He remembered it clearly, the three of them in a long hallway. It seemed to stretch on forever, into a cold and musty void that the darkness vibrated off of with an eerie sensation that could rile neck hairs. He recalled the box, and the decision to open it, but the rest was so hazy. His sealed eyes scrunched as he thought harder.
The inside of the box, brief flashes of his memory came back to him. Inside of that box was a vial of blood, a picture and some other belongings, but he couldn’t think of what exactly they were for the life of him. The picture, Broly thought again, forcing himself to concentrate. The picture of that big tittied lady, the voice in his head trailed off as it was replaced by another.
“Do it and I will carry you all to safety. Otherwise, you will face the darkness on your lonesome.”
All of a sudden the voice of the redheaded mistress whispered to him over and over, the wicked assurance ringing through his ears on repeat. It all came flooding back at once now, the contents of the box and the image of the woman. Her skin tight black silks hung over her body with a seduction that could reel in even the purest of men, and no one with two eyes and halfway decent sight could blame them. The woman, Ash, was the most tempting of demons, and sculpted an image deep within his psyche that Broly would not again soon forget.
We set her free, he remembered. A powerful prisoner of the heavens, and we set her free, he repeated with a spreading grin. He couldn’t help but laugh, praying to the gods that if they ever had the displeasure of encountering her again, that they would be marked some sort of allies. Allies.
“Dende, Ginyu!” the words slipped out of his lips in a low tone as he finally opened his eyes for the first time. To his left and right were his ill colored compadres, though it didn’t seem they were in Kansas anymore. Dark clouds swirled the sky, and thunderbolts crackled through the gaps as the saiyan eyed the night skies of Toffit. The landscape was carved by destruction and raindrops of flames as legions of the fallen army patrolled the premises. Broly could feel the density of the elder energies that spiraled around them, and there was but one being who could give off a ki so foreign, ancient, and dark. Azazel.
The celestial stood tall with his trademark craze, with none other than a kai kneeling at his boots. Whatever happened while the trio was away seemed to lead to the being making his return, and what a scene it was. A call from the mountain of muscle Recoome doubled in effectiveness as it pulled away his attention from the slaughter and eased his racing mind. For a man with such a pattern of speech, the man sure had a way with words. Broly grinned as the opposing mammoth seemed to pluck up some random goodies from the ground. Huh, I kinda wish I got some cool stuff.
His head turned back under Recoome’s suggestion, just in time to witness the snow white mohawk atop the decapitated head fall from the kai’s shoulders, and it immediately recommanded his full attention. Az has spoken, his message sent, and a kai destroyed. Now that’s how you get your point across, he nodded slowly with narrowed pupils. Then as if all of this wasn’t enough, an invitation was offered. Retreat to the compound with the W, and strategize the next step. How exhilarating, his conscious spoke.
God I hope they don’t ask me where I’ve been, he laughed off as he prepared to move forward.
Recoome once more waved Legion off, something that the Tempest of Souls was more than used to at the moment. He was nothing more than a bystander, it felt like he was a tool to be used when needed and placed back on the shelf until required once more. People were always the same, selfish and inconsiderate. Legion followed Recoome’s gaze to the others that had managed to make their way back into the midst of Toffit; Dende, Ginyu, and Broly. Admittedly Legion knew nothing more about them than their names, the Lords of Terror, however he expected them to be dead after their separation in heaven.
Short conversation between the Cosmic Lords was cut short from a power so ancient, it had appeared before the group in an instant, Azazel. Legion remained silent for the time, his eyes scanning over the battle hardened form of Samael, memories that had once been Hades swirled into his mind as if they were unfolding before him. There was rage that filled his souls, hate that twisted his mind, but more importantly excitement. What was the saying? Two birds with one stone? Legion had a chance that he hadn’t found in years, a war between the Kais and the Fallen, a chance to regain what was his.
Dabura, the Red Demon, had explained some time ago back on their training in Ippen, that the two fallen brothers had a ‘falling out’. Loyalties were somewhat on ends and Legion was in the game purely for himself. If the chance to kill Lucifer presented itself, he would. If the chance to take back his throne came around, he would. Azazel, the brother of the man responsible for all his pain and suffering, was on his list. Yet here in the times of war he offered something that he could not pass up. Legion held his hatred in because of his, not showing the slightest bit of emotion when the Lord himself appeared.
Legion continued to stay in the background, a support character to the war so far. Broly, the stoic saiyan remained silent as well, who knew what was going through his mind. Yet just as quickly as the primordial being appeared so did another, a fallen that was all too well known to the Exiled King, Hades, Izuel. The Commander of the Fallen and Duke of Hell, it had been the first time Legion had laid his eyes on the man clad in armor since the war. First time for Legion however, so there was only blurred memories that ran across his eye line, much like Samael’s presence the first time.
