Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 22:22:12 GMT -5
Tarble: WC - 669, Champion 3, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
Azazel: WC - 708, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
PulseToday at 9:19 PM
He had finally done it. He ascended to true Godhood.
There was a difference in soul that could really be felt in that moment. As if something had shifted in his very being that had propelled him to the point of divinity. For one, the energy of the divine he had toyed with for so long came to him much easier. As if the training wheels had finally come off and he was able to cleanly ride the bike for the first time. It felt natural. It felt clean.
But it required so much to get to this point, didn't it?
The power of the Hiwataris, namely Yamato, was required to push him to this point. Training with him day in and day out to push his body to the absolute brink and beyond countless times. Then the strength of the Ancient Ones lending him a guiding hand to truly propel his soul to the realm beyond the mortals.
But it was the force of the Primordial One that was pushing him even further than that. Where Yamato's power was able to train his body, it was Azazel that was able to give his soul the gateway to its transfiguration of divinity. That was not something the new Saiyan God would ignore.
It took a few days for him to recover. He had spoken with his family on the matter of going to Cactalysmia to discuss things with their government, but they needed to stay a little longer on Namek. There was one last thing he had to do.
His feet tapped against the soil of the planet, moving back to that body of water where Azazel had found him. When he was stuck in his own memories. The battlefield where they fought Raguel together.
And he smiled. "Azazel. Are you there?"
302
KronoToday at 9:39 PM
Azazel stood upon the burnt ground of the Namekian world… this place was a dying back water world that had lost its spark, the only two useful things left on this planet were its medicinal herbs and the dragonballs. The primordial had not found what had drawn him here to this world, a trace of Lucifer’s power, albeit slightly different had eluded him. As he looked around the desecrated village from one of the many battles that had raged the surface of the world over the last few weeks, the prince looked upward towards the sky, the two massive suns that orbited the world were briefly eclipsed in their luminosity by the nova like explosion he had ignited from his now fallen brothers attack. He was another step closer to touching a level of power lost to him, the seals placed upon his darker primordial demonic side having finally been cast aside… a part of his primordial celestialness leaking out of its sealing bind in the process. The fallen Archangel closed his eyes and exhaled as he felt the countless souls of the recently departed traversing the plans between this dimension and the next. He hesitated for a moment as he felt the sorrow in that void, of all the lives and potential lost due to the chaos and greed of those to ignorant to use their powers for the good of the mortal race. He could pull these souls back, but there was always a price for messing with the natural order… and honestly… it just was not his problem.
“Azazel, are you there?”
The Primordial Archangel heard his name, he felt the echo in the distant winds. Opening his eyes slowly the prince raised an eyebrow slightly, it was Tarble…. Azazel sighed, he was just about to leave this shithole of a world and head for Toffit, a world he understood that was a small bastion of his kin in this ragged creation. Ethereal ebony flames washed over the demon lord and with a snap of sizzling fire he burst into existence, the flames of his dimensional shift searing the ground he stood upon…. The ground upon which his youngest brother had met his true death not that long ago.
Crossing his arms Azazel said nothing, his crimson hued irises boring into the Saiyan before him.
388
PulseToday at 9:45 PM
Soon, the Primordial Archangel was burned into existence in front of him. He was not aware of the creature's plans to leave for Toffit, but he knew well enough that this was going to be where they parted ways, even if it was only temporary. The smile upon his face had grown smaller, but it was still evident. "Azazel." He spoke the name again. It didn't feel as foreign anymore. At first, he had felt some sort of tensity around the creature. As if he did not belong in his presence. As if, despite his bluster, he was not worthy of standing beside him.
But Azazel's words were not lost on him. 'Follow me.' 'I will stand beside you on this journey.' Tarble did not forget.
"You saw the potential in me." He did from the beginning, it was likely the only reason he followed Tarble around in the first place. There was something there, a surge in potential, a dire want to straddle the realms and unite them under proper rule. It was an ambition few shared and even fewer truly pursued. Tarble might have been a diamond in the rough for a bored creature looking to see how both the Mortals and the Gods would change and shift around him.
But.. it did not make his words any less impactful, and so he spoke.
