Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 7, 2022 9:52:11 GMT -5
Vegeta: Champ 3, +5 all stats (SE), Combat Rune, TL
Ur'alcyonis: Gem of telepathy,Champion lv 2,Combat rune,Insecto Nanobug
Credius — 31/08/2022
The search for the titan’s power on Grace had been going rather smoothly, but with all the hassle now coming his way, Ur’alcyonis decided to allow himself some time to contemplate his plans and figure out the next course of action in regards to his slowly growing multitude of schemes to further his own agenda. The best place for such a job, were of course the training facilities aboard his ship, which allowed him to meditate in all earnest, granting him access to the Astral realm.
It would be there, surrounded by the peaceful and tranquil meadows and rolling hills, that the masked man would settle himself under a tree, waiting for the inevitable arrival of those who would have other plans than just have a rest.
1 September 2022
Balial — 01/09/2022
The fall of Vegeta was both metaphorical and literal for the Prince of Saiyans. Not only had he been responsible for quite honestly the majority of the destruction on his home, but his name had been dragged through the mud since- but his name and his planets. He was in turmoil, his planet- no, his home was in shambles. Now, what would the King of Saiyans do for his son during this time? Speak on his behalf? Share the public's rage? Sadly, the King did nothing of the sort, so the Prince was left with the glaring eye and ever crushing pressure of the universe to deal with on his own.
Sitting in solitude upon his ship the Saiyan Prince curled himself into a ball. Both of his hands buried themselves in his jet black spikey hair as his head hung low with shame. Did he do something wrong during the invasion of their home? No, he couldn't have- he knew that the attack was controlled perfectly.... But then why was there the massive explosion, more importantly..... What was the force he felt moments before the 'event'?
With a heavy heart the Prince laid against the cold floor, holding his own arms as sorrow wounded his heart and ego. As he drifted through the astral realm he began to feel a power much stronger than he had remembered, Urizen, the one that had called out to him once before. It was through this familiarity that he awoke to the rolling tranquil emerald hills. There under a tree he saw the man, but he remained silent, his heart worn upon his sleeve as he approached.
Credius — 01/09/2022
Again with the saiyans, at least this time it was a sight for sore eyes that came moving towards him. No doubt this young princeling had already realized that the masked man was none other than the very devil he was in league with.
As the saiyan prince approached, the masked man stood up and made an elegant bow, removing his hat from his head before returning to a more straight stance, looking down on the saiyan royalty who seemed to be perturbed and somewhat confused…not to the Primeval’s surprise though, as He most likely was partly to blame for this.
“Quite alluring isn’t it?” The masked man raised a hand, pointing up towards the tree he was standing under, enjoying its shade right there in the astral realm. “Peace and tranquility, harmonic nature…”
Snapping his fingers, the tree caught fire, the air became heavy with smoke, the grass on the ground turned to ash, while the sky went from vibrant blue to a violent crimson color. “This is perhaps more to your liking, is it not…Prince Vegeta?”
Balial — 01/09/2022
The flames' reflection danced in the windows of his soul as his eyes fell against the burning foliage. His mind began to be beckoned to the days of the invasion. Sounds of the violent explosion pulled at the strings of his heart while his emotions tore him apart from the inside. All he could do was stand there in silence as the flames recalled the destruction of his home.
"No... I don't think it is anymore." He said broken and defeated, his words faintly audible under the crackle of the hellfire. "I think I am losing control." Speaking these words was surely enough to shock the man before him, but probably not as much as what Vegeta was about to say. "I need help." The words were cut, clear, and direct. More than that though, it was the first time the Prince was asking for help, not demanding it.
Credius — 01/09/2022
The masked man tilted his head to the left, the golden eyes visible through the holes of said mask glistening with intrigue, understanding, yet also a sort of twisted glee and amusement. “No…no it isn’t anymore, perhaps…it might in fact not be that you are losing control, but that you finally come to understand that you had never had any control to begin with.”