The next few things happened quickly, all before Legion’s eyes but far too quick to process it all at once. Recoome, in an almost thief like fashion, tied two gauntlets that once rested on the hands of Odyn. Then there were two thunderous claps that snapped the Tempest of Storms back into reality. Unsure of what the first one was he could piece together what the second, a backhand from a ebony gauntlet straight into the soft flesh of the kneeling kai.
Ever vigilant Izuel lifted his hand onto his Lord’s shoulder, his eyes scanning the horizon and nonchalantly motioning to silhouettes in the distance while. Azazel lifted his palm to the side almost instantly, Legion didn’t know if he was acknowledging the Galactic News Network’s presence but things continued to play out rather intensely. The sword that Odyn held onto and used during their battle in the arena of heaven suddenly twirled through the air, answering the call of the archangel. A soft clang from hilt to gauntlet filled the air before igniting with cosmic flames that rivaled the flames of hell.
The Walking Prison’s eyes remained on Odyn for the time. He could hear the words that were spoken around him, although he did not listen intently. There was only one real thing to note from another quick interrogation, the kai was named Gaiibouye. His mind raced through the memories of all the souls, yet nothing came up through his quick search for answers, was this kai relevant or just another pawn for a greater threat?
What happened next however was a message, a message to all who opposed the cause. Azazel was a man who knew how to send such a message and he took to sending it immediately. His brilliant display of swordsmanship was shown with a flourish of the blade before he turned to face the cameras of the GNN. A well spoken monologue began underway while the tip of the celestial sword seared the flesh of the kai’s neck. Gaiibouye stood no chance to the pain he was enduring, he seemed not to be a warrior, so just as quick as he felt the pain his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.
Then with the monologue reaching a crescendo he removed the sword. A single swing that is all it took to cleave Gaiibouye’s head clean off of his shoulders. Instantly cauterized there was no blood that spewed from the neck or the severed head. Few gasp from the camera crew could be heard as Azazel made another display of power and threat. There was nothing left of the kaioshin when he was done, not even a soul to mourn. Soldiers quickly swarmed on command as Samael turned to the Lords of Terror and addressed them once more.
Recoome turned to Legion, for the first time actually speaking to him in a non smart aleck way. He extended an invitation to join them in the council, to speak on the affairs that had transpired and may transpire in the future. The Tempest of Souls looked to his left and right, he could see each of the warriors still around in the destroyed ruins from the recent battle. He knew a few personally, considering a few allies strangely enough. He wasn’t sure of allies, never was. But even Legion was a selfish man, going with Samael and the Cosmic Empire would allow him to take one step closer to his goals.
His eyes took one last look at the group before falling to his hands. Resting in them still was the silver crown that impaled itself into the skull of Odyn. Blood was still fresh, dripping every so often against the soft soil of Toffit and even running like a stream to recently unsoiled parts of the crown. He could feel the darkness from it, the power that radiated off was something that couldn’t be ignored.
His fingers gripped the crown tighter as he contemplated just what to do with it. He could destroy it, make it so there could be no control over another soul again. There were parts of his however that thought differently. If the crown could control souls then there was a chance. A chance that Legion could finally be in control once more, not as the entity Legion but as Abel. Hades would be subdued, the others were powerful enough to break through the surface. He sighed before giving a nod to Recoome and the other Lords of Terror.
“Gladly, I never forget anything.” He said his eyes glaring at the back of Samael for only a moment.
Bulma’s mind was on fire, the new energies threatening to rip her apart and all it did was give her a high like she had never known. Her gaze ripped up to the falling wormwood, all her plans falling to the wayside and her mouth grew into a wide grin.
”Oh, she can take care of herself,” Bulma said, though Aubriel had already rushed to the gynoid’s aid. The final blasts ripped through the sky and the battle ended. Toffit stood before them, broken and torn apart.
She turned to Azazel and gave him a huge grin.
”One battle down,” she offered him, still fresh with excitement despite the damages she took. Maybe it was the energy that she absorbed or it was still just the adrenaline pumping through her, but she seemed positively delighted by the whole thing, and her smile was almost innocent with joy despite the blood that covered her body, most of it not her own.
She touched his arm gently, a gesture of affection, then ran ahead of him. He didn’t have any more interest in her anyway, if he ever had any to start. He stood in front of her, close to her, sucking the life out of the same being, but his attention barely touched her, already moving onto the next step, the next move. She could not fault him for that--he still had so much to do!--but that meant she could move onto others. They were headed in the same direction though, as she ran and tackle hugged Aria.
Her arms wrapped around her tightly, the demonic arm having shrunk down to normal size though it still pulsed and vibrated with the soul of their enemy, and she gave her a good squeeze pressing her cheek to hers.
”I know you can’t really feel anything right now,” she said before pulling back enough to look her friend in the face, ”but thank you.” She said it with all the sincerity she possessed, her face still aglow with happiness from the heat of battle, before she leaned forward and kissed her gently on the head. ”You saved me.”
