 if he remembered correctly. It wasn’t a typical circus with clowns and acrobats, but a fighting circus very similar to Infernus’ Fighting Pits. It recruited the craziest of fighters, and each night gave an unforgettable show. Killing was allowed but discouraged, for business reasons, and the early rounds all led to the center stage performance, also similar to Infernus’ center ring.
The circus was somewhat infamous for the blood thirsty clientele, but it moved around a lot as circuses do, only this one shifted to entirely different planets and then even through dimensions making it sometimes difficult to trace. It probably wouldn’t surprise Lilim to know he once partook, given his style of things and his sometimes cravings for a good fight, but he hadn’t really mentioned it before. It had never been as relevant.
”I only made it to the center stage once~” he continued with some amusement. The level of fighting and technique in Sildin’s was quite high, and although Yan would have no difficulty getting there now, it had been a long time ago since he had been a part of the slaughter.
”I even trained for it. Might have been the last time I trained...” Despite the monkey’s growing strength he did not practice his art of fighting more than actually fighting. It annoyed his handler to no end, but as a proper handler will do, the man made sure to sharpen Yan’s skills in ways the monkey would not ignore, usually through more slaughter. The earnest training he did back then was nostalgic and almost innocent, even if it was all for the purpose of revenge.
Yan's laugh was, indeed, most infectious--she had a hard time keeping up what little of a serious composure she had upon her face with the ridiculousness of the whole affair, and Yan suddenly bursting out in laughing wore away whatever composure she had left, causing her to nearly double-over in laughter herself! She giggled as he laughed, only continuing for a few more moments than he did as he placed his chin on her collarbone, provoking a very suggestive and lustful look from her expression and eyes as she turned her head a little to the side, just enough so she could make eye contact with him and give him 'her look'. He knew the look, it was a look she gave to him almost all the time, and it meant that she wanted him--even if it meant she had to beg for it, she wanted him.
"Very long," she purred in agreement, reaching down with a hand to pull his face upward for a long kiss. Long was the night indeed, as Gorflame finally seemed to get his fill of food, drink, and conversation, retiring to his own room and the company he had brought with him, leaving Lilim and Yan to their own wiles and devices, though at this point, the Demon of War definitely got a suitable impression of their relationship.
She always enjoyed her time with Yan--always. There was just that way he moved, acted, and seemed to make her his whole world in those moments, even though she knew that was technically far from the truth, especially after everything that had happened. Particularly after everything that had happened. He could never truly trust her again, probably for their entire existence, but... that wouldn't stop her from enjoying his company, his presence, his charm. Of course she would embrace him, any time, even if it meant to her detriment; she loved him, in at least a few ways and hopefully in a lot of ways, and somehow... somehow she just slept far, far better, with him nearby, especially in her arms.
She did not stir when he did--she was not plagued by the same awful memories of the past, nor of the ill tidings her divinations brought to her. Those were thoughts for consciousness, those were thoughts for when she was alone with her own mind, but tonight... Tonight she was with someone, and having given him her all that night, she slept soundly, still, calmly. It was probably hard to imagine a demon queen like her so peaceful, though her human disguise stayed true throughout the night, even in their privacy. Her magic was just that good, only needing to mentally focus to maintain it when stressful situations presented themselves--or she had a crisis of self, which was extremely rare. She had never watched Yan sleep--he was always the first to awake, for some odd reason.
He was just... him, if she had given it any thought. She had stopped trying to analyze him a long, long time ago, accepting his antics and behaviors at face value until she actually needed to think things over... and even then, his reactions were difficult to predict at the best of times. At the worst, it felt like she was arguing with a spinning wheel that knew no borders or discretion; he did as he willed. That was part of his charm, she supposed, part of what drew her to him in the first place. A sensation of living in the now... if he had other cares beyond here and now, he never shared them, even when the Majin bond was active. She caught glimpses of things here and there, but the Majin bond also blinded her to a lot of things, as she had been so consumed by her endless adoration and love for him. It was, perhaps, the only chance she would have gotten to truly know more about him... squandered, like many others.
