With the Phase 1 groups winding down, we're leaving a lot of you split up from the groups you'd normally travel in, and many of you might enjoy RPing getting back together with friends. Remember, this was simply the battle for Toffit. There is a much larger war looming, and much preparation to be done on both sides. Feel free to throw as much or as little of that in this thread! It will close when Phase 2 officially begins!
Pit and Vinclum groups, please wait until your threads are closed to post here.
The Tempest of Souls had scanned the reminisce of the battlefield, it had seemed that they were coming in at the end of the fight. He took a mental note of each of the people that had made it back, the whole group that had gone to heaven was all present. There was one extra though, a green skinned kai that thrashed about violently like a child in the arms of the orange haired brute. While the kai thrashed Odyn lifted his palm, his body mustering what little energy it had left to subdue the kai. Finally there was silence, a bit of it for the first time in what felt like ages.
Legion landed against the soil with a soft thud, Darion still beside him from his instant transmission. The skies were covered in gray, the horizon as dark as ever with the ever lingering scent of blood and demons. The Tempest of Souls could smell everything, the blood that stained the battlefield was just the first thing, there was something much more threatening that he perceived appearing in a wave of demonic energy. An Old One, a beast from the depths of hell that had managed to make it to the material realm. His face twisted into a look of disgust, old habits die hard it seemed, Hades’ personality was still able to shine through to the surface.
“Vile beast.” Spat Hades through Legion’s body, though no one would know the difference. Legion blinked, the smell no longer hitting him in the face like it had. Through that moment he regained his composure and was able to sentence Hades back into the depths of his soul once more. The shackles were loosening on the Exiled King, what a horrifying thought. A sigh was expelled from his lips, running his fingers through his hair and moving the two strands in the front that normally hung on the sides of his face. “So, what now?” Legion asked looking back over the Lords of Terror and the Cosmic Emperor.
Recoome’s arms held tight around the Kai as the whole group managed to transport themselves back to Toffit, the familiar scent of non-heavenly impurities filling Recoome’s nostrils. He breathed deep and grinned, eyes turning to Chaos in success. Against all odds they had made it out with the Master in tow, and without losing anybody as well. To make matters even better, they had captured one of the Kais who had been tormenting them, and now he would be made to face judgement.
In the distance, smoke rose from the horizon. Without warning a huge blast of sulphuric-scented energy whipped across the area that they were standing in, washing them with the demonic aftershock of whatever attack had been launched. That could only be one person - somebody that he needed to see.
Recoome turned to Odyn and Darion, his arms still tight around the Kai. ”Perhaps one of you could do Recoome a favour since we so graciously saved your lives - fetch Azazel and bring him to Recoome. Recoome has a gift with his name on it…”
Before they could respond, Odyn sent a blast flying at the Kai. It hit him with a dull splash and his thrashing limbs went limp. Recoome released him and let his body collapse onto the ground - paralysed, but alive. His face broadened into a grin as he stepped over to Chaos and clapped him on the shoulder. ”Another successful trip, Recoome thinks. Perhaps this war won’t be such a hassle after all.”
Legion’s question caused him to turn, and as he did so he spotted three figures standing nearby - Captain Ginyu, Dende and Broly. After they had separated Recoome had assumed the worst, but he knew it was harder than that to take down a Cosmic Lord. He waved off Legion, hoping Chaos would give him instruction, and walked over to his three brothers. ”Well, Recoome has quite the story to share. Hopefully you have the same?”
Post by Yakumo Narikan on Aug 4, 2020 19:34:09 GMT -5
Yakumo recalls his adventure looking for the ruins on this planet and exploring deep into those caves with all the new friends he made and met as well as solving the puzzle inside of the cave and fighting the horde off goblins. The small human child feels he wants to stay by there side to save the kai's for he has formed friendships. He is determined and filled with courage ready to take on whatever challenge awaits for him next and that he will see it all to the end to save the council of the Kai's who saved Yakumo before.
Yakumo looks forward to the distance outside of the collapsed cave he has come from as he looks around at his companions who accompanied him here and he wonders where will this journey take him next and wonders if this entire universe is much bigger then he thinks still wondering where is his father. "ALRIGHT!!" he cheers and jumps
Tarble's foresight allowed him to make a move she didn't expect to see take place. The card she had placed face down suddenly activated itself. It was a certainty that what she placed down was meant to be an aide to the finishing blow. But she hadn't ascertained when it would be the right time to use it. That's when his valiant shout filled the hall of the study.
The enlarged card emitted a radical force that projected itself onto every opposing creature in the hall. Mirror Force had the power to vanquish any attacking creature foolish enough to think of the target as defenseless. So she watched as this card with its prismatic light expanded across from wall to wall. In awe she was that something like this could be so powerful. But she found herself with a smirk slowly forming onto her face as the creatures' dying cries rang out loud. At the peak of this expanding light they would perish. Then the hall would revert to its normal dimness that once added to the quiet the study as meant to have. Also happening was the disintegration of her nightmare steel cage. This would allow her to move freely around the hall again. Her first move was to approach Tarble. The timing was uncanny.