She didn’t care about anyone else, or even if some would say Azazel would have been able to stop the fully powered weapon. She didn’t care if everyone else felt like they could have survived without the android’s work. Aria had saved her, no matter what anyone else had to say.
She did pass Azazel a look when he pretty much ignored Aria, but she flashed the android another smile, deciding to ignore him in turn. He vanished anyway and the rest had nothing to do with her for now. She would be caught up to the next steps in time.
She blinked, noticing the little implike creature, and gave it a scrutinizing look. He’d likely sense Lucifer on her, and now the remnants of his destroyed former master. Even if he only served the Old One, that made him an enemy to the Empire, and her blue eyes pierced through him for a moment, before she looked to Aria with a raised eyebrow.
”Another child?” she asked in tease before shaking her head and scanning the battlefield.
She found Hit first, waving her arm in an attempt to catch his attention, before she also attempted a telepathic message. If it was pushed out she wouldn’t push too hard, merely mouthing: ”thank you” and ”next time.”
She had no doubt she was going to have to face the full blown power of this one time ally. He would come for her, not understanding the greater aims of the organization she still served, and she would have to fight him. It was next time though, or maybe the time after next. War tended to delay things, but she said it with promise. She would not fall to anyone else before Hit had a chance at her. That was only fair.
She searched after for the Damaskian raccoon, her most valuable player of this fight, but didn’t see him immediately. She had left Alice behind, back with Bane and flashed her an apologetic smile, beckoning her over as well. She kind of wanted to gather their entire makeshift squad, but there was one other specifically important person.
”Vash!” she called as she found him too. She owed that man a kiss.
The dust settled. The air was filled with a hot and heavy feeling for the Celestial priestess. She didn't understand the man that she knew as Azazel. Bulma, she had an understanding of, someone that she at least respected. She had absorbed part of the demon prince, and she guessed that Azazel had as well. Had her pillars and chains been enough? She didn't know if they did anything, or much. Her techniques, passed down through the ages, had never been used on a spirit of that volume. She moved away from the group a moment, dark circles under her eyes as though she had not slept in a while. This was just the side effect of using her priestess powers for the entire fight, and she had accepted this a long time ago. She rarely used the powers, since most conflicts in the galaxy didn't need them.
Her world slowed down again as she slipped on a little bracelet around her wrist that she had cut for the ritual, to hide the scar, and then looked over her back. The Pale Lady looked a little satisfied as she giggled. "It's rare to get some of your precious blood. I supposed I could help out the group that went against the Kais. I see that the other group succeeded as well. Will you commit to this path of death and blood?" Her aura showed that of skulls and other types of bones, and not just humanoid bones. "Who knows what kind of foes you'll fight? Have to kill? I look forward to the sacrifices. I'll just make due with the blood on the ground for now, if any of it is to my liking."
Alice ground her teeth as the Pale Lady laughed and walked from the state, and left Alice back in the real world. She wasn't wrong, that would be hard to deny. She had chosen the path that led to death. Alice gripped her hand and narrowed her eyes. It wasn't that she'd have to get over killing, she never really wanted to be like that. But it was time to acknowledge it. She was a warrior, and death was part of that. If she caused it or not.
The Celestial turned back to the group as she recomposed herself and started to move between them as she checked for injuries. The android- the little raccoon- had moved off, but she still couldn't get a sense for his battle strength, so was he an android? Something she'd have to look into, because he looked like a damn moving coon. Bane was released, but the shape he was in was... debatable. The sutra she'd placed on his face had burned away, but that was part of the charm. It was supposed to burn away, and if it had stuck on his face, she would have been concerned. He'd have looked like the Earth's Chinese vampire, a jiangshi.
What really caught her attention was that the slightly flirty android was back! She'd been tossed elsewhere, and now she had returned. Bulma moved first towards her, as Azazel moved away and left the group that had fought against the demon prince. With that threat dealt with, it seemed that he was done with this group? She watched him a bit, but tore her gaze away as she followed after Bulma. Some serious power still brewed in the area, but she decided she'd better not look. She held tight onto the chains that she'd sacrificed her own blood to gain, a boon from the Pale Lady.
Of course, she saw how Bulma acted to Aria and wondered how jelly she was. Bulma might have acted very much like a mother, but it was more of a distant and cold version with Alice? The girl was lost in thought, but decided to speak up a little with a coy smile, "Y'didn't just save Bulma, y'know? You saved this whole planet. Probably everyone here." She was used to being a background character, an observer on most days. A support. That had mostly been her role here, in her mind. She only supported Bulma and Azazel in their consumption of the demon prince's soul.