Regrets, thankfully, did not plague her in the night.
When he started, she did not stir, always a heavy sleeper when she was near him, especially when she was embracing him in their shared slumber. She didn't even notice the light coming through the blinds of the window, or the curtains--she was not really sure what was covering the windows, actually, as she had far more important things on her mind at the time than to examine the room she occupied. She missed his start, her form resting quietly, and she missed his momentary moment to consume whatever it was that he had picked. She knew he had... some sort of need for such physical things, but she had never examined it, and if anything, it was one of the many things he had managed to keep hidden from her even during the time they were linked.
That was all it was--a hunch on her part. She had no proof and no real... way to confirm it. Not now, and probably not ever. Did she even want to know? Part of her did... and the rest of her wanted to give him that space to keep things from her, if he wished for it. She had taken that from him once upon a time, the ability to keep things from her... now, it probably seemed more precious than anything else.
Of course, it took a few prods and kisses to rouse her, her first instinct was to bring her face up a bit more, her eyes still closed, in an attempt to kiss his lips, but she only found his chin with the attempt. It seemed more like a reaction than a willing, purposeful response to his attempts at waking her. Considering what kind of demon she was, that was probably not hard to fathom, though when her lips brushed against his chin, her eyes did open groggily, like she had just been awoken from a very deep slumber.
"Mmmmnnngh..." she said in response, her lips still pressed against his face, a sound that sounded like a pleasurable moan and a groan of indignation at being stirred from slumber. It was highly likely she would have asked for five more minutes at that moment, but then the memory of the previous day reached her mind and she could not help but lower her head and sigh into his neck. She giggled again, as if she herself was some random dice of emotions as memories seemed to come back to her one after another after another.
Part of her wanted to pull him back to her, to feel the embrace of their bare bodies against one another for one more exchange (or perhaps several, but she doubted they would get that far), and for a short while, they did--an exquisite taste of their passion, a bit more subdued than last night, but nonetheless equally intimate--but they eventually relented since they technically had a prior engagement--the Fighting Pits, the main event. It would not be appropriate to disappoint their host, even though she was technically the Queen of this place, she was still in disguise. How bothersome. Part of her wanted the laziness that came with rulership, but in this case, they couldn't spare it at the moment.
She slowly got up to shower and clean herself, a fresh set of military-style garb upon her form before she sat next to him to shine her boots and put them back upon her feet--an extremely old habit, it seemed, but one that would help with the deception nonetheless--before her eyes looked to him at his story. "Sildin... the name is familiar, but I cannot recall it..." she said with a slightly worried expression. It seemed important enough that she was supposed to know what it meant, but for the life of her, she really couldn't grasp it just yet. She stayed silent as he explained it to her, especially his part in it, and she smiled at him and nodded.
"Had I known this would be so nostalgic, I would have invited you to come sooner," she said with a small chuckle as she finished tying her own boots to her feet. "The fighting pits are in the center of this particular district--you probably spotted it on the way here, actually--but I know the way. Maybe we can get another feather for that particular hat, huh?" she said, managing to curb her speech to sound more human than she did when they were alone--and especially intimate--before she gestured towards the door before leading the way to their little play date. Of course, it somehow seemed to be much more of a spectacle than Lilim was anticipating, at least...
There were thousands of people, mostly demons, all congregating towards the Fighting Pits today, causing Lilim to furrow her brow in confusion as she led the way, looking around at all the various people that seemed to be going in the same direction. How odd... she tried to wrack her brain for what was going on, and she knew the Pits were a popular attraction... and yet, this seemed a lot more than the usual crowd. A lot more. She stopped mid-stride as she spotted a poster, narrowing her eyes for a moment--her eyes danced across the details of it before finally stepping towards it and hastily removing it from the pole it decorated in order to see it more clearly.