"Kasume, are you safe?" he would call to her just before she approached.
With a leap she came to his side somehow satisfied with peace returning to the study. Her smirk was full form now, choosing only to respond with just a nod. Then she watched as his eyes grew too heavy to remain open, his knees buckling and she knew what would happen. And so her arms extended and she shifted a bit further to her side so that she could catch him, non-permitted to collapse completely. The portal was still open. The others had gone. There was but one place for them to go, but would the portal bring them to same place? Appearing shortly after catching was a book floating encased in light and she would look to it for a moment. Upon one look at the cover she came to realize it was the one that could help her with the growing crisis on Dekalb. But what to do with the fallen hero here? It was unorthodox of her to do so but perhaps in returning to Dekalb she would tow him along where he could recover from the wounds.
Gently she laid him down. Then she noticed the attachment on her arm hadn't disappeared. This duel disk had become a permanent possession it seemed.
So, this is the power of Jared's game. I wonder if he's aware that it's more than that.
The portal awaited. She had no idea how much longer it would remain so. She had the book tucked under her arm. Carrying a whole body along with this book would be easy enough. But as a spell caster, there were better ways. So she would raise her arms as if intending to spread wings. In doing so she brought light from the ground on up above her head, forming a dome. The energy veiled them completely before changing into the shape of an ascending angel. With this the portal would swallow them. And she would guide the two of them through. Destination, her home. She would leave an opening through once reaching the cabin that was her home. With luck she would find the concoction she made for Wilt still plentiful, with its aroma just fading. Wilt had to ingest this. Tarble on the other hand would nearly need to take in its soothing aroma which she would revive in a moment. Her couch would cradle him in the mean time. Holding up the bowl with her focused glance on it, she allowed her mystic energies to channel into the bowl.
"Revive, I command you!" she instructed the concoction, causing it to regain its freshness.
Now she would watch as the contents converted to a misty to sailed about the room looking to surround the unconscious hero in hopes of getting its scent to his senses.
Post by Jared Miruzuki on Aug 5, 2020 11:35:34 GMT -5
Jared made his way to Kasume's cabin. Before his upcoming journey he felt it right to tell her what was going on. He had complained about her going off without saying much. Why would he do the same?
You're sure you want to do this?
"Not much else makes sense. I know she wants to stay here but it's likely we won't be back for a good while once we start this so I need her up on things,"
The cabin was just ahead anyway so it was happening one way or another. He picked up his footsteps to a jog making his way to the front door. That's when he noticed something odd happening at his right side pouch. Both he and Freed looked there curiously. That "pouch" was squarish and held something for his D-Wheel project.
Jared, your deck is glowing.
These cards only responded to the mystical presence of others. The only person he could think of holding a deck of duel monsters cards was Ayumi. Was she here too? Hastily he flung open the door.
"Kas? Ayumi? Are you here?"
He entered the cabin and could hear sounds in the next room. He went there and that's when he would see Kasume, busy with yet another one of her spells. But what was she using it for? Freed's stronger perception caused him to point past her to the couch. A man seemed to be laying there. This one was the subject of her spell.
"Kas, what are you doing and who is that?"
Looking to where Freed was pointing, he noticed a very familiar object.
"Is...is that a duel disk!?"
Kas was a duelist now? Had he been in the hospital that long? His cards were undoubtedly reacting to her. Now there were a bunch of questions. And she seemed to have only one thing to say.
"I'll explain shortly. For now be quiet. He's injured,"
It seemed she had become a cleric with all this healing she was doing lately. Upon finishing the spell she was casting, he would then get to learn about her recent events. And now the look of jealousy was so strong on him.
"You were off saving the universe with card games AND DIDN'T CALL ME??" he cried with his tears of jealousy freely flowing.
It seems his feelings are hurt. But perhaps the situation was beyond her control to do so.
Jared sneered at Freed and his response. "Quiet! No excuses! I can see something big is happening here. I couldn't dream of a situation like this cropping up. So my mind is made up!"
He's about to do something rash..., The spirit said to himself.
On his knees and at his feet looking like some sort of poet, the boy looked up to her, with adoration in his eyes, "Until your ordeal is finished, I am at your side to assist in any way I can, dear mistress!"
Freed looked away. Watching Jared throw himself like this got to be annoying from time to time. But he knew just like that they were sidetracked once again. Now he would just wait for Jared to gather himself and the other person to awaken, so that their next move would become apparent.
He couldn't quite put to words what this was. An aroma washed over him like a blanket of beautiful energy. It seeped into his pores, traveled up his nostrils and coursed throughout his injured frame. Nerves began to mend, damage became irrelevant. His body was healing and quickly at that. His eyes came to a very slow open. He blinked once, twice. The Heretic's eyes flickered around the room, hastily trying to figure out where he was. His body wished to jerk up, but in the middle of trying to get up, he let out a groan of pain.