Of course, Bulma had others to tend with. Alice would bow away if Bulma had to catch up with others without her around. She had moved away to see Hit, though what she mouthed was missed by the Celstial. Bulma had left the Shadowguard, or so she'd heard. Alice didn't try to attack her for something like that, since the Celestial had her own goals, and would herself one day leave Damaskia and the Shadowguard behind. The next search appeared to be for, as Bulma shouted, for Vash. There was a weird little though that ran through Alice, but she decided that it didn't need to surface, not here. She held back a hurl, since Vash was probably her uncle in some strange way, and he had hit on her a long time ago.
Well, she had her camp to attend to, as well, but most of the highly damaged people would likely not make it to any healing camps she had set up. She looked around for a moment before she decided to follow after Bulma for the moment. She could keep her sanity for the moment, but the death that the planet dealt with weighted on her mind, and she wanted to push that tide away. She wanted some escape for a moment.
"Hey Bulma...uh, nevermind..." Well, it was likely Vash would come over here, so she just pulled back a bit. She couldn't focus right, not because of the backlash or the blood loss, but perhaps she was more tired than she wanted to admit? But Bulma was really the only one here she could attach herself to to follow.
"Actually, why don't we all catch a breather?" She placed her hand into the belt under her surcoat and brought out a Capsule and found an appropriately flat and undamaged area. She clicked the top and tossed it out, and what erupted from the plume of smoke was a new pub. The Capsule Corp logo was there, but she didn't draw attention to that particular fact. "I can't really make the drinks from scratch, but I can serve them," she offered, for anyone that would join her. She'd stored plenty of drink in there, things that Daji could make. Sake, various wines, and brandy.
It would be cool enough inside, and had a plethora of chairs and tables. She never thought the first use would be in this place, but even she contemplated getting herself buzzed enough to try and take the edge of the mass of death around her. She even flinched when Azazel killed the Kai, as that life was so suddenly and sharply cut off. A good brandy would probably see her in the right direction.
Soul smashed another barrage of blows into the heart-shaped energy and sent another salvo of explosive rounds over the heads of his allies; each blast of energy disintegrating any man-eater caught in the blast, and any that didn't immediately die in the radius lost limbs and would die shortly after. He panted and swayed slightly in the air, for each attack of his further boosted by the green-haired stranger's served to use his power as a catalyst and foundation to be boosted upon.
Basically, he provided the spark to create the explosion, but each spark still drained upon his reserves; if he made the spark bigger...then the explosions that ensued exponentially grew. His eyes swept over the battlefield, doing his best to try and keep himself aware of his surroundings and apply support to whoever needed it, only to stiffen in shock when a ripple of subtle, ancient energy passed through him and the battlefield beyond from behind him.
He spun, mouth agape as the ritual began, and suddenly could place what the strange energy that constantly pressed on him at all times since he had first arrived in this Universe. It originated from the the language that they spoke, each word that passed through their lips and the surrounding air only served to marginally boost the effects on the battlefield. "It suddenly all makes sense, the Hybrid said quietly to himself in a mixture of awe and horror, "the language of the Kai's, the Planer and Spatial laws...Oh god why didn't I think."
He spun around and tried to focus on the fight, no, the chaos that was all around him as people fought for their lives, for their companion's lives, and grit his teeth. God...damn it. I can't afford to be found out that I don't belong, but that doesn't matter. These people do, and I can worry about hiding later, but I have to make sure there is a later first! He thought with frustration, and then continued to do his best to hold the line.
Each second continued to drive the surrounding swarm of man-eaters into a greater frenzy as they to sensed the power that continued to gather and take shape in the air, and Soul had to abandon the heart-field. He was essentially tapped, and he could really only rely on physical power, even if he held several items that boosted his Ki-reserves or his regeneration of it. He flickered to and fro on his side of the line, each movement of his accompanied by the discordant sound of flesh being severed and bones broken; all shadowed by the wails of the dead or dying, and the blood frenzy of their companions that seemed eager in an almost cultic, suicidal rush to join their companions.
The bugs all froze for barely a moment when the crescendo of the ritual hit, and Soul knew then that was his chance, even if the window was small, to gather some valuable research evidence. With a flash of movement that used most of his remaining energy, he appeared next to one of the stunned man-eaters and smashed it's neck once with his knuckle. The snap of it's neck was loud, and it dropped into his arms as he backpedaled back behind the line that was his job to hold. He turned--
With a thunderous explosion that he could have sworn was the equivalent of reality being broken, which he had only felt once before when Zyren had saved him, his field of view was blanketed in a mixture of energized dust as he was knocked off his feet and sent sprawling across the ground. He rolled barely a foot and fell, much to his surprise, and landed on his leg wrong since he hadn't expected the drop. His Sense suddenly grew quiet of the thousands of man-eaters that threatened to tear all of them limb from limb, and it startled him. The Blonde was especially good about being aware of his surroundings at all times to almost a level that bordered--or shared--a level on being paranoid, so it confused him to no end until he opened his eyes.