In front of them was a massive poster, decorated like a carnival's attractive advertisement, displaying various bright colors and absurd representations of humans, demons, and other races all in a dance of combat and conflict, with various people at the edges of the poster eating popcorn, laughing, throwing coins, or playing instruments. It said 'FRAULDROUS FAMOUS FIGHTING PITS PRESENTS... MURDEROUS MAYHEM, DELIGHTFUL DEATH, AND VENGEFUL VIOLENCE, FEATURING GUEST FIGHTERS FROM THE FINEST SILDIN'S CIRCUS.' Lilim squinted at the poster, as if willing it to disappear with thought alone, before she looked up towards Yan with a raised eyebrow. The date on the poster revealed that the event was still a couple of days away, but still… The timing was uncanny.
"Was this your doing?"
”Might have been beyond your interest. The man himself if quite the enigma,” Yan explained not really surprised she didn’t completely recognize it, only caring how quickly she got the gist of it.
Sildin was a powerful Dimensional Traveler, and Lucifer had once made a nod to him, but it was all very vague. Having met him, Yan honestly expected that Sildin had died once or twice and twisted hell to suit his fancy. He had that kind of darkness to him, like something ominous and incomplete. He made his marks in careful strikes and enjoyed his shows. He found his materials in all sorts of people and made them do his bidding. He was a skeletal man, looking almost frail, and yet sometimes it felt like he moved beyond sense or sight. A dabbler, a manipulator, a wielder of dark arts, and all he wanted to do was watch people fight with each other. It was almost innocent if it did not include so much death and suffering.
”Everything is nostalgic to an old man,” he countered with an easy grin, offering her his hand so he could properly escort her, as if they were going to a play or some high end dinner and not towards a gruesome battle. It turned out good that he took it because the crowd began to thicken as they got closer to the pits. Apparently Gorflame had talked up the day indeed, but something felt a little off to him. It wasn’t just demons in these crowds, and when he registered what it was his gaze sharpened as he took in the crowd and their surroundings with more scrutiny.
The question he had was why, and he almost voiced it to Lilim, giving her something he did not wish to give her when she answered him without prodding.
She had paused to read a poster while he tried to pinpoint the specific presences and only when she ripped it down did he look at it. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. It wasn’t at all what he was expecting, and the timing was uncanny. He wasn’t sure if he should feel relieved or more anxious, but when she asked if it was his doing he let out a small snort.
”Oh, I would hope not,” he said as if the idea was ridiculous, or, as he said, hopefully ridiculous.
“I left right after I murdered one of their biggest crowd pleasers so brutally he couldn’t be revived,” he explained to her. ”Left a nice big hole in their line up,”] making a small face as even he understood his past folly, even if he sounded amused by it, while still saying it as nonchalantly as if he simply had an outstanding parking ticket.
Sildin’s had Dimensional Travelers, capitol letters and all. They didn’t just travel through this multiverse, and Yan had learned over the many years to avoid making enemies out of people who could follow him literally anywhere. By screwing them over he set up lingering grudge he was always waiting to catch back up to him. Maybe it had, or would in a few days, but as he said, he quite hoped not. If he had been the cause to their sudden appearance it could put a damper on things.
Despite this, he found himself reaching towards the poster in her hands, running his fingers over the very familiar logo of strange textography around a firing canon. There wasn’t just nostalgia there, and regret wasn’t the right term either. By now Lilim would likely be able to name it as loneliness. Despite his sudden ill advised exit from this circus, most likely triggered by some mishap, it was something he lost, maybe someone, either due to himself or something else. It was usually himself, and as enough time passed he lost his spite and remembered the good times more clearly than the bad.
His hand ran down, looking over the names listed and his lips went thin again in a dramatic grimace to find some of the ‘acrobats’ were in fact still with the troupe. The acrobats were the circus’ first line of entertainment, usually murdering and humiliating criminals and slaves. Quite a few names on that list would love to make him part of their act.