"Damn it.." The Mirror Force left his body far more fragile than he intended. It seemed that the card used his energy to deliver the final blow. They were out of the library, but where was he? No, he could remember this place..
He shook his head slowly, but there was no mistaking it. He was on Dekalb and staring its champion right in the face. "Kasume?" His eyes gazed upon her uninjured features for a few seconds, only for a smile to tug at the corner of his lips. "Thank goodness you're safe." With all that happened back at the library, it wouldn't be too much of a hyperbole to say they could have died back there.
Now he was met with the sight of not only Kasume but another man. A man with fresh tears flowing down his cheeks. Was he worried for Tarble? No, that was perhaps too presumptuous. But he did take note of the pouch upon the man's waist, a rectangular shape glowing ever so slightly against his gaze. The shape.. it looked oddly familiar. He raised his left hand, seeing the card he had grabbed from the library still nestled between his digits.
Reverse of Reverse.
One of the two cards played that saved their lives back there. Again, not hyperbole, but if Kasume and Tarble were not in perfect sync back there, they may have truly been sacrifices to Other World. The shape matched that of the pouch, so the Saiyan chose to raise the card further into the view of Jared. "Do you.. know anything of this thing?" He had read the description of the card, but it held functions that were beyond his knowledge.
As they spoke, Tarble slowly pushed his upper body up along the sofa. A Saiyan frame would not be left idle for very long, slowly taking refuge against the sofa cushions behind him. He rested his back against them, a long sigh leaving his lips. ".. So this place is safe." This was the site of one of his biggest regrets, after all. He could still remember the fear taking him over. The energies of his former comrades converging upon the planet. Yamato not arriving in time to assist in the fight. Kasume disappearing, Daji yelling for him to flee.
He had believed this planet to be destroyed in the wake of that series of unfortunate events.
Yet it stood. Yet it stood!
He smiled even wider. "Yes!" A chuckle reached him as he looked ahead at Kasume and Jared. "This fight's going to get a lot harder. This attack on Toffit-- I have a feeling it's only the beginning of a very long war." Jared was a new arrival who seemed to be a bit out of the loop. "But.. you need to be caught up." He chose to take this time to speak to Jared about the events of the library from the attack on Toffit to the toon monsters to the all-out duel and it's finale. And then..
"We need to talk about our next move.. and what this means for the universe."
The phantom that hovered behind the blonde swordsman vanished, a blinding light covering the events that had truly transpired. Garou could sense roughly what was happening -- the one he recognized as Samael striking, perhaps absorbing the errant spirit. Whatever it was that tore through the portal was stopped just as quickly, impossibly large blasts of energy causing the whole world to quake as the once-possessed swordsman, Samael, and Aubriel flew into action.
And then, it was over. The Zoran had been thrust into the chaotic battle, largely done nothing, and everything had ended. A sense of despair washed over him, the realization that his contributions meant little weighing heavily upon Garou's mind. He maintained a calm demeanor as he surveyed the settling battleground, trying to focus on the present situation rather than his own inadequacies.
It was then that he realized how he must have appeared to the group that had been fighting under Toffit already. Garou and Shell stumbled into their fight, apparent intruders from below the temple. Samael and Aubriel were fighting against the Kais, their armies occupying the majority of the planet as it was. In that regard, the Zoran could easily be seen as an intruder or even an enemy of the rebellious gods and demons.
His first instinct was to try and contact the original group he had begun this strange mission with. Tapping a finger to the visor, Garou attempted to connect to the comms network he had been using just moments ago, but all that came to life on the UI was a field of grey-green static. It seemed that the massive amounts of energy had knocked his visor offline, at least temporarily. Meaning, he and Shell were stuck here in the midst of a potentially contentious situation.
Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, a number of unfamiliar yet powerful energy signatures began to pop into existence nearby. No matter who they were, things weren't looking good for the lone Zoran. If the freshly arriving individuals were allied with the rebellion, they were more potential hostiles for Garou to deal with; if they were allied with the Elder Council, there was a chance they knew the particulars of his actions under the temple.
Either way, he was going to be put in an awkward position, so he decided to nip the problem in the bud. His reasons for coming to Toffit were personal in the first place, and reaching the Elder Council was only one means to an end for Garou. But now that he had been tossed into the territory of the rebellion, another path had opened before him.
Bold footsteps carried the Zoran toward the Celestial Dragon herself, Aubriel. "My greetings," he said with formality, making a small bow. "I am called Garou. It was not my intention to drop into the affairs of the Kais like this, but now that I am here it would be remiss of me to pass up this opportunity. If I could have a moment of your time, I have a proposition that may suit your forces."
The Elder Council had escaped him after such a confoundingly pointless labyrinth. The Kai whose projection Garou and Shell encountered led them to an empty chamber, where they were dragged into this battle. He never had much faith in them, but if Garou were to become a sacrificial pawn for those who saw themselves as above him, they truly were tyrannical. Having survived the battle, his remaining course of action was obvious.