What greeted his sight was one completely unknown to him, for they were no longer on Cauldron, that he was sure of. That ancient planet didn't have a bustling city or a skyline that spoke of majesty and advanced technology, and neither was this Kelioux. This spoke of what Kelioux could be once it's damages were fixed, so..."Where am I Where are we?" He asked in a mixture of awe and disbelief and stood, then slowly spun to get a solid look of his surroundings. One arm of his was bent to hold the dead man-eater away from him while the other rubbed his backside from his rough tumble down the last of the stairs behind him, and he whistled at the architecture and power that now laid in front and above him.
"Man, I don't know where I am and this day has been one hell of a rollercoaster."
He stopped in thought and looked at the dead man-eater, then reached in his robes with his free hand and grabbed a small black case, which he opened quickly and deftly by thumbing the release. Inside lay several capsules in a rich, charcoal-black velvet, each marked with different letters or numbers across several languages, only for him to grab a small one marked with the symbol I. He popped the tab and threw it at his feet, which hissed and spat out a decently-sized chest wrapped in soft leather that he made himself. He kicked it open gently and then threw the body inside, closed the chest and secured it, then initiated the function on the device to return itself to it's capsule form. He picked it up and returned it alongside it's brothers, then closed the case and once more it vanished beneath his traveler's cloak hidden and safe once more.
A new energy and rush of air greeted his senses and he turned toward a newcomer, a Namekian that began to talk to the green-haired stranger that had set up the heart-shaped fields of energy that was responsible for providing covering fire for the people that held the line. They spoke quietly, but with his ears and how quiet things were, words carried and he couldn't help but listen in as he started to do a headcount on the group that was here. Several survivors of the Kai's, which is already better than my Timelines...ah. Avalon, but that distance is quiet a leap for us to jump. This place brings back memories...oh, Spark! Shit he's going to be so mad at me He thought sheepishly at the remembrance of his smart AI, and reluctantly took out a small sphere from his robes.
With a fluctuation of ki, the sphere suddenly lit up as lines of silver-white crisscrossed the entire surface before it fell away into a half-dome, only to spew a small star-map with his current location. He keyed his location as Avalon and looked through the field that surrounded the milky-way for Kelioux, and the beacon that was his ship.
It would take several minutes for the planet to be in position for him to send a slip-space comm through, and then a few seconds to establish contact with his ship and the person within, Val. After that, it would be easy to call his AI and give directions, but he knew he wouldn't have to, for Spark would know what to do. That...and Soul could bet his small savings that the AI would contact him first and faster than he himself could ever do. So, to pass the time he sat on the bottom stair and busied himself by treating the worst of his wounds and start the extensive recuperation of his nearly consumed reservoir of Ki.
Still with time to go until the message and connection would be established, he went to stand only for the Namekian and the Girl to approach and introduce themselves to the group and to each other. The Namekian was known as Shell, a strange name but Soul had no room to say so for the alias that he had chosen for himself, while the green-haired woman was Brianne de Chateau. She thanked them all for their hard work, to which Soul nodded in a mixture of respect and fellow praise, and confirmed that they were indeed on Avalon and that she was of the Protectorate and a high-ranking individual at that. Shell and Brianne talked amongst each other again, and Soul gave a look at the people around him and matched faces to the names; his best attempt at trying to burn their faces, Ki-signature's, and names into his memory.
Jutters, Barkley and professor Juch he knew of, but Kotarou and the red-haired man that seemed nice and had greeted the newcomers on Kelioux were strangers to him and apparently Brianne as well. He then realized that Tarble and several of the other unknown energies had vanished and weren't with them now on Avalon, and panic gripped him. Soul would wait for a proper time to interject and did so politely when he stood; "My name is Soul, and I appreciate you all for helping out just as much as Brianne did, but I have to ask; does anyone need immediate medical attention? If not, I also want to ask; does anyone know where several of the other people that were on Kelioux when we all arrived, if they died or ended up trapped in the past?" While he didn't mention any names to try and be somewhat distant, he utterly failed at keeping the panic from his voice. He did, however, convey the urgency that he both needed and wanted to know the answer as soon as possible.
His thoughts about being exposed by the elders, or found out by anyone else that his Ki didn't belong among everyone here as it was separated with a layer of rejection. He would try to suppress it as much as possible, but he was willing to bet that several of the people here were skilled in the Arte of Ki-Sense, and wouldn't bet that his attempt at hiding it would go unnoticed. Especially if he made himself known by becoming the center of attention as he asked his questions and introduced himself.
The ritual had been completed and with what felt like a victory was also something that brought on even more questions. Their location shifted soon after preforming the ritual and freeing the Kais and Avalon now awaited them. The demon let his gaze wander around in bewilderment and lowered his arms back down at his sides as he took everything in. This was a meant for celebration, he knew that much, yet apart of him still felt that tight sensation in the midst of his chest.
Tarble was still gone.