His expression shifted again however as he saw the center rings contenders: The Silver Herring and Cross Deliumn. He mouthed the second name silently, obviously recognizing it but seeming perplexed. It was a very odd name, not something someone would just happen to mimic, but the Cross Deliumn he knew was dead. A fan, or...
His hand dropped and he pulled away a bit abruptly.
”Welp, if we’re still here in a few days we’ll have to see who tries to kill me~” he told her, flashing his normal toothy grin as if his earlier feelings were but a mirage or had been dramatized. He did like to play up his negative reactions for effect, and he was hardly one to sincerely worry about someone going for his head. If anything, he might be able to make amends. That or he could very well avoid them entirely! Things were in his hands for now, while he was unknown, though he would keep his guard up a little.
Oh,” he let out, remembering they were about to be center stage and he was sure to be spotted by anyone who bothered to turn their head. His smile faltered before it grew again. ”I’ll have to give a good showing~”
It would either piss them off more that he was still acting outside of them, or it would showcase his power enough they’d find it better to leave him alone. It might have depended a bit on Gorflame now, if him and his partner could actually offer a big enough challenge.
”What did you think of Gorflame? Power wise?” he asked, never having really stopped to get her impressions from the night before.
His snort in response to her question was really all she needed--hearing his initial reaction, especially in such a manner, definitely told her volumes about this whole situation. She could already tell he had nothing to do with this particular thing coming up, and even if he had some kind of involvement with it, she couldn't really begrudge him all that much considering the circumstances. He was prone to being mischievous when he thought it would make for a good laugh (even if the only one laughing was himself), and even she would have to admit this was a brilliant line-up of events... had he been the one to orchestrate it. Even now, she was not sure how this had all come to pass, and part of her wondered if this was somehow more than just convenience or coincidence.
Yan elaborated on the circumstances of why--or perhaps not necessarily 'why' but just what had happened before he decided he was done with the place--he had left the circus, mentioning the murder of someone, and once again, Lilim raised an eyebrow at that. Her expression wasn't that sort of 'you seriously did that?' sort of expression; it was the kind of expression that seemed to ask the question 'is that all?' Lilim hardly saw death, especially in the throes of conflict, as something inherently bad, but she was a demon and a long-lived one at that. Violence was practically the language amongst her kind. Any sort of pushback to that sort of thing just confused her, especially if the fights were understood to be lethal. His tone played it off as just something that happened, nothing truly to be concerned about--and Lilim would completely agree.
She made sure to lean back and lower her arms so he could see--he wasn't that short, but she tended to exaggerate sometimes--and she found it fascinating how he seemed to be so fascinated with the individual details. She was paying attention to him and his expression, but given their shared angle, she couldn't quite catch the expression he had made upon reading one name in particular, as much as she might have wanted to see it. He made sure very little slipped through the cracks of his confidence and facade that any little thing seemed like an explosion of emotions--but alas, she couldn't quite see it this time around, and he pulled back with his toothy grin and a nonchalant attitude about the whole thing.
"Well, color me curious then--yes, a few days time, we'll have to return," she said with a smirk before tossing the flier behind her as if it were nothing more than some piece of trash to her--probably because it was--before she started to lead the way again towards the fighting pits. "Ha--I guess I'll have to give them a good showing as well. Nothing truly impressive, but enough to make some heads turn, I think," she said, her eyes narrowing in thought as she tried to work out in her head how she could accomplish that. If she tried to use too much power, her disguise might fail, but she didn't want to disappoint Yan or Gorflame either...