Placing his hands on the saiyan prince’s shoulders, the masked man let out a soft and gentle sigh, leaning in a bit closer as he silently continued to talk. “You need help…you seem desperate…and now here we are, here YOU are…standing in front of the one person you so desperately avoided in your efforts to maintain that illusion of control.”
Taking a few steps back, the Primeval slowly reached with his right hand towards his mask, softly pressing his fingers upon the lacquered porcelain, gently sliding those same fingers towards the bottom of his mask, before suddenly reaching out with his hand towards the saiyan prince. “In desperation, we find our true desires, our true purpose…so my little prince, are you finally ready to make a deal with me?”
Balial — 03/09/2022
The words, his out reaching hand, the golden irises reflecting from behind the mask. Everything about this man screamed to the Prince like an ill omen. But there he stood, hand slowly reaching out to Urizen’s.
There was a moment of slight hesitation before the jolting realization of despair settled into his mind. Then, without a second thought, he clasped his hand against Hal’s, this was it- it was time. Time to finally make a deal. Without a word Vegeta just nodded his head slowly, what would this mean for the future ?
Credius — 03/09/2022
As the prince’s hand clasped into Urizen’s own, a chuckle escaped the masked man’s throat, a cold and eerie sound that truly signified the glee and amusement the Primeval was feeling. “Allow me to show you reality and truth…”
Within the broken surroundings, the fire and ash-filled fields, ruins appeared, with roaring giant apes running around the two men clasping their hands in a firm handshake. The screams and roars of war and despair filled the air, the bodies littered across the battlefield were innumerable and the scent of rust and iron permeated the air. “By thousands they died, rage and hatred spurned a battle of such brutality it had gone beyond your control. Your planet is gravely wounded, your people battered, bruised and broken. This is what it looks like when one has no control…all the strength and power you can imagine, but not the control, the ferocity, the ruthless cunning to have control.”
Everything around them vanished, an empty void littered with stars and galaxies now taking the place of the burning battlefield they had stood upon earlier, beings of immeasurable size could be seen molding stars, before bursting into pure energy and Life themselves. “To gain control, absolute control…you need turn not just yourself, but your people into a single, unified weapon of unfethered, unbound destruction. Control fate, control creation and you control it all.”
4 September 2022
Balial — 04/09/2022
The truth- how fickle was the words that feel from the lips of the beast. How truly over zealous was the gleeful laughter that echoed from the pit of his belly. Yet at the same time….. how enlightening.
Before him burned the images of his past or at least it seemed to be such to the Prince as the apes rampaged and roared as loud as the flames. His words continued, drifting into the ear of the Saiyan Prince as if it were his own thoughts.
Then, dying down with a slight crackle, the images vanished. A void took its place, galaxies tinkling in the distance as stars began to be molded by celestial beings much larger than than his kind could grasp.
That’s when it finally came to fruition, the truth he had heard of. Unified, unfettered, unbound …. Vegeta needed to become something more than he was, something more than a Prince.
“A king…” he whispered as if answering a question when none was asked. Was this what Urizen wanted from him?
Credius — 04/09/2022
“A king…” The masked man let go of the prince’s hand and raised his hand, pointing upwards in a rather nonchalant manner, while tilting his head sideways in an almost unnatural angle. a pair of eyes like blazing golden suns peered down upon these two insignificant specks of dust, hands the size of solar systems closed around the two and only then, the primeval started to laugh once more. “Yes…a king…is perhaps the wisest and most logical step.”
The masked man raised his other arm, spreading them, while the massive being that overshadowed the two of them made the same motion. “You must seize your power, grab hold of that which is destined to be yours and never let go of it, fuel your desire with power, covet strength. You must be greedy, decisive…and above all desperate to gain that which you so desire: control…and in return…”
The man looked down upon the prince, as the insurmountably large being did the same. “I will make you a king the likes of which this universe has never seen before, nor will they ever after…”
Balial — 04/09/2022
The offer was, to say the least, enticing. Imaging himself as king of the Saiyans was something he has done before, but never truly foretold as a direction worth pursuing. After the humiliation of the retribution campaign though, it seemed like the best course of action.