He fought back the urge to question it or to run off to find his blood brother and kept himself stationed with this group of complete strangers to him. At least Kotarou had been there, the only person that had some form of familiarity to him. As their barrings were brought back to them and reunions could finally be had between those that had found each other during this madness, Yamato found himself merely a spectator, until an unfamiliar Namekian made his way over.
Brianne was quick to introduce him as a very powerful friend of hers named Shell and she explained a few things to the man who had been missing in action during their time on Kelioux. Introductions were made and the demon soon realized that he hadn't given his name to the others here, but that only made sense considering he had been in Hell most of the time with Kotarou and only arrived in the midst of chaos. No time like the present, right? "Yamato Hiwatari... a pleasure." He had to stop himself from explaining who he was after Brianne had brought up her own rank. Proclaiming that he was a Captain in the Shadowguard may have been something that only brought complications, considering a lot of the Shadowguard had split and sided with the opposing faction.
As thanks was given for helping out, the demon could only offer a gentle smile in response. But while their time of victory was still settling in, another bit of news was given by Shell, who announced that one of the Elders was working with the people who had caused this war in the first place. Worse of all, the Supreme Kai of Time may have been involved from what Shell had found out. Yet.. Brianne mentioned that the Kai of Time was actually the one who had helped her.
Yamato folded his arms over his chest as he silently contemplated this, a frown nestling over his features as his eyebrows knitted together. These stories weren't lining up, yet, neither of them had any reason to mislead information either. It was when the person beside him called himself Soul that things in the demon's mind began to change again. While the man's intentions were good, he brought up those left behind on Kelioux and wondered if anyone knew if they were alive or stuck in the past. The demon gritted his teeth with an audible noise of frustration as his hands balled up into fists at his sides. "They'd better be alive..." Visibly upset, he ground his sharp canines together.
Legion, Abel, Hades, whatever he decided to go by didn’t matter anymore. His eyes rested over the bloodstained and still shimmering battlefield. Scars from the war were riddling the field with different sized craters. Each one had a story, just as he had a story for each of his souls. Blood moon irises hovered from left to right, he was with a group now, for better or worse. He found his way to get what he wanted, peace and independence from the Exiled King, but at what cost?
They were known as the Lords of Terror, the Cosmic Empire, known by that for a reason. Although there was one of them, the small Namekian, that seemed good natured; the rest did not. Their names hinted toward horrors caused by their actions but even the wanderer Legion did not know what they were capable of. They could be using him, for Hades’ power or ties to hell, or worse. Did they know of Hades? Did any of them know?
His eyes eventually rested over Azazel or Samael, whatever he decided to go by nowadays. Memories from pre-creation sparked like lightning through his mind. Hades’ memories and even of the fall of the archangels, the fallen as they were now known as. Then of course there were Abel’s own memories, from the time he lived in the first city, Pandora. He had remembered, be it only in fragments admittedly, how much Lucifer had hated the creations and desired more.
Did Samael remember? Could he feel Hades locked away inside the body of Abel. Fuck, did he even remember Abel? He was the first ever twin after all, that was something, but Abel was less important than Hades so maybe not. His eyes strayed away after a brief moment back over to the other fighters. Vash, a close friend and ally, could be seen recovering from battle. Cerberus was there as well, along with others that Legion had met over the years. Garou, Tarble, Vash, Cerberus; friends? Each had memories that were tied to both Abel and Hades, each tied to Legion, yet he could not bring himself to join them.
Legion was selfish and in his heart he knew there was only one way to reach his goal. Align himself with the Cosmic Empire, align himself with the brother of Lucifer, Samael. This was the way, the only way, to obtain freedom
Once he had finished watching the publicised execution of what seemed to be some sort of god purely for the benefit of the Nephilim trapped inside him, Android R looked around to find that the Shadowguard group and their de facto leader had moved off into the distance to a pub that he swore wasn’t there previously. Maybe it was a capsule corp thing. He had heard somewhere that Bulma was the owner of that or something. In any event and since he had destroyed the other pub, Android R decided to wander his small raccoon body over there to get himself pissed in the wake of the battle against what he could only assume was a being that was older than time itself.
The earth itself seemed to be aware that a battle against a primordial evil had just taken place, even if Android R was pretty sure that the other thing on their side was also a primordial evil. In fact, R was decidedly out of his league in this entire situation. He was just a robot powered by a Nephilim. He wasn’t even powered by a real god’s grace, just a cheap knockoff.
That hurts. After all I do for you. I wondered where you had gotten to. Devil got your tongue? Funny. You know full well that I don’t have a tongue anymore. And was it necessary to make me watch them execute the kai? Necessary? Not at all. Fun? Absolutely. Why do I bother? Because you literally don’t have a choice. I won’t be trapped forever. Someone will come looking for me. You can’t see me, but I’m shrugging right now. You don’t have anybody looking for you.