Speaking of which... "Mm? His power? He's a young pup," Lilim said, almost absently as they walked, her thoughts elsewhere. "I didn't sense anything about him beyond the norm of any other War Demon, which means he's stronger than your average Saiyan, but for people like us... I don't know if he'll actually be a challenge?" she said before looking at Yan with a look of concern. "Unless he's really good at hiding his power. War demons aren't above deception on the battlefield, so it's possible he might be a lot more potent than I give him credit for--but did you see the shade of his skin? There is no way he is older than a single century."
Lilim kept falling for this particular pitfall, having underestimated a lot of people based on their appearances--which probably made sense, considering the first thing she looked at in people was their sexual appeal and their desires for intercourse, rather than outright brutality. That was not to say she wasn't a good judge of character--she could be if she really cared or put her mind to it--just that she often dismissed a lot of foes that she probably shouldn't have. She crossed her arms under her breasts, the military garb doing a lot to hide her assets, yet it was plain for all to see just how much was there regardless.
"He also said he had a partner... probably another demon of War like him, but it might be someone that actually compliments his eagerness. Guess we will find out soon enough, huh?" she said, just as they reached the outer gates around the Fighting Pits. A few of the bouncers seemed to recognize them immediately, as if getting their descriptions from Gorflame, and after a few moments of conversation and verification, they were shown the fast-track path towards the center arena. The closer they got to that central arena, the less actual spectators they seemed to run into, surrounded more by the fighters going from place to place, the trainers that kept them in shape, and the organizers that seemed to take this sort of thing a lot more seriously than one might expect. Demons were impulsive by nature, so to see this level of organization was, perhaps, one of those remaining habits that service to Lucifer had instilled into them. At least they were using it for something they wanted to do, anyway.
They were met at the base-gate of the central arena by a hulking brute, more monstrous than humanoid, but he was definitely a demon by the looks of him. Rippling muscles and scales the thickness of tank armor, this creature looked like it was half-dragon, half-crocodile that had somehow figure out how to stand on his two hind legs. His massive jaws snapped in their direction for a moment until he took a more careful look at the two of them, causing him to chuckle for a moment. "You lot gonna foight, eh? Told ta expect you. Go on in," he said, stepping aside and opening the gate for them, allowing them access to the ready rooms at the base of the arena. Most of the spectators used ramps and bridges between the arenas to get around, leaving the ground floor for those that actually fought or worked around these places.
The places smelled of sweat, medical ointments, blood, and a lot of pent up anger, as various fighters were either preparing for their turn in the fights or training under the extremely loud voices of their instructors. Considering this was the middle arena, each of the fighters in these rooms had scars and builds that betrayed their years of combat experience, all of them itching for an excuse to kill something or someone. Lilim, of course, was not worried about a thing, continuing to lead the way until they finally arrived at the foreman's office.
Gorflame and another demon were talking to an almost serpentine-looking demon at the desk. His features were flat, eyes reptilian, and his scales and tail betrayed a more Boa-like appearance. He still walked on two legs and possessed two arms, but his fingers consisted of two appendages and a thumb, giving him a rather alien look despite also being a demon. The weight of one's sins and excesses in the mortal life determined the appearance and role you would become once condemned to Hell... though some of the really old demons were still able to choose their appearances and, indeed, help shape the appearances of those that followed them. The foreman was probably not one of them, though--probably.
”Littering on your own planet, tsk, tsk,” Yan teased while keeping a grin. It wasn’t exactly the standard a queen should set now, was it? Was garbage man and janitor well sought out positions here? He didn’t give her time to take back her actions though, hurrying on ahead with a bit more vigor.
”I’ve met people stronger than you who were younger than a century,” Yan offered her, even speaking of her pure physical might, though it was a guestimate, since he’d yet to see her full glory. It was true the scariest people he faced were also terribly, terribly old, but youngins could still make their mark on him. Geniuses and prodigies existed throughout history, and while Gorflame did not strike him as one, he would be happy for the surprise.