He could see himself, head baring the crown of his kingship. Shoulders stiff and sore from the heavy cape that rested on his shoulders. His neck slightly tilted forward for the heavily jeweled pendant around his neck. What a life would it be! Commanding the strongest race in the galaxy at the tips of his finger. The universe wouldn’t stand a chance….
“Yes, a king…” he repeated, head looking up into the pair of blazing suns. “Nothing would be able to stand in my way. No one would dare mock the name of Vegeta, King of Saiyan. None would dare to raise a fist against our kingdom, our empire. The universe would be ours to rule!” His heart was filled with emotions and his mind riddled with pride. This was something he could do… this could be the start of a hellish reign!
5 September 2022
Credius — 05/09/2022
“To be such a king though…you’ll need guidance,” The Primeval’s eyes seemed to become more feverish and terrifyingly brilliant with every passing moment, the immense pair of eyes not leaving its gaze from the prince. “You need to be cunning, ruthless, unforgiving and relentless in your pursuit of control and you may show no weakness, no remorse of what you must do to reach that which you proclaim to be your destiny…”
A saiyan king like no other, whose name would live on forever, that was what Ur promised Vegeta to become and he would make his promise to be a reality, even if the saiyan prince was not fully aware that the man had already moved his first pieces to achieve the one thing the prince had refused to do for so long: broker a deal. “I will make you the greatest, most powerful king this universe has ever seen…but in return, you must find that which is rightfully mine, that which has been stolen from me by those falsely calling themselves gods…”
Balial — 05/09/2022
Urizen was undoubtedly and unquestionably powerful, even without the fullest extent of his power. First hand the Saiyan Prince had discovered this to be truth and as the words escaped his forked tongue- the prince listened carefully.
Not out of wariness, not out of distrust, no. He clung to every word like a lost man hearing the voice of god. Carefully only eluded to the complete desperation that he felt. Carefully only teased the danger of making a deal with someone like Urizen. Regardless, here he was CLINGING to each and every breath.
“What did the steal?” His words seemed intuitive but they were anything but. Instead it was a leading question, one that could have been phrased as “tell me where to go.” Rather the prince knew it or not, he was now in the din of the beast
Credius — 05/09/2022
The primeval’s face might’ve been hidden by the mask he wore in his guise as the Dealmaker, but if one were to remove it at this point, no doubt the similarities between the mask and his vessel’s current expression would’ve been similar to an uncanny degree. Even though he had regarded the saiyan prince as extremely prideful, a man who’d sacrifice all his principles for the sake of power and control, Ur had still come to somewhat respect the saiyan’s sheer tenacity and growth. There was no question that Vegeta was one of the strongest mortals to roam that universe at this point, he would’ve been a magnificent host or vessel to the Primeval…but he’d be more suitable in the end…to simply end the curse which had been plaguing the ancient being for eons now.
“That…is what they stole,” The masked man once again pointed upwards towards the insanely large and overwhelming shadow behind him, manifested through his will within the astral plane. “You already know the kind of immortality that afflicts me, you already know that I am doomed to live like a parasyte, ever changing faces, genders and races…to end that…I need that which has been taken from me…my true body.”
Snapping his fingers once more, the shadow and the massive golden suns started to compress into the form of a pale skinned, silver haired young and androgynous looking person with golden eyes. One could call him fair, if it weren’t for the cracks in the skin denoting the fact that there had been corruption present within this otherwise divine looking child. However, that was how the primeval could see his former self, there was no telling just how much of the true face of the primeval Vegeta would see, for all viewed the primevals differently, some saw them as fair and beautiful, while others only saw the vast darkness within manifested as an absolute horror. “I want my truth back, a fair deal wouldn’t you say? Absolute control in return for absolute power…”