It all happened quickly. Just like that the battle was over. How all of it happened? Well that was a story for another topic. All that the Namekian knew at this point was that he was likely not going to be a very welcomed guest here. Darkness spilled out from almost all of them, but that also did raise questions. Why was Bulma here with them? Why was one of the Elders here helping them? Did they both get thrown into a bad situation like he had or was something much more nefarious going on?
It was as he was trying to figure out all of this that a group of powerful warriors reemerged on the scene. The powers that they had were obvious and it was clear that this was going to become messy if he stayed around. Luckily at that moment he heard a message from Brianne. Even though it was full of static the closely connected network that they had let the message go through,
”We have freed the Kai’s they are back on Avalon!”
Shell looked at the others, Garou was already heading off to talk to the Elder and Bulma seemed to be involved with all of this as well. He would figure it all out at another time. As he flew in the air he shrugged at the group, ”Well, glad I could help beat that evil guy, but I think my welcome has worn out… bye!” Just like that he blinked away, popping back onto his ship just outside of Toffit space.
He quickly programmed the coordinates and sent it on Auto Pilot back to Avalon. He looked around quickly and then faded away once more arriving on Avalon standing right next to Brianne, the Elders and a group of others that had all gathered at this one place. Shell didn’t take long to figure out where exactly he was. The Senate Hall was nearby, but this was a place he had never been before. Right at the base of the High Council Chambers. The Namekian knew it was the place where the Royal Bloodline sat. The Avalon Protectorate might have been a republic, but kings and queens still ruled particular worlds. Avalon itself was no different and being at the Council Chambers seemed to be a rather unique honor.
Brianne looked at Shell as he arrived, ”So yeah I managed to free them with an ancient ritual, in doing so we ended up back here and the Royal Guard has already went inside to talk to the High Council. It does seem like we have gotten ourselves into a rather crazy situation with Avalon now right at the center of things.”
Shell couldn’t help, but to question if all the work that had been done to rebuild the Paladin Order, the Protectorate and strengthen the Senate and Military; if all of that had been for nothing. Had they just brought a war to their footsteps by bringing these Elders here. He had seen what happened on Toffit first hand and he highly doubted things would just end there. It seemed war was imminent.
He didn’t have time to worry about that though. Arriving back on world had triggered Maris, Ury, Uble and Trike and from what he could tell it also was obvious that a few Senators were on the way as well including Hunting. Shell sighed looking at his friend, ”We might have opened up a can of worms that won’t be easily sealed back up.” He got a very serious look on his face thinking back to what he had just experienced and the powers on Toffit and the allies as well that seemed to be with them ”We may have just unlocked pandoras box.”
Brianne got a very serious look on her face hearing this, but the serious look calmed rather quickly as she was almost programmed to stay positive, ”Well in that story that only thing that was left in the box was hope.” She looked at the Elders, looked in the direction of the military leaders heading this way, looking in the direction of the Senators heading towards them and then to the High Council Chambers entrance, ”Maybe we secured that hope for the entire universe with our actions.” She was optimistic as always, but did know that by what Shell was saying that all of this was rather serious too. It seemed like the Universe was on the brink of war once again.
That was when the Magical Girl realized something very important. She was also standing with all of her friends that had helped her do this. She walked over to them, grabbing Shell’s arm to drag him along too. Walking up to the group she smiled, ”Hello everyone, this is my powerful friend Shell that I may have told you about in the past. He is super cool and strong, even if he is a little shy at first, it grows on you eventually. You all will love him like I do!”
She then looked at Shell and motioned to those with her, ”This is Barkley, Jutters, Kotarou, Juch and…” She realized that she didn’t actually know the other two that had come with them. She gritted her teeth a little, ”I’m sorry I don’t actually know who you two are,” She said looking at Yamato and Zyren at this point, ”I am Brianne de Chateau, Master Guild Approved Master of Love, General and Paladin for the Avalon Protectorate. I guess it is also my duty to welcome you all here and thank you for helping out. We couldn’t have done it without you.” They had helped her, but they were also in such a rush that she hadn’t yet gotten to meet them yet officially. She just hoped that they would understand that things had to be rushed a little.
Shell gave a comforting smile to each of them and then looked back at the Elders, ”I am not entirely sure what happened, but I can tell you one of the Elders is seemingly working with the people that caused this entire war to start in the first place. We might want to be cautious moving forward. I also think we were deceived by the Supreme Kai of Time with all of this too.” His only reason for this was that they had been led to nothing outside of two flares of power and an empty room after she allowed them to pass. If it was that hard to pass the trials then why did all of that happen?
That last part was important to him, but surprising to Brianne. The Maiden of Love looked at her friend and shook off his claims, ”Actually, she was super helpful.” She said with a smile on her face, ”She showed me the ritual to save the elders and even guided the rest to find the tools we needed to perform it. Are you sure it was the Supreme Kai of Time? It seems rather odd that she would have deceived you without helpful she was to me.”
It was more confusion at this point added to the situation. Shell didn’t have the answers yet, but he hoped that eventually he would. For now, they would just have to wait and see. Well that and get Avalon and the Protectorate ready for war. No matter what she said, he knew they had brought that war right to the doorsteps of Avalon by bringing the elders here.