"Thank you." He smiled a bit wider. "Standing at the summit of mortalkind and diving into the depths of godhood has shown me a new realm of possibilities. I do not know when we'll meet again after meeting Namek, but I wanted to let you know one thing." While cockiness was something that never left his mind, confidence was what Azazel would see on display. Before him was not a man bragging nor a man thinking in over his head.
This was a man well focused on his goal.
"This isn't the end of my ascension. I will grow stronger to surpass even the Gods now, thanks to you."
He extended a hand to the Primordial in hopes of a firm handshake.
"Wherever you're going, I hope you find what you're looking for. Our shared promise still isn't complete, after all."
367 / 669
KronoToday at 10:07 PM
Azazel smirked, Tarble was thanking him for showing him a way to burn away his mortal trappings and take a power that few other mortals could only hope to achieve. He had unlocked the pinnacle power of his mortal race, a true super Saiyan god. The man still had a long way to go, but it was undeniable, in his boredom the primordial had in fact found some amusement in ushering this creature into another world of being. How long it would last, how much the Saiyan God would accomplish… it all still remained to be seen. He was at least more confident than he was before, there were still many things out there that would oppose Tarble’s goals… even his. But now at least the rebel king had a fighting chance…and there was someone else capable of standing in the vicinity when the Primordial really strove to split the cosmos in two. So many creatures and their plots…. So many gods and deities with their power struggles. In the end Azazel cared not for any of them… they would all meet their justice… the Kai’s… the Gods of Destruction… The King of All… the bastardized angels he had created to serve his purpose and the Holy Celestials of the true high heaven would all burn.
Azazel stared at the warrior’s hand before him, his arms still remained crossed. Shaking hands was not the primordial’s style…he was after all not a mortal… what he had done broke every tenant created by the regime of universal administrators that governed the multi verse. He… a creature from before time had helped usher in a mortal to the other side. That was more of a gesture than any mere handshake.
“Perhaps you will ascend even further beyond, I’ll be watching.”
With a sly grin the immortal burst into a flash of ebony lightening as he streaked into the cosmos towards his next destination.
320/708
Azazel: WC - 708, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
PulseToday at 9:19 PM
He had finally done it. He ascended to true Godhood.
There was a difference in soul that could really be felt in that moment. As if something had shifted in his very being that had propelled him to the point of divinity. For one, the energy of the divine he had toyed with for so long came to him much easier. As if the training wheels had finally come off and he was able to cleanly ride the bike for the first time. It felt natural. It felt clean.
But it required so much to get to this point, didn't it?
The power of the Hiwataris, namely Yamato, was required to push him to this point. Training with him day in and day out to push his body to the absolute brink and beyond countless times. Then the strength of the Ancient Ones lending him a guiding hand to truly propel his soul to the realm beyond the mortals.
But it was the force of the Primordial One that was pushing him even further than that. Where Yamato's power was able to train his body, it was Azazel that was able to give his soul the gateway to its transfiguration of divinity. That was not something the new Saiyan God would ignore.
It took a few days for him to recover. He had spoken with his family on the matter of going to Cactalysmia to discuss things with their government, but they needed to stay a little longer on Namek. There was one last thing he had to do.
His feet tapped against the soil of the planet, moving back to that body of water where Azazel had found him. When he was stuck in his own memories. The battlefield where they fought Raguel together.
And he smiled. "Azazel. Are you there?"
302
KronoToday at 9:39 PM
Azazel stood upon the burnt ground of the Namekian world… this place was a dying back water world that had lost its spark, the only two useful things left on this planet were its medicinal herbs and the dragonballs. The primordial had not found what had drawn him here to this world, a trace of Lucifer’s power, albeit slightly different had eluded him. As he looked around the desecrated village from one of the many battles that had raged the surface of the world over the last few weeks, the prince looked upward towards the sky, the two massive suns that orbited the world were briefly eclipsed in their luminosity by the nova like explosion he had ignited from his now fallen brothers attack. He was another step closer to touching a level of power lost to him, the seals placed upon his darker primordial demonic side having finally been cast aside… a part of his primordial celestialness leaking out of its sealing bind in the process. The fallen Archangel closed his eyes and exhaled as he felt the countless souls of the recently departed traversing the plans between this dimension and the next. He hesitated for a moment as he felt the sorrow in that void, of all the lives and potential lost due to the chaos and greed of those to ignorant to use their powers for the good of the mortal race. He could pull these souls back, but there was always a price for messing with the natural order… and honestly… it just was not his problem.