The monologue continued in such a manner for the entire time it took to reach the makeshift pub. Sure enough, there was a capsule corp logo on basically everything inside. If there was one thing that company knew, it was branding. Android R wasn’t entirely sure what sort of situation he had walked into, so rather than do something offensive right off the bat to make everyone look at him, he elected to use telekinesis to summon a bottle of vodka from the shelf behind the bar. He didn’t bother with top shelf – it was wasted on him. Instead, he summoned the bottle from the bottom shelf and bit the neck off. Since all of his organs were non-biological … he didn’t need to worry about glass shards.
Vash seemed to get distracted with something and she laughed before shaking her head. She looked back to Hayami, happy to see she was still here. She began to speak and the scientist gave her her fully attention, only to tilt her head very slightly as she brushed away whatever she wanted to say. She hadn’t had a huge number of times to try and get closer to Hayami and most of them were...well, this. Battle and war. They spoke a bit before things started but she was probably a little preoccupied in her own mind then. She still was just a bit, and had to bury her work-aholic tendencies. She had confirmed she could drink freely without doing any harm, so perhaps it was time to jump in a different aholic.
Hayami read her mind and Bulma face lit up as the Capsule Corp building formed. ”Oh, a GR-37,” she said happily with a sense of nostalgia, before looking back to Hayami with a grin. ”You have good taste~”
It took a few minutes to get people situated. It wasn’t a real bar so people could be content with bottles and simply shown how to get ice or where the mixers were. Hayami didn’t have much to do after that and Bulma waved her over to her table. She had one of the bottles of scotch Daji learned to make for Yan on the table with her glass filled and a few empty if Hayami didn’t come holding her own drink.
”How are you holding up?” she asked her. Now that Bulma had a moment to breathe she felt different. Sensu beans and healing powers brought her back to tip top shape but she could feel the fragments of Pythius’ souls slithering around inside her. She could imagine what Hayami had to do laid a similar uncomfortable cost.
Well, Alice moved along like the attendant that she appeared to be, her crimson hair flowing behind her before they entered the bar. It was meant to be casual, since Azazel just decided to up and leave. She guessed that he had a lot to gloat over and plan now that Toffit became ground zero for the traitors of the universe. Honestly, the Celestial was surprised that Lord Xeno had not already commanded Lord Beerus to come out of his nap and stop this whole mess. He really choose bad timing for this long nap session. Whis was no better, as he seemed to have decided to stay out of things as well. Damn lazy angel.
With the GR-37 bar set up, she got things running and even got a sign written up on how to do what. It was completely open, and there was no zeni to be made. She just wanted everything to calm down and let her booze away the day. She'd never be able to really get rid of it- thanks to her little memory library- but she could try to put the day out of her mind for the time being.
Alice finally had time to speak with Bulma, and though she had stronger booze in another fridge capsule, that was for her time with her mate. She sat down wearily at the table and relaxed as she allowed her mind to pour that drink out, mentally exhausted and spiritually as well. That demon was far stronger than anyone could have predicted, and she had expended so much of her priestess energy in the actual fight that the only piratical way to bind him as to sacrifice her own blood to do so.
"I'm holding up," she replied, "But I'm tired. It's hard enough holdin' this red hair form and not going to real form," she explained. While she normally held her disguises very well, magic was a fickle thing at times. She looked at Bulma as she sat straighter, "What about you? I can't imagine Mr. Demon Prince is all quiet in there with you."
”Do you need to hide in a place such as this?” Bulma asked, more gentle than curious. ”Yan said that Damaskia seems more concerned about itself lately. I doubt anyone dangerous would notice if Alice was replaced. She would probably be missed by her new comrades though.”
She wouldn’t say they had built deep bonds over the course of their battle. If anything most of the people involved were so used to warfare that comrades were quickly forgotten, but there were some here. The boy Alice saved would surely remember her. Azazel and Aubriel would recognize her going forward, though what real attention she’d get for it might be little. The whole battle seemed to just be blast after blast and yet Bulma knew that even if she did not know everyone here that she would miss them in the battles to come.
Well, everyone except that Bane kid. He didn’t really get to make much or an impression before getting taken over.
When she was asked about herself, Bulma scrunched her nose. The demonic arm she always had such fluid control over was still formed. She normally pulled the ki back into herself, reforming the arm only when she needed it. She definitely didn’t need it now so it said something that she kept it. Keeping it formed, mentally forcing it into the shape of her desires, helped the rolling feelings the new soul attempted to inspire.
”Az swept in to take most of it—better later than never I suppose,” she said, ending with a mocking grin towards her friend even though in different company such disrespect would be frowned upon. ”Tired is a good word for it, but it’s like the tired you are when you’ve been up thirty six hours and have had far too large a caffeine intake,” she explained, having far too much experience with that kind of tired.