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They had done it. Hit saw the boy free himself from the corruption and the essence of Pythius had finally faded away and the rift had closed. What Alice, Bulma, Aria and Azazel had done was not really known to the Assassin, but it did appear to be some sort of cleansing exorcism of sorts. It had done the trik and the battle was over and things had begun to turn back to normal by the looks of it. Hit calmed his energy, tucking his hands back into his coat and yawning. It was a completed job, but it certainly wasn’t what he was looking for. It was more of what he had come to expect from this Universe and he really didn’t know if that was for him or not.
He closed his eyes when suddenly a flare of power returned to the scene. He looked up to see the group of the Cosmic Empire return to the planet. The tavern was destroyed, used as weapon actually during the battle with Pythius, but the ruined area still made a good enough setting. They also seemed to have a prisoner with them. The loud one told someone to fetch him Azazel, but it wasn’t like he was hard to see at this point. The entire place was rather destroyed by all the devastation that had been laid upon it by the battle. Most of them had little problem dropping techniques on the warzone that had no problem decimating all that was left from the previous struggle that had happened here.
The Assassin calmly looked at the boy that had been possessed by the old one and saw that he was back to himself. He could sense a hint of the demonic energy within him, a skill the powers Lucifer had unlocked within him, but he was actually himself from the looks of things. He then looked at the others, most of them were clearly showing fatigue from the war they had just fought, but they were all healthy by the looks of it. His eyes then moved naturally to Bulma, the Shadowguard Betrayer and Bounty Target that he had noticed from the very start of this encounter.
Part of him wanted to end her right now and claim his reward, but she had been an ally on this day. He was also not yet specifically contracted to kill her. He could have if he desired, but for now she had earned her keep and he saw no reason to end her life. It was almost concerning that his desire to do his job well had let the Old One try to possess him like he had the young boy shortly after. Was he too dedicated to the job if it would actually provide a weakness that could be used against him?
He began to think on this, waiting to see what was going to happen next. The entire situation still seemed to be awkward to him and obviously he wanted to make sure his services were properly compensated. The Assassin would have been lying to himself too if he didn’t actually want to see where things were going from here. It did appear as if this was just the tip of the Iceberg on the entire chaotic situation. He didn’t know even completely what was happening here, but he did want to find out. All he really knew was bits about Azazel’s past and the Cosmic Empire. With them both being in play here and Kai’s, Elders and Old Gods as well it seemed as if they were messing with something far beyond normal mortal issues. He would slowly make his way into position to better assess what was going on and hope that maybe he could learn more before taking his leave. This was all likely very important to the Assassin business if a war was really about to break out across the entire Universe like he was feeling was possible at this point.
EVERYBODY wants to be a BEAST, until it is time to do what real BEASTS DO!
And just as fast as it all had started it had ended. The Elder Councils failed attempt at a civil war by enlisting the aid of the Kai's and the forces they controlled in heaven had failed. The last of the enemy forces had made their tactical retreat, their losses having been mounting as the Fallen army hunted them down and laid waste to their fortified positions. The Archangels forces had even swarmed the lower catacombs of the once glorious fortress and then delved into the bowls of the planet itself on the hunt for any remaining demonic forces. For the first time in millennia Toffit was demon free, the entirety of the hoard slain or taken by the Old One Pythius.
The primordial shook his head slightly as he thought of his ancient enemy. He had been biding his time for so long, planning so carefully to take him out and he too had failed. It was a testament to the group that he had fought beside that they had become victorious, that they had stopped the dimensional summoning of wormwood and that now the prince utterly and fully held dominion over which he had come to take.
Commander Izuel appeared next to his liege lords side just as he had finished contemplating, his eyes falling over the now rag tag group of fighters. His eyes lingered upon Bulma a tad more than the others and then he turned to the Commander of his forces.
"Sire, it is done, the Kai's and their forces have fled... though while the Elders have escaped along with Ramiel, we have determined they could of only gone to one place, Avalon."
Azazel nodded as he continued to walk, his focus was solely upon Aubriel who had clearly seen better days. He stood before her, the android Aria close to her as she had brought her safely away from the inferno in the sky not mere moments before. He bypassed the young warrior that had been addressing her with a slight wrinkle of his nose, mortals he thought to himself. The Celestial Dragon appeared to give him a small grin of satisfaction at a job well done, but the prince had other thoughts on his mind, other objectives. He could feel the raging inferno of power inside his vessel. The swirling energies of Pythius now consumed soul and the divine grace of his long since slain youngest brother... the fool of an Archangel who thought he could take the REAPER himself down. He needed to free space or no matter how powerful he was, the host body he used would not survive.