“Azazel, are you there?”
The Primordial Archangel heard his name, he felt the echo in the distant winds. Opening his eyes slowly the prince raised an eyebrow slightly, it was Tarble…. Azazel sighed, he was just about to leave this shithole of a world and head for Toffit, a world he understood that was a small bastion of his kin in this ragged creation. Ethereal ebony flames washed over the demon lord and with a snap of sizzling fire he burst into existence, the flames of his dimensional shift searing the ground he stood upon…. The ground upon which his youngest brother had met his true death not that long ago.
Crossing his arms Azazel said nothing, his crimson hued irises boring into the Saiyan before him.
388
PulseToday at 9:45 PM
Soon, the Primordial Archangel was burned into existence in front of him. He was not aware of the creature's plans to leave for Toffit, but he knew well enough that this was going to be where they parted ways, even if it was only temporary. The smile upon his face had grown smaller, but it was still evident. "Azazel." He spoke the name again. It didn't feel as foreign anymore. At first, he had felt some sort of tensity around the creature. As if he did not belong in his presence. As if, despite his bluster, he was not worthy of standing beside him.
But Azazel's words were not lost on him. 'Follow me.' 'I will stand beside you on this journey.' Tarble did not forget.
"You saw the potential in me." He did from the beginning, it was likely the only reason he followed Tarble around in the first place. There was something there, a surge in potential, a dire want to straddle the realms and unite them under proper rule. It was an ambition few shared and even fewer truly pursued. Tarble might have been a diamond in the rough for a bored creature looking to see how both the Mortals and the Gods would change and shift around him.
But.. it did not make his words any less impactful, and so he spoke.
"Thank you." He smiled a bit wider. "Standing at the summit of mortalkind and diving into the depths of godhood has shown me a new realm of possibilities. I do not know when we'll meet again after meeting Namek, but I wanted to let you know one thing." While cockiness was something that never left his mind, confidence was what Azazel would see on display. Before him was not a man bragging nor a man thinking in over his head.
This was a man well focused on his goal.
"This isn't the end of my ascension. I will grow stronger to surpass even the Gods now, thanks to you."
He extended a hand to the Primordial in hopes of a firm handshake.
"Wherever you're going, I hope you find what you're looking for. Our shared promise still isn't complete, after all."
367 / 669
KronoToday at 10:07 PM
Azazel smirked, Tarble was thanking him for showing him a way to burn away his mortal trappings and take a power that few other mortals could only hope to achieve. He had unlocked the pinnacle power of his mortal race, a true super Saiyan god. The man still had a long way to go, but it was undeniable, in his boredom the primordial had in fact found some amusement in ushering this creature into another world of being. How long it would last, how much the Saiyan God would accomplish… it all still remained to be seen. He was at least more confident than he was before, there were still many things out there that would oppose Tarble’s goals… even his. But now at least the rebel king had a fighting chance…and there was someone else capable of standing in the vicinity when the Primordial really strove to split the cosmos in two. So many creatures and their plots…. So many gods and deities with their power struggles. In the end Azazel cared not for any of them… they would all meet their justice… the Kai’s… the Gods of Destruction… The King of All… the bastardized angels he had created to serve his purpose and the Holy Celestials of the true high heaven would all burn.
Azazel stared at the warrior’s hand before him, his arms still remained crossed. Shaking hands was not the primordial’s style…he was after all not a mortal… what he had done broke every tenant created by the regime of universal administrators that governed the multi verse. He… a creature from before time had helped usher in a mortal to the other side. That was more of a gesture than any mere handshake.
“Perhaps you will ascend even further beyond, I’ll be watching.”
With a sly grin the immortal burst into a flash of ebony lightening as he streaked into the cosmos towards his next destination.
320/708