"Well, I'm not sure Damaskia would ever let me go if I wanted to leave. Not if their Commander Alice were replaced with Commander Hayami," though, she supposed that it was true enough that the direct people here likely would barely notice one fox girl swapped with another. She shrugged and let that strain leave as she poured herself a glass of the scotch, before she waved the scotch over towards Bulma, "I'm surprised you got this. I'd have thought you a sake drinker," she said with a smile.
The third tail unraveled from the left tail and all three seemed to place themselves against her chair. Even her tails that normally swayed around were tired. "If you noticed the moon phases under me, I'm probably just about that tired you said. Pretty much drained." Well, there were still the deaths that weighted on her. Ali- no, she was Hayami again- had not just let those deaths happen. She sat back and acted like they didn't affect her. However, they did. Each one, a life that could have been saved.
But, she recognized early on that not every life could have been. Demons were people as well, right? Hayami had underestimated the amount of death that war brought. How personal witnessing it was. She'd read plenty about war. How it affected people. Hell, how it could do so to large swaths. But she had been naieve to have believed it wouldn't have bothered her. She was disturbed how easily she had detached herself from feeling for others, despite everything she had worked towards after she had killed that alien on Grace.
"I wonder if that Pri..." She paused. No. She shouldn't say baby. The kitsune didn't want to imply something like that, nor did she know how Bulma would react to the suggestion. That this thing was acting like a baby in her. Bulma had had a son, right? What had happened to him? Wasn't it because of her son that she attained this arm after torture?
She smiled as the girl relaxed, before taking the bottle back. “I felt like the occasion deserved scotch,” she told the fox as she poured another glass. “It’s the only thing Azazel drinks, and this is his victory and all that. Between him and Yan I’ve gained a taste for it,” she explained showing her familiarity with the archangel.
Sake was her preferred drink, but it seemed lonely sometimes to have it while not returning to Earth. She would soon, and that victory would require lots of sake. The scotch would be put away.
She nodded at Hayami’s explanation of exhaustion however and looked briefly around the room wondering if it wouldn’t be better just to sleep the day off. She meant what she said on her end though. She still felt really wired. Sleep would not come easy at this point in time, even if exhaustion gnawed on her bones.
”’Pri?’” Bulma asked with a small tilt of her head, unable to follow Hayami’s train of thought to understand what she had wanted to say. Whatever it was though, she seemed open to listen.
"Uhh, well," Hayami stuttered. She hadn't even started to drink, and maybe she'd already messed up. Bulma seemed in good spirits, and she didn't want to bring the woman's mood down if at all possible. "I'm sorry if this isn't the right thing to say. Maybe its just my misunderstanding and inexperience. The way you spoke earlier sounded like you had a baby... only like from an old Greek myth were Zues had a child sown into his thigh."
She sheepishly took a drink from the scotch, and probably too much, too quickly. Her body moved to detoxify her, but it wasn't a fast process with alcohol. She almost seemed to choke a moment before her airway cleared. "I'm sorry," she repeated. Hayami was not the best with drink, though that wasn't due to her age, since her body was magic in the first place. It mostly mimicked an adults body for particular reasons, even if she looked younger earlier.
Then she released the first hiccup. Bulma blinked again, then laughed at Hayami’s explanation. It wasn’t an unkind one, and more at the idea of a baby sewed to her leg. Her human hand moved to her stomach with gentleness as she smiled after while looking down to it.
”Maybe that’s not too far off,” she said with a sense of enigma, before looking back up to Hayami at her hiccup.
”I’m glad you’re here though,” she said, reaching for the girl’s hand. ”I thanked Aria, but without your healing I wouldn’t have been as effective. I’m lucky to have you on my side.” She was sure they both wished Yan was on the same side as well, but the allies they did have were nothing to scoff at. With her, and Aria, Vash, and even Bulma’s new found friend Android R, there was a team unfolding that could do powerful things. She was extremely grateful to have had them in such a battle.
She pulled her hand back and looked across the bar to see Android R with his own bottle of vodka and smiled. ”I should probably thank him as well. Would you like to come with?” she asked before tilting her head. ”Or would sleep be better?”
Hayami wondered if Bulma would've reacted poorly, but that didn't turn out to be the case. At least not outwardly. She watched with a little bit of a smile on her face as she wanted to say something more, but knew it was best not to push her luck here. The Celestial blinked when Bulma reached her hand out, but didn't pull away as she poured another shot of scotch, and listened to what she had to say.
"I mean...that racoon guy also had the ability to heal. Unless I didn't see that right?" Others within Damaskia that could use the healing arts, that as rather interesting. Normally only the good of heart could do so, or any Celestial. "But thanks for saying that. I wasn't sure how useful I was besides as a support healer, though," she admitted. Their heavier hitters, like Bulma and Azazael had probably done the bulk of the work.
"Sure, I'll come along. I don't think sleepin' right now would be a good idea." She didn't want to talk with the Pale Lady just yet. She'd have to restore her powers with the Pale Lady soon enough. But not yet.