It was also possible as she said that his partner would boost his ability to something formidable. Yan and Lilim were hardly team players, nor did they have any real experience fighting together. There had been a few instances he let Lilim run wild, and maybe that would have been most effective, but it seemed like he wanted to play a little himself today. For their sloppiness to be perfectly countered by good team work would not surprise him at all.
”Indeed,” he said with a little less energy as they made their way to the gates and the first minor stop.
Lilim had talked to his nostalgia but it really didn’t hit him until he read the name on that poster. He was different then, maybe. He’d like to think so. There were a few defining moments in his life and his time in Sildin’s had happened in between two of them. Back then he hadn’t hit rock bottom but he teetered close to it, pulling himself up just enough to breathe.
He was still angry back then. It was likely a hard thing to consider for people that knew him now. Yan wasn’t one to stay angry. In fact, there was still only one thing that fueled a simmering rage within him, but most of the energy for it had left him a long time ago, in that defining moment. Even after Lilim’s majining, the betrayal of it, there was less anger and more hurt. His spite was to return the favor and he gained satisfaction to see it to fruition, but it wasn’t much of real anger. Any anger was really fixed on himself, but he had learned to quell it in that direction.
But back then he was furious. He hated everything and everyone along with himself, and he had no idea what to do with it. Sildin’s picked him up with promises of drugs and violence and it had suited him for awhile. His smile then was dark and spiteful, twisted and cruel. His relationships were all fake and cultivated as varying games. The associates of the circus, the sponsors and the fools, were tools of his deception and he played so many parts to distract him from himself for a long time.
And he fought of course. He fought brutally without any care for life or compassion. It was not that he killed someone that Sildin held a grudge now, it was that he killed someone and then quit instead of taking the man’s place to keep their money flowing. He ran threw opponents in mixtures of murder and torture back then and learned to play with his food. He made many enemies. He was well hated, but the crowd loved him, so the circus did too.
Walking through those gates reminded him of the large tent and the insides were colored in his mind. It was not the nostalgia he wanted. Even after that defining moment, it was so easy to slide backwards.
After Sildin’s lost its luster, another thing that he would rage at silently, he quit and eventually did hit rock bottom.
He had dropped Lilim’s hand while they looked at the poster and now his right moved up to touch his left wrist where the ragged x shaped scar rested over the veins. It was never some suicide attempt of course, but it was something he had done very deliberately when he reached a place he could not recognize himself. He let go of his wrath, faced down his past, and moved forward for the first time in his adult life, but he always slipped up. It was always easier. That sick demented smile was so much easier to make then the easy going and cheerful one he’d created to replace it. It would be easier to just murder every single person here.
Such dark thoughts, not quite eased by touching his rough and damaged skin, but it was his reminder not to slip too far. He was different now. Maybe. He looked back however and didn’t think of much he would have done differently. Maybe he would have looked after that girl better. Maybe he would have cared more for Lavan and the prize she was, who cared for him despite everything he was.
But no. The defining moment of his time in Sildin’s Circus would have remained the same and had in fact, repeated over the course of his life after. He wasn’t much different at all.
He showed none of this in his expression. There was no slip like there had been at the actual trigger of the poster. His face remained blank and he had learned to let his gaze wander to make it seem like he was simply taking in the environment around him. When his eyes found Gorflame though, it snapped him a little back into place and he released his wrist to lift in a wave and regained his smile—the cheerful one.
”Gorflame~!” Yan called ahead, greeting the man like an old and cherished friend he was genuinely happy to see, versus a man they’d only met last night and who hoped to fight them potentially to the death. He skipped ahead with childish excitement that probably made the foreman question who he was rather than think he was the decided opponent. Yan’s aura was still muted and Yan did not have a typical fighter’s build. He was small, and while his muscles were defined he was still on the skinner side. The only scars he had were covered by clothes you would not expect someone to fight in, and his boyish wonder made him seem more of a fan and spectator versus a seasoned fighter.
Total: 8,176 / 8,000
Total: 8,176 / 8,000