"Aubriel..." Azazel the Lord Archangel grabbed the Seraphim by the sides of her head and looked down upon her, his transformed sapphire hued irises boring into his new ally. He had done something similar once already, taking a portion of his younger brothers grace and infusing it into the Cosmic Emperor. Gifting to Chaos primordial energies that in time would continue to grow and perhaps even elevate him to greater heights. That would be for him to decide and not something he would force upon his Herald. Aubriel however was the pinnacle of her station. The highest tier Seraphim he had seen in eons... she had earned this and it was only fitting that it would be HE who would make this happen.
"It is time for you to awaken... what was taken from one who was unworthy... a brother who is now gone... I give unto thee!"
Azazel's sapphire hued eyes glowed with a supernatural radiance as he poured into her and intertwined Raguel's Archangelic grace. A brilliant light and a shining radiance lit the landscape as he finished. The process took mere moments, but the ramifications would last the amount of time it took mountains to rise and erode. Here before him now stood Aubriel, the Archangel.
"I now call you sister, you are now among my Kin having been reborn from our slain brothers grace... These powers are yours to use as you see fit, that is the luxury and the burden of being what you are now, an Archangel of the cosmos."
Izuel knelt upon the ground as Azazel turned to walk away and then he stopped, his eyes falling upon the same mortal he had passed. "Kneel boy, it is not everyday you are graced with the birth of an Archangel right before your eyes!" Izuel stood once more and hesitated in his movements as he waited for the prince to do something else or say something further. He opted to remove his attention back to Aubriel.
"I hope Aubriel, we can continue to work together to rid the taint of the Kais as we did with Pythius."
And then he vanished, his body rematerializing among the resurgence of Darion, Chaos, Recoome and a being he knew as Legion. Izuel was only moments behind as Azazel noticed the Celestial warrior they had with them and then the KAI standing between Chaos and Recoome, chains locking and imprisoning the other worldly entity as Recoome bellowed for the very being that had just arrived.
"My my my... went into Heaven and brought me back two presents did you?" The prince chuckled as he stepped forward, his transformed state melting away to leave him in his base form. His ebony locks caught the wind as his crimson eyes stared into the Kai before him and then over toward what he could only surmise was the lost Elder of Toffit. The one Aubriel had wanted rescued from that damnable prison.
"I hope you lot had as much fun as we did here" Azazel waved around at the desolation and the ruins before clapping Chaos on the left shoulder, his ebony gauntlet creating quite the thunderous echo. "I thank you for bringing me this piece of shit... It has been sometime since one of these cowards ever tried to act themselves, I'm sure he thought he was safe in his little domain."
Azazel backhanded the Kai across the face, jingling the chains that sealed him. "My oh my.. just as soft as I remembered." The archangel spit upon the ground as he moved to draw one of his blades from his pocket dimension and then he stopped. The armored man they had brought with them... he held a blade within his grasp that resonated with him, called to him as if begging to be freed and returned to its rightful place.
"Is that what I think it is?" The reaper chuckled, he had not seen that blade since the fall... since he had lost it from his grip when Michael cast him from Pandora and into the bowls of the burning hells with Lucifer.
"Well Well WEll... my day truly just keeps getting better."
Izuel placed a hand upon Azazel's shoulder as he turned his attention to what looked like a Galactic News Crew off at a safe distance. Somehow they had managed to sneak themselves on world... or so they would of liked to believe. But this was the princes doing through his right hand Izuel. Azazel wanted the galaxy to see all of this... everything that had taken place.
"It appears you have an audience my lord."
The prince nodded as he stuck his right hand out and with his mind pulled the Archangel Blade from the grip of Odyn. The blade cleaved through the air, twirling end over end until the primordial grabbed the hilt into his grasp and steadied the ancient artifact. The Cosmic forged edge erupted into a fiery radiance as it returned to the hands of its host, the Archangel of Death. The air around them all began to heat up as the very metal of the sword began to radiate the heat of a burning star. Fire engulfed it as Azazel took a practice swing with his long lost blade. He only hoped they had taken care of this relic while it was in their possession or Heavens Jail would be the least of Odyns worries.
"What is your name Kai?"
The prince took a step forward, his eyes never wavering from the despicable piece of shit that was brought to his world. Azazel lunged, grabbing a handful of the Kai's hair and ripping his head back. His mouth closed in close to his preys ear. "Answer me!!"
The Kai's voice quivered, "Gaiibouye!"
The prince chuckled, releasing the man's hair and taking a step back as he twirled his divine object through the air. "What kind of fucking name is that... how hard did you hit this fool?" Azazel looked over at Recoome with both his eyebrows raised before returning back to the Kai. He walked around to the side of the one named Gaiibouye and faced the news crew out in the distance, his sword slowly rising upwards as he began to speak, his voice magnified so their broadcast could pick up his words.
"Mortals, here kneels one of your GODS!" Azazel kicked the chained up Kai to his knees. "A symbol you have been told to worship, a Kaioshin... the Kai's would have you believe they are the true masters of the cosmos, the true fabricators of creation... but this is a LIE!"
Azazel touched the tip of his fiery sword to Gaiibouye's check, his flesh bubbling as it burned from the intense heat, shock seized his body as his eyes rolled back into his head.
"I am here to rectify this... to show you the Kai's are false idols... they are the taint upon your creation and a taint that I must purge to restore the NATURAL ORDER!"
The primordial removed the radiant blade from the now scarred Kaioshins face as he pointed the blade at the camera off in the distance. "Let me show you how easily what you worship can be wiped away!"
In a swift one stroke motion Azazel cleaved Gaiibouye's head clean from his shoulders, the Kai's body immediately slouched to the side as his head bounced upon the rocky surface of the scarred battlefield. Azazel spit upon the ground as he spoke once more. "Join me for your freedom, your evolution... or... end up like your false GODS!" Azazel pointed the fiery archangel blade once more towards the crew. "We...are...coming!"
Reaching out with his left hand the reaper of death pierced the veil and plucked the newly deceased Kai's soul from the current. The squirming mass of pure energy tried to escape his grip as he plunged his cosmic relic into and through the soul, its burning energies scorching Gaiibouye's existence out of reality permanently. "The only good death for a Kai is a true one!" He spat before relinquishing his prized sword back into his pocket dimension.
"Someone get that mortal filth off my world." He waved towards the news crew and Izuel nodded, quickly motioning for a few soldiers to "deal" with them.
"I'm headed back to my compound, we can rest and talk there before anything else..."
Azazel stopped and chuckled, after so nonchalantly executing a Kaioshin on a live broadcast to the galaxy he had forgotten. His powers flaring ever so slightly he snapped the fingers on his right hand. Portals sprang to life all across Toffit, portals that would lead to pre determined destinations, portals that would take his well trained and imposing army to start his conquest against the Kai's creation!
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hey were able to make it out of the cave in time and he had to admit that he sorts of had some fun. Unfortunately, he didn’t do anything that he set out to accomplish and that bothered him. He did find what could probably have been considered a rare treasure of some kind, but the Avatar of War didn’t want to pawn it off like he originally planned to do. It was as if it was bonded to his very soul and he didn’t want to break the connection between the two.
Meanwhile the little goblin that he’d rescued from the peril of that mayhem remained on his head, but he completely forgot about them. He slid the strap that came with his newly acquired weapon and slung it around to his back. Something didn’t make sense to him and he didn’t understand it. Before he arrived the onboard computer for the ship, he traveled in told him that there was a war that was going on.
As the Avatar of War, it should be fitting that he’d have to pick a side in what was going on. He, however, didn’t have any motivation for something like that. He didn’t really care about the Kais nor did he care about the ones trying to stop them. There were two things that drove him to do what he was currently doing. One was to go wherever someone asked him to or rather paid him to. He learned that his attacker might be a highly skilled bounty hunter.
If that was the case, it would only make sense that he’d run into them if he took on missions that only the wealthy could afford. He immediately thought back on the group that he ventured into the caverns with and wondered if one of them could be who he sought out for. The only bits of information that he had on his target was that they had a similar tattoo like him on their arm and that they were an expert with ice combat.
Nah, none of them could be him.
His other reasons for what carried him on was his friends. He wanted to either help them or do whatever he could to make sure that they made it out alive. Right as he looked up, he then noticed that the energy that he felt earlier from the other side of the planet had vanished. It was a little too quiet he thought and then that was when the goblin started to bang on his head. It was as if that bang caused his senses to heighten, his nose smelled strawberries and vanilla.
The Zaunite then noticed the ginger-haired man, wanting to see if they were alright. He wasn’t the best judge when it came to someone being fine, but to him he felt like they were. He then looked off into the distance, wondering if he should go to where that location on the other side of the planet was. Sadly, for him, he couldn’t as he no longer had an energy to lock onto. Walid walked over to Yan to at least say goodbye to them.
“It was fun catching up, but I have something else I have to do,” he said to his friend.
Right after that, he looked off once more and contemplated something before he went. He was searching for a bounty hunter who apparently had a big reputation to their name. Wouldn’t it be more likely that he’d find them off at that location? Once more the scent of vanilla became stronger, prompting him to look over at Anna for a second. It wasn’t coming from her…? That was when he realized he didn’t imagine it earlier. He knew that he picked up Aria.
He was forced with a decision, either he could go after his own selfish mission or he could see her. A bead of sweat then rolled down his neck as he remembered that the organization who was after him had information about him. That made him worry because if that was true, surely, they would know about the brunette? He didn’t want to wait to even consider his options and immediately flew into the air off in the direction that the mother of his children was.
When he finally arrived, or at least close to where he wanted to go, he held his hand over his eyes to scout the area. He couldn’t help but notice that a battle of some kind had happened. Immediately he dropped to the ground and scratched his head.
“I wonder where she could be,” he said out loud, ignoring the area around him.
The rasping words of a primordial who had grown tired of the battle echoed across the battlefield, his words penetrating Android R’s very skull in a way that was not dissimilar to what he had tried to do to the ancient demon. He’d had enough and had decided to end this confrontation once and for all. It was a phrase that caused significant confusion within Android R’s logic processors. The least biological part of his composition, they were often dismayed at the choices made by biotic beings. The primordial wasn’t exactly biotic, that much was certain, but nevertheless he had been here all this time. Why was he now just deciding to end things if he had been capable all along? Perhaps that capability was something that he had only just achieved, such as his firmware upgrades from Juturna. Or perhaps he had forgotten the power. His was so vast, surely things must get lost from time to time.
As the hateful dialogue continued, Android R found himself wondering about the emotional investment from the self-styled archangel. Surely to an immortal being, these planets were mere trifles? Android R had struggled with such a concept himself. Aria was kin to him through manufacturer, yet he didn’t feel any sort of specific instinct that would compel him to feel emotionally invested in her safety. The same went for the rest of the Hunters arrayed here before him. As a member, he was obligated to protect them from harm but would not feel fury if he was unsuccessful.
The back and forth between the two beings as old as time itself continued unabated and resulted in something of a lull in the battle. Through the Nephilim grace that powered him, Android R could sense that something was happening beneath the surface of this battle – a silent war that continued in earnest between several of the members arrayed on the surface of Toffit. The ultimate sentence had Android R the most confused. Azazel had instructed everyone and no one to grab the android.
“But I’m right here,” he said before realising that he must have been talking about Aria. In fact, though it was dwarfed by the gargantuan power source that she was clinging to, he could detect her power growing and flickering as she fought the creature in the dimensional tear. With a snap of the archangel’s fingers, suddenly light was everywhere and everything was light. Android R’s optical receptors shut down, trying to conserve the sensitive equipment therein. When they were still overloading, he slammed his paws over his eyes. The metal beneath the surface did the trick, alloyed as it was with celestial elements. Nevetheless, the sheer power of the light and the ki energy behind it overwhelmed the Nephilim energy and Android R’s chassis went into complete lockdown mode to prevent it from being destroyed outright.
An unknown amount of time later, Android R restarted and got to his feet. He refocused on what was going on around him just in time to see Azazel remove the head from a kaioshin he had never seen before and who he was reasonably sure hadn’t been involved in the battle on the ground here. A news crew had also managed to arrive and Android R briefly wondered if they had gotten any shots of the defeated woodland creature laying on the ground while its systems reset. He doubted it – both in physical size and ability to outwardly project ki, Android R was dwarfed by the people around him. As he surveyed these warriors, Android R noticed that they had been joined by others – some of whom had journeyed to heaven. Perhaps they had been responsible for bringing the kaioshin. In addition to the reinforcements, what had been a united group had split in two. Some, like the archangel and the newcomers with the Kai, seemed to want some privacy. The rest, like his fellow hunters, were some distance away on their own.
Another fellow Hunter had also joined them and was currently talking to Bulma. Android R was reasonably sure that Walid hadn’t been at the pub or in the subsequent fight, but he was happy to see him nonetheless. Aria too had survived her melding with the energy creature and didn’t seem the worse for the experience. As his eyes fell upon the familiar group, an alert pinged in his diagnostic. There was a new ability there that hadn’t existed before. It seemed that some residual from the reflected nightmare was in his system and the diagnostic led him to believe that he could harness it and make an energy construct of his nightmare scenarios on the battlefield. If that was the case, he was about to have a great deal of fun with whomever decided his path was an appropriate one to cross.
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Azazel popped into existence right in the middle of their small group, his words causing Recoome’s lips to curl into a smile. ”Recoome certainly had fun - although the Kai didn’t seem to have quite so much,” he said, eyes tracking down to where the Kai lay. His eyebrow rose slowly as Azazel thanked the Emperor for delivering the Kai to him, but Recoome didn’t say anything. He wasn’t in this for the praise - battle was its own reward.
As the Archangel engaged the Kai, Recoome’s eyes moved to a different prize. Odyn, the armoured Master that they had saved, had removed his gauntlets in order to feel the soil beneath with his flesh. They were abandoned now, either forgotten or not required anymore. They were solid plate metal, but the knuckles were where they truly stood out to Recoome. Ancient glyphs flowed across them like water moving through a stream, constantly changing and morphing through one another. Almost on auto-pilot he stooped down and picked them up, tying them to his belt without sparing a glance to the Master.
Before Recoome knew what was happening, Azazel had his sword out and had apparently lit it on fire. He raised his eyebrow again, turning towards where Broly, Ginyu and Dende were standing. ”Always a show-off,” he said in a stage whisper, turning back just in time to see Azazel slice the Kai’s head clean off.
It fell on the floor with a dull thud, rolling a few feet as Azazel spoke to the camera crew. The Archangel dismissed them a moment later, turning his attention instead to the Lords of Terror and Legion. Recoome nodded at his words, turning to Chaos. ”Recoome believes that sounds as good a place as any to hold council. Somewhere without prying eyes,” he said, eyes lingering on several figures in the near distance who he recognised from before the fighting had begun, back in the tavern. He turned his head to look at Legion. ”Perhaps it would be wise for you to accompany us too, Legion - after all, Recoome’s memory is not perfect.”